Merrick Helmsdottir
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- Joined
- Jan 20, 2019
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Blasted traitors. Or so he was told.
Rocketing through Cato Neimodia’s upper atmosphere, Merrick broke through to space in his fighter alongside Peirce, their ships darling as they passed through the cold buffer. Cato Neimodia’s orbital defendes needed to be downed for the Imperial fleets arrival, so that’s where they came in. Shoot in, knockout hostiles, blow the damn thing out of the sky. Twenty minute adventure.
Fingers crossed, anyway.
The pull of gravity lessened on his ship, and Cato Neimodia turnedbelow. The defence platform wasn’t far, hopefully they could get close without getting spotted. A few well placed rockets and it’d fall,
“Much of a Pilot, Pierce?” He chatted over the comm. They’d be in danger soon, last little chance to chat before it all started. Either way he wasn’t complaining, nice to be back to flying, something his rotation through the Imperial military offered him far too few opportunities for. Hopefully a few more of these and he’d get his transfer approved.
@Deviant