User blog comment:USS Enterprise CVN-65/The New (And Improved) Official Roleplay Room/@comment-13740085-20160101001250/@comment-13740085-20160102052428

Onboard the USS Basilisk, CLAC-01, Captain JG Willian Morehouse, commander of Basilisks light attack craft, sat in his cockpit, bringing his Ghosts systems online. Through his helmets visor, strobing lights lit up Hangar Bay 1, and flight ops spoke through his headset.

Flight Ops: "Incoming. Incoming. Enemy fighters are inbound. LAC Fighters scramble. Defensive formation Delta-2"

With that, the hangar doors opened, revealing the vastness of space. Sparks of light, distant explosions, shone here and there. His path clear, Morehouse punched the ignition button, lighting his Ghosts twin Pratt & Whitney extra-atmospheric engines. The fighter shuddered as the cradle that held it retracted, and almost simultaneously, the 150 fighters of USS Basilisks 1st Fighter Wing launch from the six upper hangars. The other wings launch from their carriers as well, 150 strong each. All of them together fly towards the incoming TIEs.

William Morehouse: "All fighters, this is Gold 1, we're not fighting the Sith in the sims anymore, this is the real deal. Remember why you're here, remember why we fight: for the true United States, which we will restore; for our families back home, who we will return to when we succeed; and all of humanity, and our right to live."

He didn't know if he further motivated the fighters, but at least he felt pumped up after speaking. And moments later, the Ghosts met the TIE fighters.

Morehouse locked onto one and got on its tail, his wingman keeping up, leading his target, he pulled the trigger on his fighters four nose-mounted, and two wingtip-mounted hyper-velocity rail guns. Six streams of white light struck the TIE, breaking off one of its wings and sending it tumbling out of control into deep space. He locked on another, then another, all the while keeping an eye one his wings loss count, grimacing each time it grew.