Telaliel was just barely past the city limits when alarms started screaming across her panel and chatter started picking up on air direction channels.  Scant seconds after that began various guidance and control systems started pinging, reporting a rapidly descending mountain overhead, broadcasting as much energy in either form as many metropolitan cities on the world.  Without even thinking she dove to just above ground effect level and opened the throttle on the ornithopter.  "Hwestadis is going to<em>kill</em>me for the maintenance after this."  The wings of the 'thopter beat frantically, each stroke breaking the sound barrier on its own and propelling the craft even faster and it blurred over the trees.  "And next time palace security says I can't have shredder bolts ready loaded, I will make it a royal decree!"<br/><br/>The guard in the back of the craft was barely aware of her charges commentary, pressed back as she was in the co-pilot couch.  There were certain stresses that the Ælpheran form was meant to take and this was not one of them.  Her armor tried to compensate, but was simply not designed for such.  The pilot couches were designed to assist, but the armor prevented it from working properly.  Which meant that she was taking the full brunt of the forces as the princess slalomed her way over the forest, trying to make a run for someplace to hide, or at the very least, rearm properly.  But there was nothing she could do about vessels hundreds of rangwe long about to land on her home at even higher speeds than she was trying to flee it.<br/><br/>Even as the royal guard was blacking out, the princess was cursing under her breath, trying to finesse even more speed out of the orni, by pure will and prayer as much as technical skill.  "I swear by all the fell and ancient gods, if they crush Nandellemar, I will find some way to destroy them."  She slid the small craft around one of the taller hills that verged towards a small mountain, one hand flipping through the guidance system.  "There must be...ah, there we are!"  She opened up a channel to an airbase, still a few moments away.  "This is the fighter Screaming Swallow, registered personal craft of Princess Telaliel.  I am formally requesting any and all assistance possible be brought against the threat to Nandellemar.  Also requesting full heavy load out for Fion class hexa-wing fighter, repeat<em>heavy</em>load out for Fion class hexa-wing fighter.  We do not know for certain if the entities are hostile or otherwise..." she took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment as she thought of her father in the palace, likely about to be crushed.  "We will not be the ones to begin this, but we can avenge those who fall if they do."  She released the transmission switch and banked slightly, heading for the installation in the midst of the forest.  It tore at her to be so utterly...useless when she was most needed, but she could not face what was happening unarmed.  If the gods showed her any favor, the tears would be dry by the time she landed.