The Air Wing Scrambles To Defend The Vanguard When Cylon Capital Ships Come Knocking.
Location: Picon Space
Related Scenes: None
Plot: Operation: Cat and Mouse
Scene Number: 201
"Action stations! Action stations! Set condition one throughout the ship. This is not a drill." The alert is sounded, the klaxons going off throughout the ship as the crew scrambles to their duty posts. For the pilots, of course, this is in their ships. At least for those who make it there first (since the Timber Wolves currently have more pilots than fighters to support 24/7 operations). The alert flight and CAP are already out there. Now the rest of the planes are launching. Stirling is buckling into her Raptor as the ship is raised up on its elevator. "Just got word - a Cylon light carrier has jumped in nearby. Fighters inbound. We need to keep them off Vanguard and the Julien -" That would be a Picon Navy destroyer that's in this area with them. "Until the jump drives spin up or reinforcements get here." Whichever happens first.
Eva isn't about to be left behind, and damn the consequences. She gives the stays a good yank, ignoring the pain in her arm, as she makes her way towards her ship. She might not use her rank to her advantage in most cases, but she sure as hell is going to now, as she bosses some poor deck monkey into getting away from the ladder to one of the ship's that's being prepped so she can get on board and await the moment to launch. She'll just stay mostly quiet, until she has launched and it's too late to call her back.
Jigger's pre-flight check includes a complaint about cake crumbs, but otherwise his launch goes smoothly. He's one of the first out, having already been in his flight suit in the ready room, cranking the Gemenese music in his cockpit as fingers tap his console, gaze flickering from DRADIS to the rest of the flight as he settles in.
Pilots and ECO's start scrambling and Kymoto follows, heading for the berthings and his unpacked kit. It takes him a minute or two to change and no time to find a locker to stow the rest. It'll have to wait. Then a jog down to the hangar to find out what viper he's to be assigned to and make sure, as a new arrival, that he's cleared to fly. The Lieutenant waits impatiently as Kymoto watches the others running to their assigned airframes. Or will he wait on standby?
Finally the confirmation comes through that Kymoto's green to go, and told which bay. Then off he goes, running with helmet tucked under his arm. Careful, because this is an unfamiliar hangar and craft are being moved to the flight deck. Then up he goes to get settled in, seal his helmet and hook in to begin his flight checks. He listens up for orders coming in over the coms. "Flight, Radio check. Drummer Copies. Over."
When the door opens, the pilots from the Ready Room come pouring in to race for their birds. Really, Stirling should be proud at the reaction time - because most of them were in there eating cake when the alert went up. Jogging over to one of the Vipers, Mason grabs his helmet and shimmies up the ladder before squeezing into the cockpit as he gives a quick thumbs up to the air crew before sealing the cockpit and taxiing into position to join the defensive fighter screen that's scrambling to form outside the Vanguard. "Make sure not to stray into the ship's field of fire, ruin yer day quicker than realizing ya forgot laundry day last week."
Aubrey had been scheduled for a CAP shortly, which is why she got no cake, so it was simple luck she made it to a bird on time, because she was already in her flight suit and on the way to the hangar deck when the alert sounded. Otherwise, she'd likely have been left behind while limping on her healing leg. "Banshee is here and ready to roll, Whisper. Pre-flight is green across the board."
Connor hops up and heads quickly for the flight deck, grabbing his flight suit from the buck and shrugging into it as he rushes. With a look of determination on his features he makes his way to one of the Raptors on duty. Strapping in he runs through the quick pre-flight check, "Colors reporting, ship is green to go."
Hallie is already buckling in as her cockpit seals, fixing her helmet in place with a small smear of chocolate from the ready room cake still left forgotten on her upper lip. She's running through the preflight checklist even as the comms check happens. "Flight, Ringer. My board's green, too. Ready whenever."
Gwyndolen goes from cake mode to battle mode swiftly, leaping toward a Viper's cockpit with almost balletic grace, helmet under her arm. She does a swift check of her instruments, now in combat focus. "Flight, Knick-Knack. Systems green and ready."
