AWD #262: Basestar Refueling Station Strike
Basestar Refueling Station Strike
Summary: Air Wing personnel head back into Cylon territory to bomb a fueling station real good. It does not blow so easily as that.
Date: 25/09/2013 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: Pre-Picon war planning generally, none specifically.
Dropkickst Agrippa Alejandro Atalanta Bennett Holtz Jason Maia Phin Warren 
Cylonville
Basestars. Raiders. Other things in need of being blown up.
AWD #262

While the station is apparently 'near' the Arm Line, it still takes two jumps for the cruisers and flak support ships to make the trip. Once they arrive at the destination, the ship commanders are already turning guns and the fire direction centers are sounding horns in preparation for outgoing gunfire. Condition One is already set as the craft depart the ships and the aircrews push out towards the target. Around them, the ships light up as their large guns blink and the massive rounds travel downrange towards the command center, hoping to distract the Raiders and response. The flakkers haven't opened fire yet, though. They're laying in wait for that.. -cloud- of Raiders heading towards the ships. But one thing is hard to get over at first and that is the sheer size of it. Its one thing to hear dimensions, but when an object ten miles long is floating in front of you, it demands a moment of awe. At the refueling end are a total of five basestars parked and not a one of them appears to be responding… full Raider packs and not one looks to be launching.

Catapulting out of smaller lauch bay of the cruiser they are based out of for these operations, the first thing that catches Agrippa's attention isn't the blackness of space or the number of Basestars parked. It is the massive installation that they are suppose to be hitting, "Oh Frak… we're suppose to blow /that/ up?" It definitely looks like a daunting task.

As the cruiser the raptors are parked on blips into cylon space, and into the eye of the storm as it were, Bennett does one final check of her instruments before cueing the bus's launch sequence. It's airborne within moments, and its nose all but skims the surface of the flight pod as it's hurtled out into the black.

So far, so good on the sleeping basestars. Alejandro 'Hobo' Salazar spools up his engine in the Viper he's been assigned for today's mission. He is wearing tintable shades inside of his visor against glare or flash as he listens to various radio chatter and waits for the word to launch. Aaaannnndddd there it comes, the ship slinging his Viper and spitting it out in the propper order when it's his turn. The G's of accerlation press him hard back into his seat and harness as Hobo at once scans the starscape for visuals, and double checks his instruments, «Toast, Hobo. Forming up on you, over.»

[Into the Wireless] Bennett says, "Raptors, Butch. Let's hang back until our vipers give us an opening to punch through."

"Frak that things big," Warren says to himself as he cuts through the black in his viper. His hand tightens around the stick as he glances ahead, and back to his DRADIS. Nothing goes this well. Especially not where the Cylons are concerned. He does glance over his shoulder a moment to make sure Hobo made it out alright.

[Into the Wireless] Alejandro says, "Toast, Hobo. Forming up on you, over."

One of the pilots of one of the Raptors, Maia glances back at her ECO and offers a thumbs up. It was go time. Knowing even succeeding in hitting the target could be disastrous if they weren't able to get out of the way from the blast. She hears Butch over the com and responds…

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Hobo, Toast. Copy that. Keep your eyes open."

"Gods…" Phin breathes as, thrown into the blackness of space, the sheer magnitude of the Cylon installation looms before them. Not to mention the five basestars hanging out around it. He keeps whatever terrified awe he's feeling off the comms, looking away to do a quick instrument check, then scanning the spacefield to form up with his lead.

[Into the Wireless] Maia says, "Butch, Centerfold. Copy that."

[Into the Wireless] Phin says, "Storm, Dolly. I got your six, man."

Holtz is quiet as his fighter plunges into the black of space, an iron-eyed glare shooting in the direction of the massive installation and the horde of Raiders headed their way. No gasps of astonishment from this one. He maneuvers his Viper into formation as the Colonials advance, his finger twitching on the controls as his feet work the thruster pedals.

[Into the Wireless] Holtz says, "Flight, Storm. The bigger they are, the harder they fall. Copy, Dolly, let's get the bastards."

One quick checkup of the Raptor's systems, and Jason looks back to the ECO. "Let's do this?" he offers, before taking off. As he can see how large that thing is, he shakes his head, "Kind of amazing, something that big existing…" Nodding a little as he hears what's being said over the comms.

