[indent][h3][color=teal]Jamie Teale[/color][/h3][/indent]
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	"God, I fuckin' hate coffee," Jamie Teale complained, finishing off her second coffee cup of the day. One day, she wouldn't be so addicted to this stuff. It was a curse! But she got head aches without it; a bad habit left over from her academy days. Surely, military training had drilled proper sleep schedules into her subconscious, but in order to purge the sleep out of her eyes for good it always felt like she needed a cup of coffee. One day, she would kick it. No one really needed coffee, right? Fortunately she had it down to 1 or 2 cups a day, and had been for a while. Apparently, coffee was good-bad for her heart. Every couple of months a new study would come out, claiming coffee equals heart disease. The next season, someone changed their mind and now it's good for her heart. Otherwise, Jamie was a picture of good health, and coffee was the last thing she needed to crush underneath her boot heel if she was going to be certain she was 100%. Hopefully all of her other good habits would balance it out, or something. Fucking coffee. The worst.

	Jamie set her obnoxious "I Hate Mondays" mug down next to her already empty tray of food. Reaching for her phone, she spent a few minutes scrolling through social media. Commenting, discussing, people made stupid or funny jokes and Jamie needed to be there to see it. What else was she gonna do during her break time? 

	There was an alarm, and the sound of distant explosions. Oh. So this is what she'd be doing during her break time. Who the fuck was attacking? Zipping up her jumpsuit, the young pilot exploded from her seat and dashed with her cohorts towards the lockers. Punching in her code (4321), Jamie quickly and effeciently strapped on her flight vest and buckled her helmet around her head. Her heart was beating a million miles an hour. This would be her first time in a life or death dogfight. Training was kicking in, and she was surprised at how calm she was. Adrenaline had kicked in, sure, and she was nervous, sure, but she had no doubts about stepping in that Starfighter and taking to the air to defend her homeland. From whoever the hell was stupid enough to come at them! Clicking on her comms, Jamies voice crackled to life in the air.

[img]https://i.imgur.com/yRlFqsC.png[/img] [color=teal]Teale:[/color] "Angel-2, Second Lieutenant Teale, present. I'll see y'all in the air, over."

	The 104C Starfighter assigned to her was waiting in the hangar as other pilots got into theirs. It was a relic of a fighter, but Jamie wouldn't have it any other way. The 104C was an icon of Antrea, one she was proud to be flying in. If it ain't broke, don't fix it. Thing could fly like an eagle in the right hands, and Jamie was certain that her hands fit that description. As she buckled her seat belt, the news the Old Man reported began to sink in. Jackson dead? Already? Fuck! Grinding her teeth together behind her air mask, Jamie steeled herself and began taxiing out of the hangar a safe distance behind Lancer and Felix. Of course it was Vlhakia. Those imperial bastards couldn't leave well enough alone. Well, if they wanted a fight, Jamie would deliver it with a vengeance.

[img]https://i.imgur.com/yRlFqsC.png[/img] [color=teal]Teale:[/color] "Roger that. Let's remind these fuckers who they're dealin' with. Over."

	The anger was already audible in her voice, even through the filter of the radio. All red huh? Already she imagined herself blasting those Vlhakian swine outta the sky, but the old man was right. Protect the base first. Then she'd go after those treacherous snakes that killed Jackson and who knows how many others already. The engines of her jet roared to life and the sound filled her ears. Power began to course through her arms as she held the flight stick. This was it. This was how things were supposed to be. She was in her element.

	Breaking free of the bonds of the Earth for the first time is a feeling she'll never forget. Having complete control and freedom to go anywhere, do anything? It was a high. Even in these dire circumstance, as the landing gear lifted gently from the runway, the elation was palpable. Now, though, there was something at stake. No, everything was at stake. Everything that mattered. So the elation was subdued, and diverted into steely determination.

	Eager to get into fray, Jamie's formation flying was fast and loose. As the ground became distant and undetailed, the pillars of smoke rising high into the air, Jamie's gaze fell angrily onto the oncoming bombers. 

[img]https://i.imgur.com/yRlFqsC.png[/img] [color=teal]Teale:[/color] "Takin' a pass at that bomber at 3 o'clock! Over!"

	Orienting the cannons toward the bomber, Jamie turned her nose toward the lumbering craft that threatened to drop it's payload on her homeland. Eyes flicking from the bomber to the escort plane, Jamie's breathing quickened and she pulled the trigger, the low buzz of machinegun fire ripping into the chill morning air. 


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