The Timber Wolves fly in support of the rescue operations on Cape Shediac.
Location: Over Cape Shediac
Related Scenes: None
Plot: Operation: Cat and Mouse
Scene Number: 268
Scene 268 - Over Cape Shediac
Aubrey is tense, nervous during the briefing. These are Picon's citizens in those camps. Addison had been one of those prisoners. Anger boils under the surface, but is tempered by the fear of failing in this mission.
Eva was not about to miss this fight, even if she had to finagle permission from a medic willing to look the other way. Hey, this is important business and all. So here she is, waiting for launch, a hand reaching out to touch the Leonese flag in her cockpit, soft words that aren't a prayer, but are likely some bit of imagined conversation with the pilot that flag represents helping her to pass the time before she launches.
Addison Walker, no stranger to a viper's cockpit, but still, a stranger in a strange land, in Wolf country, waits in silence, hands white knuckled on the controls in waves. Tense, relax, tense, relax. No sign of any stress, however, can be seen on his face or in his voice.
Van doesn't want to be here. He wants to be much closer to Havison and any hope of finding his fiancee, friend, and any surviving Marines from the missing Raptor. But before he was CF, he was Picon Nacy, and he has a job to do, so he's in his nicotine-scented flightsuit, curled into his cockpit. Focus on the immediate, focus on the immediate. It's all that he can do, checking and rechecking his controls, readouts, DRADIS, and his cockpit canopy.
Emrys sits in his cockpit, waiting for the off. He hums softly to himself to mark the time, a slow and deliberate beat that helps control his breathing. It's hard to be patient, sometimes.
This isn't personal for Alain, but he knows many people for whom it is, and with the stakes high as it is, even he looks a little less calm at the briefing than is normal for the Gemenese pilot. The familiar rituals of his cockpit help, cranking his Gemenese music, fingers tapping against the console as he checks and rechecks instruments while waiting for his turn to take off.
Calliope may've gulped audibly during Stirling's briefing. No pressure. Her flying is level once she's in the air and in the pilot's seat of her Raptor, though. There's little banter between her and her backseater today. Pressure and all.
Kell is also sitting in his cockpit, silent for the time being as he tries to focus his mind on the upcoming mission. The fighting on Picon has been vicious, especially that last one out at the fuel depot. This mission, from the briefing that was given by Stirling, has an equal, if not heavier weight as there is a group of friendlies already inserted into the ground. This is one mission they cannot fail. Keeping his breathing even, Razor just stares out of the canopy for now, looking at the others in the squadron waiting to launch.
There's no being pushed back for Astraea. She proved that at the fueling station. The crumpled wreck that was her Raptor proved as much; it barely made it back to the flight deck. Another bird left for pieces and parts and here she is, waiting for the green light in yet another unfamiliar to her. They don't get their 'own' ship to call home, but even so she feels like she hot seats it more often than not. <<At least this isn't brand new,>> she mumbles, mostly to herself. Anything to shake off the nerves. There's more on the line than usual. This isn't just an offensive or defensive. There's prisoners and their own marines on the line today.
Bami's prepped and ready when the briefing comes. When given the go he moves on to the Raptor, and starts going through pre-flight checks. <<Yes, but I have get used to it now.>> There's a frown when they're in the air, and he goes through checking over DRADIS as he gets ready for battle. <<I'll pray that we can keep this one, but the Cylons always get jealous. Why do you think they blow you up so much?>>
Aubrey sits in her Viper, giving a glance over towards Alain's ship with a tense expression. She's looking for his reassuring usual behaviors that make it feel like just another simple mission. Her wingman still has to do her laundry after losing their bet though.
Eva has become an old hand, unfortunately, at atmospheric insertion, and she's not having much trouble keeping her ship steady, as she pushes in with her wing, Emrys, Addison, Stirling. "Copy that, Whisper, I'm ready toe engage as soon as were within range."
