:: Unknown ::
Time: 5:30
Position: 1 day to Kalin system
Situation: Scout
Environment: Undetermined
Fleet: Kushan 2nd Fleet 12thWing 9thSquad
Feo looked out the viewport of his fighter. He
found it quite difficult with the new tactical upgrade and all
the lights on his viewport. He moved back down in to his chair.
"Feo, you awake?" said a female voice from behind him.
"Yeah, sorry, just thinking." The voice replied
"About what?" Feo thought then cycling to his sensors
and resetting for another sweep he said "About what we are
doing out here. About why we are doing what we are doing. I guess
I don't understand it all yet." The voice said "Yes,
much confusion and mixed thoughts among the crew and the fleet
about getting home. But we are all uncertain about these
things." He glanced up the side of his chair and
said,"So is that why your not joined?" The female shot
back a half glance at him,"No, the duty of our mission came
in front of that." Feo grined and said "No wonder they
call you Ice." Ice shot back," That has nothing to do
with it and if I hear another comment like that I'll...."
she was interuppted by an alarm. A taiidian carrier dropped out
of hyperspace just about on top of them, the sheer shock of the
enormous ship would awe any race at this close proximity.
"By the Gods!", yelled Feo, "Quick, evasive
manuvers, prepare to engage the carrier." Ice's hands
gripped the controls with so much force the metal almost began to
bend, as she hit the throttle and pitched forward then into a
roll, then straffing away from the carrier. "Feo, tell the
bombers to get a move on it quick!" she yelled. Feo opened a
channel "To bomber squad 2 engage and fire at will!" A
large explosion rocked the tiny fighter then sent it off in a
spin to the right away from the carrier. "Damage Ice?",
he yelled as controls began to spark and catch flame on either
side of him. "ICE?!" he turned around to see that the
port she was sitting in was charbroiled and the controls and her
chair were missing. Swearing he continued to fumble with the
controls to try to bring the damaged systems back. Another couple
of explosions and he glanced out the viewport to see that the
bombers had an unsuccessful run. Feo screaming on the comm in a
frenzied panic "Help me, my pilot is toast and
and....", he noticed dozens of objects dropping off the
carrier. Two came up fast to the damaged fighter and fired but
missed. Feo got control of the ship finally and pulled hard to
his left toward the carrier, gunning the throttle he shot passed
the two fighters and plotted his course toward the carrier. He
put his hand to his brow to feel his hair, but he felt a sticky
liquid. As he saw this he blacked out and dropped in his chair.
The tiny fighter gained speed and errupted into a ball of fire as
the carrier guns made work of it, but the debrise hit the hull
with such force the carrier was serverly damaged.
