• "Coordinates, sir?" She asked.
    "28 North, -13 West. You think you can do this, lieutenant?" Asked the colonel, shaking in his chair.
    "Sir, you've been training me for this during my entire time in the academy as well as your squad. I've been preparing for this moment all my life." With confidence, she set her jets to Mach 15. She pulled out a map, finding the coordinates. "Ready, sir."
    The colonel took a deep breath. "Alright lieutenant. The pathways have been cleared. Your ready."
    She nodded at this comment. "Sir..?"
    "Yes lieutenant?"
    "It's been an honor serving with you as your lieutenant." A few tears welled up in her eyes.
    The colonel grinned. "Go kick some *** Kimika." She grinned at this comment from her colonel. No one ever gave her any courage to do something she hadn't dared to do, except her colonel. She stood there on the platform, as if all eyes were on her. In fact, they practically were. The whole ship depended on one person. One lieutenant, and that was Kimika. The lights on the sides of the runway lit up, giving her some light. She fired up her jets that were behind her, and she popped her neck. The colonel spoke in her ear.
    "Now...go!" Her hands balled into fists as she started to run down the runway, the wheels on the bottom of her boots rolled with her as she went faster, faster, and faster. When she came to the edge of the platform, she just sped up even more. She went off the platform as her jets kept her with her speed. 28 North, -13 West...as she went forward, she slowed down, as if she were still running and skidded her right foot to be able to turn left, and in a moment she dashed off again for these coordinates. Looking forward, she saw flashing red and blue lights in the distance. She ran as fast as she could, her jets set at the maxiumum. Her teal hair flew past her, covering her microphone. She could hear worrying in her headset, and she knew it was up to her to cease it.
    As soon as she was close enough to see clearly what the fight was about, she came to a halt, her jets halting at the speed as well. Suddenly, a large bright red flash appeared, sending down one of their ships' fighter jets. Her eyes widened and then glared. That was the mothership of the Maka's. Grabbing the blue plasma headset on her head, she turned the dials to point the plasma guns toward a Maka fighter jet. She ran forward towards the jet, and pressed a button on one of the guns, shooting both at the jet, sending it down. She came to another halt and she cracked her knuckles. Several more fighter jets were still up and running, but only a few of our fighter jets were fighting to keep off the Maka.
    The Maka have been always trying to destroy us, wanting the universe for themselves. We were the gaurdians of the universe: The Emma. Seeing another fighter jet, the pilot of that jet noticed me and notified his "buddy" of her existance. The jet turned it's way facing me. She set her plasma guns to a higher setting shooting at them. This jet was much stronger then the one she shot down earlier.
    "Damn..." She muttered under her breath. Her colonels voice came in through her headset.
    "Something wrong, lieutenant?" She scoweled at the fighter jet as she dodged a torpedo from that fighter jet.
    "I just ran into a Maka fighter jet, one that's much stronger then the others. No plasma attacks.." She panted trying to keep herself from collapsing. "I can't take care of it alone." The colonel yelled a few commands at some other squad members.
    "Alright lieutenant, a fighter jet that's already out there is on their way to help." She nodded and turned her attention back to this particular jet.
    "Almost there!" When she tried to listen to what the colonel was shouting to some members, a torpedo was shot from the jet, and she couldn't dodge it.