2237-07-01 - The Internet is For Porn

The Wolves face strong opposition when they are tasked with taking down a captured communications satellite.

Date: 2237-07-01

Location: Picon Space

Related Scenes: None

Plot: Operation: Cat and Mouse

Scene Number: 805

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Near Picon Orbit. It's a geosynchronous orbit that has to be jumped into and out of pretty quickly, because often, once a major unit arrives, there are several enemy units that join in. The Vanguard has been tasked with trying to take out one of the satellite stations in near orbit that's causing the near complete communication blackout of the planet. Ironically enough, the satellite they're tasked with taking out was originally built to provide part of the Picon wide internet.

Dropping into upper orbit in a brilliant flash, the Vanguard's arrival was quick, depositing it's fighters and Raptors before jumping away again, giving the pilots a timeframe to complete the mission before the cutter jumps back in to retrieve the ships.

The near orbit of the planet is littered with the debris of the battles that have occurred here, drifting wreckage of a capital ship nearby is providing some cover for the deployment, with the satellite station on the other side of it, and some 15000 kilometers off.

Socks launches from the Vangaurd after the jump and adjusts his DRADIS settings to account of all of the space junk flying about in orbit. "Any timeline on when this debris loses orbit?" he wonders, having read theoretical strategies of simply dumping garbage in orbit to blockade a planet. His viper forms up with the rest of the flight, to prepare for the mission.

"No info, Socks, but I'm sure we could run some numbers. Most of it should burn up in atmo," Stirling responds, tweaking the flight path of her Raptor. "Keep your eyes peeled - back home the Cylons liked to hide out in debris fields for ambushes."

"No wonder the Picons are so angry. The toasters took their porn away," Banshee quips over the comm. Because the Internet is for porn. Aubrey settles into formation, checking her comm settings and DRADIS to make sure the jump in didn't scramble anything. Her right leg itches under the bandage where her wound is healing, but she looks good to go. She needs to catch up with Jigger before he wins their bet.

"I imagine, when they figure that out, we'll probably be back here for garbage disposal, if they're anything dangerous. A whole lot of missiles and a frak ton of debris raining down on the planet. Eva launches back towards the back of the pack, angling up to provide cover and eyes in the sky, such as the idea of the sky exists, on space. "So that means you're mad too, right, Banshee?" Seeing as how Banshee is one of that number.

"According to the pictures around the ship, she probably was the porn, Cherry." Tucker responds from one of the Raptors as he hangs out in the back of the group, carrying a pair of anti-ship missiles to help with taking out the satellite.

It's Pitbull in the backseat again for Astraea; something about 'mission worldwide,' even if they're not going to Picon. She's given up trying to explain this to the guy. Instead, the woman is angling her Raptor into formation with the others. There's a snort for Banshee's commentary as they get in underway. "I heard some rumor that some marines came back with a stash of porn," Nova notes over the comms as she hits a few switches in her cabin. "Might want to talk to them."

"So, how big was this satellite again? I ain't picking nothin up on my DRADIS.. Are we talkin coffee can with wings, or DJ in a booth?" Socks wonders as they cruise in towards the area it's in.

"You bet, Mom," Aubrey answers Cherry with a grin and a little wing waggle. "And hey, Flats! I never wore less than a bikini. I was a classy model," she notes with a snort. "Gotta leave something to the imagination! Though I guess that's a bust now since we all shower together."

Eva rolls Alertness: Success (8 5 5 5 4 3 2 1)

Astraea rolls Alertness: Good Success (8 6 6 5 4 2 2 1)

Salvae rolls Alertness: Good Success (8 8 7 7 5 5 5 4 2)

Stirling rolls Alertness: Great Success (8 8 7 6 6 2 1)

Aubrey rolls Alertness: Good Success (8 8 7 5 4 3 2 1)

Stirling smiles inside her helmet, but stays quiet as the pilots banter. She's scanning the debris field, and idly answers Salvae's question. "About a hundred meters square."

"Lords, this thing's biggern Ole Man Gigleon's brew house!" Socks says in surprise, picturing the Minotoan brewery floating in space above Picon. "Probably see it visual before dradis picks it up."

