AWD #136: Aerilon Tanker Base Strike
Aerilon Tanker Base Strike
Summary: Several members of the Orion's Air Group provide air cover for a strike by fast attack tanks on Aerilon. Lots of things go BOOM.
Date: 22/05/2013 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: None
Agrippa Bennett Cole Jason Kelsey Luc Maia Phin Ygraine RetrogradeST 
Surface of Aerilon
Its Aerilon! Look at all the green!
5/22/2005

So the mission briefing was pretty rushed, in order to give the pilots enough time to work out their own assignments and flight prep for what is going to be an Interesting Day. "The Cylons completely control the airspace on Aerilon, and noone's bothered to challenge them for it since the war started, so a majority of their air operations are anti-ground, and escorting craft to and from the surface. The 5th has a group of fast attack tanks: They're faster than the massive assault beasts we have down here on Piraeus, but that means they're easier to perforate, and unfortunately the only approach to this target is across a nice wide open space…with no air support, it would be a suicide run. So what the tankers need from us is about 20 minutes to cross this plain far enough to get in effective range of their mobile guns, shell it into rubble, and get the hell out. Their recon scouts are warning that there is at least one, possibly two active mobie Forge vehicles, and the staging base the raiders will likely be coming from is off to the south about 3-5 minutes scramble time. The moment we appear, the basestars are going to know something's up and begin to mobilize, so its cruicial that the moment the tankers say they are clear, you leave, unless you really want two full basestars of raiders to hand your asses to you.

"The Orion is jumping into high atmosphere. You have a four minute window to launch and get the hell off the deck before we jump back out again. Descend to these coordinates and signal the ground commander you are ready for him to begin his attack run. In thirty minutes, we will be at the coordinates you have in your briefing to retrieve you. The tankers already know that we are not hanging around when that 30 minute window us up, so their ground commander, a Captain John Marachek, is going to call an abort if they do not stay on schedule. If they are successful, he will signal an all clear when his tanks have retreated to safe cover - at that point, you are clear to disengage. If you are ahead of schedule, one of the Raptors will jump back to our staging point to signal us and we will return early to collect you. Good luck, folks." And with that, everyone is dismissed to the deck to prep for jump and launch.

Agrippa had sat through the briefing quietly, focused on the key points of what they will be facing and segments of the mission. He had also jotted down some notes as well until they are dismissed. Then he heads off with the other pilots to grab the rest of his gear that will keep him safe from vaccuum. With that accomplished, Punchdrunk now finds himself in the cockpit of his own Viper, after doing a visual inspection of his fighter. Now he is going through the last bits of the pre-flight checklist and soon enough, his Viper is ready to go, mounted on the catapult to be flung into Aerilon's upper atmosphere.

The mission does start off with a surprise as Luc stays completely quiet through the briefing. Followed by moving along to get his gear and then get ready in his viper. Making his last preparations and check-up before he signals for his ready.

Phin is planted in a Viper, going through his pre-flight. He's methodical about it as they await the order to launch. There's a calming quality about the mundane routine, even knowing it'll lead to something anything-but-calm.

Having been quiet and nodding at the briefing, Jason has now made his way over to the Predator he's flying this time. Walking around it a bit carefully as he checks a few things, before moving himself into the cockpit now, letting out a bit of a sigh.

After the briefing, Maia had gone to her Predator and patiently completed her pre-flight check before giving a go to her ECO the thumbs up. "I'm good to go." Glancing out the canopy before taking her place, helmet strapped on, flight suit buckled. Time to play.

After the briefing, there was a quick butt slap given to Phin after they were assigned to each other's wing and then Janitor folds himself into his Viper and makes sure everything is green. There are quick little movements of his hands in a practiced rhythm through a systems check and now he just drums his index fingers on this stick while he waits for the Tubes.

After the jump, the occupying basestars are confirmed to be well out of position - the ready aircraft are given the signal to go, and the flurry of launches begins, with a couple of support Raptors leaving the deck to accompany the flock of Vipers and Predators down to the surface. Pretty much the moment the last aircraft is clear, Actual signals a 'good luck' on comms, and the battlestar jumps back out in a loud boom of displaced atmosphere, leaving the Wing to its own devices. Thirty minutes and counting…

Once Orion's FTL jump is completed and he is given the green light to launch, Agrippa gives the thumbs-up to the team controlling his catapult. Pushing the thruster lever forward, the triple engines of his Viper roars to life as the catapult slings him down the length of tube and out. Once he's freed, he feels the gentle tug of gravity from the planet and begins to descend with the others to the checkpoint.

Phin sends a quick wireless message to his flight-mates and the LSO that his bird is green and in no danger of blowing him up of its own volition. And then on the order to launch, he's off. Veering clear of the battlestar, then circling a little to form up with Cole once the other pilot is clear of the tubes.

Launching his Predator, Jason glances towards the ECO for a few moments, then focuses on the flying, moving to take up his position with the others now. Letting out a quiet breath, before he begins singing softly under his breath, keeping it off the com now.

Cole gets spit out of the Tubes like when you don't pay that hooker the extra amount for the white-glove service. He's hard on the throttle of his Viper as he jukes into an open position to form up with Phin, giving a little waggle of his wings to sign that he's good to go.

[Into the Wireless] Cole says, "Flight, this is Janitor. You know the drill. Give 'em hell, boys and girls."

If you didn't know better, you wouldn't think there had been a war on: This particular spot of Aerilon exemplifies the 'agricultural breadbasket' the colony has a reputation for - green everywhere, blanketed in fields that are currently untilled, and even a few fields full of cows grazing away. Not a Raider in sight or on DRADIS. Well, yet.

Once she's off Orion and everything seems to be good to go, Maia focuses on flying, eyes on the sky, a half grin curving up her lips as she glances back at her ECO very briefly. Hearing Cole over the com, she chuckles softly to herself, watching the Vipers out her canopy.. One day soon she'd be there, if everything went right. With nothing on DRADIS, she's relaxed and just enjoying the flight.

Luc hums to himself as he fly out with the rest. Going into position and keeping eyes and ears open. Hearing the brief speech from Cole as well. Moving easily with his viper and taking in the sight around him.

Phin waggles his wings back at Cole, before settling in to fly on Janitor's four o'clock. His eyes do a visual sweep around him, as the Predators, Raptors and his fellow Vipers settle into a flight pattern toward Aerilon. He can't help but let his gaze linger down on the green fields, and even the faint cows. Almost pastoral enough to make you forget about Cylons. But not quite.

While in flight where there is nothing happening, Agrippa had pulled out his waterproof notepad and scanned over the notes he had jotted down during the briefing, as if to refresh his own memory before tucking it away. As the fertile fields come into view, Punchdrunk's gaze is also drawn to them, as if a clear reminder of a life that they had all lived, peaceful.

[Into the Wireless] Retrograde says, "(Marachek) Comm check. This is FATboy Lead. It is 1700 hours local time and I see birdies in the air. Do our chickenhawk friends have their ears on? Over."