Just because the damned things haven't launched doesn't mean that they're not going to. Franklin sits in the cockpit of her Viper, having taken point, waiting for the Viper launches to be complete before she moves a muscle. She drumbs the thumb of one hand impatiently against her console as she waits, the other balanced on her throttle. Atalanta's eyes are narrowed sharply, focused on the mass of white, X-shaped ships hovering around the fuel station, which she regards with all the warmth and trust that she might give a used car salesman.

[Into the Wireless] Jason says, "Butch, Superstar. Copy that, waiting for the hole to be made."

[Into the Wireless] Atalanta says, "Flight, Teatime. I want one section on one Raptor — one a-piece. Cover *your* bus and *your* wingman unless you hear someone singing out on the wireless. Punchie, form up on my five."

[Into the Wireless] Agrippa says, "Teatime, Punchie. I copy, forming up on your five. Which bus is ours?"

[Into the Wireless] Atalanta says, "Punchie, Teatime. Raptor 3659T. We're going to chaperone Butch for tonight's dance. Butch, do you copy?"

[Into the Wireless] Bennett says, "Teatime, Butch. I copy."

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Hobo, Toast. We've got Raptor 6930V. Copy that Centerfold?"

[Into the Wireless] Agrippa says, "Teatime, Punchie. I copy, escorting Raptor 3659T."

Phin tracks the motions of Holtz's Viper with his own, so he can get in place to properly cover their chosen Raptor. He syncs like clockwork with the older pilot, even if their flying styles are decidedly different beasts.

Alejandro slings around, lining up off of Warren's wing tip and a little behind. He makes a few instrument adjustments and keeps his eyes sharp for which is the bus they are watching out for and what's coming at them. He slowly sucks in a breath, "The size of that fraker."

[Into the Wireless] Alejandro says, "Toast, Hobo. Which bus we rid'n? Over."

Bennett, true to her word, hangs back and lets the vipers take the lead for the time being. Her ECO is busy triple-checking their weapons systems, and trying not to sweat every time he glances out the windscreen and catches a glimpse of the station bristling with basestars. The pilot's gloved hand rests lightly on the flight yoke, her eyes trained on the battlefield ahead as she keeps her bus in loose formation with the other raptors.

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Hobo, Toast. Thats Raptor 6930V Hobo we're covering."

Once orders are issued, Agrippa responds immediately and first tihings first, he maneuvers into formation with the LadyCAG, his Viper positioned at her five o'clock as the pair begins to fly cover for one of the Raptors. The pilot himself is keeping an eye out for the Raiders that will be getting through the flak cannon fire and also getting ready for any missile lock alarms.

In Maia's Raptor, her ECO is back there preparing to do the whole suppression thing that she does best while Maia gets into her formation with her own escorts and the other Raptors, more flanking Butch's right and back a short distance away. At the moment, she says nothing more into the coms.

<COMBAT> Sam2 takes careful aim at Alejandro.
<COMBAT> Sam1 takes careful aim at Maia.
<COMBAT> Raider3 attacks Phin with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Raider2 attacks Bennett with KEW - Serious wound to Left Wing.
<COMBAT> Raider1 attacks Agrippa with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Raider5 attacks Agrippa with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Raider4 attacks Bennett with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Warren attacks Raider1 with KEW - Serious wound to Body.
<COMBAT> Phin attacks Raider3 with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Maia passes.
<COMBAT> Jason passes.
<COMBAT> Holtz attacks Raider5 with KEW - Moderate wound to Right Wing.
<COMBAT> Bennett passes.
<COMBAT> Atalanta attacks Raider2 with KEW - Light wound to Body.
<COMBAT> Alejandro attacks Raider1 with KEW - Moderate wound to Cockpit.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Raider1 - Critical wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Agrippa attacks Raider2 with KEW - Moderate wound to Left Wing.
<COMBAT> Dropkick has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.

<COMBAT> Raider-9152 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider2 has been KO'd!

Phin notes the Raider eyeing him, and starts leading it on a merry chase. He goes straight into evasive maneuvers, zigging up and starboard hard, before zagging back down. It means he can't really hit much of anything, but the Raider sure as frak can't hit him, either.

As the Raptors and their escorts hit the wall of raiders Warren pulls towards the closest target. Touching his thrusterpedal before thumbing the friging nub fire slicing through the raider. He burns hard on his throttle pulling away from the spiraling raider watching the black for the next one, seeing how they scatter and keeping an eye on his bus.

