[center][h2][color=00aeef]Fallen Angel[/color][/h2][/center][hr]
Stel only had a few precious moments to catch her breath after that misstep before she started hearing everyone launch around her.

[b]"Landing zone clear!"[/b] she heard. [i]Already!?[/i] It hadn't even been five minutes since they got their team confirmations! 

With panic clear on her face, she reached for the switches that would start up a standard Angel, but her hands only brushed against air. Most of her AUG's controls were redundant backups anyway, Adam controlled the vast majority on its own. In fact, the only thing she really needed to know were what was right in front of her... the controls for direct piloting. She reached shaky hands forward to wrap around them, and naturally her body shifted weight to fit the odd manner of sitting that the AUG required. 

[color=ed1c24]"Looks like you're ready. Finally."[/color]

Stel was [i]not[/i] ready, by any means. But she heard the next messages come through. [color=lightblue]"Watcher in formation, scanning for patrols or other targets."[/color] She was slowing everyone down. Maybe that was for the best? Her AUG was flashy, if she launched too soon she'd give them all away in an instant, but if she took too long...

[color=00aeef]"L-l-laun-"[/color] she managed to stammer out before being interrupted.

[color=ed1c24]"Launching."[/color] came Adam's voice to nobody but its pilot. 

Luckily, nobody else would hear Stel's indecision, though those watching the hangar would probably figure it out anyway. Just after Adam made its proclamation to its pilot, the AUG stood completely from its one-kneed stance and began careening forwards from its regular thrusters firing behind it. Stel didn't feel so much as a lurch in her cockpit, but she felt one in her stomach nonetheless as the sight of the heights she was falling from filled her vision. Maybe this was a bad idea. 

She was about to voice a complaint when Adam plagiarized her voice and spoke on the comms for her. [color=ed1c24]"[/color][color=00aeef]FA, launch complete. Will stay up here to draw fire until we have some targets.[/color][color=ed1c24]"[/color] And true to its word, the Red Power would stay floating a few dozen kilometers away from it's designated landing zone and just high enough to draw the attention of anyone or anything protecting the comms systems of their target, hopefully giving Watcher enough data to target from.

That was [i]not[/i] okay. The instant the comms shut back down she spoke up.[color=00aeef]"Adam, what the hell!? Don't go talking [i]as[/i] or [i]for[/i] me, I'll tear you a-"[/color] she managed before Red Power did a spin that, while not physically affecting her body's equilibrium, [i]did[/i] cause her screens to barrel roll and make her nearly puke. 

[color=ed1c24]"Then learn to talk for yourself."[/color]