As if she knows what Maia is thinking, Ygraine remarks, "You'd rather be in one of those, wouldn't you." It's not a question, but it's more resigned and less hostile. "Ya do know that vipers are the girls ya frak and raptors are th'ones ya marry?"

"Looks too peaceful…" Jason mutters to himself as he looks down onto the Fields of Aerilon, shrugging a little. Turning his head slightly to look at the other birds flying, for a few brief moments.

Cole fraks his viper, unf unf. Or more like he's making looooooove to it, the way he maneuvers that thing. Flying in tandem with Phin, he starts to sing a song under his breath, little crackles of it coming across the coms when it happens to pick it up.

[Into the Wireless] Cole says, "….run run runaway, runaway baby…before I put my spell on you…"

With amusement in her expression, Maia glances back at Ygraine again, offering her a wink. "Promise?" Yeah, definitely in no sort of hurry for all that marriage stuff. Not again! "'Sides, I was a Raptor first and always, any mission where there's an option it'll be a Raptor, so I won't break up Team Blonde."

Ygraine sticks her tongue out in reply as she kicks the DRADIS into serious gear, keeping an eye out for the sudden appearance of enemy incoming.

Phin can't suppress a grin as Cole's song stylings play over the wireless. Though he does not join in for the chorus. His eyes flit from scanning the skies of Aerilon to his instruments, for signs of Cylons.

Bennett has been paired with one of the squadron's junior grade lieutenants today; a mouthy sort who likes to break the tension in the cockpit with witty banter. Except he isn't all that witty. Bennett keeps her focus on the task at hand, though a snippet of a bemused rejoinder can occasionally be caught over the comms. Her handling of the Predator is confident, though lacks the finesse of a flashier pilot.

[Into the Wireless] Retrograde says, "(Marachek) (in the background) Was that…singing? (then louder, into the mic) Say again? Unidentified aircraft, this is FATboy Lead. We're expecting a pack of chickenhawks right about now. Identify yourself, over."

Shaking his head a little as he hears Cole over the com, Jason is unable to hold back a bit of a chuckle. "You know, that's one of the few here that's craier than me…" It's offered a bit lightly as he keeps on focusing on the flying now.

[Into the Wireless] Bennett says, "FATboy Lead, this is six-two-seven-zero-charlie, I read you five by five. We're your chickenhawks. Please forward your coordinates."

Maia chuckles in response to Ygraine but sobers immediately after and focuses on the canopy, eyes on the ground, in the sky, looking for anything. "How's it lookin' out there, Milkshake? Still clear on the DRADIS?"

WIRELESS: Marachek's voice, "Well hot damn. Seven zee-row charlie, we are damned happy to see you. We are at your rendesvous coordinates, 1 click away from you on a heading of oh nine eight. We are firing the plants up now and ready to begin our run. We estimate you have a couple of minutes before the local Raider patrol hauls ass back here from the moment you fly overhead and we emerge from the trees. Over." In the background before the mic cuts out, he can be heard yelling, "We are ON! GOGOG*"

The direction Marachek is indicating is pretty much spot-on on the breifing. In fact, the light forest directly below looks like it ends right about…there, and empties out into a large, flat farming field. Tanks would be open, easy targets out on that, indeed. The far distance must be the foothills and the staging base the group was warned of.

And then Milkshake pipes up within an instant, "All vipers, Milkshake! AA platforms registering on Dradis at six nine two carom four, carom five, carom eight! Repeat, AA platforms sighted and powering up!"

As the chatter begins to fill the comms, Agrippa glances briefly to the speakers, listening to the ground element that they had hooked up with. However, it is the ECO's warning that draws the Viper jock's full attention, FORGE Batteries, not fun. Tightening his grip on his flightstick, Punchdrunk looks over in the direction that Ygraine had pointed out, getting ready to both look or smoke trails of missiles that may be launched into the air and also any alarm bells that may denote that his Viper is being painted.

Kelsey is here. She was here from the beginning, dontcha know? She's in a Raptor for this op, tasked with CSAR in case somebody gets shot down or someone needs a pickup. Her Raptor isn't nearly as fast as a Predator to start with, but the underslung guns and drones slow her down further. She's dropping out of atmo high above and spotting out the groups, keeping a distance from the SAMs for now. "Squire is on station and standing by."

Bennett says into the wireless, "Copy that, Fatboy Lead. We have your coordinates; flight, adjust heading to intercept. Predators, focus the AA batteries. Vipers, be ready to jump on those raiders the instant they hid DRADIS."

Bennett throttles her bird up and lights the engines with a surge of tylium, slotting into formation along with the other predators. If she's not accustomed to flying such a fleet-footed bird, it doesn't show.. yet. After a word with her co-pilot, the guidance systems come online with a little chirrup in the background.

Phin winces some at the chatter about 'AA platforms,' handling getting a little lighter on his controls. Though he doesn't quite start turning loopy evasives just yet. Into the wireless he says, "Flight, Dolly. Copy that, Milkshake. Eyes out an maneuvers loose for them. Butcha, gotcha. We got you guys covered."

"Copy that Butch. Dolly? Janitor. Let's show them what we've been practicing in the sims." Having been winged up with the younger pilot is no coincidence, as it's with Dolly's help that Cole is finally regaining his confidence behind the stick.

Nodding a little as he hears the call from the wireless, Jason shrugs. "Seems that it's lights, cameras and action now," he remarks to the other person aboard, and then turns in the direction indicated. Putting himself on the comms now. "Flight, Superstar." Sounds like he hasn't quite gotten used to actually using that callsign yet. "Preparing to deal with the platforms now."

As the aircraft scream past the treeline, a half dozen armored tanks painted a brown and green camo pattern roar out into the open at a significant clip, maintaining a wavering distance from each other to attempt to evade any early incoming fire or targetting attempts. These are indeed not the heavy monsters the Marines have on Piraeus, but the main gun barrels they sport are certainly not popguns.

Ygraine's warning proves timely and accurate as several craft in the flight immediately get painting warnings, followed a few seconds later by a locking threat. They don't seem to be as fast as Sabers, at least…

"Flight, Bigmouth. Copy that." Comes Luc's first words of the mission, over the wireless. Continuing to move along as he is expected to. Manuevering easily enough and focused.

Once Ygraine gives the warning, Maia moves into formation with the Preds, lower altitude, intending on using the first pass to aim at one of the targets. "Flight, Toybox.." Yeah, the whole callsign.. she misses her old one. "Good to go, aiming now."

Kelsey keeps at the edge of range, swinging her Raptor around in a low circle. But when her ECO pipes up, the afterburners on her Raptor glow and she rockets ahead with speed, diving for low altitude. "Flight, Squire! I'm painted!"

"Steady, steady," Bennett murmurs to herself, wireless off, so the soft words are lost in her helmet. Gloved hand light on the yoke, she maneuvers in, backs off at the warning, then blasts in again to take a shot.

Bennett speaks over the wireless, "Flight, cover our raptor."

