"Holy hell, who's that idiot," I say to myself.
I watch my radar and see a plane heading south, IFF positive, but I can't tell what plane it is from the radar.
I also watch the hostile aircraft to the west. They are creeping closer to my position, but try are still at least 30 miles away. I contemplate my options.
"Blackwater, are there any airbases still in Cartelian hands?"
"Hmm, there might be two or three, let me see. We are still trying to decide where to send the transports. You can go anywhere you see fit, I'll find a place for you, give me another few minutes,"
I was content with the response. I also moved further east to evade Nerverak forces, putting another 40 miles between us.