Out to sea, it was a calm, quiet day for the sea-life near the surface of the ocean. Shrimp and fish were swimming about, a flock of migrating birds passing by. A sperm whale climbed from the depths, surfacing for air and blowing a fount of water particles skyward. Just as he was about to dive back down, the sound of whirring engines could be heard.

A flying feline-featured Thunderbolt tore the quiet asunder, dashing by the sperm whale as he dove back down into the sea.

Kat flicked her wing flaps back and forth very slightly, in a playful manner. She loved to fly. It was so exhilarating to watch the ground below zoom by, seeing everything below in a faction of a second up close. The flipside is combat in her Thunderbolt, Twilight. It was intense and almost nerve-breaking to rake enemy convoys with a rotary primary and Rockeye clusters, never knowing if they would turn their small arms on you, or even if they had anti-air weaponry. But Twilight had taken hits before, and the girl kept Kat alive.

Coming into Thunderbolt Black airspace, and straightened out before reporting her presence. But before she got a word in, her radio crackled to life with a report of the island under attack. She listened intently, her feline ears twitching behind her slightly altered headset.

"Looks like I'm not gonna get a hot shower for awhile." She muttered to herself, before flicking her comm on "This is Kat in the Thunderbolt II, Twilight, entering Thunderbolt Black airspace from the north. I read you, Heartbreak. I am outfitted for air-to-ground. Requesting permission to flank from the north. They won't expect an aircraft from this way and my Rockeyes can deal some punishment to those hovercraft."