As she had CAP due later, Astraea was in off-duties, but otherwise prepared to go into 'flight' mode anyway. Suit in her locker and gear 'on the ready.' Which meant that the klaxons were partially for her. It just means she's heading for her Raptor at a run onto the deck. She jumps up onto the wing, grabs the edge of the hatch, and swings in. There's a glance for her ECO and a grin at seeing who's in the seat. "Ready ta get on this thing?" She buckles quickly into the cockpit, starting her pre-flight checks. "Flight, Nova checkin' in. We are-" and a pause to finalize. "Green an' ready." She's waiting for her turn in the queue, but it gives a few extra seconds to finalize the, ahem, parts of the checklist she technically skipped due to running those few seconds behind.
After getting sent on his way from the deck, Mason joins in the check ins. "Flight, Jar. Green t' go, ready to roll some canners to the curb fer recyclin'."
Only once she's successfully launched, will Cherry's voice come over the comms, "Flight, Cherry, I'm five by five, forming up for approach."
Stirling slips her helmet on and activates her engines, lifting off. "Flight, Whisper - launch when ready. Be advised we have friendly ships launching from the Julien. Watch IFF and look for visual markings before targeting hostile Cypers." As the ships clear the launch bay, they can see that the space battle has already begun. The CAP and alert fighters have engaged a flight of Raiders some distance from the ship. More ships are launching from the Julien, off to the port side, and the capital ships have already started exchanging fire - point defense batteries going wild as they chuck deadly weapons at each other.
Bami was still wolfing down cake when they headed out to get their gear ready. When it's obvious that there's no time he sets it somewhere, and gives it one more longing glance. "Sorry," he mutters in Scorpian, and soon ditches the off-duties for his flight suit. He rushed inside the ECO not too long after Astraea, and began buckling in when the request comes. He starts checking over his stations, guns, and ECM before giving a thumbs up. "All good, shortsta- Nova."
"Jigger, ready to roll." Alain moves his viper up alongside Banshee's, giving her the familiar thumbs up through the cockpit window. "Good to see you back on my wing, Banshee," he says with a grin. The music's still relatively loud in his cockpit, waiting habitually for the first contact before he checks it, leaning forward in his cockpit when he sights the distant battle that the CAP and alert teams are already involved in.
Kymoto is from Canceron and has never served on a ship before. So the lack of flight tubes isn't an issue because he's never used them before anyway. The Lieutenant takes his cues from the flight Deck personnel and once in position and given the green, he lifts and throttles forward - exiting the Vanguard with some caution for the unfamiliar surroundings. And the warning about fields of fire. "Flight, Drummer. Requesting who is Flight Lead and who's wing do you want me to form up on? Over." As the others form up, Kymoto hangs back a little and takes up a temporary position off of the last viper to the port side relative to their flight path until he has orders otherwise. Eyes sharp, checking his HUD's readouts for DRADIS contacts.
Banshee launches when given the go, and she streaks out into the black to form up on Alain's Viper's wing. "Evening Jigger. What do we do if we both hit double ace in the same battle?" Aubrey asks her wingman with a grin. She returns his thumbs up.
Once the elevator lifts his ship up and he receives launch permission from Flight, Connor launches and immediately maneuvers along behind the launching Viper wing and begins analyzing DRADIS readings.
Stirling doles out the wing assignments, then says, "All right everyone - keep an eye out for your wingmen. Good hunting." And then the ships are zooming in towards the opposing force, just shy of an elaborate game of chicken as people start breaking off in various directions.
"Just like the good old days, Ringer." When they used to fly together on Galactica. "I trust you still remember what I'm like." Which is bananas. Eva moves in, advancing on the cylon that appears to be advancing on her.
"Y'always seemed t'like ma height jes' fine," Astraea grouses at Bami once they're aloft and in the air, off the Vanguard. As wing assignments are issued, she settles into formation; just a bit above and behind Jigger and Banshee. "Jigger, Banshee, Nova. Got yer tail. Hopin' y'all play nice t'day. Don't make me go playin' tugboat just 'cause yer bet got ya distracted." There's playfulness in her tone, but she's serious, too. She doesn't want to see another Razor incident today. There's a glance over her console and she flips on the switch for her talons, watching all those little green lights come up. "How we doin', Meteor?" Then, as alerts begin coming in. "Banshee, Nova... Ya got somethin' on yer tail. Gonna see 'bout that for ya."
