The //Vanguard's// Air Wing makes the first move in retaking a Cylon-Controlled fueling station.
Location: Frontier Station QTYM3 (Picon Space)
Related Scenes: None
Plot: Operation: Cat and Mouse
Scene Number: 251
Scene 251 - Area/Frontier Station Qtym3
Scene 251 - Area/Frontier Station Qtym3
Scene 251 - Area/Frontier Station Qtym3
The Picon Navy sent over an ensign from Intelligence to provide the briefing for the mission.
"Late in 2231, in cooperation with Graystone Industries, Frontier Fuels of Caprica had their deep-space service and refueling stations changed from manned to automated to show one of the benefits of having an automated station that wouldn't require constant food resupply. The station in the Picon system, QTYM3 and it's three fuel pods was upated in early 2232. At the start of the Cylon Uprising, Picon forces attempted to sieze the station, knowing that the tyllium fuel, nearly 50,000 gallons worth, would be useful to the effort on both sides. Unfortunately, the Cylons seized the stations early in the uprising and have been able to hold them since.
"As part of our efforts to help free up resources for the Picon Navy and Resistance, we have been tasked with liberating the station and getting it secured for the Picon Navy to come and set up for refueling their ships as well as Vanguard."
"It has been estimated that there is a company strength unit of Cylons on the station - between 12 to 16 Centurions and the original 4 man service crew. Aerial Reconnaisance has seen at least two air combat patrols in the vicinity, one active, one on standby, with a Cutter jumping in once every two weeks for refuelling. Our mission is to either capture and hold the station until the Picon Navy can get on station - or to destroy it should the objective become unable to secure. Our first task is to clear the fighter screens from the station so that Marines may land and start their sweep to clear the station. Cherry, you'll be lead bird. Knick-Knack, you're her second."
After launching from the Vanguard some distance away from the station, the Air Wing prepares to enter the station's airspace...
Banshee is formed up, as usual, on Jigger's wing. Aubrey is in good spirits today, because she and Alain are both one kill shy of double ace and winning their bet. But also because this will greatly help Picon, and that is her home. "Jigger, Banshee, what do we do if we both get a kill today?" she asks him, grinning through the canopy.
Quiet during the briefing, Alain goes through his normal pre-launch sequence: cranking the music, drumming along as he checks and re-checks his instruments, waiting for his turn to take off from the Vanguard. Once he's in the air, there's less nerves, more focus, though his music remains loud pre-contact. It doesn't take long for him to find his place alongside Aubrey, giving her his customary thumbs-up and grin through the cockpit window. The Gemenese music can be heard as he responds to Banshee: "I don't know; do each other's laundry?"
As soon as the flight begins to launch, Cherry pulls the wing into formation, "Flight, Cherry. I want a tight formation. Razor, you're on me. Jar, you're with Knick-Knack." We're going in there slow and low. I want to give the raptors plenty of time to suss out exactly what those fighters are doing. Give us a chance to potentially catch them unawares. Remember, the objective is, is at all possible, to preserve the station, so be mindful of how close you go in. The last thing we need is to blow all that fuel And ourselves."
There were no questions from Kell during the briefing and after the Vanguard deposits the strike group, he is his usual quiet self while the flight is on the way to its objective. When the wing assingments for this mission is set, Razor shoots back a quick acknowledgement, "Cherry, Razor. I copy." A slight adjustment with his flightstick brings his Viper a little closer towards Eva's, forming up on her starboard side as the continue onwards.
Calliope flies with the pack of Timber Wolves en route to the station. Raptor loaded up, ready as she ever is. She gets her bird in formation, no questions from her. "Yell if I need to make any super-fast turns, Sweetheart," she says to her ECO.
Despite her efforts, Priya has not actually managed to smuggle a cup holder back into Calliope's Raptor after their earlier interaction in the Hanger. The ECO is quiet as she checks DRADIS as they come into view of the station on their systems. "Flight, this is Sweetheart. I am detecting some serious action on DRADIS. Around 35 Anti-Ship mines. They'll read as small blips. Frak." The Tauron pauses. "Flight, I'm also picking up a heavy directly in the path of the station. Looks like he's putting out more explosive welcoming mats. Fly slow. Recommend ECO jamming of Viper flight path to clear them and leave them inert."
