[i]"Relax"[/i] Asrial told himself as he he waited for the catapult to sling his fighter into the deep void, the indicator lights slowly ticking down to the launch mark. [i]"Just relax and it will be alright."[/i] Breathing deeply, he held his breath and whent slightly slack in his seat just as the counters hit their low point. AS he was slammed with the G forces of the sudden 0 to several hundred of meters per second acceleration, Asrial slowly let his breath bleed out and his body be pressed into the seats. 

As the fighter transitioned into the void, Asrial ditched the relaxed posture he had maintained, and put his head on the swivel to take in his surroundings and mentally mark the positioning of his squadron mates. Nudging the throttle up, the armored Aranok couldn't help but let out a pleased rumble that echoed that of the ship as it accelerated to match the speed of the other fighters. His hands moved with familiarity, softly pressing on the controls to coax the fighter into an odd banking turn that was angled up as well as to the side, matching direction with the other's, just at a slightly higher elevation. 

[quote]"All right, boys and girls. Split into two groups; three in close escort to Eagle Eye, four of us in two pairs in a wide spread ahead and on either side to intercept anything coming in. Olarin, Mallory and Wallon, stick with the Claymore. Hel'Kayik and Cavernmaw, you're together. Miles, you come with me. Keep your eyes peeled, everyone. We know there's something weird going on out here".
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Clicking his own com to signify his receiving the order, Asrial tightened up his formation with his two wingmen. "Babysitting duty aye." The muttered to himself, only after ensuring that his com was off. And for the most part he was right, it was a long slow process of tailing the larger [i]Claymore[/i] craft. In fact it was boring enough that Asrial found himself humming to an old tune that popped into his head as the com came to life once more carrying the authoritative voice of the commander to his ears. His humming stopped dead as she railed out the sighting of the new contacts, and the barking of various orders. A rush of adrenaline cleared his mind as he thumbed the safety off his guns.

[quote]"Olarin, Mallory, Wallon; eyes to the rear. I think they're trying to bushwhack us, over"[/quote]

Gritting his teeth under his helmet, and forcing a smile Asrial responded in an clam and even voice, "Understood lead, taking up defensive posture." 

Though he was anxious to get into the thick of things, he knew his place and it was most certainly not questioning orders at the start of an engagement, besides he had a gut feeling things were going to heat up here in any case. Flipping on his maneuvering thrusters Asrial spun his Saber sideways, pointing his nose towards the incoming contacts, letting his previous momentum carry him in a side slide, keeping up with the [i]Claymore[/i]. Touching his coms the radioed over to Mallory and Wallon, a grumble of satisfaction in his voice "How about a friendly wager? First one to score a hit, I buy a drink, deal?"