"Cherry, Ringer... oh, I remember. And I see you're feeling social today? You already made a new friend," Hallie calls out over comms, already pivoting her Viper to take aim on the raider presently targeting her wingmate.
"Come on, Jigger, let's burn some toasters! Banshee to Nova! You have two bogeys on you! Chasing one of them." Aubrey shifts her Viper up and over the Raptor nearby to line up one of the two Raiders chasing the slower ship, trusting her wingman to take the other.
"I don't know, do each other's laundry?" Alain guesses, in response to Aubrey's query. There's a lightness in his tone that fades as he sees the array of fighters forming up in front of them. "Frak," he exhales, flicking his music off. "Nova, Meteor, keep 'em busy out there, eh?" Almost immediately, he grins, a last flash of hand signal to Banshee before he breaks off to chase down one of the raiders on the raptor's tail.
"Knick-Knack, Colors, Jar. Let's see what we can do to get some of these Raiders off the board and back into the barn." Mason transmits as he's toggling through his targets as he hears a tone on him and frowns a little. "See one on ya, Colors, I'll scratch yer nose if ya scratch mine."
As they close in on the flying toasters, Connor sets an aggressive pace to get in close and lock on one of the enemy contacts that is bearing down on one of his Vipers. "Copy, Jar. Targetting--"
"Must be fate, Jar," Gwyndolen observes as the wing assignments are doled out, her voice dry. "Yes--let's whittle this field down a little. Colors, we'll keep an eye out and make sure no one troubles you."
Leonie has been less than a common fixture in wing engagements of late, as her tasking has frequently taken her off the front lines. She's suited up in her shiny mark II today though, afterburners lit as she maintains formation just ahead of her wingman.
Kymoto gets told who's wing he's to shadow and shifts over to fly off of Axion's wing, not yet having gotten to meet her in person. The Lieutenant doesn't question and goes where he's told. Time to get to know the other pilots later. He studies the sitation as his eyes and instruments lay out the Cylon approach and double checks to see what Axion's chosen approach and target will be, listening up for any communcations or orders. The FNG stays off of her wing, pacing her and taking his cues to lend her support. All the while keeping tabs on what the rest of the Flight is up to. Once Leonie chooses a target and sets her attack, he goes in with her.
Bami shoots a mocking glare at the pilot before checking over DRADIS. "I read you, Jigger," he calls out over comms. "Will see about giving you two as much room as I can." He goes back over just for DRADIS. Back to Scorpian he goes in the ship, "And we got a big moma out there, too. Gonna suppress what I can right now."
Eva isn't taking as many chances as she normally would, she's already working at about fifty percent as is. But, for a wonder, it might actually work to her favour, as she manages to clear one of the cylons, "Looks like you're clear...for the moment, Ringer."
The two groups of fighters clash and soon break up into smaller focused dogfights. The colonials definitely come out ahead, but not without cost. Utah's Viper goes up in an all-too-brief fireball when struck by a missile. Fish has slightly better luck, but only just. "Frak me - Flight, Fish, got two of them on me. They took out my engine, I'm a sitting duck. Punching out." He does so.
"Copy that, Fish. Colors, are you in a position to go fish him out?" Fish, haha. The pun was probably unintentional. Probably.
Aubrey's Viper streaks in behind the Raider chasing Astrea and Bami's Raptor. She triggers her KEW and shreds through its tail armor. Combined with Mason's shot to its nose, the thing explodes and she flashes through the debris, spiraling to try and avoid the missile that is locked onto her. No such luck, it strikes her Viper's Tail, but she's still flying. "Someone get that heavy off me!" Banshee shouts over the comm.