Connor has no problem with getting into formation, so keeps things tight and orderly. Over to Tanner he ship-coms: "So, we need to set up a regular game of Triad." That's what his thoughts are on until things go active, gambling. There's a reason he has his callsign. "For the flight wi--" but his voice trails off. Mines. Suddenly he's paying a whole LOT of attention to DRADIS.
Forming up with Gwyndolen, Mason settles in his Viper, toggling his comm. "Flight, Jar. Formin' up on Knick-Knack." As he hears the warning of the mines, he gives a small grunt. "Sounds like they put out the welcome mat."
A bit uncharacteristically quiet, Astraea goes through pre-flight and even takeoff without saying more than necessary. Once in the air, she settles into formation along with the other Raptors; out and behind the Vipers. She's at the corner and near the wingtips of one of the jocks. "Cherry, Nova. Copy." She's not even humming.
"Jigger, Banshee. Can I trust you with my delicates?" Aubrey quips, returning the thumbs up, though that ends quickly at the news of mines. "Frak," she mutters off comm. Flying slow just makes them easy targets, flying fast makes them go boom with the mines. This is bad news all around. She throttles down her Viper.
As usual, Tanner lets Connor play chauffeur while he does the work of making sure everything is calibrated and ready to blow things up. Also as usual, he's humming to himself as he does so, at least until they get close enough for the DRADIS to pick up some unknown targets. "Colors, I'm detecting a bunch of..." Oh, so that's what they are. "What she said." Tapping a finger against the display as if it makes things magically appear, he looks for the heavy she mentioned.
Double-Tap was gaming the entire briefing. Well, at least he was looking down at his game while the briefing was going on. Not to be rude but anyone that's anyone knows he needs to split his attention to be able to focus. He does his best concentrating when he's not concentrating. It's weird. It's a gamer thing. Anyway, the moment they were ready to move out, Double-Tap's game disappeared into one of his pockets and voila! Ready for action. "Yeah, uh, I see a swarm. And not one of our usual clank yankers, either." Double-Tap peers closer at the DRADIS and starts twisting some knobs as if he can make what he's looking at make more sense. "... oh." Either he's heard everything else on the wireless or he's figured it out on his own. Or both! Probably both! The quipping and such have trailed off now because not good. Not good at all. "... well. this is /seriously/ uncalled for." They're going to need a bigger Master Sword.
The one mine-laying heavy is not the only raider in the area. DRADIS contacts show eight Raiders and three other Heavies. In perhaps good news, if the Heavies are laying mines, they most likely do not have access to missiles, since they would replace the launchers with the mine-laying equiment.
There's an amused snort from Alain. "Should've thought of that before you made the bet, Banshee," he replies to Aubrey, amused. Of course, that amusement evaporates, along with his music, as he flicks it off when he hears Priya mention mines. "Just like pilot quals, folks. No sweat." He sounds confident, at least, though he's hunched in his pilot seat, staring alternately at DRADIS and the window.
Gwyndolen forms up with Mason. "Jar, Knick-Knack. Forming up on? What is this 'on?'" It's only a small, short tease, as she falls queit at the news of mines and peers at her DRADIS.
Bami didn't have much to add to any form of conversation when the briefing hits. He wait until they're all out, and heads to his assigned Raptor to do his pre-flight checks. When they're in off the Vanguard he goes to checking DRADIS until bogeys start showing up. "Can confirm, Sweetheart. 30+ blips on DRADIS, no read on the big ship." Then he drops off comms, grumbling, <<Of course they've got toys waiting for us.>>
"Flip, you ruined a perfectly good day, man." Connor sighs wistfully after ship-comming: if only the toasters would hold still and let him shove missles up their... toaster slots? The analogy doesn't quite work. Still. "Jar, Knick-Knack, let's not break up a streak. We'll jam your path and follow you in. Right, Flip?"
"Meteor, Flip, and Doubletap - Sweetheart. Are you picking up additional DRADIS contacts in the area?" Priya confirms, flashing Calliope a slow and hold gesture as she responds over the comms. "I'm reading 8 raiders. 3 Heavies." She inhales a slow breath. "Flight how would you like us to proceed?"
Calliope has her eyes focused ahead of her into space - safety first! - but catches Priya's gesture in the reflection of her paneling. She nods, eases off the throttle, and maintains her position amidst the flight formation. "Ready when you are, flight."
"Vipers, we're going to need to let the raptors take the lead on this one. We can't risk getting too close to them and detonating the mines they're trying to deactivate. We will engage with the raiders and attempt to draw them away from the raptors, while they clear a path in towards the station. Our mission is not the station. Our mission is to clear this airspace. Raptors, select your quadrants and get to work. Vipers, proceed in."
