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Quartz"Ooh, you're quick, aren't you." That enemy fighter had predicted her shot. Starla frowned as the first fighter ducked out of her shot, but she was at least able to swing her beam across the other two targets. It only phased their shields, causing them to react and glow briefly. Laser blasts fill the space around them, turrets aiming for clear targets, to minimize the chance of cross fire. The shields of the boarding pod were tough, but she wasn't aiming for it anyway. As the fighters closed in range, Starla began to struggle with the effect the Plasma Beam had on the turret's turn rate, finding herself unable to track the fighters well enough. She switched her weapon system to an Elzion chain blaster, the turret on the exterior switching circuits to power the separate weapon.
She would be best served to make their ace pilot flee, instead of trying to shoot him down. Two wingmen would probably be enough kills to make the remaining fighters feel the pressure. She focused on the fighter she actually hit with the plasma beam, aiming for his engines to try and disable its capabilities. She keeps half an eye on her radar readout, watching for allied Bokites that might need a hand.
She would be best served to make their ace pilot flee, instead of trying to shoot him down. Two wingmen would probably be enough kills to make the remaining fighters feel the pressure. She focused on the fighter she actually hit with the plasma beam, aiming for his engines to try and disable its capabilities. She keeps half an eye on her radar readout, watching for allied Bokites that might need a hand.