"We got a few of 'em," Astraea grumbles, unhappy about the number of heavies. They've been seeing more and more of them, as of late. Her Talon lands, solid enough, but it doesn't shake the one on Aubrey's tail. Not hard enough. So she just angles in the bird all that much more. "Might wanna brace yourself," she warns Bami quietly. "Jigger, Nova... Might wanna help wit' Banshee. She's gettin' hit hard." Trusting in her own ability to evade more than the other Viper stick's, apparently. And then, to her backseater. "If you see an opening, get on that KEW. It's hairy out here."
As the talon streaks out from his raptor, Connor flies in a wide arc around the approaching raider. The missile hits but only glancing. Using maneuvering thrusters to do a quick spin he races off towards Fish's contact, "Copy that, Whisper. I got him."
"Colors, Jar. Knick-Knack will watch the kids while you go Fishin'." Mason offers, turning his viper around after ripping the nose off of one with his KEW that got too close to Connor's Raptor. The large pilot settles back in the seat, watching over the field of battle, and when a Raider gets too close to mess with the Raptor, his Viper turns into the chase.
And then they close with the enemy and firing ensues! Kymoto goes in weapons hot, firing his KEW at the Raider that Leonie has chosen to target. The Canveron Lieutenant stays back and off of her wing, watchful for anything that tries to get a bead on them as they dive into the fray. Eager and glad to be into action so quickly, Kymoto cues up his music and starts bopping away like a fiend to the firing of his KEW! Then his HUD flashes warnings of a missile lock and he twists his viper, flaps up on one side and down on the other to flip him around and evade it easily. So far, so good, then he comes back up and around to line up again off of his new wingman's port side, watching for a new target and threats. One might think he was enjoying himself.
Hallie dodges the shots fired at her, but the resulting maneuvers impair her aim enough that her shot is only a glancing one. But when Eva takes down her pursuit, she immediately pivots to follow her target more directly. "Thanks, Cherry; I'll try to return the favor!"
Bami hums to himself, "Jamming in the morning, jamming in the evening, jamming at supper time," while working over the controls of his ECM. Then his comms light up, as he calls back to Aubrey, "Doing what I can, and gonna keep pouring it on." Then the command comes from the pilot, and the ECO nods. "I hear ya, shortstack. Trying to jam big momma as I can."
Alain flies hard on the tail of one of the raiders tracking Nova's raptor, lines up a shot... but the slippery thing evades. "Frak. Gods, don't let this be one of their top jockeys. Banshee, a hand?" he calls, a moment before she calls for assistance. "Copy that, Banshee. Let's ditch this raider and get on those heavies."
Leonie hisses an invective between her teeth as her shots miss, and she's forced to break off her attack run at the last second. Belly up, her viper barrels past a friendly maneuvering in uncomfortably close, and she cranes her neck around to put eyes on the heavy that was harrassing her wingman a moment ago. Except it's now firing on their raptor. She swivels her viper into a barrel roll, mindful of the raider lining up shots on her as she mentally calculates her vector of attack.
Gwyndolen evades a raider's fire, returning with a flurry of her, although it makes only the slightest impact. "It's a pretty lethal form of babysitting," she comments. "Colors, Knick-Knack, fish away. Good luck."
Aubrey's turns her bird on the Raider that was shooting at Jigger, only to find it's circled back to come at her now. "Stick to the one you're on, it's coming back around, Jiggs!" she calls over the comm, triggering her KEW and tilting up on one wing to avoid some debris from the ships that were destroyed in the last pass. She sends a stream of fire across the Raider's nose, and it looks like the ship is definitely limping.
"Well, I never did ask about what type of discipline ya believed in, Knick Knack." Mason responds as he flips his Viper on it's nose, streaking by the Raider targetting him and seems to be on the good side of the strafing run carried about by the two craft. "But you know, oil the rod, spoil the Cylon." he says with a snort as he's moving on the attack, once the Raider he was attacking breaks off, and searches out a new target that gets too close to the SAR op.
Oh, you want to play like that, yeah? You picked the wrong redhead. That would be the one in the viper. The one in the raptor has a much level head on her shoulders. Eva continues to dance with the raider she's pecking away at, trying her level best to keep it off of Axion. Which apparently pissedi t off, because here it comes...with a few friends.
