The Wail of the alarms broke the proceedings with mixed reactions of relief and panic. mike caught the Tirolian's glance with a daredevil's grin. 
"oh good, I was wondering when they'd show up" mike muttered patting the Tash on her shoulder before running towards his VF, fluidly dodging techs and pilots each milling for their positions. 

"GOOD LUCK, SEE YOU OUTSIDE!" he yelled back as he caught his stripe adorned helmet and jammed it on his head before jumping into the cockpit. he watched the crewmember in front of his FV, and followed his instructions, going through a hasty systems check. finally the ferret gave him the go ahead to taxi into the runway and was replaced by a hare who motioned for the fighter in front of mike's to launch. 
< Lt Mike, Nawlin to tower, requesting permission to launch> mike called over the radio, watching as another SV-II moved into position and launched. 

<Tower to Lt. Nawlin, permission to launch granted, good hunting> the response was echoed by the hare pointing to mike, positioning him in front of the blast deflector and into launch position. Easing the throttle up, mike tapped at the mini music player strapped to his thigh as his other hand slowly increased the throttle, waiting for the hare who nodded to him and dropped into a forward kneel, pointing star ward. 
With nothing else to do, mike slammed the throttle forward in challenge to the black vacuum and jarred with the sudden lack of gravity, before steeling himself. a quick check showed him on Channel and wasting little time he called out. 
<Nawlin here, moving to intercept hostiles> he growled reducing throttle to under redline, and joining the rest of the defending forces.