The nerves slip away, as usual, once Alain leaves the Vanguard, slipping in alongside Aubrey's viper. There's that familiar grin and thumbs up -- nevermind there's a hint of something tense in his expression. When Stirling reports contact, he flips his music off, leaning forward to peer at DRADIS. "Banshee, Jigger. You heard what Whisper said. I'm sticking on your ass. If I peel one off you, maybe you'll give me out an out on a week's laundry."
The initial pre-flights finished over, Addison glances over at the last piece of equipment needed and he plugs in the small diskette to the player. The music starts to play as the cockpit seals down and he soon finds himself in space with the rest of the Wolves' wing. A few moments of getting a touch of the bird under his hands again, it's been some time; far too long and with a heavy track record since the last time he flew. A soft muttering of words for himself; not quite a prayer, certainly not a curse as he gets himself reaquainted. Banter beginning to fly over the comms has his eyes refocusing for a moment; callsigns needing a longer moment than he'd like to try and process. Flying with an unfamiliar wing is always a challenge, but to do so into the brunt of a combat scenario brings an extra flair of difficulty.
This time, Van has no calming words for Kell, no reminders of things the younger pilot already knows. "Milkman copies, Whisper." His tenor is tight and sharp as he eases his Viper up behind Calliope's Raptor, taking his usual covering position.
"Whisper, Banshee. Copy that. Jigger, Banshee has your wing," Aubrey states over the comm, adjusting course to fly close to Alain's ship. She gives him a thumbs up in return. His words make her laugh though. "Fat chance of that. You haven't even gotten to the delicates yet!" The joke relaxes her a little bit.
Calliope forms up with Van and Kell's Vipers, as the pack of wolves bears down on Picon. "Milkman, Razor. Soundbite. I have totally got you covered." She tries to sound confident. She's getting better at it. Ish. Her weapons systems warm, while her ECO works the electronic warfare suite in the background.
Emrys eases the bird forward, holding his position in the wing. "Whisper, Hawk. I copy. Weapons hot." He's ready to go, once they see a target. The former flight instructor has done this countless times, but not with real hostiles.
With Pi having been shot down days earlier, Kell can tell that Van is not in the best of moods but that doesn't mean he won't be the other Viper pilot's wingman. Forming up with Milkman, he says over the comms to his wingman, "Milkman, Razor, I'm on your wing." There is a pause before he adds, "Let's clear these skies and you can let Pi know how much fun she missed." The bogeys start appearing on DRADIS and Kell knows it's time to focus, offering thanks to Calliope as they converge on the bandits, "Thanks Soundbite."
His calm ends, and adrenaline starts kicking in when the call comes from Stirling. <<Frak,>> Bami grumbles. <<I can confirm, Nova. Here's to hoping.>> Countermeasure are being prepped, and per usual the heavies draw the ECOs attention. <<Three big mommas and nine kiddies.>>
There's a deep breath taken once her Raptor eases up and into the air... then off of the Vanguard and into the vacuum of space. An easier transition than that the vipers have. It's the same once they break the atmosphere, too. But things get hairy all too quickly, really. <<Once we have those heavies clear, get on the cannon,>> she calls back to Bami, sliding into professional mode. "Flight, Nova... Focusin' on them missile carriers." She's shaking a bit, but trying not to think about it. Instead, "Razor.. whaddya say we both come outta this wit' double Ace?"
Eva flies as well as usual, but the heavy seems to be, well, flying as usual, with the same amount of armor. Sadly, they very rarely go down in a single hit, and she swings back around, hitting her throttle to flip end over end to come in for another pass. "Always so nice flying with you, Whisper. Coming in for another pass on that heavy."
"Jigger, Banshee. Keep dodging missiles like that and I'll have to start being impressed," Aubrey quips. "Trying to get him off you, pal." She dips in behind the Heavy chasing her wingman and manages to graze the armored hide of the beast. She grits her teeth and continues to tail the Raider.
