"D'Aramitz, no problems on your three...or starboard."

Alphonse huffed a little as his transmission went off as he tightened his bandages.  As usual, he was snapping his head left and right, and at the screen that allowed him to view his rear.

Most of the autopilot was torn off to make way for the refurbishments, so he had to make it a habit to always keep a hand on the stick when he wasn't fully paying attention to turbulence, winds, etc.  Granted, once he was at a relatively fast momentum, hurtling through the air with a craft as large as his wasn't too bad, given his momentum and mass.  The sheer size had to make him doubt every now and then.

Still, when he was half-awake, he contemplated on Roland's words.

At the very least, Alphonse knew the guy's issues.  Roland was far too accustomed to passive roles.  And though he might've [i]thought[/i] he got over it, he was still shoving the responsibilities onto his team.

[i]But you guys, you won't make the same mistakes we did, you will all be each others Aces, each other's protectors, I can see it in the way you all fight together.[/i]

At least he got a few names.

Donnie.

Ajay.

Phillip.

Li.

He wasn't particularly new to the flight scene, but perhaps he could emulate one or the other's tactics, or if he was lucky (considering he hadn't died yet for his crimes, unlike so many others, he felt like a million bucks), Alphonse could track down their legacy in one way or another.  Maybe their mechanics, or a witness to their maneuvers. The Sky Warriors used to be a forced to be reckoned with.

It wouldn't be too hard imagining ways to make them once again.  It all had to start, though, with finding out what kind of people were the first.