As the raptors move out, selecting their targets, Cherry, along with Razor on her wing, move out to support them. She doesn't get too close, which means that, for the most part, the raptors will have to be fending for themselves while the ECOs work to disable the mines.
Usually, Connor is a bit of an aggressive pilot: but with all of these mines around, he keeps things cool and collected. With his eyes focused on DRADIS, he catches sight of a raider coming in at him, and he's happily sends it a giftwrapped talon right back. There's such love in Colors.
Aubrey streaks around the outskirts of the minefield, trailing a ways behind Alain's Viper. She's flying much more carefully than usual. Seems like the Banshee's slow down trigger is the word 'MINES'.
Picking up on the arrivial of the Colonial forces, it seems that the Raiders and Heavies are not going to make the air wing fly to them through the minefield, instead, they maneuver through to start their own attacks on the air wing, leaving the mines in place so that the air wing will still have to deal with them. One Heavy remains within the field, continuing to lay it's remaining mines.
"Sweetheart, this is Meteor. No ID on those bogey's yet. Just the mines." Bami pauses, checking over DRADIS one more time as he readies for jamming. "Vipers'll have our backs on those while we do our work." There's a slight whisper in Scorpian as the ECO awaits the move out. <<Spirits guide me.>>
With the extra variable of mines being thrown in, Kell stays tight with his wingman, Eva, following her through her maneuvers which means he is also maintaining distance for the time being from the Raptors as they go about deactivating the mines. He does keep an eye on bogeys that are inbound, a bit worried that the upcoming furball will throw everyone into the minefield.
Alain's expression is a picture of concentration. One last check of locations is given -- with a confirming glance out the window, not that he can see much -- before he pulls left, targeting a raider he sees bearing down on Connor and Tanner's raptor.
"Flight, Cherry, I'm marking that heavy (Heavy4) coming on on the starboard side of Banshee and Jigger. It's not laying mines, which means it may have it's normal complement of missiles. Do not target, evasive action only."
<<Nothing worse than usual,>> Astraea notes dryly. She's already got the talons warmed up and, upon finding a worthy target, keys it in.
Gwyndolen holds back, flying in maneuvers well back from the mines, focussing on the raiders for now. "Jar, Knick-Knack," she calls out. "Keeping an eye on those you've on your tail."
Double-Tap quips back and forth with Link for reasons but he's also in the middle of trying to make sure that the ECM is working up to snuff. After all, mines are bad, mmkay!
"Knick-Knack, Jar. Really need to change my after-shave. Didn't know I was so damn attractive to the frakkers. Yer supposed to be the hot one." Mason states, using Gwyndolen's own dry tone as he moves to engage.
"Try to keep them off of us." Tanner comms to Connor. "I'll work on the mines." And if they both do their jobs well, they'll get to get drunk later.
The talon flies out and explodes just off the side of the toaster bus, but not enough to do anything like real damage: but at the moment Connor is way, way too busy upping the gee's and twisting weaving his raptor in and out of the streams of lead that try very hard to tickle him where one doesn't tickle a stranger. "Flight, Colors, frak me but we're taking heavy fire from a pair of toasters who are not at all happy about the whole turning off their mines thing. Request assist."
Bami returns to silence after that first little prayer to the unseen. He fires away, gaze on DRADIS for a positive read. It's clearly going well when when they're not all blown up, but he's cautious nonetheless. He sets up again, readying for another of jamming explosives.
As a Raider comes in at her wingman, Aubrey lines it up and fires her KEW. The shots chew up the body of the light ship, and she must have hit something critical because the Raider goes dead and spins aimlessly away from Jigger's Viper. "Scratch one! Jigger, Banshee, your tail is temporarily clear, and still adorable!" Then the missile from the heavy slams into her port side and she grunts from the impact. "Flight, Banshee, that Heavy has missiles!"
There's a slow exhale as the first of the mines in their path is suppressed. "Nice shooting, 'Bite," Priya calls as she watches Calliope's target blink off of DRADIS. She can't focus overly on the combat as it comes, licking her lips beneath her helmet. "Flight, Sweetheart. Well done round one - through."
