<strong>Ansem Hyral : Engaging enemy Aircraft, within Argonev space </strong><br/><br/>Hyral and a squad of twelve fighters and bombers flew into combat in tight formation under the bombers they were escorted, feigning weakness that someone was foolish enough to send bombers out unguarded. As the bigger ships began to exchange blows they needed to be patient until those shields were down, them shooting prematurely simply meant wasted ammo or overheated plasma coils.<br/><strong>"Falcons, veer off to the ships right flank, engage as soon as those shields go down, take out anything en route to the engine, I want that ship hauled off and turned into slag." </strong><br/><br/>He had no say in what happened to a ship once it was taken out, but crippling/assisting or capturing a ship meant that he could "mark" it as a kill for his unit, even if the main ship did most of the damage. Ansem knew the importance of morale and propaganda, if the enemy feared another then they had already won the psychological battle.<br/><br/>The deafening sound of the massive canons soon filled the air, the shielding on the opposite side held on as long as possible before they finally overloaded, issuing the time for the bombers to start their attack. Some of the pilots took well to the combat, others were panicking but their mics isolated to calm them in battle.<br/><strong>"What are you afraid of pilot, we went over this already, drop your payload and go back to bay for a reload, you do not have time to panic, do you understand!" </strong>Ansem was careful on what he said, everything would be recorded and used as review later, but it did not stop him from speaking on a private frequency that occasionally bled out onto the bridges recorders.<br/><strong>"The ladies are out for a walk, tip your wings and invite them to dance." </strong><br/>The video on board his command console would flash a smile across his lips as the fighter formation broke and moved to engage the anti-strike craft that came to take out the bombers on their retreat. Unfortunately for them, the fighters had hid well from radars and caught them off guard, soon a battle began and Ansem was commanding his troops over the com with a surgical precision, no stress in his voice.<br/><strong>"Raven 9, cover your 7 and take those out, Raven 3 you are behind a kill, for that I want four ships now. Falcons hurry the hell back, Agronev has two more ships that are in need of a good bombardment!" </strong><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=47446.msg2250637#msg2250637">Quote from: Sel Nar on 19-09-2009, 21:33:10</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"CAG, Do Not, I repeat, Do Not Fire upon any escape pods. We'll let Praxian Justice deal with them."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><strong>"Copy that command, I'll enjoy shooting the motherfuckers down next time I engage them." </strong><br/>Ansem's fighters cleaned up the first frigate and quickly reformed and retreated towards the ship to escort the freshly loaded bombers out once more.<br/><strong>"Alright boys, good job cookies on deck after the mission but wee got two more to take down." </strong><br/>He was not purposely mocking the skirmish, it was a great battle to introduce his pilots and observe them in combat. Reports and logs would be reviewed personally by him once it was all over, but the fight was nothing that had his adrenaline burning through his veins.<br/>