[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] "Angel-2 comin' in for a landin'."

	Jamie visibly relaxed in the cockpit of her fighter jet. The adrenaline coursing through her veins was finally beginning to fade. How many imperials did she just kill? This was her first time killing another person. Turns out it wasn't too dissimilar to the simulations. Press a button and the enemy explodes. There was no regret, or even shock. Those fuckers had it coming. Recounting the battle in her head, Jamie had downed two bombers and a fighter. One exploded, and the other two had parachuted out. Not bad. Three splashes, one guy dead. She wondered what his family would think. Probably BOO FUCKING HOO, that's what! They killed Jackson, so they deserved it. If they wanted to stay alive they should have stayed home. Whatever. It was over, for now.

	Slowing down and turning around, Jamie frowned at the dead seagull matter still stuck on her window. Fortunately autopilot made landing quite a bit easier. Once again connecting herself to sweet mother earth, her Starfighter came gently and gracefully to a stop on the airfield. An engineer appeared and hosed the dead bird off of the window in a display that made both of them queasy. Ugh. Poor bird.

	Taking the mask of her face and popping open the window above her, Jamie emerged triumphant from her plane and hopped the wind of her Starfighter and onto the ground. For now, most of her friends had made it out alive. They repelled the attack, and that's what counted. The thrill of victory felt good. It almost erased the stinging loss of a comrade. Almost. Smiling over at Scott she began to head inside to finally finish her fucking breakfast.