<strong>Shivae System: Hangar of the Agonev, moments before strikecraft deployment 01145</strong><br/><br/>Besides having a head over the rest of his pilots, he looked like them all when they were fully strapped into their flight suits. The engineers and mechanics had been ordered out, all communications with CIC and had gone silent and he made sure no one would here what he was about to say to anyone besides his squads.<br/><strong>"Perfection is out of our grasp, know that...but every engagement you return from, every ship you destroy is a bigger notch you will leave in history. You are all nothing, a number and a suit in this massive war, if you die you will be expected casualty x out of equation Y some logistics suit back at base command created. To them you are already dead...and dead men have no rules."</strong><br/>He grinned at them with a devilish smile.<br/><strong>"Get in those fucking ships and rip the shit out of everything in your path! Remember what I have drilled into your heads and you will come back to add to the tally."</strong><br/><br/>Silence was all CiC would receive from Ansem and his pilots, the ships deployed and used the ship's flank as cover while they approached the battle ahead. Ansem was quick at work and used a signal in battle he had used in hopes that out in the pools of black space was a familiar voice, everyone of his pilots were given the signal in secret.<br/><strong>"Hail ut niveus ventus"</strong><br/>Nothing could be heard at first, everyone flew in silence. Ansem's pilots were not sure what they were witnessing but they figured it would be best to stay quiet.<br/><strong>"Hail ut niveus ventus"</strong><br/>A cracking broke the erriely silence, then in unison three voices chimed in over everyone's speakers.<br/><strong>"Nos es ventus procul vestri tergum intemporaliter!!"</strong><br/>A sigh of relief could be heard from Ansem's mic before he cut it off, seconds later he was heard again.<br/><strong>"You motherfuckers had me worried, what is the situation, mind if we cut in?" </strong><br/>A gruff sounding man replied.<br/>"My boys are getting hammered down, there numbers are endless and my falcons need cover!"<br/>Coordinates were sent over to Ansem, he immediately sent his first detachment to cover.<br/><strong>"We can save the reunion for later." </strong><br/>The communication light went bright green in every pilot's Hud-display. The order to engage came directly from Ansem, the strike craft of the Argonev were ordered to assist the remaining pilots along with their prime mission objectives.