[b]Jack Thor-OSDT [i]Jannah[/i][/b]

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8IrctGu3irw]The whoop of the alarm, the call to arms.[/url]

The group scattered, each person heading to suit up or climb into their respective HFVs. Jack was no exception. He downed the rest of his coffee in a single gulp and took off to one of the nearby locker rooms. Large lungs such as those housed in his equally large chest made for an impressive voice. A voice that the pilot now made use of.

"Make a hole!"

The age old words reverberated along the metal walls of the ship. From the time when a navy meant boats sailing upon the ocean it meant that somebody needed to get someplace in a hurry and that everybody needed to [i]get out of the way.[/i]

The locker rooms were almost directly next to the HFV bay for situations just like this. The doors slid open at his approach and closed behind him. There was about thirty seconds of silence in the hallway before Jack came tearing his way out at full tilt, now in his pilot suit and minus his oversized mug.

The rest of Paper Tiger were already in their mechs or getting into them now and Jack had no intention of falling behind. The Scandinavian pilot's job was keeping his teammates alive and in the fight. A duty he had no intention of failing. With a nod in response to his head mechanic's thumbs up Jack vaulted up the first few stars of the wheeled set next to his HFV. He positively flew up the rest of the way.

Settling into the cockpit of The Ball, Jack took a moment to calm himself as the machine started up and the hatch sealed. A deep breath cleared his mind. His teammates needed him to be able to think out there on the battlefield. A panicked medic was a useless medic.

Reaching into his breast pocket the large man retrieved something odd. A physical photograph. In it Jack stood with a giant smile on his face, a young boy who could not be older than ten years old sat upon his shoulders with an equally wide grin. A woman in her late thirties stood nearby watching the pair. A laugh making her face glow.

With a fond smile Jack set the picture in a small clamp set in the wall beside the main screen.

A hum filled the cockpit as the vehicle finished powering up. A faint vibration following it as a crane lifted The Ball over to the launch catapults. It's distinct lack of legs meant that it could only move using the maneuvering jets. In space that was fine, in the bay not so much.

"Transferring timing controls to The Ball. Everything is green and good to go. Nobody dies on my watch!"

A light burned in the "Old Man's" eyes as he focused his gaze on the screen in front of him. His hands flexed momentarily on the controls and adrenaline surged through his veins.

"Launching!"

He yelled his defiance at the cold uncaring void and those who hunted the innocent within it as the G forces pushed him back into his seat. Jack Thor shot into that same uncaring black void with one sentence on his lips. 

"Nobody dies today!"