|Lost Souls - Air Wing|
|Summary:||Air Wing finds some heavy cylon action.|
|Date:||126ACH - March 29, 2009|
|Related Logs:||None Yet|
Shem portrayed Lt. Ellis, Raptor Pilot
McKenzie on Hera Guns
Drusus on CIC comm
Adelaide on Deck
Reed on the Hera
[Cav_1744: Novella] Novella is leading the CAP out around the fore end of the fleet. She's leading them through a long turn that will take them back towards the Genesis after crossing through the ships maneuvering through the fleet.
[Raptor_772: Jocasta] With the tell-tale flicker-flash of space bending to accommodate the sudden arrival of something that hadn't been there a split-second before, the first Raptor of the search team — designation 772 — arrives at the correct coordinates and then waits for its twin before beginning to undertake the scanner sweep. Jammer's gone back to playing backseat driver instead of instructor for a change, and with an eye on the DRADIS she hopes to spot her student's arrival soon.
[Tac1] "Cav" Novella says, "Genesis, CAP. Sector Nickel-Six clear. Proceeding to Nickel-One."
[RAPTOR_214: Jax] One of these days, Jax will get used to the jumps in these small ships. His eyes flicker back open, glad to see he's not in the middle of an asteroid or about to plummet into one. There's a long exhale of breath as he forms up once more with 772.
As soon as the jump is complete, the raptors find themselves within a vast, blackness of space. No small moons, no planets, no suns, even the stars don't seem to shine as bright as normal. Once they are reorganized, something plinks the sides. A closer look reveals metallic parts just floating around.
[Tac1] "CIC-TAC" Drusus says, "CAP, CIC. Acknowledged."
[Tac1] "Jammer" Jocasta says, "Glad you could make it, Fuzz. Hope you didn— what the…"
[Tac1] "CIC-TAC" Drusus says, "CAP, all units, CIC. Issuing krypter-krypter matrix beta in three. Two. One. Confirm receipt and scramble NAVCOM krypter-krypter beta."
[VIPER_702: Micah] Micah's silent over the comms, for the most part, save for the odd set of coordinates to relay or visual confirmation to make. He holds steady to Cav's five o'clock, viper inverting smoothly as they complete their patrol of sector six.
[Hound_840: Warwick] Likewise, Hound's mostly quiet as he stays in his place in the CAP formation, pilot's attention going between the DRADIS and the stars outside, looking around carefully.
[Cav_1744: Novella] Novella swings them back past the bridge of the Hera and on towards the Carina. She's keeping the movements slow and easy. Her helmet can be seen scanning the skies until the next call from CIC. She glances down for a few moments before looking back out.
[Raptor_772: Jocasta] The the back of the bird, Jammer can tell right away that there's something slightly amiss about the location that they've uncovered. Even if her ears can quite pick up the noise of the pinging against the hull, she can feel the unusual reports and there's a whole heap of instrument panels in front of her that tell her so — oh, look. Metal bits. If she's worth her salt, she might actually be able to suss out what all the different readouts mean into a little more of the big picture.
[Tac1] "Cav" Novella says, "Copy, Genesis. Beta scrambled on three. Confirm receipt on our end. How read, CIC?"
Lieutenant Ellis sits in the rear, in front of the systems display. "Jump complete," he mumbles, mixing it with a vague disinterest. As the DRADIS mulls over the new environment, he glances toward the front. "Bang-up job, nugget, we're still alive." His eyes flick back to the screen. "Looks like you put us in some kind of metal playground, though. One second." He flicks a few switches, adjusting the gain.
[VIPER_702: Micah] Micah's helmeted head tips upward briefly at the message over the comm, and he flips a switch or two after checking the console readout. Then it's back to watching DRADIS, and the Carina's flank yawning out alongside them.
[Tac1] "CIC-TAC" Drusus says, "Reads fine, Cav. Thanks bunches. How's the weather out there?"
[Tac1] "Fuzz" Jax says, "Sure is purdy, Jammer, but its not filling me with warm and fuzzies."
[Hound_840: Warwick] Humming to himself, Hound keeps his attention on the outside, and on the DRADIS. Listening to the comm, he does the things instructed, glancing around a bit more carefully.
[Tac1] "Jammer" Jocasta says, "Try not to wet yourself just yet, Fuzz. I'm reading movement ahead. What's your bear got to say?"