"Leave the best 'till last, I say," Alain replies to Banshee with a grin. "I-- frak." He goes silent for a beat. "One on you, Banshee. Chasing it down, stay mobile." And he's flipping dials as he turns sharply and dives after the raider on Aubrey's tail. It's that sharp turn that allows him to evade a missile from the heavy that targets him, sailing past in his wake while he offers a prayer in the quiet of his cockpit. "Thank Ares for that one, Banshee."
"Likewise, Cherry. If you could clear one of those Raiders off our tail, be much appreciated." It's rare for the CAG to ask for an assist, but that KEW cannon hit something important and now the controls are responding sluggishly. It's evident in the fact that Stirling doesn't go after another target immediately with her second missile, but just struggles to keep the ship under control while her ECO mans the rear gun.
"Nova, Razor, you can have all the kills if it means we clear these toasters in two passes!" Kell says, a bit of amusement threatening to escape but anything else is left unsaid as they are about to enter firing range. He picks out one of the Raiders that is going after Calliope's Raptor, bracing for the head-on pass. Pressing down on the trigger firmly, Razor's twin autocannons roar to life and round after round are spat out. The tracer fire shows that the projectiles fly true and the Raider is raked and torn up by the barrage, surprisingly still in the fight, "Soundbite, Razor, he is still on you but it will be gone shortly!"
Van lets out a pent-up breath at Kell's words, nodding slightly. It calms him enough to respond to his and Calliope's calls, "Milkman copies, Calliope. We'll return the favor." As they cut into the Cylon formation and the missile-lock tone sounds in his cockpit, the Picon pilot twists away, dodging the flaming spike of a missile and then curling back through the formation, "Razor, Milkman. Plenty of fun to tell her about when she gets back." It's the 'when' that's important, "You've picked up two. I'm working on one." He glances back to the Heavy that fired on him just in time to see it explode, "Nice shooting, Whisper." His own shots barely glance off the armor of one of Kell's chasers, grimacing as he shoots past and turns back into it.
"Don't worry, Jigger. We're workin' on it back here." The Talons aren't the most accurate, but Astraea's got a whole host of 'em on board. She does flinch, slightly, as a Raider's KEW cuts across the nose of her bird, but doesn't say anything; there's enough cylons out there and others dealing with far worse. Instead, she just angles in closer to the heavy on Alain, tightening her jaw. "Banshee, Nova... Lesse iff'n we can get it lined up."
"Copy that, Whisper, redirecting fire. Walker, how you holding up over there?" Cherry hasn't heard much from the Picon Navy man, so, in true mother hen fashion, she reaches out to him.
Emrys twists and turns after one of the raiders currently mobbing Stirling. He gets a solid shot into the cockpit, as enemy fire from a different craft grazes across his nose. "Whisper, Hawk. Doing my best to give you some breathing room."
The sting brings Addison's eyes to squeeze shut momentarily, the sweat hitting them as his knuckles tighten around the flight stick. ~Get off my God Damn wing then if you're going to take all the glory..~ "Frak..." Only a bare moment passes, the flashing of alert as he quickly shakes the Viper, rotating it laterally and slips the missile as it courses past him. "Blacklight, watch for that missile swinging around." The words sound distant from the pilot as he responds still flying rather passively.
Calliope's mouth twists at the exchange between Van and Kell. She says, softly but into the mic, "We'll get her back, Milkman." She flies loose, weaving around Raider fire. She's gotten used to this. Her bus works electronic interference for all it's worth.
"Nova, Jigger. Roger that, appreciate that assist." No strain in Alain's voice, just the normal concentration of a pilot mid-fight, focused on a target and not getting his arse shot off.
Bami responds to the pilot, <<I copy.>> He soon resigns to silence, eyes on DRADIS as the first of his targets goes down. With one heavy down he starts working countermeasures against a Raider, and whispers a prayer while doign so.
