A Ranger's Journey (PGR x Male Reader)

A Flicker of Hope

'Thinking'

"Speaking"

"[Intercomms/Radio Transmission]"

*noises*

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Space Fighter "Fenrir"
Watanabe - Forsaken
Ayla - World Government Association of Art (WGAA)
0947 Hours

While the Gray Ravens engaged in a series of skirmishes across the International Space Station, Watanabe and Ayla are closing into the engagement zone using a space fighter, and unfortunately for the two, they have to share the cockpit that is meant for a single pilot only, forcing the Forsaken leader to let Ayla sit on his lap.

"It's very cramped here." Ayla complained.

"Tell me something I don't know." Watanabe replied nonchalantly. "This fighter isn't exactly designed for two people. You could've just boarded a transport craft, yet here you are. Your weapon also makes our situation worse."

"It's faster this way." Ayla said.

"Ugh..." Watanabe just sighed in defeat.

"You look good in that frame."

"..."

"You're the type who doesn't like compliments, are you?"

Watanabe pressed something on his control screen. "You could say that."

"You know, I remember your status. You're wanted by Babylonia." Ayla suddenly brought up. "And you dare come to negotiate... you've got guts, I'll give you that. With your recent encounter with the Gray Ravens, I'm surprised High Command haven't ordered the Headhunters to eliminate you."

"They could try. Like I said with the Gray Ravens before, Babylonia owes us too much. They left soldiers and civilians behind. Only us took them in." Watanabe shot back. "And besides, I'm also doing my part. I'm gonna help Gray Raven on this mission. This is my payback for their help saving my troops."

"I see. Well, I just happened to be interested in their Commandant, and with his skillset, I believe he could help WGAA - and me - find her." Ayla added.

"..." Watanabe said nothing.

All while the two were bantering, Watanabe effortlessly maneuvers around the Corrupted drones, shooting them with ease. He then contacts the pilots of Forsaken's air force, and within minutes, most of the drones flying within the perimeter around the International Space Station were cleaned up by the Forsaken pilots with superb coordination and efficiency. Once done, Watanabe and other escorting fighters accelerate, getting within the range of the station's CIWS.

"[LOCK ON WARNING: MISSILES INCOMING. AMOUNT: 16. CHAFF, FLARE, CHAFF, FLARE.]" The onboard AI warned Watanabe of the incoming missiles.

Watanabe activates countermeasures as he rolls his space fighter before diving down. The missiles went after the chaff and flares, leaving both him and Ayla unharmed. Another wave came in. This time, he climbed up and used the fighter's maneuverability to its fullest, avoiding the danger.

"My turn." He spins his fighter around to destroy the defense systems. He got a lock, but before he could fire, he lost their radar signature.