Agrippa's Viper is definitely not happy as it begins yelling at its pilot, the loud warning of his fighter being locked onto by one of the FORGEs. "Flight, Punchdrunk. One of them is trying to find a lock on me." He gives an update to the others before angling his fighter down towards the anti-aircraft Cylons, getting ready to perform a strafing run with his KEW cannons, aiming for the missile tubes.

<+==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~===~~~~~~ Combat #761 ~~~~~~==~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+
< Name Weapon/Vehicle Damage Stance/Action Target
<
< Team 1
< Agrippa Viper-6222K (plt) ….. BAN/attack Forge1
< Bennett Predator-6270C (plt ….. BAN/attack Forge2
< Cole Viper-7377E (plt) ….. BAN/attack Forge2
< Jason Predator-8363P (plt ….. EVA/aim Forge1
< Kelsey Raptor-5785V (plt) ….. EVA/pass
< Luc Viper-7354Q (plt) ….. BAN/pass
< Maia Predator-5925I (plt ….. BAN/aim Forge3
< Phin Viper-3067D (plt) ….. BAN/attack Forge2
< Ygraine Predator-5925I (pas ….. NOR/suppress Forge3
<
< Team 2
< Forge1 Aa Battery-7184W (p ….. NOR/aim Jason
< Forge2 Aa Battery-9189B (p ….. NOR/aim Kelsey
< Forge3 Aa Battery-5839V (p ….. NOR/aim Agrippa
<
< Team 3
< Fat1-marachek Raptor-6565D (plt) ….. NOR/pass
< Fat2 Raptor-2675N (plt) ….. NOR/pass
< Fat3 Raptor-4090C (plt) ….. NOR/pass
< Fat4 Raptor-8894G (plt) ….. NOR/pass
< Fat5 Raptor-2798K (plt) ….. NOR/pass
<
< Observers/NPCMasters:
< Retrograde
<+==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~=====~~~~=====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+

Ygraine's fingers start flying as she starts sending out jamming signals. "Toybox, I'm gonna focus on suppressing th' systems that target either us or the vipers. I reckon th'other preds can take care of themselves."

Phin shifts lower in the atmosphere, so his comparatively small guns have a shot at the AA platform. He takes a deep breath and lets it out slow. Flying toward the things has an unnerving quality to it. "Butch, Dolly. Copy. Janitor, targeting battery at carom two-zero. Let's do this, dude."

Frowning a bit at the warning from his Predator, Jason lets out a bit of a sigh. "Okay, not good…" Moving the craft a bit from side to side, to avoid being an easy target as he approaches it, there's a bit of silence in the cockpit for now.

<FS3> Ygraine rolls Alertness: Success.

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Forge2 takes careful aim at Kelsey.
<COMBAT> Forge1 takes careful aim at Jason.
<COMBAT> Fat3 passes.
<COMBAT> Fat2 passes.
<COMBAT> Fat1-marachek passes.
<COMBAT> Forge3 takes careful aim at Agrippa.
<COMBAT> Fat5 passes.
<COMBAT> Fat4 passes.
<COMBAT> Ygraine suppresses Forge3 with Ecm. <successful>
<COMBAT> Phin attacks Forge2 with KEW - Serious wound to Controls (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Maia takes careful aim at Forge3.
<COMBAT> Luc attacks Forge3 with KEW - Moderate wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Kelsey passes.
<COMBAT> Jason takes careful aim at Forge1.
<COMBAT> Cole attacks Forge2 with KEW - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Bennett attacks Forge2 with 20MM MINIGUN - Critical wound to Body.
<COMBAT> Agrippa attacks Forge1 with KEW - Moderate wound to Weapon (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Retrograde has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Aa Battery-7184w has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Forge1 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Aa Battery-9189b has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Forge2 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Aa Battery-5839v has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Forge3 has been KO'd!
<+==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~===~~~~~~ Combat #761 ~~~~~~==~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+
< Name Weapon/Vehicle Damage Stance/Action Target
<
< Team 1
< Agrippa Viper-6222K (plt) ….. BAN/attack
< Bennett Predator-6270C (plt ….. BAN/attack
< Cole Viper-7377E (plt) ….. BAN/attack
< Jason Predator-8363P (plt ….. EVA/aim
< Kelsey Raptor-5785V (plt) ….. EVA/pass
< Luc Viper-7354Q (plt) ….. BAN/attack
< Maia Predator-5925I (plt ….. BAN/aim
< Phin Viper-3067D (plt) ….. BAN/attack
< Ygraine Predator-5925I (pas ….. NOR/suppress
<
< Team 3
< Fat1-marachek Raptor-6565D (plt) ….. NOR/pass
< Fat2 Raptor-2675N (plt) ….. NOR/pass
< Fat3 Raptor-4090C (plt) ….. NOR/pass
< Fat4 Raptor-8894G (plt) ….. NOR/pass
< Fat5 Raptor-2798K (plt) ….. NOR/pass
<
< Observers/NPCMasters:
< Retrograde
<+==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~=====~~~~=====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+

So indeed, the Forge vehicles power up, aim, and the warning chirps seem to indicate they do indeed have targets selected and might about to be letting a missile off the chain, when a hail of KEW and minigun fire tears across the field from long range, mowing lines of death across the ground, raking over each of the mobile structures. Phin, Luc, Cole, Bennett, and Agrippa all have the satisfaction of seeing their rounds make contact, with varying degrees of success…the end result of the strafing run across the hillside is no less than three separate explosions, immediately followed by the angry lock warnings fading away.

Kelsey dives in low and heads towards a freeway. Destroyed cars blast past beneath her Raptor as she flies up the wide road, trying to get away from the lock. When it vanishes, she climbs the Raptor back into the sky and gains altitude. Her body twists in the ejection seat to try and get a look around.

FORGEs are deadly weapon platforms that can launch death into the air, but luckily they apparently need time to acquire a solid lock, so it is a game of chicken for Agrippa. Luckily, this round the Colonials won and Punchdrunk's burst of KEW cannons slam into the missile tubes of the Cylon AA that he targets, punching threw and catching the missile inside. Pulling up, he has his Viper pull out of the dive, now searching for more hostiles.

"Whoooo!!" Ygraine cheers, and it crackles across the radio. "Did ya see that? Did ya see that? We're on frakkin' fire!" Ygraine seems to be all about the celebrating until it abruptly cuts off as she peers at something at the very edge of her DRADIS. "Well, that didn't last. Flight, this is Milkshake. Multiple Raiders just jumped in at the very edge of DRADIS range, ya don't got long before there'll be visual. Boys n' girls, get ready t'rumble."

The good thing is with all the cross fire, Cole only knows he hit the target, not the part about it being ineffectual. Which is a beneficial to one's ego. Not that Cole's ego needs any help. "Suck on that you sonofabitch." Janitor crows victoriously to noone but himself, not his fault if the mic picks it up. And then the singing continues, "Your poor little heart will end up alone…Cause you know I'm a rolling stone… WAIT, WHO'S ON FIRE?! SOUND OFF." He must've misheard Ygraine.

