[color=00a651]"Oh, fuck me!"[/color] Maki cursed as she was suddenly back from the sink. When the Lincoln was pulled out of hyperspace, the Japanese pilot had been washing her hands after using the bathroom. Somewhere in the back of her mind, an inner voice was patronizingly telling her that things could be worse. She could have been still on the toilet, for example, and she would have had to launch in the Hellcat with shit and piss all over her.

When the announcement for them to get to battle stations, the confusion set in. How the hell were they in a combat situation in the middle of hyperspace? She could ponder the question while on the way to the hangar, she reminded herself, as reflexes took over and she found her way to the Hellcat. Maki was too good a pilot and a soldier to believe in superstitions, but the fact that they had just witnessed something that was supposed to be impossible happen right after Ardin came on board seemed to indicate that their current situation was linked to his presence. The Coalition had developed technology that could pull a ship out of FTL travel. Trying to hit a fly on someone's shoulder from two miles away with a sniper rifle would have been an easier fit.

[color=00a651]"I guess we know why Ardin wanted us out of Cerol ASAP."[/color] She muttered to herself as she climbed in the cockpit as the technician briefed her on the Hellcat's condition. 

"We haven't had time to fix the hull damage but all systems should be working fine. Just avoid taking direct hits and you should be fine!"

"That's the general idea..." Maki replied as she booted up the Hellcat's systems and launched into combat with more haste and urgency than she ever had. [color=00a651]"Hunter is online and ready to rumble. Scanning for targets and awaiting orders!"[/color] She reported, falling in beside Trapp. Privately on the squad comms, before orders came in, she made her uneasiness known.

[color=00a651]"They managed to pull the Lincoln out of hyperspace? At FTL speed? What are we up against here?"[/color]