Zeta took her now-familiar seat in her custom B-Wing. From the outside, it looked like any other - Zeta cared very little for aesthetics. On the inside, however, was a rather open, matte-black canopy. Most of the consoles had been removed, apart from the center, basic manual controls. The pilot seat had been removed, replaced with a frightening-looking apparatus and Zeta stood in, securing herself. Her feet, hands, and forehead disappeared under interfaces, with every other body segment locked down tightly. Her eyes turned bright cerulean as the interface activated and all auxiliary systems powered up. Zeta did not truly pilot this ship - she<em>became</em>the ship, with all of the benefits and hazards associated with it. After receiving clearance, she sent the phrase "Zeta, Gold Eleven, launching." to the communications array. Her ship elevated and exited the hangar almost as if being guided by a tractor beam. Once her flight group had formed up, they began to move into the minefield.<br/><br/>(Going out of turn, but it doesn't affect anything.)