Plugged into her car, Lafiel had been perfectly at home on this delivery. She'd missed the feeling of synchronizing, of bringing together of Abh and machine. It wasn't her Basroil but it was close enough and she hummed happily as she made her deliveries.

Then the message had gone out on the comms and she veered back towards the portal, face set, feeling the familiar rush before battle.

"This is Lafiel. I'm coming through the portal. I'll circle their line to split them." And she did just that as she came through the portal.

Flying through that inferno of anti-aircraft lasers would have been impossible for a human pilot. Lafiel, however, was getting to show off exactly what the Abh were created for, weaving between beams that singed the arctic night and infused it with a stink of ozone.