Stirling jerks the stick to just barely dodge a missile from the Heavy she's dogging. She sends a missile into its side in retaliation, putting a nice hole in the side of the ship. But it's still flying. "Whisper out of missiles, but hopefully those heavies are as well."
There's definitely tension in Alain's voice now, as he takes a shot across the raider's nose. It's not a strong hit though, because he spots the incoming missile, warnings going off in his cockpit, as he tries to pull sharply out of the way. Too late, though, as the missile impacts into the body of his viper, sending alarms blaring all throughout his cockpit as his viper spins uncontrolled for a few moments until he can steer it back to stability. "Banshee, hit pretty bad. Still limping along, though. Where's that frakker?"
Yes! Kymoto gets a target lock and fires away, hammering at the Raider and following it through as it tries to evade him. It blows and the Lieutenant gives a whoop, then goes back to beebopping along to his music, pulling his viper around and throttling up. "Axion, Drummer! You've picked one up on your Six o'clock. I'm on him!"
"Jar, Knick-Knack, Colors; multiple contacts honing in on me while I'm fishing, request covering fire." Connor zips off towards Fish to recover the pilot.
"Colors, Jar. We're still here. Don't get yer knickers in a bunch." Mason drawls casually as he moves to intercept one of the Raiders approaching Connor's Raptor.
Aubrey arches her head around, scanning for the heavies. "I think he's out of missiles, Jigger!" she calls over the comm. "Get to the outskirts of the furball if you need to," she tells him.
While trying to adjust trajectory when a missile lock comes in on Alain at the last second, Astraea doesn't account for the one on her Raptor and it just about takes off the right wing of the bird itself. The missile hits and the entire craft just sort of shudders, the fireball enveloping it for a split second in white-orange before the vacuum of space sucks it away. The pilot herself may have been rattled for a few seconds even, but she manages to get ahold of the controls again, even if every alarm in the known 'verse seems to be screaming at her. Frak. "Meteor! Y'alive back there?" She's too busy to even look. "Flight, Nova... we're still kickin'." Is her radio even on? She didn't hear any calls come in on her end- ah, there it is, should be receiving now. Again: "Flight, Nova, we're still here."
Leonie's shots rip through her target this time, though it's hard to say whether she does the lion's share of taking it down. Dialing back her attack, she dances away from the raider firing on her and tries to zip in on her wingman's bogey with some well-placed guns.
"For children, firm but kind," retorts Gwyndolen. "For Cylons, spankings and no supper." She alters her flight path, retargeting to the heavy on Connor. "Colors, Knick-Knack. Am engaged in protecting your posterior."
A curse in Hallie's native Tauran, as a shot momentarily fries her controls and her DRADIS flickers out. She thwacks the panel once, twice... and most of the lights come back on. "Cherry, Ringer... I think I'm still okay," she calls out -- but she does adjust the way she's flying.
As the fighters engage with one another, the capital ships continue to trade fire. The Julien seems to be taking the brunt of the damage, but the Vanguard has taken a few licks too.
"Negative, Banshee. Nova looks pretty beat up, got to keep an eye on her," Jigger replies, as he brings his viper around. "Ahh. There she is."
"Yeah, I'm breathing," Bami grumbles. "Frakking Cylons are gonna-" He has to cut himself off, and take a deep breath before assessing the damage as is. The bird's still up even if it's covered in fire. "Still surppressing, take a big momma out for me, and I'll cook any damned thing you want," he says while reading over DRADIS in prepartion for a chance at another hit.
"Strap in, Fish." mutters Connor to the other pilot ad he's picked up, and immediately he's spinning his raptor and taking aim for the heavy that has a hardon for Fish, "Whisper, Colors. Caught me a fish, re-engaging toasters." he radios.
Eva is a dipping and weaving fool, as she tries to evade the three raiders that all seem to be targeting her. Two, once she manages to clear it, but that isn't much comfort here! Back into the fray. Gods, please don't let the bad thing happen now.