The station isn't really a station persay - but it looks like it's being modified. Several satellites have been joined together to make a small complex, with more armor being built around it. As the flight comes into view, several small Raiders and a pair of Heavys are already floating around the complex in defense, pointed about in random directions and seeming to be asleep. That most likely won't last for long.

"Looks like we caught them napping, Whisper. Orders?" Banshee asks over the comm as she visually marks the raiders and checks to make sure her weapons systems are online and ready to fire.

After the initial salvo, Eva seems content to remain silent, eyes scanning the approach, narrowing as she takes in the look of the satellite. "Looks as though they're building some sort of central operations platform. I wonder if they've repurposed the satellites to transmit some sort of dampening field, to help with the blackouts?" She does not move much further than the rest of the group, staying far enough back, hopefully, that the ships they can see won't alert to their arrival.

"Wonder how many of those they're using to blackout the whole planet like they have." Tucker comments idly over his own comms as he doesn't comment on Aubrey's (lack of wardrobe) these days, instead chuckling a little. "Well, maybe they wanted a wake-up call, Banshee?"

Well, damn. Gotta love them just waiting like that. "At least they aren't sneaking up on us," Nova notes, reaching out to flip the switches on her talons to prepare them. She adjusts herself in formation slightly, rising above the others to give Pitbull a better view for his station... and herself a slightly better angle.

Stirling's soft voice comes back over the comms. "More contacts bearing 269 -" That's off to their port side. "Three Raiders and a heavy lurking in the debris field. I'm guessing if we can see them, they can see us. Probably waiting to jump us when we head for the satellite." She clucks her teeth for a moment thoughtfully then says, "Raptors, we'll lead the way in, Vipers trailing behind. Vipers be ready - soon as the hidden group pounces, I want you to spin 180 on your axis to engage them. Any luck, they won't be expecting to have the tables turned on them so suddenly."

"Copy that," Socks reports in, his viper falling back behind the raptors as they begin their attack run. He keeps his eyes peeled for any active cylons, maybe those dormant ones just left their light on and ran down their batteries?

"Copy that, Whisper. Vipers, we have our orders. Engage the vipers in the debris field before advancing to the satellite. Our focus should be on the enemy craft."

"Banshee copies, Whisper. Inviting those raiders to our surprise party." Aubrey settles in beside the other Vipers and prepares to hit the brakes and turn once they move.

"Aw, frak, they've got a lock on me!" Socks complains as his DRADIS lights up, then the blinking light disappears as the heavy raider switches to a different target. "Phew, that was close, moving to engage!" he says, flipping his viper end over end before blasting his engines, heading straight to the debris field to take on the raiders behind them.

"I have twin chirps on me. Duets suck." Tucker growls a little, working to get his ship back into a better position to attack. "Ready to roll, Whisper. Let's sing them to sleep!"

Cent5 attacks Tucker with Missile but Tucker EVADES!

Cent4 attacks Salvae with Kew and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Nose.

Salvae attacks Cent6 with Kew and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Weapon. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Cent1 attacks Stirling with Kew and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Body. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Aubrey attacks Cent2 with Kew and HITS! Impaired wound to Wing. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Astraea attacks Cent1 with Talons and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Body.

Eva attacks Cent8 with Kew and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Body.

Tucker attacks Cent5 with Missile and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Cockpit.

CREW HIT! attacks Cent5 with Shrapnel and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Chest.

Stirling attacks Cent7 with Missile and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Body.

Cent8 attacks Aubrey with Kew but MISSES!

Cent7 attacks Tucker with Missile but Tucker EVADES EASILY!

Cent6 attacks Eva with Missile and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Wing. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Cent2 attacks Aubrey with Kew and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Tail. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Cent3 attacks Stirling with Kew but Stirling EVADES!

// Cent2 has been KO'd!//

// Eva has been KO'd!//

When the signal comes, Aubrey brakes hard and spins her Viper in a 180, facing the ambush team of Raiders and firing off a burst of KEW fire at one of them. She shears off its wing, and it stops flying. "One down!" she hollers over the comm, earning her callsign, and then her tail gets plinked by one of the raiders coming in. "Just a scratch! Doing fine!" she calls. She moves in on the Raider that had been firing on Eva. "Dammit! Cherry, check in, Cherry!?"