Frowning as he keeps on moving out of the way of incoming fire, Jason shakes his head a little bit, as the enemies goes all up in fireballs. "Thought they were hard to take down," he mutters to himself, not taking part in any celebration or anything at the moment.

The strafing run also illuminates one other aspect: the staging base. While there doesn't seem to be a landing craft in the bunkered structure right now, there's certainly space for something the size of a cargo ship or civilian liner to fit there. Centurions visibly move around in the brief glimpse the pilots can get while sailing close by - whether they are scrambling for anti-aircraft weaponry or just heading for cover, its too quick to tell.

<COMBAT> Cylon1 has joined the combat as a Pilot in Raider-7750T on team 2. (Retrograde)

"NICE, Butch!" Phin enthuses over the wireless, as the Predator pilot decimates their target. He gets in a parting shot at the wreckage, too. "Milkshake, Dolly. Copy that. Janitor, nobody's on fire. Yet. Heads up for Raiders, ECO says we've got incoming."

Having taken a pass to aim, Maia suddenly finds nothing left to aim at and she laughs! "Damnnnnnn" This is inside her Predator as she hears Ygraine cheer. "That.. was incredible." And then the Raiders arrive. Frak. "Let's do it." Man, one person she'd freely admit to adoring and that's her ECO.

<COMBAT> Cylon2 has joined the combat as a Pilot in Raider-0457A on team 2. (Retrograde)
<COMBAT> Cylon3 has joined the combat as a Pilot in Raider-8361E on team 2. (Retrograde)
<COMBAT> Cylon4 has joined the combat as a Pilot in Raider-5365I on team 2. (Retrograde)
<COMBAT> Cylon5 has joined the combat as a Pilot in Raider-2370N on team 2. (Retrograde)

A swift strike came from Luc as well. Flying in close enough to be able to take the Forge out with shots right at it. Smirking a bit to himself, especially as he sees the others being dealt with as well. "Nice work you all!" Though there is not much time to celebrate as he need to prepare for the arriving raiders.

Bennett seems intent on making damned sure that the middle battery does not have an opportunity to blast Kelsey and her backseater to smithereens. Urging her predator in on an all-out offensive strafing run, she unloads the ship's guns until it's about to click empty— and the turret goes up in a plume of smoke under her and Dolly's combined fire. "Dolly, you set it right up for me," she speaks into the wireless with a smile. "Fatboy Lead, Butch, anything else you'd like us to renovate? I have no raiders on DRADIS yet-"

Ygraine responds quickly, "Butch, Milkshake! Inbound raiders on the edge of my DRADIS - they'll be comin' in soon - "

WIRELESS: (Marachek) "Seven Zee-Row, FATBoy Lead. That was damn pretty shooting. You keep that light show up and keep those tin cans we see coming in off our asses for another five minutes and we'll give you a fireworks show of our own and owe you a case of home brew."

There's an audible pause from Bennett, and then her melodic voice comes over the wireless again, "Copy, Milkshake, I see them. Raptors, Predators, fall back and provide support for our guns." Guns, meaning Vipers. "And Milkshake? Keep your eyes on that bunker for me?"

Pulling back up to cruising altitude, Agrippa listens in on more updates and this time it appears that Raiders are inbound. He forms up with the other Vipers, knowing that this wave they will have to take care off and keep them off of the attack tanks as well as their Predators and Raptors.

As the wing 'resets' itself and prepares for incoming, DRADIS tells a story of the incoming: Whatever alerted the Forge trucks called in the calvary, and while there are about a half dozen raiders leading the charge, there are more trailing behind them, rather than one swarming pack of the machines like they might have remembered from other encounters. This isnt going to be a fight one can claim a 'win' on…its a matter of 'can they be held back long enough?'

With nothing to target, Maia just bites on her lip as she glances at the DRADIS before watching out the canopy as she can just.. wait. Scary stuff. "Holy… Frak.." The whispered words are for Ygraine only…

With the incoming raiders Luc just forms up with the vipers, Seeing the incoming ones. Opting to go for one of those attacking the predators.

"See, knew it looked too peaceful," Jason mutters to his ECO, before he brings the Predator into a position to support now. Shaking his head a bit more as he sees how many enemies there are. "As long as they target us, not the guys on the ground, I guess…" he mutters under his breath.

There really should be some Flight of the Valkyrie music playing to accompany the sweeping flight of the Orion's birds as they descend on their prey, in the vast game of kill or be killed. Janitor forms back around with Phin and presses onward still flying balls to the wall.

Ygraine triggers her com. "Butch, Milkshake. I think we need to get a pred on each of th' vipers for defensive support and th' rest have at on missiles. Copy?" She seems to want Bennett's approval of her tactical suggestion.

Bennett peels away from the 'nose' of the formation, dropping back to put the vipers in position for a cavalry charge. She lets out a low, soft whistle as contacts continue to pop up on her ship's scanner. "Milkshake, agreed. We're going to be outnumbered rather quickly; I think we can outmaneuver them if we play this safe and cover each other."

"Janitor, Dolly. Watch your ass, man, you've picked up a bandit. Targeting it." And Phin comes around to do so. His Viper sort of weaves in the Aerilon air, like he's trying to ride the gravity push that atmosphere gives him. He's doesn't do too badly at it, either.

As the two groups near each other, Agrippa pulls back on his flightstick again to put his Viper into a steep climb before inverting his fighter and leveling out. Catching the spread of five Raiders in his visual, he sees one breaking off from the furball to dive down at one of the tanks. "Punchdrunk to Tank Group, you've got one coming down on you, trying to intercept!" Pulling back on the flightstick again, Punchdrunk sends himself into an inverted dive right after that Cylon and only when chasing his target does he flip his Viper right side up again. Waiting for the distance to close further, he depresses the trigger stub and sends a burst of KEW cannons at his target, trying to lead the target enough to shatter the cockpit.

<COMBAT> Agrippa will spend luck on Attack this turn.
<COMBAT> Phin will spend luck on Attack this turn.
<COMBAT> Luc will spend luck on attack this turn.

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Fat4 passes.
<COMBAT> Cylon3 passes.
<COMBAT> Fat5 passes.
<COMBAT> Fat3 passes.
<COMBAT> Fat2 passes.
<COMBAT> Cylon4 passes.
<COMBAT> Cylon1 passes.
<COMBAT> Fat1-marachek passes.
<COMBAT> Cylon5 passes.
<COMBAT> Cylon2 passes.
<COMBAT> Phin attacks Cylon1 with KEW - Critical wound to Cockpit.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Cylon1 - Critical wound to Right Leg.
<COMBAT> Maia passes.
<COMBAT> Luc attacks Cylon4 with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Kelsey passes.
<COMBAT> Jason passes.
<COMBAT> Cole attacks Cylon4 with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Bennett passes.
<COMBAT> Agrippa attacks Cylon5 with KEW - Serious wound to Cockpit.
<COMBAT> Retrograde has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Cylon1 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider-2370n has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Cylon5 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Luc will attack Cylon4 this turn.

