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They’d trucked in one of the Valkyrie’s speaker pods and hooked her up. It wasn’t quite home, but it would have to do. She stepped onto a high ledge in a nice central location in the city, and had to admit, her “hack a plantsuit into a bandeau and leggings” outfit wasn’t the worst she’d ever performed in. No one could deny that the stuff clung nicely.
She hummed into the microphone, out of habit rather than nervousness. She already knew what to say, since most of it could have come word for word from The Galactic Fairy Defends Her Homeland. “People of Stacy,” she called, a hand on her hip, “do you want to help protect your friends and loved ones? Do you want to sign up to make a difference? Do you want to push back against the Ohm?” She flashed a confident, daring smile, then pitched herself off the ledge into open air.
Michael caught her a breath above the ground. He was in full EX-Gear, the metallic exoskeleton and extended wings VF-25 pilots wore to connect to their machines. He leveled off, then helped her to her feet. She gave him an exaggerated wink, then watched him tear off into the sky, corkscrewing away with practiced ease. She pulled her eyes away from his stunt flying, then beamed back at the passers-by.
“Ladies and gentlemen of Stacy, you’re in luck, because Skull Squadron is on the prowl for all kinds of staff! So what do you say? Ready to reach for the stars and save the world?”
She hummed into the microphone, out of habit rather than nervousness. She already knew what to say, since most of it could have come word for word from The Galactic Fairy Defends Her Homeland. “People of Stacy,” she called, a hand on her hip, “do you want to help protect your friends and loved ones? Do you want to sign up to make a difference? Do you want to push back against the Ohm?” She flashed a confident, daring smile, then pitched herself off the ledge into open air.
Michael caught her a breath above the ground. He was in full EX-Gear, the metallic exoskeleton and extended wings VF-25 pilots wore to connect to their machines. He leveled off, then helped her to her feet. She gave him an exaggerated wink, then watched him tear off into the sky, corkscrewing away with practiced ease. She pulled her eyes away from his stunt flying, then beamed back at the passers-by.
“Ladies and gentlemen of Stacy, you’re in luck, because Skull Squadron is on the prowl for all kinds of staff! So what do you say? Ready to reach for the stars and save the world?”