Socks grimaces as he takes a barrage of fire across his nose as he was focusing on the heavy raider. It gets chewed up quite a bit, but who needs a working DRADIS, anyways? Flips are flipped and switches are switched as he reroutes power and pulls in on the heavy raider, raking it across it's KEWs. Pulling a tight banking turn, he gets into a chase of the big ship, hoping he can avoid getting shot up long enough to take out the heavy.

With no alarms of lock-on in her cabin, Astraea pushes forward in formation. "Whisper, Nova- coming after the one on your tail." Mostly it means firing off one of her talons while trying to cut the raider off, but she's able to take the risky move without risking her own ass. At least for the moment. It's not a hard hit on the cylon ship, but it's a hit nonetheless.

Stirling heads in for the satellite and the Raiders she presumes are playing possum there. She launches a missile at one of the heavy raiders, doing considerable damage to it. The thing is still limping along, but Stirling leaves the (she hopes) crippled ship for one of the fighters to finish off rather than wasting another precious missile on it. Some return fire rocks the ship briefly but doesn't do much damage. "Everyone all right?" she calls when she hears Aubrey calling for Eva.

Eva is, if nothing else both a master of living dangerously, and fully capable of dealing with the consequences. And this time, it's the consequences, as the missile explodes off of her right side, the damage bad enough that it takes part of the wing with it, and sends her into a brief uncontrolled spin. But only for a few seconds, as Eva muscles the plane back under her control. "Just a scratch, Banshee. Focus fire on these frakkers."

"Frak, frak.. countermeasures, Clutch!" Tucker calls back to his ECO, as the young woman at the controls tries to get flares and chaffe pumped out as the missiles streak by. "Both misses, Flats!" she chimes out, which brings a moment of relief to the Raptor jock. "We're pushing on. You may have to spitball the satellite at this rate."

Salvae attacks Cent6 with Kew but Cent6 EVADES!

Stirling attacks Cent3 with Missile and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Body.

Cent6 attacks Aubrey with Missile and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Wing. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Tucker attacks Cent1 with Missile and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Weapon. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Cent4 attacks Salvae with Kew and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Nose. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Aubrey attacks Cent6 with Kew but Cent6 EVADES!

Astraea attacks Cent1 with Talons and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Body. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Eva attacks Cent8 with Kew and HITS! Impaired wound to Body.

Cent7 attacks Stirling with Missile but Stirling EVADES EASILY!

Cent3 attacks Stirling with Kew but Stirling EVADES EASILY!

Cent1 attacks Astraea with Kew and HITS! Graze wound to Wing. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Cent8 attacks Eva with Kew but MISSES!

Cent5 attacks Tucker with Missile but Tucker EVADES EASILY!

// Aubrey has been KO'd!//

// Cent1 has been KO'd!//

"Awww, fur frak's sake, targeting raider," Socks calls out, the ace heavy raider easily avoiding his fire thanks to the raider that keeps plunking the nose of his viper. "Come on, you ten cubit piece of frak, let's see how you like someone shooting up your nose, eh?"

Eva manages to evade the incoming fire of the cylon. And despite the direct hits she gets on it, it still seems to want to keep flying...and fighting. The missile explosion briefly get her attention her voice coming across the comms, "Banshee, sing out, you alright in there?"

Aubrey screams in at the heavy raider, and triggers her KEW, but it evades her fire and sends a missile her way for her trouble. It slams into her port engine and said engine sputters in the vacuum and with a sad whirr whirr whiiiirrrr it shuts down. "Missile hit! I'm down my port engine! This heavy is making mincemeat of us back here, Whisper!" Banshee calls over the comm.

There's a clipped shot to her wing, but it barely glances off the armor; not even enough to worry about. The paint might be chipped, but not even the most grouchy of deckies will fuss at Astraea about that. The woman does make a bit of a face - to herself - at her own shot from the Talons on the raider in return. "I swear," she mumbles to Pitbull behind her. "Some days they land well, others, na so much." She jukes a bit in the bird, but still suddenly starts hearing those alarms of missile locks. "Well... frak."

