“You pick it with all of us,” I finished, grinning as Brade veered away from the freedom she’d been seeking. Ships stormed after her.
“Skyward Flight,” I said, “roll call and confirmation.”
“Skyward One,” said Arturo. “Callsign: Amphisbaena. And no, I’m never going to shorten it. I’m here, Spin.”
“Skyward Two,” said FM, voice firm and seemingly cold, yet I’d heard music from her cockpit just before she cut it off. “Temporary assignment to active flight duty. Callsign: FM. I’m here.”
“Skyward Three,” said Nedd’s affable, relaxed voice. “Callsign: Nedder. We’re here.”
“Nedd?” I asked, amazed. “You’re flying?”
“Well, I’m the copilot,” he said.
“Hello!” a kitsen voice said over the line. “I’m Hana! Nedder needed someone to fly.”
“All part of my plan,” he said. “I can take naps during battles now. Anyway, we’re here for you, Spin.”
Brade dodged right as shots chased her, her motions increasingly frantic.
“Skyward Four,” Alanik said in her own language. “Callsign: Angel. I’m here.”
Brade broke left, but more fire came from that direction, scoring her shield, lighting it up.
“Skyward Five,” Sadie said. I’d have to stop thinking of her as the new girl; she’d now been in the flight longer than I had when I’d left for Starsight. “Callsign: Sentry. Um, I’m here!”
“Skyward Six,” T-Stall said. “Callsign: T-Stall. Here.”
“Skyward Seven,” Catnip called. “Callsign: Catnip. I’m here. I can’t believe I’m still mixed up with you lot.”
“Skyward Eight,” Kauri said, “and all thirty of us are here for you. Did…the Masked Exile arrive?”
“He is here,” Hesho said from his controls. “And is grateful for your concern, and your leadership.”
“Skyward Nine,” Shiver said. “They say we need callsigns. I’m thinking Stalwart. We’re here.”
Dllllizzzz flashed her comm light, to indicate her presence as well.
“And I’m here too!” M-Bot said. “Hello, everyone! I’ve been resurrected. But I’m not starting a religion. I’ve decided they’re too much work.”
“Skyward Eleven,” Kimmalyn said, moving her ship in next to mine. “Callsign: Quirk. I’m here.”
I watched Brade’s shield go down to a web of destructor blasts, and I sent a message telling the others to hold their fire.
“Skyward Zero,” a voice said in my ear. Jorgen’s wonderful voice. “Always with you, Spensa. Even when I can’t be there in person. I told them that this time you hadn’t run off. I knew you’d been kidnapped.”
“Thank you,” I said to him. “For believing in me.”
Brade slowed her ship, realizing she was surrounded. Outgunned. I could see her turn her fighter toward me, could almost make out her expression as she considered.
Then she bolted, trying to escape.
I vaporized her cockpit with a single shot.
“Skyward Twelve,” I whispered. “Callsign: Spin. Confirmed.”
