Numbers slowly counting down flashed before eyes. The light from the console being the only thing to illuminate the cramped cockpit. Zero flashed across the screen and somewhere above him a green light flashed. Moments later the feeling of being thrown backwards as the Sentry gets accelerated forward; going from 0 to 300 kilometers in under 10 seconds about 1.45 times the force of gravity on a standard planet. Even in space Newton's laws still dictated every action. The Sentry rumbled and shook; there was a reason they called it a walking coffin. The piece of metal inserted in his breast pocket felt as if it was going to burn through his chest. A constant reminder of what would happen if they made just one mistake. The rumbling reached a crescendo as it reached the top of its ascent feeling as if at any moment a screw could come undone and the whole Sentry would fall apart. A blast door opened and moments later the rumbling stop, everything stopped. 

Trapp let out a long release of breath as his helmets combat display updated. Names appeared in the top right corner; they indicated each member of the 7th currently they were all blue indicating all was clear. The Sentry its self was a bit antiquated in its control scheme, while most had advance high response displays the Sentry had a small console that would funnel most useful information and provided targeting solutions. Everything else was for the most part was controlled by an array of pedals, knobs, switches and sticks. It was a pigeons worst nightmare with all the shining things blinking ready to be poked about. Trapp accelerated the sentry forward falling in formation with the rest of the squad. As he did the console beeped and several targets appeared on his helmet display, each with distance markers closing in at a rapidly advancing pace. Trapp noted there positions before flipping another switch and switched his commms over to the Lincoln's CIC as the Sentry withdraw the autocannon from its back. 

Trapp was bombarded by information as soon as he switched channels. All active squadron leaders were funneling their own information to the Lincoln as tactical support provided orders and information back. The UEE was all about efficiency even in war and every cog had to know its place to make sure the grand mechanism ran. Trapp funneled data through before switching the comms again this time to his direct communication line with the Captain. He spoke in a calm tone as if he was telling her about sports scores rather than combat information. [color=lightgreen]" Fox, this is Odin the 7th is in the air and approaching the target. Current positions is x: 373221.46 y:21495853.3, contacts spotted and coming in fast probably here in under 3. Oh and Captain? I know how much you like firing you big guns into space and all but if you could refrain from hitting any of us, because we would hate to not be able to perform our potato duties."[/color]

After a response was given he switched the communications back to the Squad. He raised the autocannon as they accelerated forward and soon the C-MAD squadron came into range. As soon as the console flipped green he pressed his fingers down on the trigger. As he launched hotlead across the void, shots were returned. He wasn't aiming for kills in particular instead it was more about keeping as many off of the two fling bombs as long as they could. Not that Brick and Guillotine couldn't handle things themselves. As he provided covering fire his comms flared up as the Squad started throwing up reports and kill conformations. As the others moved in his eyes scanned the field. He was looking for something, among the chaos and he soon found it Hardballers having broken off from the main combat group and heading straight for the Lincoln. It was a shame that wouldn't be able to get there.

[color=lightgreen]"We got Hardballers coming in. Wizard, Rabbit, Omega we are running intercept procedure C,   Gallant your in charge of bomb team make sure that package gets delivered."[/color] He spoke in a firm and controlled matter. Soon afterwards his MAS broke off from the group with the rest of the intercept time and moved into position. Rabbit and Wizard were comfortable with dealing with high value targets and he knew they wouldn't crack under pressure and he wanted to keep at least Him and Omega with them for staying power just in case things got rough. He moved right into the lead hardballers trajectory four in total, the strike team was fast approaching. He raised the autocannon once more and pointed it down range. He waited as the sights swayed across his helmet, the console trying to get him a firing solution. Soon it hummed in acknowledgement as the sights locked onto the target. He pulled the trigger again and the ammunition flew and hit home slamming into the heavily armored Coalition MAS. The Hardballer took it and kept on moving forward across the sky. 

The Coalition pilot took the shots in stride and launched its own volley of return plasma. Trapp moved quickly as it barreled across spacem one clean shot could shred the Sentry if it hit. He pulled to the left hard and his own helmet flashed as he quickly pulled right out of his g-force limit. But it worked as the plasma rushed by hitting empty space where he once was. Trapp was getting tired of this game very quickly and deiced it was time for more drastic measure. He strapped the auto cannon back and instead pulled out the combat tomahawk. People also underestimated the tomahawk pilots are taught to only use it in extreme circumstances. But a creative pilot could use it in other ways if they were feeling suicidal. Trapp realigned his path with the Coalition Mas and pushed the thing to ramming speed. The Hardballer's pilot was unphashed and pushed his own engines, it was a game of chicken. The pilot knew that the Hardballer could easily overpower the smaller MAS and swat it away like a fly if it got too close. As the two got close the Hardballer charged up another plasma shot and fired, at the same time Trapp slammed his controls and the Sentry pulled hard to left at the very last moment. The moments had to be perfected as one second too late and the Sentry would be gone.

His shields flared as the plasma bolt brushed past the Sentry, not making contact but the raw energy still enough to make the system flare. The Hardballer had little time to react as the Sentry suddenly moved but he was confident it had pulled out like the UEE coward it was. Soon after warning lights flashed through his cockpit as a tomahawk was buried into his left thruster. Trapp knew that piercing through the cockpit armor would of taken more resources and probable use of the Claymore Missile Launcher. But he did'nt need to kill the pilot or even pierce the reactor all he needed to do was make it go away. The thursters of any MAS were sensitive and making them malfunction was easier than blowing it up any other way. The tomahawk had just enough kick and piercing potential to it to do exactly as Trapp wanted. The thruster sputtered and then started blasting hard to the right. The resulting thrust  and forced as Trapp pulled the tomahawk through and out effectively sent the MAS into tailspin spiraling to the right and away. If the resulting forces didn't knock the pilot out than it would be a while yet for him to come back for another run.

[color=lightgreen]"This is Odin enemy disabled. Gallant what's your status??"[/color]