Kashka read the number on the door: 112. This is it she told herself. Opening the door, she saw a dark patch of hair with a pair of hands sliding through the greasy weeds.
"Commander?" She started up. The man at the desk raised his head up slowly, like he was expecting the young officer.
"What is it," he groaned out "Lieutenant?" Kashka pulled up one of the small brown chairs situated in front of the desk. Taking a deep breath, she reported the news.
"Commander," She sped up to tell the rest. "We're in position at the edge of Hiigaran space. Should I-" The commander cut her off before she could answer.
"Deploy fighter wings Zeta and Upsilon," He ordered her. "Then scan the belts for any Hiigaran warships. We don't want to be caught off guard." Kashka replied to her senior officer with a slower tone.
"With all due respect, Commander," she said self-confidently, "we are ourselves hidden in this field. We would be impenetrable to all scanning." The officer looked at her harshly, giving her an I-know-that-you-idiot look.
"If you're requesting permission for a flight," he said, much to her liking, "then you got it. Get in your ship ASAP and head out with Upsilon." Kashka stood up from the chair, saluted the commander, then left the room with a grin.
"Yes, sir!" She said, closing the door behind her. In a few minutes, she was down at the launch bay of the Imperial Wrath and staring at the sleek demon that she had grown accompanied to: the Triikor Interceptor. It was a rather odd design, boasting two cannons, one mounted under the cockpit and the other mounted next to the fuselage. The pair of strange "wings" on the rear had folded up before her previous landing, but when extended, gave the Triikor a fearful look. Taking her mind off her ship, she turned her attention to the pilots and crew that were wandering about in the hangar. Let's do this.
"All right everyone!" Kashka hollered, her voice echoing. "Zeta and Upsilon squadrons, get over ASAP." She grinned and said, "We're movin' out!"