[center][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ec/e6/fa/ece6fa02f701d05aecf7efccd21f6ac3.gif[/img][/center] [color=lightblue]<<[/color]Go! Go! Go![color=lightblue]>>[/color] [indent][color=lightblue]<<[/color]Get under him![color=lightblue]>>[/color][/indent] [color=lightblue]<<[/color]Claymores away![color=lightblue]>>[/color] On the far side beneath the destroyer, the remaining pair of Sentries were quick to fly underneath the hull and let loose a flurry of missiles, their autocannons flaring streams of fire as the pilots attacked, emboldened by the presence of a 101st ace. The remaining Fenrirs broke left and right, juking and attempting to dodge, as the third drew its combat blade to counter the Shrike's saber. The blade missed its mark, the saber didn't. One of the remaining Fenrir's was enveloped in the overlapping explosions of a trio of claymores and the last one attempted to retreat back into the debris field, missing an arm and leg, its head unit too damaged to allow for proper targeting. The remaining Fenrir's erratic piloting took it on a near crash course with Braide's Venator, its sensors too damaged to notice that the UEE pilot was on top of it until they were practically touching. Braide's sensors picked up a pair of hastily sent out pings- one was an SOS ping, the other an extremely haphazard white-flag ping, though despite it attempt at surrender, the remaining arm on the Fenrir still went for its combat blade at its side. [color=lightblue]<<[/color]Fuck yeah![color=lightblue]>>[/color] [indent][color=lightblue]<<[/color]That's right! Run Capitalist scum![color=lightblue]>>[/color][/indent] The Fafnir that had been streaking towards Kilmer and Braide found itself suddenly engaged by the Blackout's sniper cannon and funnels, as well as the Secutor moving in to intercept it. It broke left as it attempted to dodge the incoming cannon round, but reacted too late as the Blackout's 90mm shell struck its plasma cannon center mass. The heavy plasma cannon sparked, and the Fafnir was forced to pause long enough to reach up and rip the cannon out of its housing, tossing it aside as it exploded in a fireball of orange and purple. Its momentum stopping for only a moment, the Fafnir was quick to reverse and boost again, tracking a wide arc as it attempted to get away from the funnels, shooting down one of them as it twisted and re-engage on the intercepting heavy mech. A pair of funnel drones deployed from its shoulders flying to towards the Shrike and Venator, targeting weakpoints with autocannon shells and attempting to keep the two at two lighter machines at bay, as the Fafnir moved in to engage the Secutor, opening up with a short salvo from its HPK cannon before initiating a swirling dive with its plasma talons extended. [hr] [color=pink]"No promises! Now I feel like I [i]have[/i] to go looking for it!"[/color] Sabine sang into the comms as she streaked through the debris field. Her course was damn near dizzying, as she zipped around an asteroid, through a pair of crashing starship plates, through a field of microparticles, shields flaring the whole time as muted proximity alarms continued to flash in the corners of her HUD. To its credit, the remaining Garmr was undisturbed by the loss of its wingman, continuing to pursue the Sparrowhawk as though it had a one track mind. Flicking a pair of switches, she shut off the inertial dampeners on the Sparrowhawk before throwing it into a 180 turn, flipping onto its 'back' as she leveled her plasma cannon at the remaining Garmr. A trio of autocannon shells streaked past her cockpit, which shuddered as a fourth cracked across the surface of her energy shield, shattering it. The woman ground her lip as she focused in as she pulled on the stick, trying to line up her targeting reticle as she continued to boost backwards and dodge through debris and incoming fire. [color=pink]"C'mon you little bitch, show me the- Money!"[/color] Sabine jammed the firing stud, the Sparrowhawk pulling the trigger on its cannon, sending a lance of plasma streaking through the vapor trails of Spiker rockets as the Garmr loosed its entire rack of rockets, trying to score a kill on the nimble Sparrowhawk. Plasma melted through thickened armor and cockpit before striking the Garmr's reactor core. The rockets caught debris and empty void as the Sparrowhawk twisted and boosted away, the cored remains of the Garmr slowly drifting away into the debris field. As the Watchdog fired on the remaining Fenrirs, pulling back towards the safety of their cruiser, Vulture's targeting computer screamed warning into his eyes and ears as a bright pink Sparrowhawk began to fly near his line of fire, plasma saber streaking as Sabine took a swipe against a retreating Fenrir. Around him, lines lit up again as the Roanoke locked targets and fired another volley of plasma fire at the Coalition ships. [color=pink]"Hey boss, bet the others can mop up the Coalie ace easy enough- feel like hunting some [i]real[/i] big game?"[/color] Sabine laughed as her machine streaked towards the remaining Coalition ships, weaving through AA fire and flak as she made a beeline for the surface of the Coalition cruiser, where she'd be too close for the point defense weapons to fire on her. By this point, the remaining UEE destroyer was finally in range of the Coalition ships, it too adding its weapons to the mix. A pair of heavy shipbusting torpedos barreling their way through the debris field towards the remaining cruiser and frigate. [code]<>[/code] Sagan's comms crackled to life as the Roanoke's Captain contacted him. [code]<>[/code]