Range watched the ships in the distance and kept all her systems at around 60 to 70% readiness. She wasn't sure what to do to help, already seeing Arizona as the leader of their tiny fleet. She wanted to launch every last plane at the new arrivals and demand that they give them passage, but then again that was why leaders gave orders and she followed them.<br/><br/>Plus a small part of her was sure that the other Fog ships would shoot her fighters down. The tension was making the poor aircraft carrier anxious and she pulled her mental model's hair. "I cant believe this! Were all Fog ships! Why are we being treated like this!?"