When you arrived, there was a tarped over aircraft on one of the Elysion’s flight-decks. The Familiar armored figure of the Starwolf leader could be seen tinkering with one of the exposed parts. From a distance the aircraft appeared to resemble the VF-25 Messiahs that she’d been fighting fairly often. However, after a second thought, you realized that the VF-25s didn’t have horizontal control surfaces in the back. All of the elevator’s pitch control pretty much came from thrust vectoring. So it couldn’t be a Messiah. Then you saw a bunch of the flight deck crew preparing the center-line catapult for a launch. The Starwolf leader then finished his tinkering and backed off, one corner of the tarp in hand. Then he pulled hard, and the tarp came off in one smooth motion revealing a shining brand new aircraft, that had a startling resemblance to the F-14 that saw service under the United States back from 1974-2006. The Starwolf leader then made his way around the airframe of the aircraft, examining every nook and cranny before the canopy snapped open with a hiss and a puff of air, depressurizing the instant it opened. Then he jumped up, the frame of the exosuit tat he wore flaring, giving him a boost up so he could grab the edge of the canopy and haul himself up into the front seat. The rear seat had an unmoving form there, it looked like some sort of robot or android that could view all directions at once. Then the canopy closed and the engines whined to life. The wings slipped forward and the flaps came out and down. Then the pilot began going through the procedures of checking the control surfaces and then slid the plane up to the waiting deck crew manning the catapult. If you were look look a bit farther down the flight deck, you'd see one of the Starwolf mechanics that wasn't present at the night's celebrations holding a tablet and a stylus, and was jotting down notes and such.<br/><br/>The crew locked the plane into the catapult, and the deck plate rose up behind the aircraft and then gave the pilot a thumbs up. The engines wound up louder before the afterburners were lit. The vibrant blue columns of flame were so hot and the thrust strong so that the very deck and the rest of the ship vibrated while the deck behind the aircraft was beginning to glow with the heat. The pilot saluted to the deck crew and the plane's nose dropped down and then bounced back up before it screamed off the deck like a bat out of hell. It flew straight for only a few second before it’s landing gear came up and it’s wings slid back. Then it pulled straight into the sky. The trail of light the fighter made as if flew was bright enough that it could be brighter than the earth’s moon when it shone in the sky. It was there and gone in seconds, achieving drastically higher speeds than the Akula could even dream of. Then it reappeared, heading for the mountain range that separated enemy territory from that of allied. Smaller, less bright lights could be seen already separating from the aircraft and then splitting apart and continuing along their way as the fighter continued on it’s way.<br/><br/>Minutes later explosions could be heard rumbling over the mountains, and if one looked, they would see many explosions high in the sky beyond and above the mountain range. If one looked closely enough, they would see a pale blue streak darting through the sky elusively dodging the unseen as explosions followed behind it behind and ahead. Suddenly the scramble alarm blared through the Elysion as it’s bridge received data on incoming signals. Several dozen assault ships and other craft were entering the atmosphere then and there. The enemy hadn’t taken kindly to the Starwolves turning on them. They wanted revenge. The real fighting had begun. A peaceful planet had been brought into the galactic civil war full circle, just because of it’s Valkyrie production facilities.