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Faction Blue Sunshine

Royal High Commander, Ducha of Charubah
Location: Over Ta'aChume'Dan, Hapes; Hapes Consortium
Theme Music - "Blue Sunshine" by Nish

Lady Commander Relina Zhan, Royal High Commander of the Hapan Royal Navy, tore through the early morning skies of Hapes Prime, the throneworld of the Hapes Consortium. From Charubah, herself, Zhan had a bias toward bleeding-edge, high-tech things. As a noblewoman, she had expensive taste. And, finally, as a combat pilot by military training, she had an adrenaline addiction which was not easily satisfied. She was flying the Miy'til Int/T "Terminus", the newest starfighter in the Royal Navy's arsenal and one she played a major role in designing, deliberately pushing the machine to its very limits. Forward shields online, she had the throttle pushed all the way open as the staccato of its pulse-detonation engines could be heard after a short delay all the way to the city of Ta'a Chume'dan far below her; perhaps even Her Majesty Kha'la Daaray Kha'la Daaray could hear her passing by overhead at Mach five.

"YEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH HOOOOOOOO!" she shrieked with elation into her commlink's mic as she rolled starboard and pitched up, sharply banking toward the northwest; she didn't care that it was undignified for an aristocratic lady to express herself in such a way.

She could feel the inertial compensators of the fighter being overtaken, which prompted her carbon-black flightsuit to respond proportionate to the stresses her relatively petite body was experiencing, even in its reclining position around which the new fighter model was deliberately built around for the express purpose of dealing with the capabilities of the machine while the inertial compensators had a finite limit which could not yet be raised. The sensation was absolute thrilling to her... better, even, than certain other pleasures of the flesh by her reckoning.

"Angel One to Balance of Judgement, this is one kick-ass ride. Atmospheric flight calibration is nearing completion. I'm sustaining a maximum speed of Mach five with forward shields online." said she, her tone becoming more serious, to the Royal Navy's flagship in orbit. "Repeat, I have been hypersonic for zero-five-point-seven seconds and sustaining."
 
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