OOC: The following two passages occur three days before the Dysanii flotilla is detected/OOC
In the Mor'osi capital, Hanna had layed out all of her own personal combat gear on the floor of the more permanent chambers she had moved to once her and Osmar's intention to marry had been announced a few weeks ago. Some hours before, at the evening meal, she had sat beside an officer of the Women's voulonteer corps that had asked her to take part in a propaganda campaign. With the situation as it was, she had naturally accepted, and here she was, thinking about what would be best to use. If she could find that Ozian buisness representative, he might be able to know how to get enough hydrogen peroxide to refuel her suit, at least enough for a propaganda photo/film shoot. Still, at the moment, it was out of fuel and just a near-immobile exoskeleton and a helmet with a pile of armor elements carved out of carnifex carapace beside it. Her chainsword did work though, and so did her other, less exotic, equipment. But why did she sit here thinking about what to choose, the propaganda makers probably already had everything they wanted her to use and act with anyway. In the end, she decided to only bring her chainsword and packed the rest back into the crate it had been brought to Taijitu in before slipping into bed beside her Osmar.
Late the following afternoon, she watched the unedited material together with the editor and the twenty or so volounteers that also participated. In the editor's view, most of it was ok though some parts was better and others was worse. Hanna felt a bit awkward, knowing how far this was to the real face of combat though she had to admit that some of the pictures and the film was more than inspiring in it's patriotism. Soon, the posters would appear in public places all over the empire and the film would be shown in every single town hall, theater and on every TV station several times over.
OOC: From here on transpires simultaneously as the Dysanii fleet is launching defencive fighters. /OOC
The second wave, the golden dragons, was approaching their target zone. Their planes was fitted mainly with long and medium range air-to air missiles, but most of them also had two Kazoo anti-ship missiles and a pair of guided 1000kg bombs. With a little luck, the radar absorbent coating on their planes combined with the low approach would keep the Dysanii from spotting them too soon and deny the dragons' adversaries the advantage of the initiative, the Mor'osi Staii was almost literally skimming the waves until they were only 50 km from the hostile fleet.
Pulling up hard at full throttle with afterburners, the 30 planes climbed almost as fast as some rockets up to 60'000ft before leveling out and starting their approach. On their radars, the Dysanii ships was presented as individual echos rather than the one huge blob seen by the extreme-range radar on Wa. They also saw the Dysanii carriers and how they launched plane after plane, still, not much more than a dozen Dysanii planes had had time to launch since the first wave of Staii struck, the evidence in the shape of several sinking or burning transport ships present below.