"Copy that, Banshee. Break off if you can. Flight, cover Banshee," Stirling dodges some fire and spins around to get a better view of the Viper team. Her ECO fires the KEW cannon at the satellite ships that are now behind her.

The Raiders and Heavies continue to try to bring down the Colonial flight - it becomes obvuious that in this stage of the construction, the Raiders are the only defense that the station has. "Clutch, get on the panel and scramble those Raiders on us, let's see if we can buy our Vipers some time to get in and clear out the mess!"

"Nowhere to break off to, Whisper. Not til the Vanguard comes back to pick us up like a dad after a sleepover," Banshee quips back. "I still have weapons control. I'll do what I can from the edges of the fight."

Eva attacks Cent8 with Kew and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Body.

Cent6 attacks Salvae with Kew but Salvae EVADES!

Astraea attacks Cent5 with Talons and HITS! Impaired wound to Body.

Tucker suppresses Cent3 with Ecm and succeeds.

Tucker suppresses Cent5 with Ecm and succeeds.

Tucker tries to suppress Cent7 with Ecm but FAILS.

Stirling attacks Cent7 with Kew and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Body.

Salvae attacks Cent4 with Kew and HITS! Graze wound to Wing. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Cent4 attacks Salvae with Kew and HITS! Impaired wound to Wing.

Aubrey attacks Cent8 with Kew and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Body.

Cent8 attacks Eva with Kew but MISSES!

Cent7 attacks Astraea with Kew and HITS! Graze wound to Body. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Cent5 attacks Astraea with Kew but MISSES!

Cent3 attacks Stirling with Kew but MISSES!

// Cent7 has been KO'd!//

// Cent8 has been KO'd!//

Grimacing as he pulls his stick into a near blackout inducing turn, Socks narrowly evades the heavy raider's attack. "Little help here," he calls in as both raider and heavy raider are on him. He's only able to scratch up the raider a little bit while flying so defensively.

"Lot of empty space out there, Banshee," Whisper points out. "Got one coming in at you." Stirling speeds up and heads in for the one going after Aubrey, trying to get out in front of it to break up its attack while also giving her ECO a shot with the KEW.

Aubrey flies to the edge of the furball, sweeping around to face into it, and triggers her KEW, leading the Cylon firing on Eva in her sights. She blows the Raider in two and whoops over the comm. "That's two! Nice shooting, Cherry! Nova, I'll try to get one of your friends off your tail!" Banshee calls.

Combined fire finally puts down the cylon that she was dancing with, but Eva doesn't look happy. Not with so many of the enemy still in the air and half the wing barely managing to hold it together. And who knows what else coming, "We're going to need to call in some reinforcements, the way we're chewing up missiles here. What's going to be left for the satellite?"

Despite two of the heavies on her tail, Astraea manages to juke their KEW systems. Luck, perhaps, that it's not missiles coming after her. She's had some terrible encounters with those as of late. There's another clip across the paint of her bird, but nothing that's got her worried nor das blinken lights in the cabin. In turn, the talons coming off her front end hit one solidly. It doesn't go up in flame, but it does seem to slow it down. She hisses through her teeth. "Flight, Nova. How's everyone lookin' out there?"

Both groups has closed the range enough to give everyone the same targets - there's no more groups as the two squads continue to mix it up. "Keep singing to them, Clutch!" Tucker calls out, not ready to switch to the KEWs yet as he tries to keep the Cylons scrambled for the attack.

Cent6 attacks Stirling with Kew and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Wing.

Aubrey attacks Cent3 with Kew and HITS! Impaired wound to Weapon.

Salvae attacks Cent4 with Kew and HITS! Impaired wound to Nose.

Cent4 attacks Eva with Kew and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Cockpit. (Reduced by ARMOR)

CREW HIT! attacks Eva with Shrapnel and HITS! Impaired wound to Abdomen.

CREW HIT! attacks Eva with Shrapnel and HITS! Impaired wound to Left Arm.

CREW HIT! attacks Eva with Shrapnel and HITS! Graze wound to Right Leg.

Astraea attacks Cent5 with Talons and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Wing.

Tucker suppresses Cent4 with Ecm and succeeds.

Tucker suppresses Cent6 with Ecm and succeeds.