[Cav_1744: Novella] Novella leads them abaft of the Carina, looking over the ship for a few moments. Her Viper slows, then. She looks out her cockpit towards Micah and Warwick, lifting a hand to get their attention. She points to her eyes, then to the underside of the Carina. 'Take a look.' The Viper hovers in the blackness, her eyes looking over the stars.
[Tac1] "Cav" Novella says, "Weather's not too shabby, CIC. Looks like a warm-front moving in from the south. I'd say maybe an eighty percent chance of rain overnight. You?"
[RAPTOR_214: Jax] Glancing over his shoulder, he really can't see Showtime behind him. He'll learn eventually that getting a visual on his ECO isn't really an easy thing to do, but he tries anyways. "Got a report?"
[VIPER_702: Micah] Micah's acknowledgement of Novella's instructions is a simple tap-tap of his thrusters. Then he guides his bird into a sharp roll to starboard and drops away into the dark like a penny tossed into a water well.
[Hound_840: Warwick] Hound nods once in acknowledgement, and drops down to look down there as well, moving his ship to the opposite side of said underside of the Carina.
Ellis looks to the left, toward Jax at the front. His tone is slightly — just slightly — more serious. "Lots of cold contacts bearing zero, seems we're in a debris field. They're in motion, can't really tell anything else in this mess." He returns his attention to the monitor. "Not too hospitable. I think we can go home."
Mixed with other metal debris, the asteroid objects give the DRADIS a clearer picture. Or is that asteroid? It comes across DRADIS as large chunks of rock though.
Within a span of minutes, huge pieces of charred metal begin floating past. Small globular dots explode on impact with a deep, dark red against the floating sea of metal. End over end, the small engine of a viper rolls past, bouncing from other metal objects and rocking into the end of the second raptor. Sparks fly, as it creates a long scrap against the fin.
[Tac1] "Fuzz" Jax says, "He says 'grr arrgh', Jamm…what the frak? Was that a piece of a Colonial bird? Why oh why can't any of my missions be hum drum…I'm getting hit by shrapnel!"
[Cav_1744: Novella] Novella continues hanging in the vaccuum. Her Viper is barely motionless with the relative velocity of the Carina. She slowly spins the craft nose over end to try and keep her eyeballs out ofr anything in particular while she waits for the other two to return.
[Tac1] "CIC-TAC" Drusus says, "In here? Sugar, we don't need a weatherman to tell us we've got a one hundred percent chance of dry and reprocessed air with the occasional swamp fog rolling out of the Marines' head."
[Raptor_772: Jocasta] Under a brief hail of colorful cursing, Jammer reckons with the odds of finding a way out of the debris field, one way or another, while still trying to initiate a preliminary scan of the area. With her pilot, Poet, doing her best to duck and dive through the debris, Jammer hefts a tinny sigh into her comm link.
[Tac1] "Jammer" Jocasta says, "Back to the fleet, Fuzz. Get out of here before you take home a bigger souvenir than Rocky."
[Havok_209: Gavilon] Havok's viper rolls with his lead, Reaper. Sweat pours down his face as he keeps pace behind Reaper and the Raider. His eyes shoot left to right and back down at DRADIS as the chase continues.
[Tac1] "Havok" Gavilon says, "Reaper, Havok. This is a … You got the shot?!"
[Tac1] "Cav" Novella says, "Uh huh, CIC. Keep your head down. Commencing inspection of Carina."
[Tac1] "CIC-TAC" Drusus says, "Cav, CIC, I hear you."
A comm device floats past, followed by the bluish-colored helmet trailing the end of a spine and scorched nerves. The helmet smacks into the windshield of Jo's Raptor and the face of the pilot is seen — burnt and the eyes are soulless black holes of charred flesh and the mouth gapes open as it slides back into space.
All that can be seen on the side of the helmet are the words — Beetle.
Ellis grunts and clicks a button. "Spinning up the FTL." The Raptor starts a low rumble, around the same time the errant transmission from Havok is heard. The lieutenant arches an eyebrow at himself.
[RAPTOR_214: Jax] Pressing his lips tightly together, Jax doesn't seem pleased with this order. He's shaking his head slightly as he sees more and more bits and pieces of carnage come sliding towards them.
[Tac1] "Fuzz" Jax says, "Copy that, Jammer. 214 returning to fleet. Spooling up the FTL to jump."
Three looong minutes on that FTL…
[Tac1] "Jammer" Jocasta says, "Cav, Jammer. Do you read?"
