Sparks jumped from a dented, bent section of wall lining one side of the hangar, near where a skidding Saber had come in too fast and landed awkwardly, not stopping until it struck the far end wall of the main hangar. She was helping damage control shut off power to a part of the hangar in order to enact repairs, when the call for pilots came out. She stood frozen for a split second, the vision of her certainly wrecked Cutlass flashing in her mind before she handed her tools to a nearby Marine and sprinted back into the hangar proper, heading immediately to where the Cutlass' were being parked. Various other craft were already in the pipe and she assumed more were launched. Other pilots moved about, some clearly as lost as Bethany, and her eyes jumped from craft to craft, searching for one that was not only flight worthy but unoccupied.<br/><br/>She approached a badly damaged Cutlass and gave it a quick inspection. It was dented and would likely be scrapped, but it seemed to be working. Bethany approached a nearby deck crewman. "<strong>Anyone fly this one?</strong>" She asked hurriedly, examining the Cutlass from the back now. The mechanic shook his head, responding "<em>Nope</em>" without looking up from his work. "<strong>Is she flight worthy?</strong>" She asked again. This time he only nodded, and grimly, but that was the best Bethany could hope for as she rushed up the ladder and jumped into the cockpit.<br/><br/>The right side of the canopy was stained with a little bit of blood, though from what she couldn't say, it certainly wasn't human. She powered up the Cutlass' engines and immediately an array of warning alarms sounded. She closed the canopy, pulling her helmet on, and worked on sealing the canopy and powering weapons, even as she was being delivered into a pipe for launch. The Cutlass had less than a quarter of its missiles and ammo left, but it had structural integrity and all main systems, except jump systems, were working well enough for her to do her job. The engines wailed and the Cutlass shook, Bethany grimaced again as flight control gave her clearance for launch. She pushed herself into the seat as the catapult launch system tossed her out of the pipe and into vaccum.<br/><br/>Bethany gripped the stick tightly and twisted it side to side, getting a feel for an unfamiliar craft. The controls responded sluggishly, and clearly there was internal damage harming performance. Bethany clicked her teeth as she fell into formation behind one of the Talons and set to organizing her thoughts, starting with shutting off the alarms, at least the ones that would turn off. Outside her canopy, the rag tag band of fighters easing into formation tightly grouped together, and well beyond whatever they were sent out to meet loomed on her screen. The Cutlass shook again, and a new alarm came on, indicating an engine failure, though she still had the rest of the engines, and plenty of fuel.