[quote=@Dynamo Frokane]
[i][color=6ecff6]Come in, Hajar Mezgouri, this is Scotti McCrae of the Bronx mission control. Looks like youve been promoted, as of right now your file officially has you as the Bronx Pilot of the New York 5. I'm really sorry to hear about Eldon, but I've seen your reports, you are a great pilot in your own right. You are about 4 mins away from the combat zone in brooklyn, your co pilots are [b]Larcen Fields, Ken Yi, Alex Robins and Hannah Von Falkenhiem[/b]. Theyve just made contact with the enemy, it looks like a straight up dogfight, but be aware there are [b]Dangerous Ground Targets[/b] to be aware of, the Jersey Devils like to get the edge in the air by fighting near their own [b]Anti Air Guns[/b] and garrisoned buildings. Good Luck Pilot![/color][/i]
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[color=ffff00][i]Astaghfirullah! (God have mercy)[/i][/color] Hajar swore mentally as she flew towards the combat zone, the wind still whistling through the hole in the cockpit where the bullet that hit Eldon had come through. One of the mercenaries her village had temporarily hired, Eldin had lost his plane in a particularly bad fight, but had managed to parachute to safety. Grounded, he was willing to mentor Hajar in the ways of air combat in exchange for letting him take Israfil as his own. They had spent a few years together as teacher and student, pilot and co-pilot, as she received hands on training, making small airborne repairs to the plane, as well as modifying it to her ease of use. Eldon had been telling her for a while that she was ready to pilot herself. Sure she could fly the plane, but she had never been in a fight alone. She thought that in her first fight, she would just switch seats with Eldon, but as she flew, the co-pilot's seat was hauntingly empty.

Looking to her tablet computer, she flipped around, accessing the playlist, and selecting just the track to take her mind off of Eldon and get her into combat mood, flipping back to her homebrew turret management program once song started.

[color=ffff00]"Alright you Jersey shayateen (plural for shaytan, Arabic for devil), let me play for you the song of my people! Allahu akbar, Motherfuckers!"[/color] Hajar shouted into her mic, her abrasive voice being blasted from the loudspeakers that were mounted on the outside of Israfil from back when it still served as a city defense building. However the song that followed was anything but what one would consider [i]traditional[/i] North African music.

[hider=Pillar Men][youtube]https://youtu.be/XUhVCoTsBaM[/youtube][/hider]

Israfil plowed towards JD5, laying in with its forward facing mini-guns, Hajar adding in a bit of extra fire power with the front turrets as well, though using the top swivel turret to fire at the ascending JD1. Of course trying to pilot and control several turrets at once was no walk in the park, and Hajar had little hope for real accuracy, but she hoped that some covering fire would disrupt whatever team tactic JD1 and 5 had planned for Hannah. She planned essentially to distract them, give Hannah an opportunity to react, and then head towards the gun emplacements. Of course, she was also keeping an eye out for anything that might look like a ground-based jammer.