[VIPER_702: Micah] Before too long, the bright blue of 702's 'burners can be glimpsed again as Micah completes his patrol of the Carina's underside.
[Tac1] "Cav" Novella says, "Copy, Jammer. I have you five by five. What's news?"
[Hound_840: Warwick] Similarily, it doesn't take too long before Hound's got his own viper up again, finishing his own little patrol down there.
[Raptor_772: Jocasta] Of course, the first words out of Poet's mouth are 'Frak me!' followed by a rather hasty attempt to clear their way upwards out of the oncoming stream of refuse and debris. Jammer, meanwhile, plays telephone with the CIC via whichever unlucky Viper pilot happens to be within comm range. While she may be conversing with Cav, odds are the others are picking up the traffic just as easily, albeit through heavy static.
[Cav_1744: Novella] Novella waits for the two to form up before she leads them back towards the front of the fleet to where they sent the Raptors off from. Her head idly looks about the stars, trusting that the other two pilots have found their slots.
[Tac1] ..found Beet—… out here. Sending… back to the flee-…
[Havok_209: Gavilon] The Raider flips entire 180 degree flip as the two vipers converge on it. Havok's eyes go wide and he brings his viper into a barrel roll to the right, his lead isn't so lucky. The Raider opens up and in a few short bursts Reaper's viper is obliterated. Another Raider fires at Havok as he completes the manuever. The area is sheer devastation with raiders and vipers engaged in dog fights. Havok slams the pedal down and barely evades the bursts before breaking right.
[Tac1] "Jailhouse" Micah says, "Cav, she's breakin' up for me. You get that last message?"
[VIPER_702: Micah] Novella's trust isn't misplaced. Micah maneuvers into the five slot again without a hitch, and keeps a close tail on his lead.
[Tac1] "Cav" Novella says, "Neg, Crow. Bunch of static and bits." There's a short pause. "Jammer, Cav. Say again, your last."
[Tac1] "Havok" Gavilon says, "REAPER! Frak … CAG bought, all sections …. on Solaris … with your wing…"
[Hound_840: Warwick] Returning rather quickly to his spot in the formation, Hound looks around once more. Shaking his head once more at that statick and broken message over the comm.
That is when, enemy raiders come out of nowhere. First two, then four. Having hid along the larger debris, they have waited like a spider along its tendrils of webbing. The sight of the larger Raptors are prime pickings to them and they begin to swarm in.
With some luck though, a few Vipers are right on their tails now.
[Judge_Ship_206: Genesis] OOC - Join combat #1328 - Raptors and Gavilon
[Tac1] "Jammer" Jocasta says, "Cav, Jam—-… said we found a Beetle out… sending Fuzz back to th-…"
Ellis leans back in his chair as the FTLs capacitate. "Look out there, nugget, at all that mess. That's what you don't want to happen. Fly right, and you won't end up as another cold contact on some hot stud's DRADIS screen." Another unidentified transmisison. He leans forward and drops his tone. "Hey, I think there's somebody still alive out there." And then the DRADIS beeps. "Enemy contacts! Four raiders bearing nine five carom thirteen, CBDR! Designate as bandits one through four." He whispers a curse to himself.
[Tac1] "Jammer" Jocasta says, "DRADIS contacts — four sparrows, inco—"
[Tac1] "Fuzz" Jax says, "Frak me."
[Cav_1744: Novella] Novella increases her throttle a little and the velocity climbs as they make their way back towards the Raptors jumping-off points.
[Tac1] "Showtime" Ellis says, "Jammer, Showtime, they came outta nowhere. We've got two point five minutes to FTL."
[Tac1] "Jailhouse" Micah says, "Cav, I hear four bandits, repeat, four bandits."
[Raptor_772: Jocasta] Jammer's transmission comes through clear only for the ships in her general vicinity but with Showtime all over the incoming, there's no need for her to repeat it. Poet prepares to take evasive maneuvers while Jammer spools up their own FTL after the fact. "Showtime, Jammer. Do your best to keep 'em confused and haul ass out of here the moment you go green!"
[Tac1] "Cav" Novella says, "Jammer, Cav. Copy you are sending Miller back to the fleet. Report condition!" A fast pause. "Copy, Crow. Go weapons hot. Hold your fire. CIC, are you following our side of this?"
[Tac1] "Jailhouse" Micah says, "Copy, Cav. Weapons are smokin'."
