Hen Fight || Exile, Griffin, Striker

[Viktoriya Gilyov]

3rd October 2003
2030 Hours

Anyone knew that a good awkward spot in life was cured with bullets. That seemed to be the case in public school, and that was definitely the case for the two pilots –granted, they were smart enough to rely on simulators for all their venting needs. Pilots tended not to need a lot of urging to fly. That was true of Tatiana, and certainly true of Vik. Conversations only got a person so far. There was only so much hugging and relating a person could stomach before something needed to drop from the sky. Upon entering the simulators, both pilots fully intended for that person to be the other.

The simulation was fairly simple: asteroid belts in the black, no planets close enough to be of consequence. A good, old-fashioned dog fight. Viktoriya was already imagining the evasive maneuvers of the ace Blindside during the Cylon wars – a scenario she'd played through fairly recently. To Viktoriya's simulation, Tatiana was represented by an unmarked vessel, a hostile. Viktoriya would appear to be the same for Tatiana.

The second Tatiana appeared on DRADIS was a veritable You've gotta be frakking kidding me moment. In failing to specify, the machine in its infinite wisdom, loaded Tatiana's Viper behind Fox. Close behind Fox. As in, Fox punched it the second the blip appeared on her screen, behind Fox. Exile's response time didn't need to concern Fox; Fox's response time concerned Fox. She'd wanted something to challenge her. She'd gotten it. No one wanted a pilot with Exile's skill anywhere near their tail, nor did Fox. Generally, she would have turned to make a head-on sweep –few things weren't preferable to having a bogey on your tail. Not this time, though. This time, she wanted to give Exile a run for her cubits.

Fox punched it and pitched her nose upward, making an arc to the asteroid belt. That's where the fun would be. Frak a quick round; Fox and Exile were making a game of it, and she wanted her friend to have a nice run of it. She used her port CO2 thrusters to bank and tilt her ship, moving around a large asteroid with her canopy shielded above by the debris. She only wanted room to lose her fellow Hawk.

After that, Exile would be Fox's little rabbit to chase.

[Tatiana Wisla]

Exile had agreed to take on Fox in the simulator, it would be good training and a good chance for the two of them to get some time in the simulators with out just the simulated fighters. They never did seem human enough for Tatiana anyway. This was the way she preferred it taking on the best of the best and showing her skill.

Tatiana cracked her knuckles and slide her helmet on as Chris and Ty loaded the simulator for the two of them. Right off Tatiana was given the upper hand. Though a bit of an unfair start Exile took advantage of it with out second guessing the computers wisdom. She slammed her throttled forward and squeezed her trigger as she laid chase to her friend. She knew not to under estimate Fox, she had seen how she flew and knew that Fox had skill that she would have trouble matching.

She banked trying to keep up with her as she swung toward asteroid field. Her finger letting off the trigger as she fought to tail her. Foxed banked around cutting within meters of one of the asteroids breaking Tatiana off from behind her. She wasn't about to make the turn to follow her and avoid the asteroid. She pulled off and swung around the opposing direction and tried to come around to get her sights back on her. "Not letting you off that easy Fox." Exile said over the comes as she circled trying to get her sights back on her.

Tatiana always pushed herself hard and fast in flight always pushing right to her limit. She remembered talking to Row back when she had just started flight school. How he had given her advice on how to fly. "Just remember Blossom, never stop. The second you hesitate is the second someone has you in their sights." That had always been the way she lived her life. She never stopped never slowed down ever since she was free of home. She never looked back on the actions she took or questioned herself. She never gave herself time to do so that would mean she was hesitating. Maybe a day would come when something finally made her slow down and look back on her life, but that could in itself be one big mess. For now though back to the fight at hand. She found herself having trouble getting her sights back on Fox though it wasn't for lack of trying. The good news was that Fox had yet to get around behind her at this point either.