To: Fighter Squadron Gamma
From: Fighter Squadron Epsilon
Now is not the time for long dead questions about who is the better pilot my old friend, as it so happens we also don’t have any idea what you mean by this so called 'Operation Ball of Yarn' and had nothing whatsoever to do with it.
It is wonderful to know that you are alive and well. We should join our forces, Free Nalese need to stick together on this Circle forsaken planet.
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Colonel Simfasa leaned back in his chair with a chuckle, the old joke between Sarafina and himself still displayed on the screen. They had been piloting together for more than two hundred years, and she had always been the better flyer, though Simfasa was the better ace. There was what could only have been a smile, on his furry face as he thought lovingly of Sarafina and waited anxiously for her to reply.
They had only been cubs when they were taken from Nala, though humans would call his years two and fifty and her eight and forty. Yet they were but cubs untrained, young, and afraid far from their homes and family. Soon they bonded closer than siblings, spending every waking moment of free time in each other’s company…
A beep on the console brought Simfasa out of his memory and he looked down to see another incoming reply.
To: Fighter Squadron Epsilon
From: US Missile Command
Who is this? How did you get this number?
The mirth Simfasa had enjoyed from the jokes in Sarafina’s message was wiped away as Simfasa read the message from US Missile Command.
“It seems” Simfasa said to himself “that these humans are far more paranoid than we would have wished” and he began drafting a response attempting to ease the minds of the clearly psychotic humans as US Missile Command.
Simfasa paused for a moment wondering how much he should tell this human, before deciding on the truth.
To: US Missile Command
From: Fighter Squadron Epsilon
Do you read, US Missile Command? This is Fighter Squadron Epsilon we are responding to your distress call do you need assistance. We have supplies and plenty of food. I repeat this is Fighter Squadron Epsilon responding to YOUR distress call can anyone read me?
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Simfasa sent the message before listening once again to the incoming message from US Missile Command, the Major’s voice sounded panicky, Simfasa could hear the fear in his voice and the first tendrils of madness creeping from his subconscious to drag him screaming into the depths. Simfasa only hoped that he could help this poor human in time.