[Tac1] "CIC-TAC" Drusus says, "Jailhouse, CIC. Bandits? No, Cav, what's going down out there? Do you have bandits on DRADIS?"
[Tac1] "Hound" Warwick says, "Weapons hot and ready for what might come."
[Judge_Ship_206: Genesis] Spoon and Dawg are hot on the tails of those raiders, but seeing two Raptors not of their ship, they seem to faulter a moment. "Get the frak out of here! We can only hold them off so long!" They yell over the tac.
[Tac1] "Jammer" Jocasta says, "Cav, Jammer… got four ba—…"
"Frak frak frak frak," Ellis mutters to himself. He gives the FTL charge button a good mashing or two, hoping that'll make it go faster. He shouts at Jax, "Nugget, now would be a fine-ass time to do some heroics!"
[Tac1] "Cav" Novella says, "CIC, Jammer reports four bandits her location. Says she is sending Miller back to us, I believe. We have -zero- bandits on our location at this time. Repeat, CIC, the CAP has zero hostile DRADIS contacts."
[Havok_209: Gavilon] Havok's viper flips 180 and heads back towards the Solaris, his eyes spot four Raiders closing in on two Raptors and adjusts course. Punching into full burn he closes on the action, he dives into the fight, weapons hot. "Dawg, Spoon coming to assist."
[Hound_840: Warwick] Naking sure he follows along with the rest of the CAP, Hound looks around a bit more carefully now, shaking his head a little bit to himself. Waiting for what might come.
[Tac1] "CIC-TAC" Drusus says, "Cav, CIC: sitrep acknowledged."
Dawg takes a hit and is suddenly in a spin. His tail is shot to hell and the engines flare out. All he can do is put out a Mayday from his bird. Spoon curves his viper and does a sudden blast along the front of one as he skips by.
[Tac1] "Jailhouse" Micah says, "CIC, what are your orders? We don't got time to sit around with our thumbs up our arses here."
[RAPTOR_214: Jax] Heroics? He can probably make this Raptor purr after fixing it with a paperclip and some chewing gum. But heroics behind the helm? "Jam their asses. We might need to pick pilots out of black, what's the status on that FTL?" Nervous much? He's probably going to have to change his shorts when he gets home.
[Raptor_772: Jocasta] With one of their would-be saviors already in trouble and apparently prepared to go the way of their buddy Beetle all too shortly, Jammer turns her head while waiting for the FTL drive to spool and says to Poet, "We've got two and a half minutes to keep these fools alive."
[Tac1] "CIC-TAC" Drusus says, "CAP, all units, CIC. Pass the word: engage hostiles at your discretion."
[Tac1] "Showtime" Ellis says, "Jammer, Showtime, we have a lot of unidentified Colonial military here!"
[Tac1] "Jammer" Jocasta says, "Showtime, Jammer. You noticed that, too?"
The dogfighting is intense as hades. Vipers go spinning out of control, pieces flying off and ending up smacking into the Raptors trying to dodge the fight and help at the same time. One of the would-be-heroes gets his engines smartly slapped as he takes out a raider.
[Cav_1744: Novella] Novella leads the CAP up to the front of the fleet and throttles back. Her eyes scan the empty vastness out in front of them for the telltale flash of an FTL jump. She brings her Viper to a relative halt at the tip of the group.
[RAPTOR_214: Shem] "Two minutes and some change," Ellis repors to Jax, with some urgency. He works the systems, especially the wide-spectrum jamming suite.
[VIPER_702: Micah] Micah rolls his bird to starboard, dropping low on Novella's five as he too keeps his eyes riveted on the viewscreen and his hand poised on the stick.
[Hound_840: Warwick] Bringing his bird up with the others, Hound stays iun position for now, like a gunman from a movie, waiting for the enemy to appear.
[Havok_209: Gavilon] Havok finds a perfect low-deflection shot and takes it, destroying a Raider. As he flies through the debris another Raider opens up and strikes the viper's engine, his third main engine gives out and he struggles to keep his bird in flight.
[Intercom] Attention! Action Stations! Set Condition One throughout the fleet.
[RAPTOR_214: Jax] Gritting his teeth, Jax is beginning to sweat. Hands tighten on the controls, the fabric of his gloves creaking with the intensity he holds them and tries to steer through the field of bits and pieces of Viper foo. Unfortunately, he's not that slick with the stick, and debris gets caught up in their engines. Sputter sputter.