And here we go boys and girls! Alejandro stays tight off of Toast's wing and keeps a sharp eye out for Maia's Raptor. Hobo can't see what the SAM's are doing to prep and fire so he focuses on the Raider that Warren goes after. He's radio quiet at this point as he concentrates on firing! Then the Raider he and Toast are chasing goes up into a bright spread of fragments and he cheers with a holler! Though things are happening fast and he sees a Raider incoming directly to line up on Warren.

[Into the Wireless] Alejandro says, "Toast, Hobo - we got'm! Good shot! One coming up on you 'n I'm on him, over!"

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Hobo, Toast. Copy that. Looks like we pulled a pair of em. Keep it tight, don't stray to far from our bus."

As luck would have it, not one, but two raiders immediately seek and gain a bead on Bennett's raptor, and launch a salvo of kew fire at her in tandem. She jukes hard to starboard and manages to slip free of one of her assailants, but the other raider's shots find their mark and sear a chunk out of her wing. She corrects as well as she's able, then leans across her console to check damage readouts while keeping her other hand on the flight yoke.

Holtz settles in on Jason's wing, but he doesn't stay in one place for very long, as a crescent-shaped Raider flashes past his sights, swift on the tail of one of his flightmates. Braking and cutting in, his Viper moves wildly as he maneuvers to get a shot at the Cylon fighter. It rocks as Holtz's KEWs tear into the Raider's wing, but it's not a serious hit; the thing keeps flying, and Holtz growls as he accelerates and closes for another shot.

Keeping his Raptor back so that his Viper team can get an opening, Jason looks around rather carefully at the moment, making sure none of the enemies are coming for him at the moment. Ready to take evasive action if that happens. He has, much to his ECO's dismay, started singing softly under his breath as well.

Phin's flight pattern changes as it seems he's shaken the Raider after him…and Holtz has picked up one of his own. He veers after it more aggressively. Still sticking close to Jason's Raptor, but more engaged in Raider-chasing with the bus driver somewhat clear.

Right up until the cloud of Raiders merge into the pack of Colonial pilots, Atalanta's got her nose dug so far up the back of Bennett's Raptor that it might well leave a big ol' stain on the front of her bird. But when those damned vultures descend she quickly breaks off, swooping around to sandwich the one that's gunning for the charge in their care. The CAG's got her favorite tactics, and it's one her wingman should recognize without her even needing to swing out. Leading shots of KEW come blasting from her canons, draaaaaagging the Raider forward…. c'mon, you bastard. Chase her. Forget her wingman's there.

[Into the Wireless] Phin says, "Storm, Dolly. You've got some attention. I'm on him, but you might need to dodge some. Superstar, looks like you're still clear. We'll try and keep it that way."

Lit. Up. The DRADIS that is and her ECO is letting her know it. Oh Frak.. Maia goes for a more evasive maneuver, prepared to do all she can to avoid getting hit, hands tight on the controls, eyes on the canopy, having no intention of going out on this mission after surviving the last one!

When four Cylon Raiders bank and dive towards their strike element of two Vipers and one Raptor, Agrippa knows that they may be in trouble. Being outnumbered is never a good thing, especially when you are escorting something important. Once Punchdrunk's wingman moves out to engage one of the four Raiders in their area, he recognizes what her plan is. It seems like the pair is well coordinated and despite Agrippa's juking to avoid his own pursuit, he is able to land a solid burst of KEW into the wing of the Raider.

[Into the Wireless] Agrippa says, "Butch, Punchie. One Raider off of your tail, the other one lost interest. You okay in there?"

[Into the Wireless] Jason says, "Dolly, Superstar. Sounds good to me. Glad I've got you guys here to keep me clear."

[Into the Wireless] Bennett says, "Flight, Butch. I'm having some trouble with the attitude sensors. I am going to see if I can reroute the circuits, please cover me. I will manage, Punchdrunk."

