Skylar trimmed out the lack of thrust in the left engine as he made his approach. Once his pilots and other crew members had become friends (a few had actually gone farther than that), he and the rest of the Starwolves had been using the Elysion as a kind of mothership. They had an agreement with it’s Captain, Ernest Johnson, and soon they’d have another. There were three ways it could go: The Starwolves would buyout Chaos and merge it with their own organization, the Starwolves could merge with Chaos, or the two could become steadfast allies. All three options came with an additional added benefit to the Starwolves. They needed new pilots. Most of their most inexperienced pilots were dead or captured due to the foolishness of their past employers, and the Starwolves, once the fighting was finished here, wanted to solve that. Another thing Skylar needed to fix. He needed to get the custom armor shielding installed so something like this wouldn’t happen again. These thoughts went through his head as he guided his wounded Aircraft through his approach vectors.<br/><br/>He didn’t want to make any transformations until the last second, since he only had one operational engine, and he honestly didn’t want to shift forms at all if he could help it. With that in mind he made a final decision.<span style="color: #0080FF">“Talon Zero One to Elysion, I have an engine out and I’m going for the cables.”</span>He said as he lowered his landing gear and tailhook. Then he flipped his flaps down as his wings slid forward. Despite how powerful his remaining engine could be, he needed as much lift as possible to make this landing.<br/><br/><span style="color: #8000FF">“Full copy Talon, Be advised. The pattern is clearing up as we speak, and the deck crew is laying out the cables.”</span>Came the reply over the comms.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">“Uh… Roger, everybody better hurry up. I’m about ten kilometers out and closing.”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #8000FF">“Talon, are you declaring an emergency at this time?”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">“Affirmative. I don’t want to risk your people or mine. But I want to get this plane on the flight deck as soon as possible, and intact, no barrier should be needed.”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #8040FF">“Roger Talon, pattern is clear and the cables are placed and secured. You have the ball.”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">“Roger, I have the ball.”</span>Skylar replied as he banked into the recovery pattern. It was an effort to keep the big and heavy airframe from stalling out and dropping below the flight deck as he brought her around. He could see the cables now and could remember when he had down this sort of thing back when he had actually learned to fly. Except it’s been a real, honest to god surface navy aircraft carrier. Then he’d gone and trained his people to do the same exact thing. Skylar had an idea at that point, but thought better of it to perform it when his craft was actually ready to fly again. Then he brought the fighter in and the flared the nose upward, a bit higher than recommended for a carrier landing, and his tailhook caught the very first wire as the Leopard’s nose dropped back down, only for the front landing gear to get shoved down onto the deck by the force exerted on the aircraft being caught by the tailhook, and the plane screeched to a halt.<br/><br/>Skylar let out a glad sigh as the deck crew rushed it to remove the cable from the tailhook so he could taxi it out of the path of other landing aircraft. He parked it far back on the flight deck and then began shutting everything down, brought up the flaps, and folded the wings in before popping the canopy.