Mindful of the, well, mines, Alain's perhaps more cautious about his attack run than he normally is at the start of combat. His awareness of his surroundings allows him to easily evade the KEW fire that trails harmlessly in his wake as he chases down the raider targeting the raptor. He manages a shot to the body, not enough to knock him out though. "Banshee, Jigger. Appreciate the save. Guess I'll be doing your laundry later?" he's grinning, and it's audible in his voice as he spins around for another shot at the raider.
Even as their Raptor gets rocked by a hit from one of the heavies, Astraea is silent. She does frown that her own target remains aloft and just adjusts her own trajectory. There's a few adjustments to flight pattern as she angles in after the raider, trying to get a better shot.
"Knick-Knack, Jar. Thanks for shaking and baking my tail-feathers." Mason offers as he inverts his Viper, firing several shots into the cockpit of one of the pursuing Raiders as he turns his attention to finding another target to open up at as he waits to hear the all-clear on the minefield.
Gwyndolen swoops in, strafing a raider that evades her fire. "Jar, Knick-Knack," she replies crisply. "Funny, more often I am accused of being cold." She keeps a close watch on her DRADIS, aware of the mines below as she picks her target.
"Banshee, if you need to pull back, do it. Flight, you are not cleared to engage that Heavy. Clear the rest of the targets. Let it expend the last of its ordinance. We'll know once it switches to its KEW." Her own target eliminated, Eva moves in flying directly into the path of the missile-laden heavy, attempting to force it to fire on her or risk a collision.
Tanner studies the mines as they don't explode and starts humming again. What do you know, it worked. He's not a betting man but since it worked once, let's let it ride.
Double-Tap gives himself five when things go his ECM way and Link manages to keep them from getting missiled. That's always a good sign. "1 Up, Link!" And then he's back on his counter measures of electronics to make sure that he's going for broke once again. Might be pressing his luck but why not. "... game on."
Calliope concentrates on her shooting at the force of Cylons they face coming toward the station. She tries to keep half her attention on Priya's work in the backseat. But there are many Cylons. They're distracting!
When one of the Heavy Raiders engages Astraea's Raptor, Kell flips his Viper into an inverted dive and makes his attack run at high speed, an attempt to cut at the heavy and then get away before its turrets can track him, however the Centurion piloting the big craft is rather elusive. Luck is not on Razor's side as his autocannon rounds are dodged rather spectacularly by the larger Raider. As he pulls back, he spots his wingman going after a Raider, only to be chased by another, "Cherry, Razor, watch your six, you have one on you. Trying to peel him off."
A Raider comes in on a pass to engage Aubrey, and she spins her Viper in a barrel roll to dodge the fire from the light. She returns fire and strafes the Raider's cockpit, messing up the paint job for sure. "This one is a wiggler!" she calls over comm.
Grinding his teeth with some frustration, Connor spins his raptor, and there's a loud crack-crack-crack-crack as a stream of projectiles scrapes against his missile launcher -- fortunately its just enough to scrape up the paint and not do real damage. He hisses, "Flight, Colors, so I'm taking that as a no on the assist request?"
Eva manages to evade both of the enemy fighters on her, her voice coming over the comms as she sees the heavy, close enough to kiss, activate it's KEW, "The heavy is out of missiles, feel free to engage all targets." And she she does. Might as well try to finish off the one she's staring down. "Colors, there are enemy ships still engaging. Is that not part of your job?"
<<Frak!>> the Scorpian ECO shouts. Between the earlier hit and his own miss Bami's losing a bit of his focus. He closes his eyes for a beat, and opens then to a narrow gaze that's locked onto DRADIS. After a few seconds of breathing he readies himself for jamming the mines again.
And... done. No more boom. At least not from these and any others are too far away for Tanner to take care of. He'll just have to trust the others to do their part. Meanwhile, a raider is on their tail with intentions he doesn't at all approve of. Which means it's time to express his disapproval in more tangible ways.
"That's our mine field gone, 'Bite," Priya informs Calliope as she shifts her suppression focus to the oncoming Cylon's. "Fly freer."
<<I'll get us back there.>> It's calm. Maybe too much so? Either way, Astraea pulls the Raptor around to make sure Bami's within the window he needs for the mine field, while trying to focus on getting at least some talons out to assist those in her assigned wing. It's some slightly harsher flying than the Raptor may like, mind.
"Gottiiiiiim!" Double-Tap has another mini-celebration before he gets back to focusing up. He's not worried about mines anymore. Now he's worried about keeping people alive. His hands are always on the move to make sure they stay ready for ECM action.