[Havok_209: Gavilon] Another Raider down, just one more.. Is all Havok can think about at this time. His engine is still out and he took another hit to his left wing, but he bagged another Raider. Havok forms up with Dawg and Spoon after the remaining Raider.
The vipers are making headway, unfortunately there are more of the raiders to respond than vipers. In the distance a wing of them comes into DRADIS view.
[Raptor_772: Jocasta] Poet can pitch and reel with the best of 'em. Sure, she may not be flying a fancy Viper, but she's got the skills to keep her Raptor out of enemy fire and mostly free of oncoming projectile debris. Unfortunately, Fuzz isn't quite so lucky and Jocasta's chiming in over their shared comm link in an attempt to reassure the nugget before he makes a nervous (and possibly fatal) mistake before touching freedom. "Fuzz, Jammer. Just hang in there, kid. You've got less than a minute left before you're headed back to the barn."
The Raptor rocks as the Raider's gunfire hits her tail. "What the frak are you doing, nugget?!" Ellis demands. "I've seen better flying from what came outta my ass this morning!" His eyes strain on the DRADIS screen, and he whispers, "Damn it."
45 seconds and the wing of Raiders will be on those Raptors spooling up. And those poor viper pilots left out there with no way to get out of the path of deadly fire.
[Havok_209: Gavilon] The Mark VII is beat up and has lost some thrust but Havok's thumb jams the red button and finishes the last of the four Raiders. His head is on a swivel, eyeing the DRADIS.
[Tac1] "Havok" Gavilon says, "Dawg, Spoon.. BARCAP now, incoming Raiders."
[RAPTOR_214: Jax] "You ain't tell me that FTL is green, then don't…distract..me…sir…Please." Jax says through gritted teeth to Showtime while he tries to maintain a course that doesn't end up with them getting ripped apart at the seams. Then, in his nervousness, Jax starts singing below his breath.
Dawg is dead in the water. He can eject, but his viper is out of this fight right now. His voice is tired over the comm. "Get away as far as you can, Havok..I'm done for." Spoon hangs in there, not leaving his wingman. "I got this..go."
[Tac1] "Showtime" Ellis says, "Raptor section, Showtime. New contacts, raiders, designate as bandits five through ten, same bearing." There's a pause. "Those Vipers are trying to give us a screen. Gods damn them, they're gonna get mowed down."
[Tac1] "Wolf" Phelan says, "This is Rhodes, I'm in the tube requesting permission to launch to assist."
Ellis shouts to the cockpit, "You might try flying away from them!"
[Havok_209: Gavilon] The Solaris boarded, Reaper dead, Dawg inactive…Havok's mind races as his viper comes to an idle at Spoon's three.
[Tac1] "Havok" Gavilon says, "Any of Hades Squadron out there, regroup on me…"
[Tac1] "Jailhouse" Micah says, "Cav, it sounds like there's more'n a few of them in trouble out there, we just leavin' 'em for dead?"
[Tac1] "Jammer" Jocasta says, "Unidentified Colonial Vipers, you have forty-five seconds to hitch a ride out of here before we head back home."
[Tac1] "Cav" Novella says, "Rhodes, Cav. Stand down. No engagement at this time."
No answer returns to Havok. Atleast, not the one he wants. The crackly transmission hits his ears. "Lost.." and then the sound of a scream follows.
[Tac1] "Cav" Novella says, "Crow, if you got a way we can jump a Viper out of this sector, I'd love to hear it."
[Tac1] "Fuzz" Jax says, "C'mon…c'mon…."
[Tac1] "Jailhouse" Micah says, "Talkin' about Genesis, Cav. Is CIC aware of what's goin' on out there?"
[Tac1] "Cav" Novella says, "Crow, we don't even know whats going on out there. We can't leave the fleet undefended."
"I outrank you Jig. Get your ass on those Raptors." Spoon orders and then moves his viper to meet those raiders.
[Tac1] "Jailhouse" Micah says, "*after a pause* Aye. Copy, Cav."
[Tac1] "Hound" Warwick says, "Best we can do is probably to stay alert for if whatever's out theres coming our way…"
[Tac1] "Showtime" Ellis shouts, "Thirty seconds to positive intercept!"
[Havok_209: Gavilon] Havok grits his teeth..his last words before punching out, "Sir..yes..sir" The canopy bursts as the "oh shit" handle is pulled, sending Havok adrift near the Raptors.
