AN: Thank Gwyn I finally managed to get this out, *wipes brow*.

Chapter 8 – Flight School

"Milady, I believe you yourself have flown a Dragon before, yes?" Asked Fluke.
"That's not how it works," Replied all three of them at once.
"When a Dragon flies with his or her rider the rider doesn't have full control over the flight. A Dragon and rider talk with each other during and a rider connects their conscious with the Dragon, with their permission, and they work together if the flight is taxing like if it's in a storm or in battle." Continued Pocket.
"Well, this system is similar," Replied Fluke. "There are pads in each cockpit that you shall each place your hands on. The pilots with their palms placed on their respective pads connect their minds – Like, as you said, a Rider and Dragon – and control the ship with their combined consciences. Do you remember that really old movie with the giant mechs and aliens?"
"Yes, Pacific Rim," Rage replied.
"Do you understand yet?" Fluke asked.
"Yes" All three said nigh on instantly.

"You see these belts? It's imperative that you secure these across your chest. Like so," Fluke was sat in the mid-most bubble talking through a headset linking Hollow, Rage and Pocket together and with him. He was showing them through the procedures." When you've done that the pilot in the middle turns this knob and –"
"Hehe. Knob," Rage chuckled to himself under the stares of everyone else. "What?" he asked.
"Anyway," Fluke said turning back to the console. "When you turn this knob the ship starts up," Deep from within the bowels of the golden beast came a noise of strangled, metallic coughing. Fluke repeated, "When you turn this knob the ship starts up!" The ship then made a noise of a crackling energy rising in power. The turrets set around the aeronautical vehicle glowed up in their three respective colours: red, blue and green. Pocket sidled closer to hollow in apprehensive fear. Hollow let out a little smile at that while Rage rolled his eyes. "Now, once you've done this you place your hands on the pad – I can't do this because a regular human would be killed instantly by the system because our brains can't hold the extra load, as with the film Pacific Rim, whereas three people with the brain capacity that immortality calls for; i.e Elves, Dragons, Immortal Humans and Gods can hold the load together. Now I ask all three of you to enter your respective cockpit," Rage smirked and Hollow facepalmed as Fluke dropped from the bubble he was sat in. "Hollow: the blue one, Rage: the red one and Milady you need to use the green one."
Hollow, Rage and Pocket entered the machine and touched the pads with their palms. Hollow heard light opera and… Rage's outro music?
Why do I hear the demon song?
Rage asked through the link.
At least it's not your outro music, Hollow retorted. He sensed Pocket mentally roll her eyes, through the link. "Alright, what do you want us to do?" Hollow jumped as he talked with not only his voice but with Rage's and Pocket's as well. "Ok. That is really creepy." He started again as he still spoke with all three mouths.
"Firstly, I just want you to lift yourselves into the air. Slowly," Fluke said. The three did so. Perfectly.
"Now I want you to turn yourselves toward me," he continued. Again the activity was completed without fail. "And this time I want you to face the bay doors" Hollow was about to ask where that was about to ask where but Fluke made a swift motion with his arms. The midday light flooded the large, grey room as two giant doors slid back into the wall. Hollow stopped himself and gently, with Rage and Pocket, turned the craft to the sunlight. "Now I want you to fire shots from the middle turrets into the sky," a green beam of light erupted from the green cannon set in the middle of the craft as Pocket fired a burst of rounds into the pale blue atmosphere. "Now Rage and Hollow I want you both to fire your cannons at the same time."

As the objectives were completed one by one Fluke finally was pleased with the results. "What we're going to do is see how well this fares in battle. We've heard confirmations that the darkwraiths have come up with their own system of flight. They are using centrifugal force to create lift so they are using a motor to rotate blades. "Fluke paused to find a way to form his next words. "They will be slow because to move forward the machine requires tilting and can be complex at times. Their system is more advanced than ours and so doesn't require immense power to control which means there will be many more aircraft. If you see any along the way I want you to destroy them. Your mission is simple there's a base on the edge of our territory in charge of manufacturing these machines and training new pilots. I want you to destroy the base. Try not to think of the age of the trainees. This is a war that requires cunning and ruthlessness and you cannot show weakness. I will send directions to you along the way. Peace and have fun. Fluke out."

And so the connection ended and the three flew off into the distance with uncanny speed to find the compound.