Akodo Akihiko wrote:
Akihiko gently chuckled away his embarrassment and bowed at her excitement, quite glad she'd enjoyed the story. "Daidoji-san, you are most welcome. Since leaving my unit to come here, I have felt largely alone with my thoughts, and is quite nice to share a story or two," he says, giving a smile that seems meant for just her. "Perhaps you'll favor me with a story of yours?"
Ishiyo nodded in thought, she would need a good story of her own...and there was really only one good enough for the Lion.
“My service with the 312th aboard The Golden Heron was a pirate hunting action. So we had spent much of the yeah in on and off skirmishes with a group of pirates plaguing one of ouh main trade routes. Well turns out that while we were dueling the plannehs in the Admiral’s staff had been collating data points...were we encountered enemy patrols, scout sweeps by ouh recon birds, and even the pattern of attacks on frieghtehs. Anyway they figured out where the pirates had set up theih main supply base and we called foh the marines.”
She blushes a little, “Sorry still some more boring bits to get to the good part… Anyway the strike group linked up with a marine cruiseh and we launched an attack.”
“Initially we launched the whole carrieh wing to sweep the area. We caught them largely unaware, overconfident fools I think. Anyway enemy fightehs come streaming out of theih hollowed out asteroid base. They threw some patrols at us to slow the attack down while they gathered up. When the first big wave hit I plowed right through the middle!” She grinned, “Alongside the whole squadron, one of the enemy pilots tried to dive undeh me, but I stitched a line of fire right across the top.” Ishiyo made a little ‘pew pew pew BOOM!’ sound and illustrated the position of the craft with her hand.
“Sadly I did not get any more kills in the ensuing melee, too many Crane and too few enemies.” She shrugged, “Once the first wave was cleared my flight was sent back to escort the 328th Attack Squadron back to the Heron for rearmament with anti-station weaponry. Then ride back protecting the marines.”
Her excitement grows again, “On the way back what remained of the enemy stragglehs tried to ambush the marine’s assault shuttles. I saw one of them line up on a shuttle and dove under and then back up.” Again she demonstrates with her hands, “Blasted the pirate right as he was entering range of the shuttle. A clean strike right through the engine and up it went! The marine crew bought me a box of candy for that.”
“The last kill was after the marines had started the attack. There must have been a few enemy fightehs that had been hiding. One came streaking out and right foh me. I matched it head on, letting them fire wild shots at me until the enemy flinched.” Her smile was a grin, “POW! Right through the cockpit.” The Crane rubs the back of her head, “My Squadron commander reprimanded me foh that...called it unnecessarily reckless. Which was true.” Her cheeks were bright red.