[Tac1] "CIC-TAC" Drusus says, "CAP leader, CIC. What's the good word from recon?"
[Judge_Ship_206: Genesis] 25 seconds…
[Tac1] "Cav" Novella says, "CIC, Cav. Jumbled intercepts, Genesis. Reports of bandits. Sounds like the Raptors have encountered some sort of friendly fire support but we have nothing confirmed at this time."
[Tac1] "Fuzz" Jax says, "Jammer. Looks like we got a hitchhiker."
[Tac1] "Showtime" Ellis says, "Jammer, Showtime, we really don't have the time for this."
[Raptor_772: Jocasta] With Havok punched out into the black, Poet's hauling ass while Jammer proceeds to initiate decompression procedures in order to order the Raptor hatch and take part in some impromptu Search and Rescue before a whole heap of Raiders set on them like a wave of space roaches.
[Tac1] "Jammer" Jocasta says, "Showtime, Jammer. If you're green, get gone, we'll grab this guy and get going."
It's gonna be close. Like a shave gone bad!
[Tac1] "CIC-TAC" Drusus says, "Cav, CIC. Receipt of sitrep confirmed."
[Havok_209: Gavilon] Havok tears free from the restraints of his ejection seat and watches the Raptor close the distance.
[Judge_Ship_206: Genesis] OOC - No idea. Poses, I guess.
[RAPTOR_214: Jax] Jax is just poised and ready for the green on the FTL, ready to get the frak out of dodge.
[Raptor_772: Jocasta] The Raptor piloted by Poet and occupied by Jammer swoops in to pick up Havok with miraculous and amazing and heroic timing. Oooh! It's a miracle! Alright, everybody, time to GTFO of Dodge… or wherever the frak these poor lost souls jumped into in the first place.
There's a double-beep from the console. Ellis calls, "FTL ready!"
[RAPTOR_214: Jax] Jax is not going to waste anytime sight seeing any longer or picking up souvenirs for the kiddos. Those Raiders are going to pick off the remaining Vipers like they are last night's spinach stuck in their teeth. "FTL green to go. Jump in three…two…one." WINK.
[Tac1] "CIC-TAC" Drusus says, "CAP, CIC: Please confirm presence of friendly forces at recon point ASAP."
15 seconds and bursts of fire are already coming their direction. Ten seconds and then five…rapid raider fire ends up spread all over the empty area the Raptors were sitting. Behind Spoon manages to take out one, but five more send him to his grave, along with Dawg…
[Tac1] "Cav" Novella says, "Cav, Genesis. Cannot confirm. Scattered reports. Awaiting return of recon element."
[Havok_209: Gavilon] Havok sighs heavily, lowering his head as he settles into the very back seat of the Raptor, he makes no eye contact with his rescuers. He simply sits there, his mind completely gone at this point.
[Tac1] "CIC-TAC" Drusus says, "Understood, Cav. Confirm when possible."
[Raptor_772: Jocasta] There's really no eye contact to be had at the moment — Poet's too busy keeping her eyes on the big, black open road and Jammer's all eyes on the countermeasures console in anticipation of one last zero before pressing the magical green "go" button for the FTL drive and disappearing in a flash not too far behind Jax.
Nothing is ever easy. DRADIS contacts light up like a Prom party night on an Aquarian Beach. As soon as those Raptors jump back to the fleet, they are joined within 30 seconds of 2 heavy raiders and four regular ones winking in right behind.
[Tac1] "Cav" Novella says, "All Vipers, CAP Lead! Tally on bandits! Cleared hot! Micah, Deuce on me and we'll cover Miller. Hound, take the ones on Jocasta!"
[Tac1] "Jailhouse" Micah says, "You got it, Cav. Weapons hot, and on your six."
[Tac1] "Hound" Warwick says, "Copy, Cav. They'll never know what hit them."
[Tac1] "Fuzz" Jax says, "CIC, Fuzz. Coming in hot, I got engine damage and…frak! Company!"
[Cav_1744: Novella] Novella shoves her throttles up and rockets towards the winking contacts. She double-checks the Master Arm as the distance is closed. The closure rate quick climbs past anything approaching 'safe' as she settles in on a target.
Ellis powers down any unnecessary electronics, trying to minizing the chance of explosion on the combat landing.
[Tac1] "Hera Actual" Reed says, "Be advised, Hera is Weapons hot. Civilian ships, to Emergency Jump Coordinates Alpha with the Pandora."
