<strong>"I will push the best and only the best, those who do not meet my standards will be pushed harder. The pilots of the Agronev will strike sheer terror in our enemies, you just give it some time." </strong><br/>Ansem's smile started slowly across the lift end of his lips, as the situation was fully explained he almost glowed with excitement. A fire erupted deep into his green eyes, scanning for ships on their side, scanning their officers and commanders.<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 0.7em;"><em><strong>"fortes fortuna iuvat"</strong></em></span><br/>He mumbled to himself lowly, the look on his face made it impossible to see he was pleased, bordering on unexplained joy.<br/><strong>"If you excuse me, something has just come up." </strong><br/>As quickly as he had arrived on the CiC, he had departed. He felt an sudden urge to commission a engineer to etch a long unused symbol on the side of his fighter.