There's a quick exchange of fire between Alain and one of the raiders; Jigger managing to avoid the raider's aggressive fire, while scoring a solid hit on the raider's body. Unfortunately, the raider's still going, though it's looking decidedly worse for wear. "Colors, Flip, Jigger. Stop wearing that raider-attracting perfume, would you? Every time I pull him away he goes right back to you."
"Seem you have an admirer, Knick-Knack." Mason reports. "Coming up across your backside to try to nail it. And if I recall, I ain't never called ya cold. Not that I've tried to call ya at all.." the yet is left unsaid.
"Nicely done, Sweets," Calliope says with a grin at that announcement from her ECO. Her flying loosens up, though she stills keeps it close to the formation of Mason and Gwyn's Vipers.
Gwyndolen becomes a little preoccupied with flying than banter, the pattern of her flight changing as she tries to shake the heavy. "Sometimes I think toasters have a weakness for good breeding."
This time around, Kell's autocannon fire is deadly accurate as the rounds completely shred the Raider, its body breaking apart and then exploding, "Cherry, Razor, got one of them off of your tail. The other one appears to be more focused on its evasion program than attacking." With the number of hostiles cut down by about half, Razor quickly takes a look to see who else may be in trouble or which targets aren't being swarmed by Colonian birds, making it difficult to make his own attack run. Picking out one of the Heavies, Kell moves to assist Calliope with her target, "Soundbite, coming to assist."
Oh this raider is a pain in the ass. Aubrey dives and rises up behind it, but it manages to evade her KEW fire. Even as the Heavy comes back after her, with its canon this time. Fortunately, it misses her. "I'm gonna have to go into hard mode this time," she mutters.
"I know my fraking job." Connor grunts, but there's a bark of a laugh before he remembers to turn off the squadron com, so he adds: "Jigger, Colors. At least there's not a few of them fighting over my ass anymore. Nice hit, Jigger, Flip." With him no longer responsible for keeping steady so the mines can be disarmed, he turns and suddenly streaks towards the heavy that he's been tossing missiles at, letting a talon fly as he zips by.
All four ECOs will be able to identify that the minefield is now inert and passable to start a direct landing for the Marines to make on the station. With the remaining mines deactivated, the station sends up it's remaining Raiders to intercept the flight, but they are currently out of range to engage.
Eva is still flying close and tight with the heavy, despite the fact that, or perhaps because it's looking to find another target. "I am seriously not feeling any love right now."
After that last run Bami's got his eyes on DRADIS. It may not be telling him he's winning a million cubits, but when he's sure the signals have died out he lets out what amounts to a grunt of pleasure. With the mines now out of mind he changes over to KEW, and starts readying up a hail of fire for the first heavy he sees.
"Razor, Soundbite. I'll keep my firing line clear of your Viper. Always a pleasure to have you flying by my bus." Calliope does a few quick adjustments to narrow her targeting vector. Nose angling up for the best aim she can manage.
There's that familiar whoop from Jigger as the raider finally goes down under combined fire. "Colors, Jigger. Anytime. Sticking close in case that wiggle attracts them," he responds with a laugh. "On your target," he adds to the raptor pilot, bringing his viper alongside, banking left to attack the heavy from another vector.
"Razor and Soundbite, this is Sweetheart. Shifting to rear KEW to provide cover fire," Priya reports, sliding into her new position so her jamming don't interfere with the cross of fire.
Double-Tap puts his Callsign to good use with the knobs and the switches and the pushing of buttons. He grabs a few of the bad news in his sights and preps for some serious ECM action. Mad focused, man.
Taking a bit more time to navigate through the debris, Kell climbs his Viper upwards and then loops back to set up his attack run on the Heavy Raider, coordinating his attack with Calliope and Priya. Once in range, he pulls the trigger and a stream of tracer rounds mixed in with regular rounds zip towards the Cylon.
Gwyndolen's fire falls short of her target, but she's far more preoccupied in dodging the heavy's fire. She swoops and serves, evading it neatly. It's a pretty piece of flying, but no one's stopping to watch in the middle of a fire fight. For obvious reasons.
Calliope's shot is wide of her Cylon quarry. She brings her Raptor about, trying not to muss with Priya's backseat targeting too much as she reevaluates the field. "Jar, Soundbite. Moving to add fire support on your bandit."
As one target goes and Bami manages to take care of that mine, Astraea hits the thrusters to return to her proper wing position. And finally -- albeit briefly -- finds her voice. "Razor, Nova... Joinin' on her wing ta help wit' that heavy."