[Hound_840: Warwick] Going straight for those enemies he's supposed to be clearing off, Hound makes sure all weapons are ready for this little bit of target practice.
[VIPER_702: Micah] Micah streaks out hot on Cav's heels, thrusters punched hard as the pair strafe in after the raptors.
[Tac1] "Wolf" Phelan says, "CIC this is Rhodes, I'm still hot in the tubes ready to launch."
[Havok_209: Gavilon] Havok turns to the ECO of the Raptor, "Thank you" is all he manages, though it is barely audible. "Get me in a Viper.."
[Cav_1744: Novella] Novella rolls into the fight with her velocity a little too high. She cuts through a Lead turn a tad too aggressively and her tracers go off into nowhere. She settles in behind the offending Raider just in time to have another one put a few holes in her.
[Tac1] "Cav" Novella says, "Hound, get my tail!"
[Tac1] "Hound" Warwick says, "Will do."
[VIPER_702: Micah] Peeling away from Novella in a wide split, Micah leads the wing-edge of one of Jax's bandits with a few tracershots before burning into the turn and pumping the bogey full of lead. Not quite enough to take it down, he flips his bird belly-up and initiates another go-round as Novella gets peppered with a few rounds herself.
[Hound_840: Warwick] Getting into position to fire, Warwick hits the wing of one of the Raiders. Turning for another target, he goes for the heavy one on Novella's tail.
[Tac1] "Fuzz" Jax says, "Frak me. I'm not coming in hot, I'm coming in flaming. Attempting to shake. C'mon…c'mon…"
[Judge_Ship_206: Genesis] The Hera rolls out its guns and begins firing into the grouping of raiders. Hopefully no friendly fire as the guns boom in space-silence and sends out death and destruction to the cylons. We hope.
[Tac1] "CIC-TAC" Drusus says, "CIC, Deck, scramble damage control, Raptor 214 is coming in hot."
[Tac1] "Jailhouse" Micah says, "Hera Actual, watch your flak, we got a couple raptors tryin' to get through to the Genesis here."
[Raptor_772: Jocasta] While Raptors aren't designed to be speed machines, you'd never know it by watching Poet do her thing. She's got the pedal to the metal, so to speak, and their Raptor goes screaming in to the Battlestar's launch bay, barely inches behind Fuzz and Showtime. Hopefully.
[Tac1] Adelaide says, "Acknowledged CIC."
[RAPTOR_214: Jax] Well. Time to see if Jax can land a busted bird. As the Raiders focus on the Vipers, Jackson fires in hard towards the Genesis. Home. Let's hope he doesn't splat.
[Tac1] "Hera Actual" Reed says, "Hera acknowledges, fire control advised."
[Cav_1744: Novella] Cav's guns blink as the tracer fire arcs across the sky. She's presented with a nice low-deflection shot and the rounds find home in the Raider's tail. It explodes in a shower of sparks as she rolls back through an immelmann, her aim falling back on one of Micah's attackers. She bores in with her throttle firewalled.
[Hound_840: Warwick] Sending off a few shots at his target, Hound hits it, before turning around again, attempting to get this thing beaten up once more. Taking a shot that just deflects off his bird in the process.
[VIPER_702: Micah] Switching targets mid-streak, Micah rolls hard to port and rattles off a burst of gunfire at the bandit closing in on Jammer's bird. It's not quite enough to distract, but the hole ripped through its hull might have something to do with the merely grazing shot it gets off at the raptor. Once the trundlebugs are out of harm's way, he swivels on a dime and targets his wingman's bandit.
The Hera is taking a hell of a beating off those raiders. Good thing those guns don't let up as they splatter one of those Hvy Raiders across the foredeck.
[Tac1] "Cav" Novella says, "Crow, protect Hound! I've got your six!"
[Hound_840: Warwick] Staying on to the Heavy Raider he's been following, Hound gets a hit to the wing from the same cylon craft, but keeps on moving for it again, intent on knocking the thing completely out of the fight. Flying a bit more carefully now, though.
[VIPER_702: Micah] ..and something in there misfires horribly, sending Micah briefly into a tailspin before he manages to jam on the stick and footpedal to correct. Cursing into his helmet, he thumps the thrusters and goes in for another pass.
[Cav_1744: Novella] Novella's rounds find hits scoring across a Raider's hull as it flashes past. She hauls her Viper into a hard break-turn, her helmet craned so she can track her target through the turn. She settles in behind a new target aiming for Micah and squeezes the trigger.
