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Her death had been a complete accident. Banshee Two’s engine had thrown a reactor fan blade which got eaten up in the internals of the engine, spewing out shrapnel aimed at Annabelle’s cockpit. The metal shards peppered her body and ate up her internal organs. The flight suit did what it could to staunch the bleeding, but within a matter of seconds the brunette fighter pilot had had her helmet off and was coughing blood all over her instruments. Luckily, as Banshee Two ditched into the drink below Annabelle was next in line for landing clearance aboard the Ferros, the super carrier they were stationed out of.
Emergency crews were already on their way to rescuing her wingman and despite the pleas of the tower and her remaining two wingmen, Anna couldn’t respond. It was taking everything she had to stay awake despite her massive blood loss. Flicking the switch to lower the tail hook she throttled back and followed the guide lights for a landing. Her plane came down hard, crushing the rear landing gear, but catching the tow cable. Pulling back on the throttle and slamming the cockpit emergency release so that the canopy shot off with her last breath, Annabelle passed out. The medical team didn’t reach her in time. She drowned on two punctured lungs that had overflowed with blood from the internal injuries she had sustained.
A veteran of the Diablo War and multiple skirmishes with enemies of the Empire, Captain Annabelle November Terra was pronounced dead on the carrier deck of the Ferros in a pool of her own blood. Banshee squad was pulled from active duty and put on standby while an investigation into her death was done. Imperial Flight Command thought it best not to inform Nova of her sister’s tragic demise.
Annabelle had arrived on Cevanti only recently, her death still fresh in her mind. The powers at be in the universe had transported her and her entire squadron to the ruined planet to be pilots for the Super Dimensional Fortress. Banshee Squadron had been given a full complement of Veritech fighters and were put into rotation as soon as they trained.
An alert sounded throughout the giant carrier that was currently docked at Markov.
“Unmaking fighters four hundred miles and closing. Banshee one and two on deck. Banshee three and four in reserve. This is not a drill!”
Annabelle downed the last of her coffee and tossed the cup into the trash and exited the cafeteria on her deck. She made her way to the central lift that would take her to the prep room. It didn’t take long for her to change into her jumpsuit and sling her helmet at her side.
“Just another day at the office, Alenko.” She said to her wingman who was standing in the doorway to the locker room.
“Aye, Capn. Let’s show our new brass what we can do.”
Annabelle high fived her wingman and they both headed to the lift to the flight deck. They had just finished detailing her squadron’s planes with their logo. A side profile of a VF-1 flying as full throttle with a white fog trailing from its body. Further down the trail the fog turned into a wailing banshee figure with black tears running down her face.
Captain Terra climbed the ladder up into the cockpit of Banshee one. She saluted Alenko who just seated himself before sliding into her seat. Strapping in as quickly as she could she placed her helmet on her head and raised the visor. Pressing the canopy button, the glass shell came down and sealed with a hiss. Fastening her mask to her face, Annabelle checked her comms.
“Banshee one to SDF one. Launch checklist underway.”
“Roger that Banshee one. Double time it. Bandits three hundred miles out.”
“Affirm, tower. Banshee one out.”
Annabelle switched on her radar, countermeasures, and flight computer within one minute. Her engines were already idling.
“Clear for launch, Banshee.” The tower controller spoke over the radio.
A platform raised up from the deck of the carrier behind both Banshee one and Banshee two to protect the crew behind them from the engine wake. The deck crew finally gave the signal to launch. Annabelle saluted crew member and immediately held onto the grab bar above her console. The catapult engaged and launched her jet forward just as she engaged her engines to afterburner. Within seconds she was airborne and making the turn towards the oncoming targets.
“On your right, Banshee one.” Alenko spoke through their channel.
Annabelle looked down at her radar. The Unmaking fighters were close. She adjusted herself in her seat.
“We’re gonna past right by. Three. Two. One. Mark.”
Four corrupted Raynos zoids blew past both Veritech fighters.
“Break!”
Annabelle pulled the stick to the left and brought her jet around. Immediately she was on the tail of a Raynos. The zoid spun to the right pulled up to avoid her, but Captain Terra knew better. She rolled right and banked to follow, her wings pulling into the fuselage becoming narrower. She grunted at the increase g force and lined up a shot. Leading the Raynos she fired a salvo from her energy cannon which peppered the cockpit and back of the corrupted zoid blowing it in half.
“Splash one.”
“I’ve got one on me, Banshee one.” Alenko called.
Rolling left Annabelle came around to find that while her wingman was following one Raynos, he had one behind him leaving the third to seek out her.
“I’m on him.”
Rolling right on her axis Banshee one blew past the oncoming Raynos and took up position behind the one hunting her wingman.
“Go left Alenko. On my mark…three. Two. One. Mark.”
Alenko banked left forcing the enemy Raynos across the nose of Annabelle’s HUD. She opened fire sending it to the ground as a flaming wreck. Her entire jet shuddered around her as the Raynos behind her opened fire and peppered her armored section with energy fire. A fire broke out in her left engine trailing smoke behind her.
“You okay, Terra?” Alenko asked as he came around to rejoin on her wing.
“Yeah, get this asshole off me.” She said, pulling the fire lever for engine one.
Immediately a white cloud of fire suppressant exploded from the engine outlet.
