Zak watched the spacefront before him, hearing Mikey's rallying call. "This is all we're up against? Heh. I'll gut their ships like I gut my fish." He smirked with arrogance and let out a short roar, sounding just like his mix would dictate.
His father heard this, as he was connected straight to Frostbite's communication systems. "Don't let your strengths get ahead of you, son. Remember, they have their own elite pilot squadron you must deal with." He let his arms down and opened communications with another squad. "Flare," a female Charizard, along similar features to the Admiral; black scales with a blue flame, but instead of his blue-grey belly, hers was a deep red.
"Yes, little brother?" She joked harmlessly. "My squad is set not too far from Frostbite, as per your request."
"Thank you, little sister," Nick chose it to be an opportune time to play along with her joke. "Nick, out." He closed communications after she offered a salute, moving next to speak with the railgun operators. As he pulled up the screen, a Garchomp with a gruff face and black marking on his snout was the first to answer. "Jet, is the railgun primed?"
Jet adjusted himself in his seat, then cricked his neck; "Damn right it's primed. Any capital ship with enough gusto to try and attack us is cannon fodder; I'm a bit trigger happy, so those Cornerian's better watch their asses or this beast will tear right through 'em." His harsh, gruff voice was enough to spark an idea of just how glad he would be to fire the gun.
"Haha, so be it. Keep at the ready then."
Jet offered a salute. "You got it, Admiral." The screen cut once more and the Admiral returned his attention to the front. He himself was itching to be on the front lines, where he would be of the most help. He had to ask. Opening up the communication line with Ultimax yet again, an image of Buster came up on his screen. "Mister President, permission to enter the front lines? My first can take command, and I will stay connected to proper areas of the ship."