Unfortunately, there is little Bennett can do to assist her comrades against the raiders hurtling in toward them. Hissing softly beneath her breath, she drags her eyes off the sight of Maia being targeted by a sleek enemy fighter, and focuses on any ground targets that might pop up. "Fatboy Lead, if you have anything that might give us a leg up here, we seem to be a little shorthanded. What is your status on the ground?"

And just as quick as that, the Raiders go from gleams in the distance, to practically ON the field. The pack of five split up, two heading low and aiming for the tanks, the remaining three peeling off to head for the airborne threats. Before any of them can open fire, however, one of the two heading low has a hole ripped open down the center by Agrippa and explodes, scattering metal parts all over the field, raining down across the last two tanks…who fortunately seem unharmed. Of the three that went high, Phin manages to clip one that was angling to get a firing line on Cole, turning the craft into a fireball before it ever has a chance to maneuver into position.

<+==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~===~~~~~~ Combat #761 ~~~~~~==~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+
< Name Weapon/Vehicle Damage Stance/Action Target
<
< Team 1
< Agrippa Viper-6222K (plt) ….. BAN/attack
< Bennett Predator-6270C (plt ….. CAU/pass
< Cole Viper-7377E (plt) ….. BAN/attack Cylon4
< Jason Predator-8363P (plt ….. NOR/pass
< Kelsey Raptor-5785V (plt) ….. EVA/pass
< Luc Viper-7354Q (plt) ….. BAN/attack Cylon4
< Maia Predator-5925I (plt ….. NOR/pass
< Phin Viper-3067D (plt) ….. BAN/attack
< Ygraine Predator-5925I (pas ….. NOR/suppress
<
< Team 2
< Cylon2 Raider-0457A (plt) ….. NOR/pass Fat3
< Cylon3 Raider-8361E (plt) ….. NOR/pass Luc
< Cylon4 Raider-5365I (plt) ….. NOR/pass Maia
<
< Team 3
< Fat1-marachek Raptor-6565D (plt) ….. NOR/pass
< Fat2 Raptor-2675N (plt) ….. NOR/pass
< Fat3 Raptor-4090C (plt) ….. NOR/pass
< Fat4 Raptor-8894G (plt) ….. NOR/pass
< Fat5 Raptor-2798K (plt) ….. NOR/pass
<
< Observers/NPCMasters:
< Retrograde
<+==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~=====~~~~=====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+

Coming in full speed and trying to get a hit to the raiders seems to fail for Luc. Muttering curses at that. Continuing to try and help Maia's raptor as it is targeted. Following the one and ignoring the one that seems to have chosen to follow his own tail.

"Shit. Shit, shit shit." Milkshake mutters, over and over as she watches the oncoming.

Leading the target just enough, the triple autocannons on Agrippa's Viper punches into the Raider's cockpit, shattering the red glowing visor. Watching as the Cylon break apart, trailing smoke from the various pieces as they fall to the ground, Punchdrunk banks his fighter around to engage the second Raider that is diving down at the tanks. While doing so, he gives an update to the tankers, "Punchdrunk to Tank Group, one down, one more bearing down on you, engaging!"

You can bet there is no singing from Cole now, as he drops his pitch too far and misses his shot by a mile or an inch, it doesn't matter. He missed. A gloved hand side-smacks the canopy. Janitor only has that split second of self admonishment before he reforms with the pack to hunt.

"We're sitting ducks up here!" Maia calls into the com, at least using it again, hearing the cursing from Milkshake. "Frak.." This is muttered more to herself as she prepares for some piloting to try and evade. "Get it off my ass!" Anyone… anyone..

WIRELESS: (Maracek) "Seven Zee Row, nossir, not without stopping onea my tin cans to whip out a manpack SAM. We didn't arm up for AA since we were depending on you up there. Give us a heads up if you're folding so we can get our asses out of the open! Almost there!" In the distance before the line stops, "Close enough. Stop and aim before*"

WIRELESS: "Toybox, Bigmouth. I am doing my best. Hold on a bit longer. I'll get rid of that frakker." Comes Luc's reassurance as he tries to settle into get a good shot.

Phin is doing well enough working with the gravity. At least, he hits his target before it can do any damage. "Janitor, Dolly. You're in the clear." If he has any sense of his wingman's self-admonishment, it doesn't show in his voice. He tries to keep his concentration on the immediate. The Raiders, rather than the ground below.

"Fatboy Lead, this is seven zero charlie. We're holding up for the time being. Don't worry, we've got you covered-" Her voice clicks off the wireless, though the undercurrent of frustration is difficult to miss. "Like sitting ducks up here," she mutters into her helmet, blue eyes reflecting back at her through the visor.

"Quack…" comes the quiet reply from Jason into the coms, before he starts flying a bit closer to the Raiders, then turning away from them. Hoping to draw some of their attention away from the others, to give the Vipers a better shot at actually taking them out. Not much, but it's the best he can do at the moment.

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Fat4 passes.
<COMBAT> Fat3 passes.
<COMBAT> Cylon4 attacks Maia with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cylon2 attacks Fat3 with KEW - Moderate wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Fat5 passes.
<COMBAT> Fat2 passes.
<COMBAT> Fat1-marachek passes.
<COMBAT> Cylon3 attacks Luc with KEW - Light wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Phin attacks Cylon2 with KEW - Light wound to Body.
<COMBAT> Maia passes.
<COMBAT> Luc attacks Cylon4 with KEW - Moderate wound to Body.
<COMBAT> Kelsey passes.
<COMBAT> Jason passes.
<COMBAT> Cole attacks Cylon4 with KEW - Moderate wound to Body.
<COMBAT> Bennett passes.
<COMBAT> Agrippa attacks Cylon2 with KEW - Moderate wound to Right Wing.
<COMBAT> Retrograde has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.

The remaining raiders wheel around, apparently having found the safeties on their weapons this time, as KEW fire rips out at several targets. The remaining low Raider sets his sights on one of the tanks, hailing it with fire, but while it seems to take a pounding, it does not seem to take a catastrophic hit. Similarly, one of the two still in the air lines up on Luc and rakes the side of his craft with fire, finding its mark, even if only slightly effectively so.

The five tanks as a group slow to a violent stop, all five elevating their main cannons even while they are under fire. While the dogfight rages on overhead, all five cannons belch fire and smoke as they lob explosive shells across the field into the foothills, almost immediately answered with multiple explosions lighting up across the base and its proximity.

