[color=8dc73f][b]Verena Ellmenreich[/b][/color][hr]

The entire frame jolted as she landed on the beach, guns blazing. Her chest felt like it was constricting, the walls of the cockpit pressing down upon her, as she tracked several targets at once, her eyes darting here and there on her screen. BETA after BETA was shot down, yet still their numbers seemed limitless. Already there were people dead and dying upon the beach, and more was falling.

Her breath was starting to catch in her throat, her hands shaking, on the verge of-

[color=skyblue]"Second Lieutenants Drazkowski, Ellmenreich, First Lieutenant Tanizaki and Major Kochenkov will be the front of Arrowhead One. The middle will consist of Second Lieutenants Anders and Poulsen, First Lieutenant Allaire and myself." [/color]

[color=8dc73f]"I got it!"[/color] Reloading, Verena moved quickly into position and into transit, flying dangerously low to the ground at high speed. Already she was shaking off that oppressive feeling crushing her just moments ago. All she needed to do was keep moving, to keep fighting, and think of nothing else but survival.

[color=ed1c24]"Looks like we're gonna get to see what you can do in that Tornado, Wolf-9."[/color]\
[color=00aeef]"Don't fall apart before we get to the laser-class, Wolf-9."[/color]

A wry grin stretched her features as she sank back into her seat. It was to be expected for the others to have that kind of reaction. After all, they were here, in the front lines, and she was issued an old TSF like she was part of a ragtag guerilla team in the ass end of nowhere.

[color=8dc73f]"Ahaha.. don't expect anything much. I'm just a normal rookie."[/color] She transmitted before silencing her comms.

The other two being lovey dovey on the comms wasn't something she needed to hear; it made her heart feel like thin wires were wrapped around it, constricting it as old memories came back uninvited.