"Thanks, Hawk," Stirling says, deftly dodging the fire from one of the Raiders - although her ECO only wings it in return.
Aubrey comes in at an angle to the Heavy Raider dogging Alain and unloads a burst of KEW fire into it's port side, blowing the frak out of it. With Astrea's help, the thing explodes. "Woohoo! Now that's what I'm talking about. Nice shooting Nova! Your tail is clear Jigger!" Addison's voice over the comm worries her though. "Jigger, Banshee, gonna go check on Walker. He doesn't sound right. Nova, cover Jigs?" She banks towards where Addison's Viper is, spotting a heavy on him and heading after it. "Addison? It's Bree. Addy are you ok?"
"Walker, there's no Blacklight out here. What the frak are you doing? Get your head in the game, Whisper needs cover!" Eva shakes her head, as she barely manages to dent the raider coming in on Stirling, and the pair of them are still on the limping raptor. "Hawk, tighten up on me."
Emrys clips the raider with his fire, just in time for another raid to rake his tail. For a moment it's all he can do to keep control of the craft, and then he's coming in beside Eva as the two work in concert to try and cover the raptor. "Cherry, Hawk. I'm right on you now."
"Copy that, Banshee. Jigger, ya got one on ya." Astraea sounds a bit more relieved as things clear up in regards to the heavies. Especially as her own ship seems fairly clear, as far as things go. While the other viper stick goes off to handle their new pilot, she tries to take care of the raider on her current wingmate.
As promised, Kell clears Calliope's tail as he swings his Viper around to chase the bandit, knowing that there are two on his six and that Van has them. Leading the shot, he fires off another burst of autocannon fire, leading a little too much since the Raider is rather sluggish with the damage it took but some of the rounds punches into the front of the Cylon, sending it flipping end over end and down to Picon. "Soundbite, Razor, you're clear!" He breaks off immediately and just in time as hostile fire streaks by where his Viper was. "Milkman, Razor, status?" Last he checked, the bandit that was chasing Van ate one of Stirling's missiles and he begins searching. Bringing his bird into a steep climb, he swings his fighter around in an immelmann maneuver and engages the Raider chasing him head on.
"Yeah." Addison says after a moment "Yeah. I know." He clears his throat then and shakes his head several times. "I'm here. Picking up target." A glance over at sensors, at the Heavy on his tail and he manages a small smile, "Banshee, Walker. I'm ok. Just forgot what month it was there for a second. I'm going to press on to help clear out. Raider's empty of the big noise, little noise don't mean frak."
There's a whooping from Jigger to signal one down -- turning his head to catch sight of the heavy on his tail just as it spirals into flames. "Nova, Banshee. Nice work on the heavy." He grimaces a bit as Aubrey banks off, but sticks close to Nova, latching onto the nearest raider he spots. "Roger that, Nova. Keep 'em busy!"
With another of the heavies down and no more missiles coming Bami changes over to the cannon. He looks over availabile targets, and a few seconds chooses the last of the pack to be found. <<On cannons, call if otherwise,> the ECO says when letting it rip.
Calliope's promise causes Van's eyes to blur a moment, and he blinks fiercely to try to clear them, "Nice moves, 'Bite." Because that's safer than addressing her words about Isolde. He cuts back across the tail of Kell's attackers, and this time his burst of autocannon rounds smash more solidly into the Raider's nose -- but the thing keeps flying, and Van stays after it. "Razor, Milkman, one still on you. Give me a moment. Break right on my mark. Three, two, one, mark."
"Razor, Soundbite. Thanks for getting that frakker off me. Diverting to attack pattern." And so Calliope does, Raptor arcing around where she can get a better shot at the bandits.
"Keep your head in the game, Addy. Your sister will murder me if you don't come back in one piece," Aubrey points out over the comm. She dodges up and over a stream of KEW fire from a light, as she stitches some grazing shots across the Heavy's wing.