Aubrey zips past the Raider she and Alain have been tangling with, and she fires again, this time across its wing. With his added fire at its nose, it joins the floating debris as more scrap. "Suck it, Toaster!" she crows over the comm. "Moving onto another. Nova, Meteor, how are things in there?" she asks as she banks her bird to chase another Raider.
"That's your legal limit for the season, Colors. Anytime ya feel like cuttin' bait with these other Raiders, Knick-Knack and I'd appreciate it." Mason drawls as he tears his KEW into the wing of one of the Raiders to persuade it away from Gwyndolen before turning his attention to the Heavy going after Connor. "Knick-Knack, Jar, let's pinch that Heavy messing with Colors."
Although the Vanguard forces are doing a good job of thinning out the ships in their little area, there's still a big dogfight going on in the general area around them. More Raiders, the Julien's fighters... and then, winking in out of the blue, a Cylon Basestar joins the fray.
Stirling's ECO fires the rear turret to help take down one of the heavies. She blinks at the sight of the Basestar. "Vanguard, Whisper. Guessing you noticed the Basestar that just popped in. What's the ETA on the jump drives?"
Vanguard's CIC replies back, "We see it, Whisper. Jump drives ready in sixty seconds. RTB."
Stirling then tells the rest of the flight. "Flight, disengage when you have the opportunity. Shout out if you need assistance."
Leonie rolls right in on the raider and fires point blank, shearing off a wing and a good portion of fuselage with her shots. The rest of the thing breaks up as it falls, fuel igniting in a puff of brilliant light as she swoops away - and right into the crosshairs of one of her pursuers. "Shit," she grumbles under her breath, slapping a button to turn off bitchin' betty as she assesses the damage with quick, stolen glances while vectoring in for an attack on her attacker. "Drummer, Axion, took a pretty bad hit. Would appreciate if you could blow this frakker out of the sky for me."
The stars wheel around and Kymoto stays focused as he fires away at the Raider trying to tail Leonie. He hits it but not good enough to take it out. Then the alignment shifts and he skips firing for a second so not to overshoot and hit her viper. 'Drummer' slews a bit to the side and sashays to port to try and get a better angle of fire. The throttle is pushed up, "Axion, Drummer. Work'n on it. Lead a wiggle towards 12 o'clock relative to your position if you can and I'll nail him, over." Yanoo, unless she decides to tell him otherwise.
Alain comes up along the upper-side of the raider he and Banshee are targeting. His shot grazes the nose of the raider, a moment before Aubrey's fire hits the wing. Jigger's whooping call is indication enough of the toaster's death. "Nova, Jigger. Sticking close by your side, we're on you soon as you head for the barn."
No, Astraea is not doing very well... Which is probably why she angles up by Alain's Viper as if she were his wingman. Strength in numbers, right? "Jigger, Nova... Mind if I lean on ya back ta base?" She's still keying in talons as she can and they're still hitting hard enough. Along with Stirling's ECO, another Heavy drops. To Meteor, she notes: "I think a trip ta th'Mess fer a big meal is warranted when we get back." All the carbs. All of them. When the call to return to base goes, she takes a deep breath, pleased. "Flight, Nova... Thank Apollo. Headin' back in. Keepin' on Jigger's wing." Just in case. Not that a Viper could do terribly much.
"Splash one," Hallie calls out victoriously to Eva, even as she pulls a sharp turn to join Eva in targeting the remaining raider pursuing her wingmate. "Let's mop up what we can and get back to the barn."
"Jar, Knick-Knack. Let's give this heavy a polite farewell," says Gwyndolen, wheeling her Viper around to target the heavy on a second run.
"Might be the other way around, Nova," Jigger replies, with a hint of amusement. There's one last raider in their path, and he targets it as they head for the Vanguard.
Aubrey chases after one of the remaining raiders, but her shots go wide as it spins away from her. "Jigger, Nova, Meteor, let's get back to the barn!" she calls over the comm to the others. She takes up rear guard, since her ship is less damaged than Alain's Viper or Astraea and Bami's Raptor.
Spinning around to try to minimize the damage as the heavy's kew smashes a few bullets into the ship, Connor calls out, "Frak me but that heavy did not want to let go of Fish. Jar, Knick-Knack, Colors: I owe you guys a drink. Disengaging." And with that, Connor turns and rushes back to Vanguard.
