Making his way back to where his squadron would be thoughts ran through Wades head. Three fighters would be an ideal number... Not enough to mount an real offencive, but enough for light defence. One fighter might have worked though if the inhabitants of this world were under no fire orders one ship would make a tempting target to break those orders. However three fighters ensure that not all would be destroyed before the full squadron is out and mobilized.<br/><br/>Poking his head in Wade looks at the pilots, "Hotshot and Sideswipe come with me. We're going patrolling... We are not to fire unless fired upon and we must keep a close eye out. We have no clue on what they fly or anything else..."<br/><br/>Heading out he slides into the seat of his fighter once more. Looking over his instrument panel he presses fingers to his lips then places them on a picture of a lovely younger woman, "Watch over me mom..."<br/><br/>His display is almost a ritual as he closes the cockpit and maneuvers his fighter to the catapult with his two wingmen. Wade does a once over again checking instruments and then the controlable instruments. He chuckles over the main comm, "I wonder if we'll ever advance far enough for giant fighting robots? Anyways this is the Crimson Comet heading out..."<br/><br/>The catapults shoot forward bringing rapidly accelerating craft with before he is out over the blue waters. He circles about as his two wingmen join him staying in a wedge formation. Flashing overhead the crimson and gold fighters head out over the treeline....