The head on pass is Kell's victory as he is able to acquire his target than his Cylon adversary, his finger pressing down on the trigger hard and the autocannon rounds that are fired out punches right into the center of the Raider. Multiple systems are critically hit and the bandit goes up in an explosion. Hearing the countdown from Van, Razor breaks on mark as ordered, "Thanks for clearing my tail, Milkman!" With that said, the young Ensign surveys teh skies again, seeing that the Centurion numbers have been whittled down severely. Time for clean up.
"Looks like you're clear, for the moment, Whisper, you alright to stick it out? We don't mind letting you take the rest of the day off, you know." With that done, Eva switches back to her original target, which seems to save taken a serious dislike to the Picon pilot. Not the girl one. Or the other boy one. You know which one I mean.
"Nova, Jigger. Play it safe, you've still got one on you," Alain calls, as he switches targets to the raider after Nova and Meteor's raptor.
"All clear, good shooting all," Stirling reports as both the Raiders that were hounding her are now down. She manages to dodge their return fire. Her ECO tries to return the favor by targeting the one on Emrys.
The tracers light up in front of Addison as he watches them nick up the Raider that was flirting with the Raptor on his Wing. A shake of his head comes again and he blinks at the comms. "There are no sisters up in the skies." Addison comments to himself, under his breath once again. Flipping to open channel he calls out, "If you're trailing this Raider on my ass, try not to get into my strafe cause I'm tired of him." Flipping the controls, Walker turns the bird over the dorsal and begins letting loose a fresh batch of KEW at the Raider that has been harrassing him since he got out there.
Stirling answers Eva then. "Good to go here, Cherry." Even though a look at her damage readout might suggest otherwise. This mission is too important.
<<DRADIS still clear?>> Because there's always the fear of more incoming. How often do they clear the field only to hear more? Astraea's just beginning to relax. Barely. The one on Alain goes down by grace of Van and the talon that goes right down the center line as she goes on past. Nova is flying just shy of reckless, but right now? It's working for her. "Had 'im on me th' whole time, Jigger." It's sort of a sheepish admission, but also proof that the particular raider that's been on her tail can't shoot for shit.
Now that they've gotten Stirling's raptor clear of dancing partners, Emrys climbs and then dives around to try and engage with the hostile that's been following him the entire engagement. It scratched his nose. Time to settle that score.
<<No more than what we got, just keep it going.>> Bami doesn't sound too happy at present, but it's a fight. A dangerous one at that, and he doesn't sound too keen on the ship getting hit. The first hail of fire takes off some of the armor, but just not enough as his prayers shifts to retribution.
A Talon comes out of nowhere and impacts on Van's target in perfect time with his mark, followed closely by his own pulse of KEW fire. He glances back to spot its launcher, and adds, "Nice shot, Nova. It wasn't just me, Razor. But you're clear now. Flight, Milkman. Going after the last Heavy."
Aubrey sends a whole lot of KEW fire into, and through the body of the Heavy that's been chasiing her sort-of-brother. And after all the other shots from the air wing pummeling it, there isn't much left to even float about as debris. "That's another heavy put away! Nice shooting, Flight!" Banshee cheers on her crewmates, while keeping a weather eye on Addison's Viper. There was definite weirdness in his voice.
Calliope fiddles with her flight pattern to try and line up a shot, but she can keep her missile in reserves for now. The sky is cleared. She exchanges a few words with her ECO on the DRADIS, though, at Stirling's pronouncement. "Whisper, Soundbite. Copy. We're with you."
Cherry, seeing the skies clear, throttles up, moving into overwatch, trying to do what she can to give them early warning, just in case, as Whisper directs them to their next objective, "Well, if it makes you feel any better about things, Whisper, the occasional puff of smoke you're giving off is making it easier to follow you."
