The new members of the Snowbirds sit within a standard [url=https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/titanfall/images/5/57/Crow_render.png/revision/latest?cb=20140515111559]United Empire troop dropship[/url] racing through the sky, the hull rattling as wind and snow hammer against it. It isn't the most elegant of transports, but it's the fastest, plus it beats the cold of being in a convoy. The troop dropship starts a soft gentle bank, the pilot leaning to the side and craning his neck to face the HELIX pilots. He grins, letting out a mumble that develops into a full sentence. "We're almost there, folks. Sorry for the bumpy ride, but she's been running transport the past few days. Do whatever you folks do, but for the love of God don't rip a hole through the metal, she's pricey to repair. Oh and, the leader of your squadron wants me to tell you your HELIX Frames are already there and being tuned, plus he wants you in the cafe as soon as we touch down. He's a weird guy all right, don't let him scare y'all off, ya hear?" A cheeky smile spreads across his face, his eyes returning to the controls and the pure white distances ahead.

From the windows on either side, the only thing that fills their view is the white clouds and faceless snowy ground. Cold out there, thankfully their destination has [i]proper[/i] heating, instead of what the flying brick has. The relatively quiet expanse makes for a good feel on how distanced people can get, not too long till their destination thankfully. Perhaps now would be a good time to strike up a conversation with the other pilots on the plane.