<+==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~===~~~~~~ Combat #761 ~~~~~~==~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+
< Name Weapon/Vehicle Damage Stance/Action Target
<
< Team 1
< Agrippa Viper-6222K (plt) ….. BAN/attack Cylon2
< Bennett Predator-6270C (plt ….. CAU/pass
< Cole Viper-7377E (plt) ….. BAN/attack Cylon4
< Jason Predator-8363P (plt ….. NOR/pass
< Kelsey Raptor-5785V (plt) ….. EVA/pass
< Luc Viper-7354Q (plt) X…. BAN/attack Cylon4
< Maia Predator-5925I (plt ….. EVA/pass
< Phin Viper-3067D (plt) ….. BAN/attack Cylon2
< Ygraine Predator-5925I (pas ….. NOR/suppress
<
< Team 2
< Cylon2 Raider-0457A (plt) XX… NOR/attack Fat3
< Cylon3 Raider-8361E (plt) ….. NOR/attack Luc
< Cylon4 Raider-5365I (plt) XX… NOR/attack Maia
<
< Team 3
< Fat1-marachek Raptor-6565D (plt) ….. NOR/pass
< Fat2 Raptor-2675N (plt) ….. NOR/pass
< Fat3 Raptor-4090C (plt) X…. NOR/pass
< Fat4 Raptor-8894G (plt) ….. NOR/pass
< Fat5 Raptor-2798K (plt) ….. NOR/pass
<
< Observers/NPCMasters:
< Retrograde
<+==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~=====~~~~=====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+

WIRELESS: "Bigmouth, Toybox, we're still untouched up here, thanks for the distraction."

Pulling a hard incline as soon as she'd got the alerts, Maia glances back briefly. "You alright back there 'Shake?" Moving to join back into formation until she realizes there was still a lock on her Pred. "Hold on tight, we're going to try this again." Hopefully pull off a little fancy piloting.

Kelsey rolls her Raptor out of the lazy racetrack pattern over the battlefield. She slows the Raptor and brings it to a hover over the tanks. "Squire, going hot." She flick off the master arm. The 20mm's begin spinning up as she takes aim at the base and begins unloading like a champ.

"I'm fine." what Milkshake sounds like she is, is frustrated. "Focus on your flyin'."

The pass against the other Cylon by Agrippa isn't as successful as he first as his KEW burst rips through the Raider's wing, punching a few good sized holes through the armor. Narrowing his eyes, he swings his Viper around for another pass though as he does so, he catches sight of another Cylon joining the party down below. But for now, that Raider isn't the priority, the one strafing the tanks are and Punchdrunk takes aim before unleashing another burst of lethal projectiles.

WIRELESS: "Dolly, Punchie, let's try to box this sucker in, need to take it out before it does anymore damage to the tanks."

And there, one of the Raiders seems to have caught the bait. Jason grins a bit, as he keeps on moving a bit from side to side, but not fully cautious now. "Vipers, Superstar. Got one of them tricked into following me like a puppy. Seems like a good chance for you guys to blow it out of the sky, doesn't it?"

Luc does hear the thanks from Maia. Seeing that both him and Janitor were able to get good shots in. Though his own ass is getting shot at as well. Feeling the rumble from the shot which shakes him a bit. "Toybox, Bigmouth. No worries. It's our job after all." Continuing to ignore the one chasing him as he continues for the one on the pred. "Vipers, Bigmouth. Feel free to take out my tail if you wish."

"Great flying, Superstar, keep it up. Boys, have at 'em!" As if they needed encouragement; Bennett gives it, anyway. As for her own fighter, she buzzes one of the raiders and gives it a saucy little come-hither of her own with a wag-wag of the Predator's wings.

Luc not having noticed that it changed target perhaps. But he does see that the one he is chasing changes to Agrippa. Seeing that Cole is still on it he himself does change as one is heading for another predetor. "Flight, Bigmouth. I am heading to cover Superstar's ass."

"Punch, Dolly. Copy that. Focusing fire on the Raider after the grounders." And so Phin is, coming around for another pass against the Cylon molesting the tanks. "Janitor, keep giving Punchie some breathing room back there. We'll take 'em down like dominos."

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Fat3 passes.
<COMBAT> Fat2 passes.
<COMBAT> Cylon4 attacks Agrippa with KEW - Moderate wound to Tail (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Cylon3 attacks Jason with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Fat4 passes.
<COMBAT> Cylon2 attacks Fat1-marachek with KEW - ARMOR on Cabin stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Fat5 passes.
<COMBAT> Fat1-marachek passes.
<COMBAT> Phin attacks Cylon2 with KEW - Light wound to Body.
<COMBAT> Maia passes.
<COMBAT> Luc attacks Cylon3 with KEW - Moderate wound to Engine.
<COMBAT> Kelsey passes.
<COMBAT> Jason passes.
<COMBAT> Cole attacks Cylon4 with KEW - Serious wound to Right Wing.
<COMBAT> Bennett passes.
<COMBAT> Agrippa attacks Cylon2 with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Retrograde has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Raider-8361e has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Cylon3 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider-5365i has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Cylon4 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Cylon6 has joined the combat as a Pilot in Raider-9276M on team 2. (Retrograde)
<COMBAT> Cylon7 has joined the combat as a Pilot in Raider-9481R on team 2. (Retrograde)

When they're good to go, nothing on their six, Maia visibly relaxes, but she's busy watching out the canopy as the rest of their team takes the hits, like some sort of perverted peep show, she's forced to helplessly watch as they alternately get hit and shoot more down. Feeling so helpless, she finds an even stronger determination for that cross qualification she'd been working so hard for, for the past two months. Waiting to hear over the com that everyone was fine, she keeps radio silence for her own part.

A little luck, a little hope. Aristides touches a gloved hand to his chest, touching briefly on something tucked far away out of reach beneath his flight suit. A little luck, a little hope. And maybe the Gods will let you fly true. Cole's aim seems to have improved.

Autoloaders kick smoking shells out the back of the attack tanks and a second round of fire belches from their cannons. While Kelsey's cannons chew up the bunkering softened by tank shells and manages to mow down a Centurion, though two more emerge from the torn open bunker wall, and they look armed for bear. Before any more can emerge, one of the shells must have found its mark, a huge fireball erupts from the middle of the base, the color indicating someone ruptured a Tylium tank either on a ship or on a holding tank, the fire spreading liquid and sticky like napalm, spewing out the entrance the team can see. Nothing ALIVE is going to live through that.

WIRELESS: There's cheering in the background as Marachek calls out, "Seven Zee-Row, we are out of here. Give us a minute to get to the trees and we thank you for keeping our asses out of trouble."

In the air, while the Raider still aiming for the tanks scores an ineffective hit on the lead, his compatriots in the air fare much worse, with both of them erupting into flame as they angle around to get another shot at Jason and Agrippa.

Ygraine sits in the rear seat of Toybox's pred, quietly eyeballing her systems in order to keep track of the combat.

<COMBAT> Cylon7 has joined the combat as a Soldier on team 2. (Retrograde)
<COMBAT> Cylon8 has joined the combat as a Soldier on team 2. (Retrograde)
<COMBAT> Cylon7 has changed weapons to Missile HE. (Retrograde)

Kelsey helps out the tanks, strafing across the facility. But as she watches Centurions appear, the Raptor is banked away and the woman adds power. "Flight, Squire, active Centurions emerging from the facility. Need strikes, over." She banks to port, miniguns spinning down, and she lifts the Raptor away to GTFO before bombs start hurtling in.

