Contact from Ansem to the CiC was fully severed, any incoming orders kept in consideration but in the heat of battle would be easily over seen if it did not seem efficient. Ansem took on the code name "Ark-knight", the man with a gruff sound "Kaos", a feminine  voice adopted the word "Lux" and a loud mouth arrogant one in the group was quickly addressed as "kid". All the pilots flying along side of them would quickly realize that they were all close friends. None of them reminisced about old times but they worked in a cohesive unity that would surprise the most brilliant of battle tacticians.<br/><br/>Ansem personally ran protection with a few wings at his side, for Kaos, despite his name was a master bomber. The gruuf sound of his voice would chime in once in a while "Wooooweeee I bet those physic fucks felt that one!". The open space field was chaotic, and losses were taken but minimal.<br/><br/>"LuX" as she became known was the brains of the operation, she organized bombers to return to their respective ships to be reloaded and ran escort runs for the prized ships. Her fighters were the most deceptive, the pilots working in perfect pairs to confuse the ship drones. While an Advent commander controlled the drones, they could never prepare for the unexpected. Countless drones went done to their own fire, running them into one anther's line of fire. Stress could never be heard from her voice and when her squad eradicated a squadron she would laugh flirtatiously and taunt the advent over an open network. "You boy's trying to ruffle a ladies dress?".<br/><br/>"Kid" bravado matched the way he spoke on the network, but Ansem noticed some of his fighters had taken a liking to him and his battlefield antics. A lot of faith was placed on "Kid's" arrogant shoulders and he never failed anyone. When it came to bravery he was insane, his ship fitted to handle his maneuvering and his favorite sport "dog-fighting". His kill count was unmatchable but his true purpose was to keep the morale of everyone up even if their fellow soldiers last moments on the network were of them being boiled alive by plasma fire.<br/><br/>The commanders of their respective ship never placed a face behind the green blips on the bio-sensors when they went red. That alone was the reason Ansem could never remain back on the "safety" of a ship, he needed to dance in the face of death to truly feel alive. The battle raged on and the strike craft squadrons did their part, now they needed crew of the massive ships to do theirs.