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--- wiki:foxfire_requiem_1 [2025/06/13 03:47] – iaart
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 Okita \\
 {{:wiki:tenzan.png?nolink&21|}} [[tenzan|State of Tenzan]] \\
-December 7, 0123 R.C.
+December 7, 0123 R.C. \\
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-{{ :wiki:ico_erich.png?nolink&100 |}} {{ :wiki:ico_itsuki.png?nolink&100 |}} \\
+{{ :wiki:ico_erich.png?nolink&200 |}} {{ :wiki:ico_itsuki.png?nolink&200 |}} \\
 //1Lt. Erich Wolff and Cpt. Itsuki “Whiplash” Ari.//
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 Erich looked down at his throttle, and rested his hand on it. He’d practiced this hundreds of times, in simulations, and on test planes.
-//“Not second-guessing yourself, are you?”// Erich could hear a voice echo in his mind. Itsuki, communicating to him through the plane’s neural link.
+//“Not second-guessing yourself, are you?”// Erich could hear a familiar voice echoing in his mind: Itsuki, communicating to him through the plane’s neural link.
 He shook his head. //“No, ma’am.”//
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 “Ghost, on our three. Take him out!”
-Another Flask emerged from the swirling mist, the distinctive profile of its design visible through the canopy. It began to climb, and its cannons flashed. Tracer fire lanced out, striking the side of the mountain below, and a plume of smoke and dust billowed in its wake. A missile launched from its undercarriage. Erich knew that the pilot wouldn’t be able to keep that up for long. But the missile was a different story. It could reach them, and the pilot seemed intent on killing his target. It was a simple game of chicken, and it was clear that the Union States fighter was winning. Erich could see that Ghost was trying to pull away, but the enemy had the advantage of altitude and speed, and the missile was closing fast.
+Another Flask emerged from the swirling mist, the distinctive profile of its design visible through the canopy. It began to climb, and its cannons flashed. Tracer fire lanced out, striking the side of the mountain below, and a plume of smoke and dust billowed in its wake. A missile launched from its undercarriage. Erich knew that the pilot wouldn’t be able to keep that up for long. But the missile was a different story. It could reach them, and the pilot seemed intent on killing his target. It was a simple game of chicken, and it was clear that the Asterian fighter was winning. Erich could see that Ghost was trying to pull away, but the enemy had the advantage of altitude and speed, and the missile was closing fast.
 “Whiplash, nail him!”
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 //“Let’s do this,”// Itsuki ordered. She leaned over her console, her eyes narrowed. //“Get him in range, and then give him a full burst of 25mm. Just like the sims.”//
-“Roger,” replied Erich. He wasn’t about to let this Union State bastard have a chance to line up a shot on his comrades. Diving, he pushed the throttle forward, and his F-119 screamed through the air, the engine roaring to life. He could hear the wind whistling past his ears, the noise of the turbines drowning out all else.
+“Roger,” replied Erich. He wasn’t about to let this Union State bastard have a chance to line up a shot on his comrades. Diving, he pushed the throttle forward, and his F-119 screamed through the air, twin engines hitting a roaring crescendo. He could hear the wind whistling past his ears, the noise of the turbines drowning out all else.
 //“Almost in position. Ready to fire... now!”//