!vP.0Sappaw 09/30/10(Thu)22:10 No.12282850|
>Back. I'm so sorry about that guys, I thought we would be in session for close to another hour.
Miss Suchelatti kicks her feet back and forth at the edge of your desk. "Are you even awak, cap?" she teases, her finger spinning the propeller of a model set beside your name plate.
Rouxfowl has been your first command she is narrow, barely wide enough for the badmitton court sometimes set up on the deck at her widest (the WOEFULLY bad idea that was.) She can navigate a narrow mountain pass with relative ease and cruise from one side of the province to the opposite in a days time. In combat, her skin is riveted iron that does well to deflect small arms fire and flak bombardments, but full size guns mounted on Ship's Launches and of course aggressor airship's can punch through. She has a pair of dorsal batteries, one on each side, and another on the aft; along with anti-air point defense machine guns. Set into her keel are six lift coils and the flight deck, which normally houses eight scouts and fifteen interceptors. Those numbers now, however, have been thinned to two scouts, two interceptors, and the two captured Imperial fighters currently waiting under guard in the airfield hangar.
Your secretary hops to her feet. "Ground to captain?" She says taps on the letter from the local magistrate she has brought.