At the report from Whisper, Astraea casts a glance to her DRADIS. As if it could report what was coming in... even though things are still too far out. "Whisper, Nova, copy." She scales back on the speed and falls back into formation as they head out.
Another whoop from Jigger indicates another target down. When Whisper calls another target, Alain spins his viper to the new heading, flying near Nova's raptor in place of his normal position on Aubrey's wing. "Whisper, Jigger. Copy that. We got this covered, if you need to RTB."
Once the skies are clear, Emrys drops back down onto Stirling's wing. "Whisper, Hawk. I'm right alongside." He looks around as they fly for the fourth member of their wing.
Van sweeps his Viper up and over, coming around to pour KEW-rounds into the cockpit of the Heavy Raider from above. Flashing past the rapidly-disintegrating ship, he pulls up and continues pulling up, circling back toward Calliope's Raptor and Kell's Viper, "Milkman copies bearing 172, Whisper." He's not going to tell her to leave if she doesn't want to, just moving up to high cover over 'his' Raptor.
Deep breath escapes Walker's lisps as he breathes out, taking a moment in the flight to the next engagement to try and get his bearings under control. "You're fine. You have this. Just remember, don't try to control the storm, ride the storm." The mutterings to himself, a push for gathering himself as he flies.
Aubrey tries to keep Addison within sight, but she returns to Jigger's wing, because he's her wingman and she already spent too much time away from him this fight. "Jigger, Banshee. Back on your wing. I'll keep em off you."
Forming up with his group, Kell is back in formation with both Calliope and Van. With the new sector coming up, DRADIS is picking up the new pack of hostiles and Razor is heading towards them with the rest of his squadron, fully ready to engage.
"Banshee, Jigger. Always happy to welcome you back." Alain sounds genuinely pleased, falling quiet as they near the combat zone, DRADIS lighting up. He immediately targets one vectoring towards his group, muttering another prayer to Ares.
Calliope sticks with Van and Kell's Vipers as they take on the new formation of toasters. Jaw set. Still very focused on not frakking this up! "Copy that, Whisper. Weapons charged, missile racks warming. Getting a lock...now."
Aubrey swings her Viper in a wide arc, to bring the Raider chasing her into Alain's firing arc. "Jigger, Banshee. Incoming present!" She then sweeps past her wingman and unloads her KEW into the body of the Raider on his tail, blowing it full of holes as Astraea introduces it to a talon. It implodes.
Stirling's missile strikes true again, and one of the heavies explodes. But not before it launches a missile at Calliope. "Soundbite, you all right?" Whisper asks, concern in her voice after seeing that explosion hit the front of the Raptor.
"Good work, Flight, good shooting Walker, Soundbite, Whisper, how you two holding up out there?" Eva will just focus on the positive, right?Not the fact that she had this damned raider dead to rights and it's still frakking flying. "This is what happens when I don't wear my lucky underwear." Yes, thankfully, that is NOT on comms.
The head-on exchange is once again in the Colonial's favor, Kell's Viper taking another couple of rounds near the cockpit section again though further up by the nose section. He does see Van take down the Raider that shot at him, "Milkman, nice shot!" He sticks to the bandit that is trying to chase after his wingman only to see Calliope's Raptor take a direct missile hit, "Soundbite, Razor, status!" He calls out the question, worried as it did not look good at all.
Alain might not see the exchange of fire -- being that he's busy trying to both pull the raider off Aubrey's ass as well as avoid the KEW fire that streaks across his bow -- but he does see the aftermath, the raider that's after him spiralling out in a pile of debris. "Banshee, Nova, Jigger. Nice shots there. Banshee, keep it tight, one still on you."
Emrys flips the viper in an arc that keeps him just ahead of the raider's fire, his own KEW fire raking it along the side as he turns and comes around for another pass. So far, so good.
