The hours prior to the arrival of the Chimera on the scene of the stricken cruise liner were a blur of coordinated chaos across the flight deck. Mechanics and flight deck crew prepped and moved fighters and transports into position and preforming check after check after check. An hour before their arrival, the Aviators arrived for the mission briefing and then made their way down to the flight deck to do their own checks and prepare for their role in assisting those in need.

Above it all, Krin ‘Hannibal’ Lardel, the Zakdorn CO of the Black Sheep Fighter Group watched and coordinated with a meticulous eye to detail. As the ship prepared to drop out of warp, he climbed into the coffin-like cockpit of his own Templar fighter and opened the comms. =/\= All squadrons report in. =/\= and he listened for the responses to come back.

After everyone had checked in, he sent a signal to the Chimera Command Center indicating they were ready for launch on the Captain’s command. He didn’t wait very long.

=^=Andreassen to Lardel, get some rescue ships in the air, the Empress is requesting evacuations. If you require support from the starfleet personnel who have pilot qualifications, let me know.=^= Lardel smiled but kept the chuckle from his voice. =/\= Birds on deck. Commencing operations now. =/\= came the CAG’s immediate reply. He switched to the inter-squadron comms and said =/\= Green light. All squadrons deploy on my mark. Three… two… one… mark. =/\= and his fighter shot out of the Chimera’s hanger at the forefront of the rescue operation.

Hannibal, CAG