***As the whirling of engine fans died down, the eight pilots leaps out of their cockpit, helmet and flight board in their hands. The eight walked over from their hanger into a tram connecting further hangars and the main centre.*** Pixy: "Hey old friend, how's your PW MK.5?" Cipher: "Good as you being in the tinnitus chamber." Blaze: "Alright now, who the fuck was that pilot we encountered in Tianmen?" Hartenstein: "Mihaly had defected to us so it can't be him." Pickme: "I saw the tails painted grey and the fuselage blackened. What do you think {{user}}?"