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Above the Clouds
Warrant Officer Volanskya grinned as she took off in her tiltrotor UH-144 Falcon air support vehicle. She muttered to herself as she clicked off all her systems on her UH-144. "Armaments...yes...engines...perfect..." She leaned in close to her radio speaker and said cheerfully, "Warrant Officer Torana Volanskya reporting. All fine." She heard a few sniggers at her heavy Russian accent but she ignored them and accelerated the Falcon.

Her UH-144's electronic heads-up display flashed a trio of warnings and half a dozen Banshees, escorting two Spirit dropships, rocketed past.

Volanskya swore as the wind buffeted her and knocked her offcourse. She saw, out of the corner of her eye, one of the dropships firing at her and two Banshees diving backward to shoot her down.

She clicked her mike on and said, "Need assistance, repeat, this is Foxtrot Two-Niner, I require assistance."

"Assistance coming your way," a confident male voice replied. Then the Falcon's HUD exploded with red warnings, and nearly two dozen Banshee fighters along with up to ten Spirit dropships appeared through the cloudy mist. Plasma bursts repeatedly opened fire on her, and a pair of green spots appeared, and a Pelican dropship and a UH-144 Falcon zoomed from the clouds in front of her, chainguns and machine-guns firing, missiles locking, loading, then firing. "Foxtrot Two-Niner, watch out, crashed bandit coming your--"

Static, then the Banshee crashed into her, the already-burned Banshee fighter exploding into flames.

Volanskya saw black.