The tricksy light Raider is just playing with Aubrey at this point. She scores another small wound across it's starboard side, but the thing is still up and flying. At least it misses Link and Yohan with its fire. "Who built the cylon flying this thing?!" she barks.
Connor's talon streaks through and hits the heavy raider dead center, the explosion practically ripping it apart-- though it had plenty of help. Checking DRADIS, "Jigger, Colors. We work well together my good man." And then he spins his raptor around to find a contact moving in on one of his wing-mates, so he launches another talon.
"I know, right?" Man, this thing simply will not go down. And now Eva's even more angry than she was before. This could end very well, or...extremely poorly. "One more go around, and then I'm switching off."
"Dammit, alright, definetly need to work on the targetting practice when we get a chance." Mason mutters to himself. "Knick-Knack, colors, I'm gonna work on keeping our flight clean. You okay over tehre."
Another whoop from Jigger signals his target his down. "Colors, Jigger, nice work," he calls on the heels of Connor's own comms. He grunts as more targets close in, switching to the raiders and leaving the heavy cleanup to those already focused on them. "Banshee, Jigger. How're you doing over there?" he calls, as he makes a sharp turn to line up an attack run.
"Jigger, Banshee. This light is being flown by Hermes himself. Come help take it down!"
A new challenger approaches. Bami checks over DRADIS after unleashing that hail of gunfire. It's still up, and there's a growl grumbling at the back of his throat. There's a hasty change of targets when he gets sights on them, and is waiting for that perfect little moment to squeeze the trigger.
"That's a damned slippery thing," is Gwyndolen's comment on the raider, to no one in particular but with her coms open. However, she retargets. She'll let someone else have the glory of taking that bastard down. Unless it survives the next round.
Aubrey has clearly had enough of this dodgy little bastard of a light Raider. She guns the Viper's engines, soars up and over the enemy ship, then passes it and drops into a 180 spin to fire directly into its cockpit. The cockpit shrapnel shreds through the Cylon flying it. "Woohoo! There it goes. Thanks for the help Sweetheart!"
"Banshee, Jigger. Looks like you're doing pretty fine from here," Alain responds to his wingmate as he sees her target blip to nothing on DRADIS. "Meanwhile..." despite a solid hit to the raider's body, it keeps flying, earning a grit of teeth.
"Just a little assist Banshee," Priya replies, watching with glee as the Raider is shredded. "Pleasure watching you take it out."
Eva's silent, as she blows through the heavy that was dogging them for so long. She takes a minute, like a woman swirling under the rain, to feel the shrapnel pattering down on her canopy, before she turns to engage the next target.
There's a direct hit from the ECO, and a short grunt of happiness. He almost cracks a smile until it returns fire and lands a hit on the Raptor. <<Bitch,>> Bami grumbles, and returns fire in some seemingly childish game of tit for tat.
Calliope keeps flying, keeps firing, keeps trying not to take Cylon fire to the face. Mostly, she succeeds, though she can't quite put her target away. She pulls up to go for another pass.
"Meteor, Nova. Banshee. Coming to assist with that pest on your tail!" Aubrey calls out as she redirects. "Sweetheart, Banshee, staaaahp. You'll make me blush!"
With the numbers dwindling down, Mason uses his Viper to try to keep the attention off of Gwyndolen, linking back up with her as she goes on the attack. "Knick-Knack, Jar, we're almost done with this clean up."
Kell continues to chase atfter hte Raider that is pursing his wingman, having a much easier time after the brutal hit Jigger inflicted upon it. Doing a quick roll to buy himself distance so he doesn't overshoot his target, Razor makes another run at the Raider that eluded his previous salvo.
Gwyndolen keeps a close eye on her DRADIS. "Jar, Knick-Knack," she calls out. "It does look like that. Go away, ugly little toaster."
Aubrey screams in perpendicular to the Raider firing at Astrea and Bami's Raptor, and she shreds it's starboard side with KEW fire before breaking off to tip up on a wing to evade the fire from another enemy ship. "Nova, Banshee. It's still up, take care! Coming in for another pass." She banks to come back around.
The last two Raiders are easy to finish off, leaving debris around the space port, but an opening for the Marines to be able to get through with their mission tomorrow. The refueling station waits in the distance, it's lights still powered on, still looking like a friendly place to land.. but this whole battle just proved it's not.