The colonials manage to take out a couple more ships, but then they're pulling back. "Flight, prepare for combat landings everyone. We're going to be jumping in a hurry," Stirling warns. She keeps her Raptor towards the rear of the pack to make sure everyone gets back safely.
Kymoto focuses hard and stays -tight- on the Raider he's trying to nail down. Leonie does a beautiful job of drawing the Raider into a turn to present profile and Kymoto adjusts flaps slightly to make the best of the angle. As the HUD's targeting helps him line it up, the KEW hammers away to blow the Raider off of Axion's tail. "Axion, Drummer! I got him! You are clear, over!" He might be sweating a touch, but eyes sharp Kymoto keeps his head on a swivel to watch out for more hostiles.
"Colors, Jar, make sure you take a picture for your vacation book." Mason replies mildly after pulling back alongside of Gwyndolen, forming up on her and the Raptor. "Now comes the fun part, check out time." he offers with a snort and a laugh. "Depends, Colors, your hooch any good? I may have given Knick-Knack something a little strong once."
Bami takes a moment to look away from his portion of the ship, and one look at the damage brings him a bit oa surprise. "Frak", he curses, and moves over to KEW. When he's found a target, he fires off a shot at one of the enemy Raiders. "When you said we'd be on fire together- I really, really didn't expect it to be so frakking soon!" "I read you, Banshee."
Alain's final shot -- it could be termed as a 'frak you' -- goes zooming across the raider's bow and along its wing. Not enough to disable it, but as much as the urge to hunt it down and finish it is strong, they have orders, and his viper isn't at its best. There's still warning sounds in his cockpit as he says, "Banshee, Jigger. Roger that. Heading back to the barn." Maybe he's showing off: even in his heavily damaged viper, he manages an impressively neat landing.
Damnit! There are still enemies out there! I mean...they could totally take a basestar? Right, right? Or at least a few more raiders. Well, probably not. And she can feel a few stitches popping, so yeah, Eva heads back towards the Vanguard setting the ship down as neat and pretty as you please. The better not to tear something.
Aubrey sets her Viper down in its combat landing without a problem and hangs on for the jump they know is coming.
Leonie has taken some hits, but apparently not enough to hamper her handling of the viper too badly. She wobbles just a touch as she swoops in for a combat landing, but sticks it without destruction of Fleet property and skids to a lurching halt before the jump engines kick in.
It's probably good they're given the all-clear to return to barn. Especially with that basestar appearing. Astraea just stares at it for a moment before shaking herself back to the moment. She sends out a final volley of Talons, but they do little. "Told you to brace for it," she warns Bami as she angles them back towards the Vanguard... at near-full throttle. Combat landings it is and alongside Jigger's equally damaged Viper, at that. Her landing isn't stellar; the struts land badly, one snapping free as the bird itself suddenly has to deal with gravity sans-wing, slamming into the flight deck and veering side-long into one of the elevators. It finally stutters to a halt... and gets to stay that way until the jump.
Kymoto keeps an eye on Leonie and follows her in, watching her go in for her landing first. She's the one who's been hit, not him. Axion does just fine, barely a wobble but then she's RTB and in safely. Drummer waits his turn and when he's given the green to come on in, he does so smoothly with practiced ease. Even if it is his first ever landing on board a Cruiser. Nothing for Deck to come hunting his head, yet. Soon as he's in, he throttles down and waits for directions to taxie once the lift takes him up to the hanger, then parks. The whole disengage and pop his canopy before he removes his helmet and looks around to see what shape his fellow pilots are in.
Making a passable, if not especially impressive landing, Connor radios, "Colors is down." And then he begins the post-flight checklist. There's always checklists of things to do and Connor's that guy who a) loves lists and b) loves checking boxes in lists. Even if they're all in his head.
Stirling is the last to land, and maybe she was a little distracted by the basestar too because it was not the smoothest landing in the world. Once the ships are down, the Vanguard and Julien jump away to lick their wounds.