Luc turns and heads to aid Jason. Taking out the target with a couple of shots. Seeing Cole doing much the same with the one they had been hunting. Though no time to celebrate yet. Seeing there still being raiders around he is quick to keep is all offense tactics. Heading straight for the enemy. NEver changing his way of attack so far.

<COMBAT> Cylon8 has changed weapons to Missile HE. (Retrograde)

Phin pings the hull of the Raider dogging the tank, but it's barely a ping. He comes around for another pass, sticking after the thing. "Janitor, Dolly. Can't sink this thing, but we're going to give it another go. Sing out if you run into trouble."

As Agrippa zeroes in on the damaged Cylon that is strafing the tanks, his aim is thrown off when his fighter rocks from shots coming from behind. "Frak!" A quick look back reveals the Raider that is peppering his fighter, only to see it blown out of the sky by Cole's Viper. With his six freed up, Punchdrunk can focus on the Raider in front of him as he continues to chase.

WIRELESS: Punchdrunk here, took a hit on the tail but all systems green, still engaging. Thanks for clearing my tail, Janitor."

Grinning a little as he sees that his little attempt paid off, Jason is unable to hold back a chuckle as he speaks on the com. "Bigmouth, Superstar. Nice to see I got so much of the tincan's attention that you didn't manage to miss there. Going for one of those centurions on the ground now." Switching to the miniguns, he heads in for one of those down there, moving a bit faster now.

"Dolly, Janitor. I've got one that wants my number but maybe I can shake him. Punchie? My pleasure." No singing. Less show boating. Less ego, more hits. Go figure.

<+==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~===~~~~~~ Combat #761 ~~~~~~==~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+
< Name Weapon/Vehicle Damage Stance/Action Target
<
< Team 1
< Agrippa Viper-6222K (plt) X…. BAN/attack Cylon2
< Bennett Predator-6270C (plt ….. EVA/aim Cylon7
< Cole Viper-7377E (plt) ….. BAN/attack Cylon8
< Jason Predator-8363P (plt ….. BAN/attack Cylon8
< Kelsey Raptor-5785V (plt) ….. EVA/pass
< Luc Viper-7354Q (plt) X…. BAN/attack Cylon6
< Maia Predator-5925I (plt ….. BAN/attack Cylon8
< Phin Viper-3067D (plt) ….. BAN/attack Cylon2
< Ygraine Predator-5925I (pas ….. NOR/suppress
<
< Team 2
< Cylon2 Raider-0457A (plt) XX… NOR/attack Fat1-marachek
< Cylon6 Raider-9276M (plt) ….. NOR/attack Cole
< Cylon7 Missile_HE ….. NOR/aim Kelsey
< Cylon8 Missile_HE ….. NOR/aim Bennett
<
< Team 3
< Fat1-marachek Raptor-6565D (plt) ….. NOR/pass
< Fat2 Raptor-2675N (plt) ….. NOR/pass
< Fat3 Raptor-4090C (plt) X…. NOR/pass
< Fat4 Raptor-8894G (plt) ….. NOR/pass
< Fat5 Raptor-2798K (plt) ….. NOR/pass
<
< Observers/NPCMasters:
< Retrograde
<+==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~=====~~~~=====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+

Just as soon as Maia notices some ground Centurions, her expression lights up and she preps to fly lower, preparing to do her best to take out the one she's now locking on to.

Finally, a target. Unfortunately, said centurion appears to have spotted Bennett 'round about the same time she spotted it. Those portable missile launchers look like they pack a punch, and the bus driver isn't taking any chances; she drops back into a defensive position, and takes the time to line up a shot on her pursuer.

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Fat3 passes.
<COMBAT> Fat4 passes.
<COMBAT> Fat2 passes.
<COMBAT> Fat1-marachek passes.
<COMBAT> Cylon8 takes careful aim at Bennett.
<COMBAT> Cylon7 takes careful aim at Kelsey.
<COMBAT> Fat5 passes.
<COMBAT> Cylon6 attacks Cole with KEW - Light wound to Left Wing (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Cylon2 attacks Fat1-marachek with KEW - Light wound to Cabin (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Phin attacks Cylon2 with KEW - Moderate wound to Cockpit.
<COMBAT> Maia attacks Cylon8 with 20mm Minigun - Serious wound to Head.
<COMBAT> Luc attacks Cylon6 with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Kelsey passes.
<COMBAT> Jason attacks Cylon8 with 20mm Minigun - Critical wound to Neck.
<COMBAT> Cole attacks Cylon8 with KEW - Light wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Bennett takes careful aim at Cylon7.
<COMBAT> Agrippa attacks Cylon2 with KEW - NEAR MISS!
<COMBAT> Retrograde has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Cylon8 will use a Missile_HE this turn. Bennett is right next to the explosion. (Retrograde)
<COMBAT> Cylon7 will use a Missile_HE this turn. Kelsey is right next to the explosion. (Retrograde)

As the Centurion gets a lock on Kelsey, her systems start yelling at her. "Squire, defensive!" she calls over the radio. The Raptor jettisons its pair of drones to shave weight and she pours on the power. Flares pour out of the rear end, lighting up the sky around her as the smoke from the magnesium roils with her exhaust.

When the shit hits the fan, it's mostly the toasters that are caught with their pants down; Orion's wing seems to be getting by with only a few scrapes and dings, which is just the way Bennett likes it. "Cover me," crackles her voice over the wireless, "I'm going to get up close and personal with this tincan who has a crush on me." And in she strafes, cautiously at first, and then less so as her ship's weapons engage.

Figuring for the Cylon she was gunning for to be dead when the others fly back over if they keep their same targets, Maia realizes she's nearer to another one and instead, she guns for it, since she's in a good position to do so. Preparing for another pass over, she mentally counts, letting loose on it as soon as she gets near enough.

Whoops. Cole wasn't able to stick as quickly as he thought he could, the tip of his wing getting clipped by one of their Cylon counterparts. But as the saying goes 'an eye for an eye' and Cole is able to return the favor to the one trailing after Bennett. "Butch, Janitor. I've got you…sis."

Oh, how the Centurions made a mistake stepping out into the open…or did they? Cannon fire peppers the area surrounding the two like a hailstorm, with one of them taking so many hits it might be a small miracle that the thing is still upright with its little red beam going back and forth. Of the two in the air, the last one aiming for the Colonials takes a wild spray at Cole, ripping a few holes in one wing while avoiding damage itself, while the other, wheeling around to take another pass at the lead tank, takes another heavy hit down the center from Phin's cannons.

WIRELESS: Marachek's voice calls out, "Seven Zee row, we're gone. He can't chase is through the trees and we gotta path he isn't gonna be able to follow. Drinks are on me when we finally meet up. Good luck getting you and yours home! OUT!

