[indent][h3][color=teal]Jamie Teale[/color][/h3][/indent]
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[img]https://i.imgur.com/yRlFqsC.png[/img] [color=teal]Teale:[/color] "Hah! Eat shit! That's one bomber down, over!"

	Jamie celebrated over comms. Her gloved fist jerked upward and punched the glass above, a single slam signifying her small victory against the oncoming Vlhakian hordes. That was her first kill. For a moment the thought crossed her mind that she had just ended the lives of at least one person, and she waited for the regret or shock to set in, but it didn't come. There was only a satisfying surge. Not an ounce of guilt or sympathy for these assholes. Good. She didn't need sappy shit like that holding her back. That was for Jackson, but now she had to pay back everyone else who had been killed so far. Angel Squad had a helluva lotta work to do! Her heart, however, got caught in her chest as Felix (or Angel 5) reported over the radio that there was a bogey on her six just moments before Jamie noticed the same thing.

	Quickly changing direction, Jamie pitches the nose of the 104C Starfighter up and to the left. Clearly this works as the Killjoy's fire goes hopelessly wide.
[hider=Jamie rolls a 21 in defending against Killjoy-1's attack.]
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/16380
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[img]https://i.imgur.com/yRlFqsC.png[/img] [color=teal]Teale:[/color] "Copy that, Angel-5. This guy's a total amateur. If you've got 'em, I'm gunning for one of those red assholes. Over."

	Having seen how effective her dodging was, and with Felix covering her, Teale decided to focus on the objective instead of eliminating the MiG on her six. With that, her plane circled around having completed the evasive maneuvers for now. Felix, Lancer and even Scott seem to have done an excellent job dealing with the remaining two bombers, so Jamie decided to gun for someone else. The Old Man had mentioned some kind of elite squadron, the ones that downed Jackson. Jamie would find out how elite they really were. Behind the emotionless facemask, Jamie's eyes scanned the air and spotted the red Su-27's. It wasn't the flight leader, but it was one of the bastards. Turning fast, her Starfighter screamed towards one of the nameless Devils that had so treacherously attacked her homeland. Leaning forward Jamie furrowed her eyebrow and focused, attempting to lock onto the nearest Su-27 and blow it to pieces with a heat seeking missile.

	
[hider=Jamie rolled a 15 in her attack against one of The Devil's Striders.]
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/16381
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	With something of a lock on achieved, the missile disconnected from underneath her right wing and shot forward at preposterously high speeds. Like a shark in the water it homed toward the red Su-27 that had made itself the first target of Jamie's revenge. For a moment Jamie hesitated, forgetting about the MiG on her six and watching the missile travel through the air. All she wanted right now was to see a member of that elite squadron explode in a fiery blaze. Come on! She had tracked it well, no way the bastard could avoid it now!