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8/9/2015 11:41:18 PM
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[i]A rift tears open in the sky, as two F-35 Lightning II fighters scream overhead. Both bear the insignia of the coiled red cobra on their rear stabilizers.[/i]
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*Minerva looks up* "Those look suspicious."
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I really am not in the mood to fight someone.
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None of us are.
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None of us are.
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[spoiler]Not here to fight they're recon elements.[/spoiler]
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[i]The aircraft both bank around, and scan the area a second time at lower altitudes. They each seem fully loaded with missiles, and a gunpod is visible on the belly of each jet. She catches a glimpse of the stabilizers on each jet. Both right stabilizers bear the same writing.[/i] VINC VFA-121 THUNDERDEVILS [i]On these stabilizers, the red snake is not seen, rather, there is a lightning bolt in the hands of a demon.[/i]
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*a voice is over the comms.* "um, hey. This is our airspace, soooo you're gonna tell us why you're here, who you work for, and you're gonna disarm you're weapons, or we're gonna have to send those pretty planes screaming to the ground. Understand Compadre?"
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[i]A transmission is sent back.[/i] This is Lt. Colonel James Rivers, VFA-121 Thunderdevils. This is a routine recon flight, over. Hostile action will be met with lethal force.
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"As long as you aren't hostile, neither are we. Tell your boss we said hi."
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[i]A transmission returns.[/i] Roger that.
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"Ok, just checkin. Carry on, and feel free to join me for lunch."
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"Great more newbies or enimies"
