For a full hour they flew into the air of this "exotic" multi-terrain world the IGC recently discovered. One squadron of fourteen pilots flew their speeders. Squadron Leader Aibus MacAod kept trying to shake the tearful sounds of the mass pipes and drums his entire world of clansmen played upon his departure. He was selected among his brethren and peoples of his world to fly with the elites of the IGC this particular planet. All over the span of a few systems and one galaxy they fought the Order of the Beast, the Chaotic Surprise, and the Imperialist Gantronese Empire that expanded. Their presence was not clear on this one world. Five of his own squad members were born on a space station. Two came from the same moon, three came from the same system. As for the rest, they were royals, and nobles from different planets. One in particular had a dispute with his "brother". Amonis was his nickname. His story involves him becoming a Prince through adoption despite his lowborn-slave status.
Amonis left only to return demanding his people to be freed after discovering the truth. Here he was with thirteen others flying on a mission. The only way his brother would free his people was that he flew on this mission then came back. Everyone thought that was a crazy and figured he was a nutcase. Aibus checked with his thirteen pilots to make sure they were all in. One of them was listening to music. Fighter Pilot Jessek Armene from the Moon of Ponteros had a bad habit of listening to some music. He always had something playing into his ear. Aibus had not time for that. He switched the shared inner com for the music to be shared with the whole squadron. It was a tactic used to embarrass aviators, and pilots alike in order to get them back in line. Emut the former caretaker of some motel guffawed. One time he had his number and enjoyed messing with him acting like a woman just to troll. Naginee started laughing out loud giving off the witch impression. Leah the Egg Girl from a college on an isolated continent tried to keep it together. As for the rest of them, Sveni, Finnsley, Barrow, Petricus, Magridusa, Tissin, Olladi, Runkins, and Lessien Hyles kept quiet until they could not hold it in.
"Quiet, dammit, quiet! SHUT UP!" He commanded then everything was quiet.
"Good! I want all squad mates to form up on my wings" Aibus urged for his squadron to follow orders.
"This here is the Guvmari Isles. It trails off from the peninsula you can make out in the distance." He informed them.
"All we have to do is flying around and see what locals there are on this planet. Do not engage them in any way. If we do land just pray there is someone like Agovis or Nunjimi to pick us up."
"What about the music he listened to? That was too bizarre and weird." one of them protested still on the musical subject.
"Can it! Then you will just have to listen and enjoy it while your in your own little cockpits! Now keep your eyes peeled!" MacAod demanded from the squadron.
They kept flying past the Guvmari islands and towards a large landmass up ahead. He squinted his eyes eyeing what he thought looked familiar. Forming up were thirty-one large ships shaped like thick daggers. From the sides flew smaller craft he thought looked like talons. Scores of these talon shaped fighters swarmed up on them. With little to no time to react all fourteen were taken down. Aibus prayed they would land in the ocean safely and be picked up by locals or by an ally. Relying on both of these ideas he let his craft crash into the water, which only knocked him out. MacAod woke up in a cell wet from the ocean. He did not know if he was in enemy hands or those of the enemy's clutches. Down the hall a door opened revealing daylight was still present. He had some hope of relief until several figures who look just like him came up to his cell. Two shorter ones, a Prince, and another figure clad in what appeared to be a pirate's black long coat from some other era fashioning a goatee. The others appeared to be a Champion-Knight, some Field Marshall, and a Crusader in gray armor.
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