[center][h1][color=007236][b]Tony Moore[/b][/color][/h1][/center]

Shit, shit, shit, were the three words going through Tony's mind as he struggled to rush his gear on. Between the fact that his arrival to base was delayed and the fact that he is working with slight jet lag from the time shift of things on his way to base he was a bit of a mess. He was still cleared to fly though, apparently someone thought it was a good idea to clear him. Oh well, hazard pay was hazard pay. 

He threw his duffle bag into the corner of the Hanger and finished putting on his flight gear. He packed his revolver in his shoulder holster and the small box of bullets into a small pocket underneath his vest. He was fighting a new enemy who had the ability to travel through portals across space, if he was going down today he was going to show these assholes what happens when you invade a planet full of people who are fed up with assholes.

Tony got to his jet, an older AV-8B Harrier jump jet. He wasn't the biggest fan of jets, but pilots were needed and he was deemed as a pretty good one. He wouldn't object to that. "[color=007236]That thing better be ready to go airborn, we're late and we have shootin' going on here.[/color]" He started shouting at the prep crew. He got an affirmative, he was more or less ready to go. 

He claimed inside the older jet, he wondered how long the thing had been sitting before his new officers decided to fix it up and get it moving again. He is hoping it wasn't too long, a sitting engine is at high risk for a lot to fail. It worked fine during the practice runs a while back, but anything could happen, he needed to think right now though.

He radioed the control tower, "[color=007236]This is Ranger five, call sign Ground Bird, Requesting permission to kick some ass?[/color]". Tony noticed little things as his plane took off, the change in air pressure was different then flying on earth, not by a lot but by enough that anyone looking for it would notice it. Maybe a different acceleration due to gravity? It didn't matter, what mattered was that his jet was ready to fly. "[color=007236]Ranger Five, joining the fight. Sorry I'm late, someone left the oven on and I am pretty sure it wasn't me.[/color]" 

"Yo, Ground Bird. This is Ranger Lead, you'll be our number five. Good to have you with us, and time to start earning your pay. We've got a surplus of bandits, go high and team up with Ranger Three and Four to suppress the enemy fighters. Two, stick with me and let's keep beating the bushes until the extraction bird arrives". His new squadron leader spoke. It had been years Since Tony had been in a combat situation, it was nerve racking for him.

"[color=007236]Wait, I have to ear my pay? I thought I was living off military benefits for the rest of my life?[/color]" He laughed as his bird took flight. "[color=007236]Going high, I'll be up to show you guys how it's done.[/color]" The Harrier wasn't meant for speed, it was meant for easy take offs and heavy ground support. Could it still hold it's own in the sky? Hell yes. 

Tony joined up with Ranger Three and Four as the fight continued, things seemed to be burning pretty well overall with out him. "[color=007236]Damn, you guys cleared the way in for me, does this mean you're buying drinks too?[/color]" Tony was soon able to line up his sights on his first target. One of the Yerrill fighter crafts. It wasn't moving like anything Tony had ever seen in combat before, and it was a hell of a lot faster then his own fighter, that didn't matter too much to Tony, as another one of the fighters was about ready to jump into his line of sight. With a slight adjustment he was able to turn the 25mm Gatling gun to his target, giving a whole new definition of "Oh shit" to the pilot inside the craft.