Tucker tries to suppress Cent5 with Ecm but FAILS.

Stirling attacks Cent6 with Kew but Cent6 EVADES!

Eva attacks Cent6 with Kew but MISSES!

Cent5 attacks Stirling with Kew but Stirling EVADES!

Cent3 attacks Astraea with Kew but MISSES!

// Cent5 has been KO'd!//

Aubrey keeps skidding around the outskirts of the fight, choosing targets and turning her Viper's nose to fire, before darting back to the fringe. She fills the weapon of the Raider chasing Nova with KEW fire as it sparks and smokes from the damage. "Care, Nova, that bird is still flying," Banshee calls as she settles for another shot.

Socks slowly zeros in on the raider that's been bloodying his viper up over the past few minutes, and is able to rake fire across its bow, "Ya! How do ya like it now, ey?" he says, still in hot pursuit of that raider. He physically ducks in his cockpit as he sees the heavy decide to turn and attack him, "Oh frak, not again!"

"We'll worry about the sat once we've cleared these guys out," Stirling replies to Eva. "Cannons should be able to pick it apart." Or so she hopes. It's designed for porn, not military grade weaponry. Stirling succeeds in getting the attention of the ship on Aubrey for a second, but then it breaks off to go after Salvae. "Got your back, Socks," she tells him, keeping pace with the Raider at an angle her ECO can get a shot off at.

The one heavy finally goes down and Astraea lets out a whoop... thankfully off the radio. Neither the flight nor Vanguard Actual needs to hear that. She manages to evade fire from the one on her tail, at that. The woman draws around, catching sight of the one on Tucker. "Flats, Nova. Coming after the tail ya got."

Eva's clearly having a very bad, no sort of good luck day, because as yet another cylon comes in targeting her ship, it chews up the canopy of her ship, the impact of shrapnel enough to put the pilot in an awkward position, suddenly finding it hard to breath, not only from the sudden pain in her belly and her left arm, but now needing to fly one handed, since she's venting atmo from both her ship and her flight suit. Good thing she paid good cash money for one of those duct tape dispensers with the easy use cutter. Because no way is she getting two hands free for this job.

Astraea attacks Cent3 with Talons and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Body. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Tucker suppresses Cent3 with Ecm and succeeds.

Tucker tries to suppress Cent4 with Ecm but FAILS.

Tucker suppresses Cent6 with Ecm and succeeds.

Salvae attacks Cent4 with Kew and HITS! Impaired wound to Cockpit.

CREW HIT! attacks Cent4 with Shrapnel and HITS! Impaired wound to Chest.

Cent6 attacks Salvae with Kew but Salvae EVADES!

Cent4 attacks Eva with Kew but Eva EVADES!

Cent3 attacks Tucker with Kew but MISSES!

Stirling attacks Cent6 with Kew but Cent6 EVADES!

Eva attacks Cent4 with Kew but Cent4 EVADES!

Aubrey attacks Cent3 with Kew and HITS! Impaired wound to Cockpit.

CREW HIT! attacks Cent3 with Shrapnel and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Left Leg.

// Cent3 has been KO'd!//

// Cent4 has been KO'd!//

"Nice shooting, Nova, that's another one down. One left, and it's a heavy!" Banshee calls out, before she moves towards the satellite structure then turns to fire on the remaining Raider.

"This guy's a slippery one," Stirling remarks, a hint of frustration creeping into her tone as her ECO misses again. "Flight, finish that one off. I'm going to see if our cannons can put a dent in that satellite." If not, they're going to have to call for an assist.

"Copy that, Whisper." Eva has no other words to spare but those, as she patches her suit, for the time being, managing to plug all of the holes, and give herself two hands to once again try to fly her ship. Two more of the cylons go down, before she turns her attention to the last /currently// visible enemy fighter. "Yet another example, guys and dolls, of why you should never ask yourselves, 'WWED?"

"We'll handle it," Astraea calls after Banshee reports the final heavy. She's already angling off towards it. For Stirling's report on finishing things off while she mentions the cannons, there's a note of: "Copy that, Whisper. On it."