<COMBAT> Raider6 attacks Holtz with KEW - Serious wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Raider5 attacks Atalanta with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Sam1 uses a MISSILE AA!
<COMBAT>
<COMBAT> EXPLOSION! Right Next To Raptor-6930v - Critical wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-6930v - NEAR MISS!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-6930v - ARMOR on Cabin stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-6930v - ARMOR on Controls stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Raptor-6930v - ARMOR on Cabin stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Raider7 attacks Alejandro with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Sam2 uses a MISSILE AA!
<COMBAT>
<COMBAT> EXPLOSION! Right Next To Viper-7915s - Critical wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-7915s - ARMOR on Tail stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-7915s - Critical wound to Weapon.
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-7915s - ARMOR on Nose stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-7915s - ARMOR on Tail stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-7915s - ARMOR on Left Wing stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-7915s - Critical wound to Weapon.
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-7915s - ARMOR on Nose stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-7915s - ARMOR on Tail stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Raider4 attacks Warren with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Raider3 attacks Agrippa with KEW - Light wound to Nose (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Warren attacks Raider7 with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Phin attacks Raider6 with KEW - NEAR MISS!
<COMBAT> Maia passes.
<COMBAT> Jason passes.
<COMBAT> Holtz attacks Raider5 with KEW - Moderate wound to Body.
<COMBAT> Bennett treats Raptor-3695t:
< Left_Wing (Serious): unsuccessful
<COMBAT> Atalanta attacks Raider3 with KEW - Light wound to Weapon.
<COMBAT> Alejandro attacks Raider4 with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Agrippa attacks Raider5 with KEW - Moderate wound to Right Wing.
<COMBAT> Dropkick has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.

<COMBAT> Viper-7915s has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Alejandro has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raptor-6930v has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Maia has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Alejandro spends a luck point to keep fighting!
<COMBAT> Maia spends a luck point to keep fighting!

<COMBAT> Raider3 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider5 has been KO'd!

Warren banks hard as the a raider moves after his wingman, burning hard to get a good deflection shot. He starts moving in and, pulling on the stick and just as he hits the firing nub and then EXPLOSIONS! "FRAK!" he yells to himself, his shots just going wide as not one but two explosions go off infront of him, one on his bus, the other on his wingmate.

[Into the Wireless] Bennett says, "Centerfold, Hobo, you looked like you took some pretty bad hits there. Sing out with your status?"

[Into the Wireless] Atalanta says, "Flight, Teatime. Sing out. Sing out. Punchie, keep up with the loose deuce. You've got one on your six."

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Centerfold, Hobo, sing out! Flight, Toast. We're definately in missile range from the station, keep frosty."

This time, Holtz's target isn't so lucky. The Viper closes, and Holtz squeezes his trigger, sending a hail of gunfire that splits the Cylon Raider right down the middle. His ship rocks as well, though, and it's not buffeting from the explosion, either — the Raider Phin had warned him about connects, a salvo of fire spearing his lateral armor. He curses floridly, but his systems all still show green.

[Into the Wireless] Holtz says, "Frak!" A pause. "Teatime, Storm. Took a hit, but I'm okay. Dolly, where the hell are you?"

Holy Cows and naked girls! What just hit his viper?! Things suddenly chew into his bird, pinging and tearing up metal but thankfully doesn't blow out his cockpit. Hobo braces himself as he slings his viper around to try and evade and shake his bogie and somehow he manages not to feel slugs ripping into his own body. Yet. "FRAK! This is too frak'n familiar! No repeats, damn you!" Alejandro keeps zipping and turns his head around this way and that to try and see what's shooting at him and the bus too!

Phin's guns are close, but not close enough, and the Raider is able to get a bead on Holtz. "Frak…!" he mutters, swooping around to get a proper read on the space-field of battle. Changing in milliseconds as it is.

[Into the Wireless] Alejandro says, "Toast, Centerfold, I'm all right! Weapons screwed. Maybe I can do a repair, over!"

Bennett hisses softly in annoyance as her attempts to do some quick re-wiring end fruitlessly. Rather than pursue it at the cost of keeping her wits about her, she slaps the alarm off and refocuses on the dogfight. Two raiders on her again, and a malfunctioning attitude sensor. "Frak," she murmurs to herself, steadying herself with a deep breath.

[Into the Wireless] Agrippa says, "Copy that, Teatime. I see it, there's a Raider heading to one of the damaged buses, engaging."

Speaking of not being lucky! Maia does her best to avoid the SAM but it's not enough and when it does make contact, the Raptor takes a hard hit, shuddering mid-space, knocking the pilot and ECO around inside, if it hadn't been for the belts holding them in. Hearing the voices over the com still, she sings out as ordered, gritting her teeth and willing the damaged bird to remain airborne.

