Even since early childhood, Ian Griffin had always dreamt of venturing out into the vastness of space, leaving the constraints of his homeworld, along with serving his People and God. Both services would very soon be met as he finally had the courage to enlist as a Fighter Pilot for the Navy. Unlike the Army, who had to ship untrained soldiers to the warzone, Navy personnel were fortunate enough to go through training before being sent to Anuira. For his few years in the Academy, Ian proved to be among the several best in his class, but the true test would soon.

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Aboard the Carrier [i]Exalted Wrath[/i]
Hanger Bay
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"Alright ladies and gents." An Older woman by the name of Grace Jefferson spoke, passing back and forth in front of a line of eleven men and women in Fighter Pilot suit, Ian being among them. "In an hour's time we'll be arriving to the most hazardous warzone this Sector's ever saw, Anuira." She paused as she stopped in front of Ian and two other young pilots in between him, Alisa and Kyle Anderson, a pair of siblings who were also close friends with Ian. "I bet some of you just can't contain your excitement to get out there, well don't. I didn't train your miserable asses to just see ya killed in the first five minutes, so listen up!" She backed away from the group.  

"This will be nothing like the Sims back home, the enemy will not give you quarter and will be unpredictable, and I don't plan on loosing anybody because of reckless heroics, I promise you that much. Do you get me?"

"Ma'am, yes Ma'am!" They all replied in unison. She grinned and nodded back to them in approval, just after, the ship begun to tremor violently, followed by alarms and red flashing lights. "Alert! Alert! Enemy vessel on attack course and launching strike craft! All pilots to your stations!"

Grace grinned once more and looked to her team. "You heard the man! Specter Squadron, move out!"