Calliope gets her missile off true. She also takes one on the chin. Literally. Cylon fire punishes the nose of her bus. There are a lot of blinking lights and jerky controls, and it's a moment before she can respond to anyone. "I'm OK! I'm totally OK!" More coherently. "Flight, Soundbite." She's a little crackle-y, but her comm is still working. "The deck is probably not going to love me. But we're alive here. Our systems are kind of frakked by they didn't penetrate the hull."
Reckless is far from the word that Addison would use for how he flies. More like a Viper whipping around in a storm, flying at different angles and rotating as need be. The closing head on dance with the Heavy Raider has him sideslipping the missile it launches and pelting it with KEW in turn. Then an allied missile comes under his own belly and strikes it. What the hell is that pilot's name? The one in the Raptor... it wasn't Sunshine. That was it, hearing Stirling call out the name, Walker quickly follows up. "Soundbite, excellent shot." That was definitely it. Hearing then another voice, Walker pegs it and breaks some to help identifying it as a member of the wing. "Uhm... The... You." He calls out, hoping 'You' knows who she is. "Care to two-step to the left?"
His first target's destroyed under hail of kew fire from the Timber Wolves. Bami grunts, the closest to a celebration at present until he begins looking for another. <<Frakking Cylons,>> he mutters when searching for another of the Raiders to shoot through.
"Is this you asking me out to dance, Walker?" Eva's voice actually sounds amused, but she does, indeed, do what she can to get out of his way.
Van is in a rhythm now, and after the blazing head-on pass, he gets around behind Kell's trailer, rolling up and over to tear out the Raider's cockpit. It's a hit that causes Van's lips to draw back from his teeth, visualizing the Cylon pilot as the crew-robot of a certain AA battery or Raider pilot that downed... that damaged, forced down Isolde's Raptor. The call from Kell and Calliope's response shake him out of it a little, and he snaps, "Razor, Milkman, turning right to cover Bite in three-two-one... Mark."
"I think he's just trying to give you a new callsign, Cherry: The You," Stirling ventures.
"Hey he owes me a dance first," Aubrey grumbles.
Unable to get a line of sight on the raider that's ended up behind her, Astraea has to instead go into some more... tricky flying while she allows her current wingmates to deal wth it instead. So that Bami can continue firing on it while she gets a line or her talons on another target. It's probably a good thing she has no raiders on her at the moment.
Eva says, "Age before beauty, Banshee."
Aubrey retorts over the comm, "Single before taken, Mom!" Then she's getting her Viper dinged by a light raider. "Son of a..." she returns the favor.
"Alas, it will just have to be the new callsign, then. Though, I don;t think The You will work at all. Though I am the most me I have ever been, at this point in time." Eva, seeing the single target remaining, moves in to try to provide some distration, is she can, to the raider targetting Banshee.
"Come on," is Alain's frustrated growl. He must've been flying with Aubrey too long, because after his last shot sails harmlessly past the raider on Aubrey's tail, he turns sharply, aggressively dogging the raider to get a clean shot. No prayers to Ares this time, just a determined ruthlessness.
Emrys moves up into an overwatch pattern for the moment, now that his dance partner is gone, scanning the skies for the next wave as the rest of the flight cleans up.
The banter, it has Walker glancing at the comms with a skeptical look and shake of his head. Fingers clench and he flips to broadcast; "Banshee, Trusting your wing to keep that Raider dusted going to fly across it and try to get it off your six."
"Jigger, Nova, while they're busy fightin' over th' new guy... Wanna go dancin' on leave?" Nova seems amused at least. But then, her target at least went down. Mostly due to Razor's shot, mind. Her talon only glanced over the raider's nose. All she can do now is try to line things up to help the others get things in on the remaining cylon hassling the flight.
There's a miss as Bami's fire goes wide. He unfurls and furls his fingers when the ship begins to move again. As Astraea gives him a better angle he squeezes the trigger as the cannong roars once more.
