[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/PuByCLF.png[/img]
[h3]A Crash at the Horizon[/h3][/center]
[@Crimmy][@Silvan Haven][@Lucius Cypher][@Azereiah][@Guess Who][@Ryonara][@Abillioncats][@Ayazi][@Plank Sinatra]

“Captain, incoming bogey at 12 O’clock.” The man swiveled around in his chair, hitting a few buttons as he called out to his captain.

[color=#6050DC]“Give me visuals.”[/color] A loud, commanding voice echoed through the bridge and immediately the front monitor displayed two women, hurtling through the air at speeds that threatened to outpace the storm and each bolt of lightning it was hurtling towards the beach. [color=#6050DC]“They’ve got moxie,”[/color] the commander said, a brazen smile crossing her lips. 

"Captain?" The man asked, turning around. When he did he was met with a woman standing decked a form-fitting white dress shirt with a black tie trailing down it. She also wore a black pencil skirt, similar to one a teacher might wear. Her shoulders were emblazoned with chevrons and she looked more confident than she ever had. 

[color=#6050DC]“I don’t know what I expected from her.”[/color] She said laughing a little, she couldn't contain her smile. Her tousled ivory hair escaping the pilot's hat on her head and trailing down her shoulders. She opened the side doors of the air ship. The entire thing was a massive spectacle, to be sure. But the girls would have to stick the landing on one of the sides, given their trajectory it would be the ship’s right side, their left.

Stella moved to meet the two, adjusting her black tie as she stepped out on the side deck which was usually used for controlled high altitude jumps. Her sunglasses stayed on only through the use of her semblance and her entire outfit flapped in the wind. Her hat was tossed to the sky, perhaps as a signal or perhaps just because of Stella’s flair for the dramatic. 

The teacher stared down the two girls in their swift approach. She would have to make sure that the two could survive the landing, regardless of their accuracy. Her grin was uncontainable as she knew that Lauren would enjoy the outfit choice. Of course Gratia would be sure to make snide comments about it until the exercise was over and she was out for the day, but that was just who she was. 

Stella finally took the flare in her right hand and ignited it, discarding the lid and holding the flare up with a single confident hand. 
[color=#6050DC]“Bring it home, girls.”[/color] She whispered under her breath still standing on top of the aircraft, a Nuit in a pilot’s uniform riding a plane, it somehow seemed apropos.