m<a class="postlink" href="http://static.zerochan.net/Mecha.Outfit.full.1105503.jpg">http://static.zerochan.net/Mecha.Outfit ... 105503.jpg</a>m<br/><br/>The mysterious man in black was soon going to have another pilot serving along with him, though she had been taking off from an unrelated airfield and instead had to eventually rendezvous with him. Recently she had been hearing plenty about another excellent pilot. Never did she take this sort of a message as a challenge, however, but rather instead had elected to look at it as something that was potentially going to lead her into meeting someone who could potentially be an object of incredible mutual respect.<br/><br/>Her plane wasn't nearly as customized as the one that he had flown, but it was still certainly an exceptionally unique aircraft. The Sukhoi Su-47 Berkut was an unusual supersonic jet fighter that featured forward swept wings. There wasn't anything else like her in the skies. While her jet fighter had indeed featured the same dull black paint designed to prevent radar locks on that Slavic engineers had originally planned to put on the fighter, the famous red star of the revolution was nowhere to be found.<br/><br/>Rather she had elected to use her own mercenary's reporting marks in turn. A starkly minimalist symbol that featured a skull emblazoned with a rose blossom was painted where one might have expected roundels to be. It was certainly an unusual symbol that was painted on an unusual aircraft. It was perfect, as a result, to focus on the fact that she herself were looking for someone in a rather unusual circumstance as well.<br/><br/>There was another way that she was actually a lot like him as well. Much like him, she had not elected to go into any mission alone. On her person she carried several fixed-blade knives, which she felt were sturdier and more secure than the folding models that many other people had a tendency to prefer. She also had a pair of side arms that were starkly different when one thought of what level of technology they represented.<br/><br/>On her one side she had a Nagant M1895, which was a revolver that made a unique gas-seal with it's cylinder when fired. It would have been considered an antique by many, but she appreciated it's reliability even if it wasn't the easiest weapon to load. If nothing else, then it was always perfectly accurate.<br/><br/>The other was an ultra-modern side arm that fired the FN 5.7x28 mm cartridge. It featured a lightweight polymer design, a high capacity magazine and extremely low recoil. This combination of hyper modernism with something that was far more demure when it came to technological development would have given her a clear distinction on the battlefield. She must have been rather confident in her abilities, since it would be obvious from whom a shot came from.<br/><br/>Feeling her own back press against the seat inside of the fighter as her own afterburner switched into high gear, the female pilot involuntarily swallowed and then finally elected to switch on her aircraft to aircraft radio circuit system. "This is the Purple Rose, calling for unidentified aircraft. Unidentified aircraft, do you read my transmissions?"<br/><br/>Elsewhere there were some events that were looking every bit as interesting as it were. Saki Vashtal was a commissioned officer in the Asranian air force, which had made sense considering that he was a member of their royal family. Most individuals who were given such a high birth were absolutely paranoid of looking as though they were idly enjoying their wealth. This went double when the country that you were born to lord over was struggling with a military conflict and abject poverty.<br/><br/>In so many ways he had matched Shin's motions. He had done everything that he could to keep up with the other pilot, though he had to admit that the foreigner was perhaps one of the finest pilots he had seen in spite of some of the reservations that Shin might have exhibited from time to time. Once Shin was apparently out of ammunition, though, Saki was soon there to rush to his aid.<br/><br/>Banking in a way that made him feel as though his stomach were dodging upward into his throat, Saki ignored any discomfort and took out several of the targets that he had been trying to dodge a few moments ago. Nevertheless, this was just a temporary solution. As bits of lead riddled the fragile skins belonging to the enemy fighters, Saki knew that his own supplies and stores were of course limited as well.<br/><br/>That was of course until an entirely new target had served to distract him from even this. Eventually Saki had decided that perhaps the other individual wasn't in danger. No shots had really been fired just yet as it were, and it had looked like everything were pretty peaceful for the time being. Maybe this wasn't going to end nearly as badly as he figured that it would have. It had taken him only a few moments to switch on his own communications equipment, hoping to get a lock for the time being. Naturally they had been maintaining radio silence. When pilots became essentially extended through their own aircraft and entered into a zone as it were, they were either unable or perhaps unwilling to reply to such requests. If that had been the case, then it certainly wouldn't have been ideal at all. Nevertheless, he would have at least understood what was going on.<br/><br/>"Do you know who that target is?"<br/><br/>Unlike the previous female pilot, there wasn't the charity that came with an address as an unidentified aircraft. Rather, he had referred to the other plane explicitly as a target. His words had certainly sounded as though they were spoken in terms of absolutes. Saki didn't hold quarters so to speak. That was perhaps because of the history that he had seen his country go through thus far.