Chapter 288 05.0287: "Eagle of the Void"

"This is 'Skyhawk 1', nearby ships received, please respond..."

A female pilot wearing a void flight suit and a flight jacket slumped weakly in the cockpit. A thin layer of frost had formed on her wavy hair. Her lips and teeth were trembling, her lips were purple, and her face was pale.

The exhaled air instantly turned into ice crystals.

The pager in front of me kept sending out distress signals.

After the previous air battle, the remaining energy in the aircraft was almost gone after five days of supporting the life-support equipment.

The signal transmitter was underpowered, which made the distress signal from the plane so weak.

Behind her, the navigator's body was covered with frost and he was motionless.

"This is 'Skyhawk 1', nearby ships received, please respond..."

The recorded voice message for help played in a loop.

The pilot's head drooped lower and lower. The numbness and weakness had already spread throughout his body. His head was dizzy and his eyes were almost unable to open.

Just as the only ray of vision was about to turn into deep black, a huge ship passed in front of the floating fighter.

"Calling the Furious Crew 'Skyhawk 1', this is the Gothic Fleet 'Indefatigable', please reply." A young man's voice came from the communication device.

He sounded young and was the type she loved to tease in the flight academy.

When I was on the verge of freezing to death, this idea suddenly popped up in my chaotic mind.

"'Skyhawk One' received..." The pilot tried hard to raise his stiff arms and pressed the intercom.

"We are sending a tender to assist you. Hang on."

"'Skyhawk One'... received."

The pilot managed to reply, then lowered his head in relaxation, with his long wavy brown hair falling in front of him, as if his body was no longer his own.

Soon, the ships of the Gothic Evolution Squadron dispatched almost all of their tenders, towing all the intact Fury fighters still floating in the void into the shuttle ramp of the Indefatigable.
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"It's good to still see you and your ship, little lieutenant."

The female pilot wrapped in a blanket chuckled tiredly, as if they had met by chance in a coffee shop in Shangchao, rather than having escaped and been rescued after a brutal air battle.

She was wiping her long, wavy hair, which had been tangled by frost, with a dry cloth.

Horatio noticed that her skin color was a dark wheat color, almost bronze, but to him it looked like chocolate parfait, which was what the illustration circle in her previous life often called "dark skin".

Like the West Asian race, perhaps their distant ancestors had Arab or Iranian ancestry.

Her facial features are generous and beautiful, her eyelashes are long and thick, and her lips are full, which, combined with her skin tone, gives her a unique exotic beauty.

"I'm a lieutenant in the navy," Horatio corrected as he approached her.

"I know, but you look too young." The woman said, staring at Horatio with her clear brown eyes and smiling, which made him feel like he was looking at a lake at night.

"Excuse me, Captain." Horatio handed a cup of hot coffee to the rescued woman in front of him.

Although they both belong to the Imperial Navy, the ranks of the Imperial Navy and the Imperial Naval Aviation are dual-track systems.

Their highest rank is Wing-Commander, who is responsible for managing all pilots on a ship.

Regardless of their military rank, they must obey the command of the naval officers of the superior department and salute when they see the officers in charge of the aviation department.

Horatio felt that these naval aviation pilots were a bit like "Hell Divers".

The core point is that "naval officers come and go, but naval officers remain forever."

Judging from the death rate that is almost at the level of Astra Militarum soldiers, this so-called officer treatment is, in a sense, more like the "last meal before execution".

"Anya Farsha, from Taran, a distant desert world." The woman put down the towel in her hand.

[Tallarn? The homeworld of the famous Tallarn Desert Raiders of the Astra Militarum? No wonder she looks so exotic.]
"So, what happened to you? Why are there so many intact planes floating in the void?"

Coincidentally, at this moment, Farida and Louise also arrived, followed by Lieutenant Sterling and Captain Peru.

"We arrived here five days ago with a battleship transport. As soon as we arrived, we engaged the Chaos raiding fleet."

The female pilot took a sip of hot coffee and continued:
"Our squadron was originally ordered to join the Gothic Fleet, but because of the enemy attack, we had to take off to fight. When the two sides were fighting fiercely, the battlefield was suddenly attacked by green-skinned pirates. These aliens attacked both sides indiscriminately, and the Chaos Fleet collapsed and evacuated first.

Then the green-skinned pirates rushed directly towards the fleet. Their firepower was very fierce, and their fighting methods were crazy and reckless. I once saw a pile of scrap metal that looked at least the size of a cruiser - please forgive me for describing it this way, this is the most appropriate statement I can think of - it rammed into the frigate without hesitation.

The ship instantly turned into dust in the void."

"God-Emperor, have the alien pirates in this star region become so rampant?" Farida frowned and murmured, looking unbelievable.

"Ms. Hood, these alien pirates are different from the pirates of the human empire."

Captain Peru's face was solemn: "If we treat them as ordinary human pirates, then a strike fleet will not be enough to fill their teeth.

Their power is so huge that although they are called pirates, they are actually a systematic pirate group and gang.

Just think of them as organized Chaos raiding fleets.

Please continue, Captain Farsha."

"Then, without any notice, our mother ship abandoned us and ran away."

The female pilot held the mug, lowered her head, and spoke in a low voice.

“Those aliens seemed to be very interested in our plane. They chased after it relentlessly and wanted to take away even the wreckage.

We fought hard to get rid of the greenskins, but we were almost out of fuel and electricity."

"God, this is a tragedy. Mr. Horatio, how many planes have been recovered and how many survivors are there?"

"Of the fighter planes of an interceptor wing, only one group is left that can be deployed immediately. Another eight need repair, and the others are completely damaged and not worth repairing. Half of the pilots have frostbite and are in poor condition.

Captain, we don't have any professional equipment for the aviation bridge yet, those are on the transport ship."

"This is terrible. If we want to get reinforcements, I'm afraid we can only wait for Karl Dunyash's follow-up support fleet to arrive."

"Thank you, Lieutenant." As Horatio was about to turn back to his post on the bridge, the female pilot thanked him in a heavy and serious tone.
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The route department planned a possible interception route towards the coordinates where the logistics support fleet last lost contact.

After 2 hours.

"Captain, distress signal received! Coming from the direction of 273 degrees from our ship." Horatio felt the pursued person's urgent desire to survive from the chaotic distress call that completely disregarded communication discipline.

"Play."

"Call the fleet! Call the fleet! The green-skinned aliens are chasing us!"

"Asking for support! Requesting support!"

"They hit us. The ship is on fire! The ship is on fire!"

"Discipline! Maintain communication discipline! All ships send out flag signals!" Faced with a communication channel that was so chaotic that it was completely inaudible, Horatio, the flagship communications officer, shouted.

Soon, each ship sent out flag signals, which were recorded by the lookout officers and sent to the communications department.

"Captain, the logistics support fleet only has one escort aircraft carrier, two frigates, and several transport ships left, and the green pirates are chasing them!" After scanning the flag signals that expressed their meanings more clearly, Horatio quickly summarized the key points.

"The 25th Fleet is on combat duty! Lieutenant Horatio, have all ships form a standard battle formation!"

"Yes."

Many times, the captain only needs to authorize what to do, and the rest of the details can be implemented by the commissioned officers.

"Battle alert! Battle alert! All personnel, take your battle positions! All personnel, take your battle positions!"

The officers and crew who were resting jumped out of their bunks almost instantly after hearing the shrill alarm.

Everyone was busy but not chaotic as they passed through the numerous corridors on the ship and rushed to their respective posts. There was no other sound on the entire ship except the shrill warning sounds of the alarm, the deep shouts of the officers, and the intensive and hurried sounds of running.

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