“Splash one. Banshee two to SDF one. All bandits down. No targets on radar. Banshee one has lost an engine.”
“Roger that, Banshee two. RTB.”
Returning to his position next to her, Alenko and Annabelle turned and made their way back to the SDF.
The first sortie had gone well.
Emergency crews were already on their way to rescuing her wingman and despite the pleas of the tower and her remaining two wingmen, Anna couldn’t respond. It was taking everything she had to stay awake despite her massive blood loss. Flicking the switch to lower the tail hook she throttled back and followed the guide lights for a landing. Her plane came down hard, crushing the rear landing gear, but catching the tow cable. Pulling back on the throttle and slamming the cockpit emergency release so that the canopy shot off with her last breath, Annabelle passed out. The medical team didn’t reach her in time. She drowned on two punctured lungs that had overflowed with blood from the internal injuries she had sustained.
A veteran of the Diablo War and multiple skirmishes with enemies of the Empire, Captain Annabelle November Terra was pronounced dead on the carrier deck of the Ferros in a pool of her own blood. Banshee squad was pulled from active duty and put on standby while an investigation into her death was done. Imperial Flight Command thought it best not to inform Nova of her sister’s tragic demise.
***
Annabelle had arrived on Cevanti only recently, her death still fresh in her mind. The powers at be in the universe had transported her and her entire squadron to the ruined planet to be pilots for the Super Dimensional Fortress. Banshee Squadron had been given a full complement of Veritech fighters and were put into rotation as soon as they trained.
An alert sounded throughout the giant carrier that was currently docked at Markov.
“Unmaking fighters four hundred miles and closing. Banshee one and two on deck. Banshee three and four in reserve. This is not a drill!”
Annabelle downed the last of her coffee and tossed the cup into the trash and exited the cafeteria on her deck. She made her way to the central lift that would take her to the prep room. It didn’t take long for her to change into her jumpsuit and sling her helmet at her side.
“Just another day at the office, Alenko.” She said to her wingman who was standing in the doorway to the locker room.
“Aye, Capn. Let’s show our new brass what we can do.”
Annabelle high fived her wingman and they both headed to the lift to the flight deck. They had just finished detailing her squadron’s planes with their logo. A side profile of a VF-1 flying as full throttle with a white fog trailing from its body. Further down the trail the fog turned into a wailing banshee figure with black tears running down her face.
Captain Terra climbed the ladder up into the cockpit of Banshee one. She saluted Alenko who just seated himself before sliding into her seat. Strapping in as quickly as she could she placed her helmet on her head and raised the visor. Pressing the canopy button, the glass shell came down and sealed with a hiss. Fastening her mask to her face, Annabelle checked her comms.
“Banshee one to SDF one. Launch checklist underway.”
“Roger that Banshee one. Double time it. Bandits three hundred miles out.”
“Affirm, tower. Banshee one out.”
Annabelle switched on her radar, countermeasures, and flight computer within one minute. Her engines were already idling.
“Clear for launch, Banshee.” The tower controller spoke over the radio.
A platform raised up from the deck of the carrier behind both Banshee one and Banshee two to protect the crew behind them from the engine wake. The deck crew finally gave the signal to launch. Annabelle saluted crew member and immediately held onto the grab bar above her console. The catapult engaged and launched her jet forward just as she engaged her engines to afterburner. Within seconds she was airborne and making the turn towards the oncoming targets.
“On your right, Banshee one.” Alenko spoke through their channel.
Annabelle looked down at her radar. The Unmaking fighters were close. She adjusted herself in her seat.
“We’re gonna past right by. Three. Two. One. Mark.”
Four corrupted Raynos zoids blew past both Veritech fighters.
“Break!”
Annabelle pulled the stick to the left and brought her jet around. Immediately she was on the tail of a Raynos. The zoid spun to the right pulled up to avoid her, but Captain Terra knew better. She rolled right and banked to follow, her wings pulling into the fuselage becoming narrower. She grunted at the increase g force and lined up a shot. Leading the Raynos she fired a salvo from her energy cannon which peppered the cockpit and back of the corrupted zoid blowing it in half.
“Splash one.”
“I’ve got one on me, Banshee one.” Alenko called.
Rolling left Annabelle came around to find that while her wingman was following one Raynos, he had one behind him leaving the third to seek out her.
“I’m on him.”
Rolling right on her axis Banshee one blew past the oncoming Raynos and took up position behind the one hunting her wingman.
“Go left Alenko. On my mark…three. Two. One. Mark.”
Alenko banked left forcing the enemy Raynos across the nose of Annabelle’s HUD. She opened fire sending it to the ground as a flaming wreck. Her entire jet shuddered around her as the Raynos behind her opened fire and peppered her armored section with energy fire. A fire broke out in her left engine trailing smoke behind her.
“You okay, Terra?” Alenko asked as he came around to rejoin on her wing.
“Yeah, get this asshole off me.” She said, pulling the fire lever for engine one.
Immediately a white cloud of fire suppressant exploded from the engine outlet.
“Splash one. Banshee two to SDF one. All bandits down. No targets on radar. Banshee one has lost an engine.”
“Roger that, Banshee two. RTB.”
Returning to his position next to her, Alenko and Annabelle turned and made their way back to the SDF.
The first sortie had gone well.