Thetean High Command

Wait a minute, I might have something.

Just one more event then regents 

People I need suggestions for Argo's End, Gleaves is getting harassed by Ark Royal (not assaulted) but I think I've written myself into a corner

Unveiled at the 2018 North American Aerospace Defense Expo in the Javits Center, NYC, the SFN28 is a 5th Generation stealth BVR missile carrier. Slower and less maneuverable than it’s predecessor, the SFN26, it excels at it’s job of shooting down targets from over 50 miles away. That’s farther than Rhode Island is long, north to south! 
          
          Carrying 12 AIM-120J air-to-air missiles, with up to an extra 16 AIM-120s or AIM-9s, or 32 SPEAR air-to-surface missiles in 4 concealed missile carriers (think 8AAMs from Ace Combat 7, but not infinite), the SFN28 is in no way whatsoever a dogfighting aircraft, and therefore has no guns. Weighing in at 42,000 pounds weapons and fuel empty, 47,000 weapons loaded with 5 minutes of fuel, 50,000 fully loaded with fuel and internal bay loaded, and 58,100 loaded with 12 AIM-120Js and 32 Spear 2s. 
          
          With two Pratt & Whitney F100-PW-150 turbofans creating up to 30,000 pounds of thrust each, the SFN28 is running a thrust-to-weight of 1.42 empty, and 1.03 fully loaded, letting it pull off post-stall maneuvers. Because of this, a modified version of the SFN28 with it’s wings clipped is used by the Thetean Navy for airshows. 
          
          This plane is 72 feet long, has a wingspan of 37 feet, and is 7 feet tall. The wing shape is (like it’s predecessor) a cropped delta. There are 2 rudders, and the intake is round along the bottom of the fuselage, sectioned in 3 places, before filtering into just 2.

"Today's my birthday, a victory would sure be nice!"

I DONT BLAME GENDO HONESTLY I WOULD HAVE DONE THE SAME IF MY WIFE WAS THAT HOT

I'M NOT GONNA SILENT QUIT AND FADE TO IRRELEVANCE I SWEAR

"I said an'on and an on n'on on n' on, the beat don't stop u'til the break o dawn. An M-A-S, a T-E-R, G-E double E. I go by the unforgettable name if the man they call the Master G-"
          
          "So what, you're into rap?"
          
          "D- uh, um, hey Corwith!"
          Jamaica scrambled to turn off his phone, which didn't make the music stop. 
          
          "It's a bit early to be up, isn't it?"
          
          "Um..."
          He couldn't see Corwith's face from his bed. The lights in the hall were a bit much. He understood it was a plane, but wouldn't that harm visibility at night? No wonder they fly in the dark. 
          
          "It's fine, I jam to Sugarhill too. Ever heard 8th Wonder?"
          
          "Yeah I have, a- and the Sugarhill Records!"
          
          "Yep. Those 3 did a lot for rap. What about Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five?"
          
          "I only really listened to The Message."
          
          "Run-DMC?"
          
          "Oh yeah, I love It's Tricky! This beat is my recital. I think it's very vital, to rock- around- just right on time- It's Tricky is the title, here we go!"
          
          Corwith chuckled and took a seat on the bed next to him.
          "Calm down, you'll wake everyone else."
          
          In this hour, he could forget that soon, he'd have to fight monsters that could end the world.

As the 5th Angel devastated Tokyo III, a group of friends watched it across the globe, one watching intently. 
          
          “So that’s what I’m gonna have to fight…” 
          
          “You’re leaving in just days! W- we can’t… what’s the next one gonna be!?”
          
          “The hell do you think I know!” 
          
          “Well… I guess you’re right…”
          
          “Do you even know what robot you’re piloting?”
          
          “You should really dedicate a kill to us, f’real, f’real.”
          
          “Jeez guys. If anything I’m dedicating a kill to like, my first grade class and my crush and that’s it, oh, and my dad.”
          
          “Oh come on, please please please pleaaaase!”
          
          “Hell naw not for you lil bro.”
          
          “Who you calling lil bro? Ima touch you bro.” 
          
          “Bet.”
          
          “AYOOOO! WHAAAAT!” 
          
          “What? I didn’t say anything.”

“Hey, um, Commander, you might wanna take a look at this.”
          
          “Hm?”
          
          Longsword shows him a screen with of a lot of numbers. 
          And dollar signs. 
          
          “Who’s making these purchases?”
          
          “Err… I’m unsure but we can track the packages.”
          
          The commander’s eyes scanned up and down the screen
          “Intel Core I9-12900kf, AMD Ryzen 9/7950X, 4 more Intel Cores… Asus Z970 what?”
          
          “I’m about as confused as you are sir.”
          
          “Aren’t these computer parts?”
          
          “Correct. I’d assume they’re building a gaming pc, but I don’t see any graphics card or power source here.”
          
          “Akashi must be supplying them… damn greedy cat bastard.”