Run Silent..Run Deep

[Arch Angel 0]

Pilots Log...Computer begin recording: Beep...

 

Sitting in his cockpit listening to the powered down hum of the engine. The clicking of the electronic relays as they transmitted data back and forth from computer to computer.

 

Watching the screen display closely to maintain enough separation between the fighters in both Alpha, And bravo squadron while maintaining position on Zafiras wing as his wing man. Easy enough when in clear space but not so easy in this soup.

 

Instinctively going over both the fuel supply and environmental status. Noting the available weapons stores, You have to for if your out...your a dead duck. We are running silent and in a powered down mode. It is hoped this may make us as undetectable to the other ships that we have recently engaged.

 

Sensors are very limited, You can almost be in a collision with your bogey you are engaging before you can see it. Only alternative is to either disengage,or stay so close in the engagement you suffer the possible consequences of being blown to eternity by their main batteries.

 

I have regrouped Bravo squadron with Alpha as ordered. We are following orders to wait, And run silent. The waiting is really rough on the newer pilots, I can almost sense their tension. I know I have been there awaiting the order to engage, Nerves begin to get on edge, Anticipation growing, The adrenalin surging through you.

 

Alas time and experience helps to temper you into a cool responsive pilot ready to act at the necessary time. Yes time can be an excellent teacher given the chance, However a non seasoned pilot must survive long enough to get to that point. Our Commander is dedicated to make it a more survivable situation . I know and full well understand his reasoning, and dedication if the new pilots do not.

 

I know why he insist so much on honing a pilots abilities by the regular and at times extremely taxing simulated combat training. They will understand in time it is for the benefit of the ship we serve first. They will in time understand in time it is for their benefit as well to be able to survive.

 

looking out my cockpit I cannot clearly see the Commander, The Nebula is masking that ability. I know he is going over tactics, as well as a way to handle this situation in the best fashion possible. I know if the rest will follow his lead, and listen we may come out of this no worse for wear. I know this for I have seen him compose far too many of the Fleet communicaes to the families of those young fellow pilots lost in battle.

 

The Nebula is a swirl around us and the Reaent as if it is a comforting blanket. A way to be hidden from danger deeply wrapped in the mist. This would appear to be some sort of comfort were it not for the knowledge the enemy is out here as well, and looking.

 

Computer end log: Beep...