Captain Carson nodded. She activated her radio. "Lockie, Fairchild, Rainbow, Martin and Bigmouth, Report to the vehicle bay!"
She then turned to Stripetail. "The four living planes have been dispatched. Mr. Bigmouth will be piloting the repulsorsled.
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At the alert, the living planes got to work ordering ordnance. As they were being armed, they chatted amongst themselves.
"This better not be another attack," Lt. Martin grumbled as a Sidewinder missile was clipped onto one of her hardpoints.
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Mr. Bigmouth received the transmission as he was chatting with some of the Spirarian science bay workers at Winterville Tavern. "Excuse me," he said, donning his messenger bag. He then exited the tavern and summoned an electric taxi to take him to the armory.