So, Isa. What color is the ship you command?
"What makes you think I only command a single ship?"
Serious question is serious.
Crystal: Are the wing names, Seraphim, Cherubim, and Jewel standard wing names for the JGASF?
In addition to that, what are the most commonly used JGASF wing designations, provided they exist, and do they tend to correlate to specific aspects such as battle roles, etc? If so, what are they?
"Seraphim, Cherubim and Ophanim are commonly used in all JGASF battle groups to designate Terran wings. Paragon, Jewel and Gem are used for Cyrvan wings. Each JGASF also have a few unique wing names for special occasions.
Battle roles assigned to a wing name will vary between operations, though in general Seraphim tends to be used for light and medium fighters while Cherubim is often reserved for heavy and bomber tasks. "
And because of all this I'm starting Isa's official fans club, who's in for some treat? 
I refuse to participate in any activity that Isa will probably bombard from orbit.
You are all gonna be my first sacrifice to the goddess Isa, so be flattered.
You know she'll only bombard you from orbit too.
"Now why would I do that?
I try to take good care of my slaves."
Isa: Since you are obviously on a Cyrvan ship I assume you were present in repelling (I'm pretty sure the Cyrvan were able to repell them) the Hertaks diversonary attacks on Cyrvan space.
Can you give us a bit more detail on the forces that attacked there? Which vassals were sent? Did the Hertak contribute some Armageddons? And have you been able to follow their route of attack back to it's source yet?
"I was indeed very much present at the Emetal Engagement.
You'll be able to find out all the details in WoD2, so I'm not going to tell you anything here because I hate redundancy."
Misuzu/Crystal: How do you think hum- Terrans would fare, in an inverted JGASF (or maybe Isa's fleet)? I mean well, mostly Cyrvans and only a few Terrans.
"I think most of us would break down rapidly due to all the mental abuse..."
The entity "Isa" evokes feelings of intense molluscan fear in this gastropod.
We sense...something. Something ancient. A sickly smell...a chilling wind. My ancestors scream from within their chambers in my mind. But I cannot understand their words. This feeling...a memory? It sickens us. And for the first time in our lives...for the first time in generations, we fear.