Firing off the guns, Jason shakes his head a bit as he sees that even despite his shots, and those of others firing at the same centurion, it's still standing. "Been singing too much, that one," he remarks, bringing around his craft to attack once more now.

Phin is committed to his chase of the Raider after the tank now, and momentum keeps him on it. He keeps his guns trained on it, changing the angle slightly to try and find a more sensitive area to hit the thing.

Bennett's voice is warm with adrenaline and optimism when she answers the ground team over the wireless, "You got it, Fatboy Lead. We will see you on the other side. Butch out."

<+==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~===~~~~~~ Combat #761 ~~~~~~==~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+
< Name Weapon/Vehicle Damage Stance/Action Target
<
< Team 1
< Agrippa Viper-6222K (plt) X…. BAN/attack Cylon2
< Bennett Predator-6270C (plt ….. BAN/attack Cylon8
< Cole Viper-7377E (plt) X…. BAN/attack Cylon8
< Jason Predator-8363P (plt ….. BAN/attack Cylon8
< Kelsey Raptor-5785V (plt) ….. EVA/pass
< Luc Viper-7354Q (plt) X…. BAN/attack Cylon6
< Maia Predator-5925I (plt ….. BAN/attack Cylon7
< Phin Viper-3067D (plt) ….. BAN/attack Cylon2
< Ygraine Predator-5925I (pas ….. NOR/suppress
<
< Team 2
< Cylon2 Raider-0457A (plt) XXX.. NOR/attack Fat1-marachek
< Cylon6 Raider-9276M (plt) ….. NOR/attack Cole
< Cylon7 Missile_HE ….. NOR/explode Kelsey
< Cylon8 Missile_HE XXXXX NOR/explode Bennett
<
< Team 3
< Fat1-marachek Raptor-6565D (plt) X…. NOR/pass
< Fat2 Raptor-2675N (plt) ….. NOR/pass
< Fat3 Raptor-4090C (plt) X…. NOR/pass
< Fat4 Raptor-8894G (plt) ….. NOR/pass
< Fat5 Raptor-2798K (plt) ….. NOR/pass
<
< Observers/NPCMasters:
< Retrograde
<+==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~=====~~~~=====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Cylon2 attacks Fat1-marachek with KEW - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Fat4 passes.
<COMBAT> Fat3 passes.
<COMBAT> Fat2 passes.
<COMBAT> Fat1-marachek passes.
<COMBAT> Fat5 passes.
<COMBAT> Cylon8 uses a Missile HE!
<COMBAT>
<COMBAT> EXPLOSION! Close To Predator-6270c - Serious wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Predator-6270c - ARMOR on Left Wing stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Predator-6270c - Moderate wound to Cockpit.
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Predator-6270c - ARMOR on Left Wing stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Predator-6270c - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Cylon7 uses a Missile HE!
<COMBAT>
<COMBAT> EXPLOSION! Right Next To Raptor-5785v - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-5785v - NEAR MISS!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-5785v - ARMOR on Engine stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-5785v - ARMOR on Controls stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-5785v - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-5785v - ARMOR on Left Wing stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Cylon6 attacks Cole with KEW - Light wound to Nose (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Phin attacks Cylon2 with KEW - Light wound to Cockpit.
<COMBAT> Maia attacks Cylon7 with 20mm Minigun - Critical wound to Head.
<COMBAT> Luc attacks Cylon6 with KEW - Critical wound to Controls.
<COMBAT> Kelsey passes.
<COMBAT> Jason attacks Cylon8 with 20mm Minigun - Moderate wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Cole attacks Cylon8 with KEW - Serious wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Bennett attacks Cylon7 with 20MM MINIGUN - Critical wound to Abdomen.
<COMBAT> Agrippa attacks Cylon2 with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Retrograde has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Raider-0457a has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Cylon2 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider-9276m has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Cylon6 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Cylon7 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Cylon8 has been KO'd!

Missles streak out from both launchers, even as a hail of fire from the Colonials practically mows both Centurions in half in the process. One lances out to Kelsey's Raptor, where she can distinctly hear the *CLUNK* of the missle skimming off of the Raptor's wing and exploding behind her, showering the vehicle with particles, but not doing much else. Bennett, on the other hand, gets hit right where the left wing's leading edge meets the fuselage, smashing into the side of the body and cockpit as it explodes.
While the Raider aiming for the tanks scores another hit on the lead tank, it seems to yet again do little more than muss the paint, maybe a second before Phin's light hit finally does it in, the fireball exploding and scattering parts into the forest, while its last remaining companion suffers the same fate as it wheels around to try and get another shot off at Cole.

For the moment, the immediate area is clear, but DRADIS assures anyone looking at it, that it isnt going to stay that way for long. At least five more Raiders are coming in, hot.

With the current situation being clear and the tanks giving their go ahead to depart, Maia patiently awaits the orders from the boss.. who currently seems to be limping along with her damaged Pred. Now that they're all good to get before the next round comes in, she exhales in relief at the respite, falling back into formation, holding her position.

The missile fires and explodes right next to Kelsey's Raptor in an angry black puff. Shrapnel pings off the outer armor as she pulls through a hard turn. She lets off a heavy sigh of relief and cranes her head back out the canopy to look around. "Squire is hit but all systems green!" she calls. The Ensign banks through an opposite turn and begins her slow climb up towards the stars. "Anyone in need of a pickup?" she offers one last time.

Bennett's headlong all-out, guns blazing attack on the centurion lining up a shot on her squadmate meets moderate success. Her minigun punches several rounds through the machine's belly, tearing its metal guts to ribbons while her teammates help finish the job. Unfortunately, there's a rather ominous sounding fwoooOMPCRACK followed by a shrill blare of alarms as a missile explodes mere feet from her cockpit. The predator lurches sideways, pitches, rolls, and recovers— barely. With one hand on the flight yoke, she slaps the fire suppressant button with her right, and speaks into the radio in fits and bursts, "I'm… pretty badly …let's.. back to the barn ..ckety split."

Jason smiles a little now. "Now that's what we call fireworks." Glancing around again, he nods a bit as he hears the part about going back. "Sounds like a good idea to get out of here, before we have more party guests," he remarks, preparing the Predator to head back with the others.

As the withdraw order is given, Agrippa scans the skies with his eyes one last time to see that the immediate area is clear of Cylons before banking his Viper to join the others.

Phin pulls up abruptly from the fireball of the dead Raider, swooping back to Cole's six. "Flight, Dolly. Copy. Back to the barn sounds good. How you flying, Janitor?"

"Dolly, Janitor. Betty's not bitching so I think it's pretty cosmetic. I'm good for an Arr Tee Bee. Let's hang back and cover Butch back."

As the wing manages a withdrawal, perhaps even pursued at a distance, the Orion makes its planned jump at the specific time and point of pickup, taking a second or two for it to register the wing has long distance company before opening up with its flak cannons while it picks up the pilots. Without any further disaster, the trip home is uneventful. Thankfully.

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