Post by Da Pwny on Jul 1, 2008 4:33:17 GMT -5
*sry for the wait >.< kept getting sidetracked... anyways, hope this works >.<*
The sky streaked past Jhakura, a breathtaking view at the very least; all the shades of blue and white mixed together made for an incredible day indeed. Of course, the fact that she'd be severely scolded when she returned didn't make "Kur"- as she was called by friends- feel any better. Why restrict a girl from having fun once in a while?
Even so, it was uncommon of her to actually sneak out of the base for a flight in her personal A/P-442 Skyslip, even if the craft did belong to her. After Kur's parents died, a huge estate had been left to her, along with enough money to last her for many, many years- in comfort, at that. Sure she was rich, and possibly a bit pampered, but she never let it get to her head; at heart, she was as red-backed as any labor-class citizen, acting irrational whenever duty didn't call.
That, and she only had a few months left before she was officially to be a "woman", a term coined by higher society to restrict a young lady from doing what she wanted and place her either in motherhood or service for life. She loved flying, but beyond that Kur was pissed at the idea of being couped up here forever until she was too old to have another job.
Having mentally filtered out the radio a long time ago, she hadn't particularly heard the announcement about unknown fighters moving into the area, but she soon picked them up. "So much for a pleasure cruise" she mumbled, snapping into combat mode quickly as they entered her flight space... as well as her current path. Snapping a hailing channel open, Kur stated bluntly "Unknown crafts, this is Point Alpha 5. You are entering restricted airspace. State your name, rank, and purpose if you have one, or prepare to be shot down, over." After that, she waited, giving them five seconds before she engaged; she'd already armed the ATA missiles she carried, prepared to do battle if these boogies didn't speak...
The sky streaked past Jhakura, a breathtaking view at the very least; all the shades of blue and white mixed together made for an incredible day indeed. Of course, the fact that she'd be severely scolded when she returned didn't make "Kur"- as she was called by friends- feel any better. Why restrict a girl from having fun once in a while?
Even so, it was uncommon of her to actually sneak out of the base for a flight in her personal A/P-442 Skyslip, even if the craft did belong to her. After Kur's parents died, a huge estate had been left to her, along with enough money to last her for many, many years- in comfort, at that. Sure she was rich, and possibly a bit pampered, but she never let it get to her head; at heart, she was as red-backed as any labor-class citizen, acting irrational whenever duty didn't call.
That, and she only had a few months left before she was officially to be a "woman", a term coined by higher society to restrict a young lady from doing what she wanted and place her either in motherhood or service for life. She loved flying, but beyond that Kur was pissed at the idea of being couped up here forever until she was too old to have another job.
Having mentally filtered out the radio a long time ago, she hadn't particularly heard the announcement about unknown fighters moving into the area, but she soon picked them up. "So much for a pleasure cruise" she mumbled, snapping into combat mode quickly as they entered her flight space... as well as her current path. Snapping a hailing channel open, Kur stated bluntly "Unknown crafts, this is Point Alpha 5. You are entering restricted airspace. State your name, rank, and purpose if you have one, or prepare to be shot down, over." After that, she waited, giving them five seconds before she engaged; she'd already armed the ATA missiles she carried, prepared to do battle if these boogies didn't speak...