"Hey he may be new to you but I've known him since I was in diapers!" Aubrey protests. She smiles in amusement. How she flies during this type of conversation is anyone's guess.
Calliope conserves her missiles, now that the field is clear again. She hangs back, and her ECO resumes jamming with feeling.
"This isn't a joke, people." Van's words snap over the wireless, his guns silent for a long moment as he twists, turns, and tries to lead his attacker into the guns of Kell, Calliope, and Astraea, twitching away from its bursts of tracers as he flies. As it comes apart, he nods, "Nova, Razor, nice shooting. Flight, Milkman, moving to high cover." Because there are only so many ships that can attack a single Raider, and there's no point in all of them getting jumped while they're dropping it.
Eva says, "Walker, did you change her diapers? That's a hell of a visual."
With the combined fire between Kell's autocannon rounds and Astraea's Talon missile, the Raider goes down rather easily. With only one bandit remaining and a swarm of friendlies around it already, Razor climbs his Viper up in formation with Van for overwatch though he does glance towards Calliope's Raptor, "Soundbite, do you need to Ar-Tee-Bee? I can provide escort if needed."
Perhaps spurred by Van's grumpy remark, Stirling chimes in, "Let's tighten up the comms people. Still one Raider out there."
As Eva sees the last of the raiders go down, her voice comes over the comms, not angry, just, even, "Milkman, the job is never a joke. But sometimes we need the jokes, to keep our heads on straight." A beat, "Whisper, any words on other engagements, or should we RTB?"
Aubrey grunts as she tries to shake the Raider, but the thing fires it's KEW and hits Addison instead. "Oh no you DIDN'T!" she growls under her breath, off comm, and puts on the brakes, swinging her ship around in a 180 to unload fire into the body of the light ship with a gritting of teeth.
There's a long low breath of relief from Alain when the raider's finally splashed, rather than his familiar whoop. After a few moments of silence: "Nova, Jigger. You'd never ask that if you had the least idea just how terrible my dancing is." He sounds relieved, though, now the raider's taken care of, eyeing DRADIS for any more targets.
Like a pack harrying their pray the Raider goes down under the combined assault of Alain, Aubrey, Stirling, and Bami. When the signal goes dead Bami double checks, and starts scanning for any more surprises. <<Thanks for lining up the shot,>> he says with a brief glance to the cockpit.
Emrys doesn't see fit to join in the chatter on the comms, but then he doesn't really know anyone. Instead he just keeps circling high up, watching the horizon.
Calliope replies quickly, "I think I'm good to stick it out, Nova. My tail's clear, and the engine's still keeping me in the air. I can find my way home with the rest of you."
A waggle of flight as he strafes the nose of the Raider, pulling it with him and the bullets as well. As they graze over the wing, Walker throttles a bit giving a soft test to the response and nods as it seems to be rather fine. "Are we clear of the weather or in the eye of the storm?"
<<That's my job,>> Astraea answers Bami, glancing back as they settle back into formation. <<It was behind us. Not like I could get that shot in a million years.>> She grins, briefly. <<And look, just a few scratches on the paint job. I won't be yelled at for once.>> She reaches for the comms, then. "Jigger... Lemme be the judge of that, yeh? Mebbe after those drinks. I bet I wouldn't even care."
Van nods at Whisper's remark as he continues visual and DRADIS scanning of the area. Eva's comment causes his teeth to clench, anger, fear, and frustration bubbling up around him, emotions that have nothing to do with the other Viper pilot, but he manages to hold it down and keep quiet as he circles over the rest of the flight tearing into the lone Cylon Raider. It takes a long moment and several deep breaths, and then he notes, "Razor, Milkman, go ahead and do a visual inspection of Bite's Raptor. I'll cover you both."
"Skies are clear for now. They're asking us to escort a couple transport shuttles down to the surface. Adjust heading 45," Stirling reports. And then they're breaking away from the main fray to babysit some shuttles.