<strong>Dixie Mae Clementine</strong><br/><br/>I could hear some rumours from the room I had just left and the unmistakable accent of the Canadian trying to explain something to the crazy woman. Just when I was about to head back into the room to ask what the hold up was, the ship tilted and I quickly shifted my weight to hold my balance. Then Hedy talked about the Collective and I knew enough. Fast as I could, I ran towards the hangar deck, spotted my pink bloodhawk and jumped in.<br/><br/>Something my dad told me came into mind.<br/><em>'Dixie, girl, them Navajo's are some savages yessir they are but they are unorganized. Them red bastard communists, they are savage oh yes but they are organized and want to control every single inch of American soil. Now we cannot allow that to happen can we now Dixie? No sirrie we can't.'</em><br/><br/>As I signalled the hanger employer that I was ready for launch, I looked at the picture of my father on the inside of my coat.<br/><strong>"No sirrie we can't."</strong><br/><br/>When I saw the other pilots come onto the deck I yelled at them.<br/><strong>"Come on you! Wouldn't wanna be shot by some damn communists now would we?"</strong><br/><br/><strong>"I'm all ready for the plunge baby. Whenever you're ready with that hook o'yours!"</strong><br/>With that I closed my cockpit and checked if everything was working so far.