Out and away several nautical miles from Hawaii, (to the point the islands were a dot in the distance, the Fleet of Fog Assault and Suppresion ship CV-4, known as The Ranger, sailed peacefully in the wide empty ocean. The large metal behemoth moved at a gentle pace with its engines at low power and its flight deck clear save for one humanoid figure dressed in a yellow, blue and white uniform that was sitting at the edge of the flight deck.<br/><br/>Range, the ship’s mental model, sat on the edge of the deck with her red hair down and her uniform unbuttoned slightly so that she could feel the wind on her body. The spray of the ocean water every time the ship hit a wave just abit too roughly always made her laugh and hold herself, it was so strange to go from feeling nothing to feeling sensation all at once.<br/><br/><em>‘Human’s really don’t have any idea how lucky they are to feel these things.’</em>She thought and examined her hand and body before frowning.<br/><br/><em>‘Five years and yet I still do not have a tan..how do Humans do it?’ </em>She thought while pursing her lips, she wanted it done the natural way, not by just adjusting her Mental Model artificially. She stood up and fixed her clothes before thinking that she could use some more wind.<br/><br/>The moment she thought that she felt the impact of a savage gush of wind as two of the four P-51 Mustangs she had sent out flew above her and she was nearly toppled over when she held her arms out and embraced the wind.<br/><br/>The two planes looked like brand new, fresh out of the factory, models of the old ww2 era fighters but they were faster and armed with better weaponry on the inside, their pilots were much simpler versions of Range and looked like old store mannequins which were also connected to their plane via veins and tubes and wires.<br/><br/>Range was about to continue maneuvers when she looked back towards her islands, they might as well be after she had guarded them for so long, and saw shapes that were not there before. Shapes that looked like battleships and other such craft of her kind.<br/><br/><em>‘Are they here to kill off the people in the bunkers?’ </em>She wondered and felt abit sad. They had been rather friendly, well most of them, when she went over pretending to be from one of the other islands.<br/><br/>“Well, I better not disappoint.” She said and summoned her planes back, putting them all back in place and preparing for a short range jump. It took her five minutes to charge up the jump and she made sure not to jump too close so as to startle the others.<br/>Just five miles away from the forgotten fleet, Ranger Jumped in out of nowhere creating a big splash.<br/><br/><strong>“Hi everyone! Welcome to my islands!” </strong>She called out happily, originally wanting to give them a more proper greeting, but after being alone for so long Range was just happy to finally have someone to talk to, even if all she would get back were shouts of anger.<br/><br/><br/>(OOC: Details and info on Ranger incase you need to check it out for refresher or something.  :P )<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Name: Ranger. (but goes by Range because she thinks it is cooler.)<br/>Hull Number: CV-4<br/>Class: (I can't find specifically where it says what class she is)<br/>Affiliation: Fleet of Fog, (One of five ships sent to guard Hawaii but eventually was the only one left and roams around the area near Hawaii to keep from being bored.)<br/><br/>Mental Model: (Its hard to find a mature looking woman in anime. hahaha. When she lets her hair down or acts out she looks a lot younger.)<br/><br/><br/>(http://www.robotechresearch.com/battlecry/characters/chase%20copy.JPG)<br/><br/><br/>Ship Image:<br/>(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/2/25/USS_Ranger_CV-4_Pearl_Harbor_1944.jpg)<br/><br/>History: Range was made after the final sea battle between the combined UN fleet and the Fleet of Fog ships. Thus she has never really been in combat save for sending her planes to scare the islanders back when they tried to run away. After the battle She was one of the original five ships of the Fog assigned to guard and patrol the area around Hawaii due to its strategic value, however after 7 years the other ships were called away to other areas, leaving her alone with the islanders and several memorials. After another 8 years of boring patrols and practice maneuvers with her planes she snuck away one day and explored the island and its various monuments, she was surprised at how much the humans had respected their ships as much as the crew, especially when visiting the USS Missouri and felt an odd sensation that made her feel ill. <br/><br/>She at first thought it was Land Sickness or some other such thing and returned to her ship, taking longer and slower routes around the island or <em>jumping </em> at random so that the islanders could fish and get the food and salvage they needed while she enjoyed the open ocean and raced her planes all around. Now she is returning to Hawaii and her radar is picking up other contacts that weren't there before.<br/><br/><br/>Loadout: - eight (8)  particle cannons.<br/>-forty (40)  rapid-firing particle auto cannons.<br/>-six (6) high-angle AA lasers, housed where the real ship had its' funnels.<br/><br/>Planes: -P51 Mustangs. <br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.aviationspectator.com/files/images/P-51-Mustang-30.jpg)</div></div><br/>-Douglas SBD Dauntless dive bombers<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.aviation-history.com/douglas/sbd-2em.jpg)</div></div><br/>Personality: Range likes to keep everything clean and orderly, not to an OCD level but enough that she would appreciate it if others were clean around her. That is if she had anyone to talk to, despite her best efforts no one will speak to her, leaving her to find her own manner of entertainment. She enjoys pretending she is part of a crew and spends most of her time pretending to man the various systems or work as the deck crew, checking her fighters and sending them off with a wave of her hand.<br/><br/>Due to lack of interaction with others she hasn't really learned much on how to act human save for simple things and spends most of the time sailing and flying her planes around, having them shoot at the water in mock battles and epic adventures</div></div>.