[Tac1] Adelaide says, "CIC I have an unknown pilot down here requesting a Viper, permission to grant request?"
[Tac1] "Jailhouse" Micah says, "Splash on your bandit, Hound, you're in the clear for now."
[Tac1] "CIC-TAC" Drusus says, "Deck, CIC. Um. Hold, please."
[Tac1] Adelaide says, "Aye, aye sir.."
[Hound_840: Warwick] Although his shots missed, Warwick stays on the Heavy Raider, heading for the thing a bit more cautiously now.
[Tac1] "Hound" Warwick says, "Thanks."
[Tac1] "Jailhouse" Micah says, "Juke it up, Hound, you've got another motherfrakking tin can that wants a piece of you."
[Tac1] "Cav" Novella says, "Hound, get your ass back to the Genesis on the double! We've got you covered!"
[Judge_Ship_206: Genesis] Can the Hera take much more of this?!
[Tac1] "Wolf" Phelan says, "This is Rhodes STILL in the tubes, requesting clearance to launch."
[Cav_1744: Novella] Novella covers over Micah's shoulder as he explodes the Heavy Raider chasing Warwick. She rolls away towards the last Raider and dives on it as it pursues her wingman.
[Tac1] "Cav" Novella says, "Book it, Crow! You've got a tail. Deuce him and set me up."
[VIPER_702: Micah] Dipping and weaving, Micah manages to keep a bead on his target as it chases his wingman. He cuts into a hard roll through the turn, rounds tearing through the bandit's underbelly and breaking it apart at the seams. Helmet twisting to spot the bogey Novella mentioned, he ducks underneath the wreckage and strafes out further to lead his tail into a hard turn.
[Hound_840: Warwick] Heading back home sounds like the thing to do. Living to fight another day and all that. But Hound keeps his Viper on course for a few more moments, before he rolls off to the side to get away from the thing, and getting back home. Making sure he's out of the way of the remaining Raider, since it takes time getting back in his shot up state.
[Tac1] "Cav" Novella says, "Negative, Rhodes. Stand down."
[Tac1] "Havok" Gavilon says, "Command, Havok. Borrowing a bird to assist in combat. System check complete, hot and ready for launch."
[Tac1] Adelaide says, "CIC, Deck here unknown Pilot has launched."
[Tac1] "Wolf" Phelan says, "Copy that Cav, I hear launch authorized. I'm on my way."
New DRADIS Contact: Wolf_212 arrives from Hangar Bay B.
Luckily that is all that came through the warp with the Raptors. Birds beat up, the Hera smoking and having damage control all over the place.
[Tac1] "CIC-TAC" Drusus says, "Wait, what? Deck, I said -hold-. Oh, for frak's sake."
[Tac1] Adelaide says, "CIC, Deck sir he just climbed in, I couldn't stop him."
[Tac1] "Cav" Novella says, "Splash all bandits, Genesis." A pause. "Rhodes! RTB at the speed of heat. Do you copy me?"
[Tac1] "Hound" Warwick says, "CIC, Hound. Coming in as fast as the remains of this bird can take me."
[Tac1] "CIC-TAC" Drusus says, "All units, CIC. Intercept unknown pilot. Scramble, now!"
[Tac1] "Wolf" Phelan says, "Wolf, Cav. did not copy last. CIC, I'm in the air looking for unknown contact, do you have him on dradis?"
[Tac1] "Cav" Novella says, "Rhodes, enjoy this flight. Crow, RTB with Hound."
[Tac1] Adelaide says, "CIC, Deck here pilot is still in tubes it was Rhodes that launched."
[VIPER_702: Micah] Micah's pummeled by another few rounds from the bandit on his tail, despite his best efforts to love 'im and lose 'im. That last hit seems to have knocked his comms out, as he tries to get a message across that's drowned in noise. He at least has the sense to hobble back to the barn though, whether or not he received Novella's instructions.
[Hound_840: Warwick] Since his Viper would be about as useful as a pebble in intercepting anything, Hound comes in for the landing, slowly but carefully.
[Tac1] "CIC-TAC" Drusus says, "Deck, CIC, acknowledged."
[Cav_1744: Novella] Novella takes her Viper back towards the Genesis and safeties her guns. She takes the craft through a slow arc over the flightpod and watches her pilots land.