The mess hall was exactly that: a mess. Miyoshi sat quietly in the middle of it all eating her food, inconspicuously eyeing the room around her. There were different people of different nationalities everywhere, all swirling around her like a grand military ballet with her as the ballerina at center stage. Except she was a fighter pilot; her dance moves came in the air at the controls of a mighty metal ballerina of the sky. She itched to get back up there and fly with her new squadron. Her new commander had briefly exchanged introductions with her in the hallway a few hours before, and seemed like a strong-willed leader. Miyoshi certainly couldn't wait to fly under the Israeli flight lead. The squadron, named "Excalibur", was comprised of many different nationalities and personalities - each undoubtedly at least as interesting as Miyoshi's own. These were all idle thoughts, though: as she finished up her last bites of her meal and moved to leave the mess hall, she only had getting in the cockpit on her mind.

As if on cue, the base's loud air raid sirens began to blast as soon as she reached the mess hall's exit, and she traded her walk for a run. Stopping on the way to grab and climb into her flight suit, she was soon running towards the line of Excalibur aircraft. Even in this hectic time, she had enough time as she ran to admire the row of sleeping aircraft waiting to be awakened.

The sleek Kfir with its striking yet subtle tigerstripe scheme, presumably belonging to the flight lead standing next to it, was a majestic sight. The faced Jaguar was certainly menacing. The gunmetal Fishbed was an aircraft Miyoshi was surprised to see despite its production numbers, but the modified example looked right at home with the rest of the aircraft, itching to attack its prey. The matte swept-wing Aardvark looked ready to destroy...well, just about anything, being an interdictor. The snow white Harrier looked right at home in the white-covered air base, the two roses providing a striking contrast with the rest of the surroundings. The poised Tigershark was an aircraft Miyoshi had not seen a lot of, and looked armed to the teeth, with its Tiger II counterpart complimenting it nicely. The unique Fencer, with its remarkable PLA camouflage scheme, was one of the most noticeable aircraft parked, and was an excellent compliment to the other swept-wing aircraft present. The Tomcat, as menacing and beautiful of an aircraft as ever, sat pretty and poised in its also striking IRIAF camouflage. The unique double delta-wing Draken with its multicolor paint scheme looked eager to take to the skies. Finally, the all white Foxbat looked outfitted for recon work and seemed to be a fitting compliment to Miyoshi's own combat-oriented Foxbat-E, which she soon arrived at.

Miyoshi had seen her flight lead and a couple other pilots next to the Kfir, but also noted several of the other pilots climbing into their aircraft and starting them up. Since that was what she had been instructed to do, she did the same. Climbing up to the canopy of her beloved "Deep Blue", she glanced back and smiled at the Japanese characters inscribed on the tailfan of her big bruiser before moving down into the cockpit seat and donning her helmet. She initiated the engine startup sequence and the huge D30-F6 turbafans roared to life as the glass cockpit controls lit up. "Alright [i]Massao[/i], let's make our squadron proud," she said to her aircraft in Japanese. Now all she could do was wait patiently for her flight lead and for the tower to give her takeoff clearance, and wonder where she would be placed in the formation.