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PrologueEdit

MISSION I - OPERATION RECON UPPER HANGER

TRAFFIC DEPARTMENT HEADQUARTERS

JULY 18 - 2192

Dispatcher: Routine Assignment, Vel

Lt. Velasquez: The name's Velasquez. Say Vel to my face again and I'll rip yours off!

Dispatcher: Sure, Babe. Our relay stations detected a convoy of Vulture supply trucks spreading out across the city. My guess is that they're carrying arms and missile componets to the lowlifes of Vulthaven... probably supplying more of those spice gangs. Vape the trucks before they leave the city.

Lt. Velasquez: Consider it done.

Dispatcher: You've got a wingman for this one, Vel. Commander's orders.

Lt. Velasquez: Commander Satair can suck his...

Dispatcher: It's going to be Kendrick.

Lt. Velasquez: I don't care if it's Satair's k'r'rock grandmother! You tell Satair that I fly alone. Kendrick's a snot-nosed hotshot who doesn't value his life, let alone his wingman's! Send him to me, and he won't return in one piece. Is that clear?

Dispatcher: Satair's not going to like...

Lt. Velasquez: This is Hornet Alpha-6... clear me or else!

Dispatcher: You're cleared to leave the hanger, Vel. Good luck out there.

IMPORTANT 

MissionEdit

  • Destroy the two trucks heading for the south entrance
  • Destroy the two trucks heading for the north entrance
  • Take out the trucks entering from the west, and kill escort
  • Destroy the two trucks that are arriving from the north
  • A vulture patrol skid is entering from the east
  • Mission complete, return to base Velasquez

EpilogueEdit

UPPER HANGAR

TRAFFIC DEPARTMENT HEADQUARTERS

5 RADIANS LATER

Dispatcher: Operation succesful, Vel?

Lt. Velasquez: Read my report.

Dispatcher: Your vehicle recorder isn't relaying it's data, hon. You got a defective unit? These VRU's haven't all been...

Lt. Velasquez: You're the one with a defective unit! Check it our yourself.

Dispatcher: You're such a sweetheart.

Lt. Velasquez: And you're such a toad.


COMMANDER SATAIR'S OFFICE

TRAFFIC DEPARTMENT HEADQUARTERS

25 RADIANS LATER

Commander Satair: You have a problem with wingmen, Velasquez?

Lt. Velasquez: Not if they're someone else's!

Commander Satair: I see. I'm assigning you to pilot recruit, training, and evaluation, effective tomorrow.

Lt. Velasquez: To hell with that idea!

Commander Satair: Unless, of course, you prefer a position in dispatch... or perhaps the security monitoring station? Maybe the officer's mess - I hear they need a cook!

Lt. Velasquez: But I'm the best pilot you've got!

Commander Satair: No. You just think you are. Besides, you have a psych evaluation scheduled in two weeks. That chip on your shoulder has been getting bigger every time I send you out there! Tomorrow you start evaluating pilot performance, or I'll have you shipped out to the coal mines at Seraptis Minor, in drag!

Lt. Velasquez: But...

Commander Satair: And I don't like the officers under my command using foul language on T.D. communication channels, not to mention officers who make crude remarks about my Grandmother! Now get the r'ox out of my office and report to recruiting tomorrow!