???: Hey new guy, welcome to solitary. It's always solitary with Bandog. Flee from battle, solitary. Resupply, also solitary. Make a joke at a "bad time," solitary. I should probably back up a bit before mouthing off to much. But they need us more than they'll admit, so no-one's ever here for too long. Anyways, you're Trigger right? The guy that supposedly killed Harling?

Trigger: *nods*

???: Good job, still doesn't match up to stupidity that got me here. Callsign's Basilisk, former member of the 342nd experimental. Got sent here for using ah... "unethical" munitions on targets in an enemy city. I mean sure, there were non-combatants, but how was I supposed to know that leveling a couple blocks and using a bit of untested gas would kill civvies?

Basilisk: I guess it kinda makes sense, cause my side projects are just a cut down tungsten telephone pole and a type of missile that has a mix of cluster munitions, gas, high explosive and napalm, but still it was field testing...

Trigger: *Sitting there just being confused as fuck*

Basilisk: Any way, I'm basically just being held her for the time being until I get cleared to finish a little side project that I started in one of the hangars. Working on making myself a plane using extra bits and pieces, and Bandog found out about it when I was testing the engines, because that shit is loud.

???: Hey Basilisk, you're cleared to go.

Basilisk: *stands up and waves* Guess it's time to go, I'll see you in the skies Trigger.

Trigger: *Waves back*

-----<LOADING>-----

In the "Snake Pit"(the hangar Basilisk is using):

5 Hours later...

???: How it lookin'?

Basilisk: All systems green, thanks Queen.

Scrap Queen(Avril Mead): Good, now you just need to get a test clearned by Bandog.

Bandog: No need, I'm already here.

Basilisk & Scrap Queen: Sir

Bandog: Basilisk, as much as I hate to say it, we need you in the air. You're being sent with the rest of spare squadron to take out military targets in an isolated area...

Basilisk: *visibly excited*

Bandog: ... which means... you're cleared to use your new fighter, as well as your infamous Basilisk's fangs and Basilisk gaze.

Basilisk(excitedly): Yes sir!

-----<LOADING>-----

444th Runway:

Basilisk: Whoo baby, this is what I've been waitin' for!

Other planes in taxi:

???1: The hell is that?

???2: Don't know, must be some new experimental crap.

???3: Think it's the snake?

???2: Probably. Their kill count will still be lower than mine.

???3: Stuff it Count.

Count: Oh piss off...

https://youtu.be/N7qkQewyubs

A/N: Start about 14 seconds in

???1: What the hell is that music?

Back on the runway:

Control tower: <<Spare 13, cleared for take off>>

Basilisk(Spare 13): <<Copy that control... The snake is in the air>>

Bandog: <<Remember Spare 13, I've given you clearance to use your more questionable ordinance. Go give 'em hell.>>

Basilisk(Spare 13): <<Yes sir, hell shall be delivered>>