Talk:AIF/@comment-10905876-20140822231343/@comment-11181609-20140823022232

OOC: Wait. Nvm,

IC: 50 km east of the battle scene is a standard patrol group.



They pick up a sign of some blips to the west. Noticing that some are disappearing, the Commodore knows that a battle is happening.

Commodore: HOLY BEER CANS. EVERYONE, GENERAL QUARTERS. BATTLE STATIONS NOW.

The loading of guns, missiles and planes get ready. En route to the patrol, is a recon copter. They spotted the battle and inform the commodore.

Commodore: Lieutenant, put this in our logs. And standby the Transmission 3. We may need help for this.