Socks continues his focused attack on the raider and finally manages to adjust his aim enough to hit the cockpit of the cylon's fighter, taking out the pilot. He looks over his shoulder and nods, as if to say a 'did you see that?' look to anyone in the non-existent back seat. He's snapped out of his celebration as a few stray shots come over his bow, "Fraker's decided to stay on me.. See if you can nail him from behind, I'll try to lead him on!" he says, his viper's engines flaring enough to give him speed that he can flip around and fire backwards, maneuvering jets hissing as he makes adjustments.

Astraea attacks Cent6 with Talons and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Nose.

Aubrey attacks Cent6 with Kew and HITS! Impaired wound to Wing.

Salvae attacks Cent6 with Kew and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Body. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Eva attacks Cent6 with Kew but MISSES!

// Cent6 has been KO'd!//

Aubrey sends KEW fire into the final raider along with half the air wing, and the thing goes up in a ball of brief, vacuum extinguished flame. "How's the cannon fire working on the satellite, Whisper?" she asks over comm.

Stirling leaves the straggler to the other pilots and drifts back over to the satellite installation. She pivots the ship so the ECO can have a clear shot and lets him have at it. There's a little smile from the CAG as the cannons cut through the satellite. "Cannons are a go, flight. Just avoid those big armor plates and aim for the junctions."

Thank the gods. Or, perhaps better to say...thank Alain, as that is the closest Eva will ever get to the gods...divine intervention by way of their emissary. The final cylon is cleared, for now, and there's nothing left but to adjust course and head after the CAG, taking time to give her cockpit a once over, see what is actually still working, while she has the time to breath. Once Whisper gives her assessment, Eva will move in to do just that, trying to stay a bit away from the rest of the wing, just in case her viper decides it's just had enough and goes u in flames. Because that totally happened one time.

Coasting backwards, Socks is able to trade blows with the heavy raider, the cylon's damaged KEWs chewing up his nose, and his KEWs bouncing off its body. "Come oooooon!" he grits his teeth, then watches as it explodes, thanks to a missile swinging in out of left field. "Nice shot, Nova!" he breathes a sigh of relief, looking at his viper, amazed his feet aren't sticking out of the chewed up front section.

A final shot from the talons cuts right across the nose of that heavy and along with the KEW fire from the other two, it breaks through the final of the raiders. Astraea breaths out, grinning a bit as she breaks away from the rest to start heading for the satellites themselves to help provide cover. "Always, Socks," Nova calls over the coms in answer to her wingmate.

Banshee's Viper limps along at the pace of a herd of turtles with one engine down, fighting the stick to keep it going straight instead of going in circles. She fires her KEW at the junctions with the others and helps light it up. "Goodbye porn!"

The flight quickly makes mince-meat out of the satellite station, shooting the junction points until it breaks apart and then swooping around to finish it off by aiming for the now-unprotected middle sections. "Nice job, Wolves. That should punch a hole in that jamming net for a little while." At least until the Cylons bring another station online. The Picons have been playing this game of whack-a-mole for quite awhile now. "Nova, signal Vanguard so we can RTB."

"By the way, Cherry -- WWED?" Stirling prompts lightly now that the shooting has stopped.

"Whisper, Nova, copy." Astraea pulls a bit away and back from the formation, letting her ECO make the call back to the Vanguard. After a moment, she's back on the radio. "Flight, Vanguard has given th' signal. We're ready ta go home."

"Copy that," Socks says, watching the space station go up in flames, he wheels his mangled viper around and joins the rest of the flight on the way to the rendevous

Eva's response is breathless, pained, but still with a hint of humour, "'What Would Eva Do?' It's what you should never ask yourself, because it usually leads to something stupidly reckless." Because this is sort of a known thing about her. But with the job done, all she wants to do is something patently unreckless. Head to sickbay and hope her insides are still on the inside.

Aubrey has had her fill of sickbay, and she's glad the hits she took didn't get through the ship to her body. "Let's go home," she murmurs.

Stirling smiles at Eva's reply. "Well, you know what the old pilots used to say... 'Any one you can walk away from...'." There's a beat. "Just don't tell the deck chief I said that." Her voice twinkles with amusement. The Vanguard, hailed by Nova's call, flashes back into Picon space. "Let's head back Flight."


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