[Into the Wireless] Phin says, "Storm, Dolly. Looks like you threw your pursuer. Or I got his attention. Forming back up."

[Into the Wireless] Holtz says, "Storm, Dolly. Put him in front of me and I'll tear the frak out of 'im."

[Into the Wireless] Atalanta says, "Dolly, Teatime. We've got Butch covered. If you and Storm are clear, cover the damaged birds."

[Into the Wireless] Bennett says, "Raptors, Butch. Eyes on the prize; we are almost in. Superstar, I am feeding you the coordinates of the first fuel tank. Centerfold, you will take number two. I will loose goose on one of yours or the third. Watch your lateral separation and your escort."

[Into the Wireless] Maia says, "Butch, Toast.. Centerfold. Took a hard hit but everything seems to still be working. So far so good, but I'm still checking things out."

Phin was too quick to judge his clarity, as he does have to take on some evasive moves to try and throw the Raider that's now dogging him. He tries to lead it around for a good angle on Holtz's guns. As is his way.

[Into the Wireless] Bennett says, "Copy, Centerfold."

[Into the Wireless] Maia says, "Butch, Centerfold. Copy, taking number two."

Frowning as he sees the beating they're taking out there, Jason keeps his Raptor out of the way. Signing a bit louder, until he hears voices coming out saying people are okay. Nodding a bit as he hears Bennett's words, he speaks back into the comms.

Focusing more on offense this time, Agrippa was able to fire off another accurate burst of triple autocannon fire as his shots join up with Holtz's, blowing up the Raider that was going after his wingman. He is rewarded with some light hits though, armor getting shredded but no real damage for now. His lock alarm begins to beep at him though as he angles towards one of the toasters that is heading for Maia's Raptor.

[Into the Wireless] Agrippa says, "Teatime, Punchie. One of the SAMs is trying to get a lock on me, don't think I can shake it."

[Into the Wireless] Jason says, "Butch, Superstar. First tank it is. So far it seems someone has put some kind of toaster-repellant on my bird, so hopefully the fireworks can get started."

<COMBAT> Sam2 takes careful aim at Warren.
<COMBAT> Raider4 attacks Agrippa with KEW - Serious wound to Cockpit.
<COMBAT> Sam1 takes careful aim at Agrippa.
<COMBAT> Raider6 attacks Phin with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Raider9 attacks Maia with KEW - Moderate wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Raider8 attacks Warren with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Raider7 attacks Atalanta with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Warren attacks Raider9 with KEW - Moderate wound to Weapon.
<COMBAT> Phin attacks Raider6 with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Maia passes.
<COMBAT> Jason passes.
<COMBAT> Holtz attacks Raider6 with KEW - Light wound to Left Wing.
<COMBAT> Bennett attempts to treat Raptor-3695t but RAPTOR-3695T has no treatable wounds.
<COMBAT> Atalanta attacks Raider4 with KEW - Serious wound to Right Wing.
<COMBAT> Alejandro treats Viper-7915s:
< Body (Critical): unsuccessful
< Weapon (Critical): successful
< Weapon (Critical): unsuccessful
<COMBAT> Agrippa attacks Raider9 with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Dropkick has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.

<COMBAT> Raider4 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider6 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider9 has been KO'd!

SETPOSE:
Behind the strike force pushing in, the cruisers and flak frigates are putting down a massive amount of firepower. Raiders are exploding in the massive waves of flakbursts and 20mm miniguns firing on fully automatic. No IFF, You Die. But as the Vipers plow the road for the Raptors and push closer, one thing becomes more clear… there are a whole frakking lot more Raiders as they get closer. To look up just to gauge distance, there is something while might bring about very icy feelings in the pit of their stomachs: One of the basestars is lit up with its running lights already illuminated. The Raiders from the racks have slowly begun disgorging, pairs and triples trickling out but the rate is increasing. Then, as the pilots look on, the other basestars' lights flicker and turn on. They're trying to scramble the Raiders and their main force ships. This is going to end very soon, one way or another.

But then there is a voice, one of the ECO's, a LT, calls out on the radio:

"Burn-through achieved!! Going for lock on Tank Two!!"

[Into the Wireless] Holtz says, "Frak… those basestars are lightin' up. Butch, Storm, it's now or never!"

C'mon, you frakker. Franklin might not say it out loud, but it's there in her face. She grinds her teeth together as she pulls forward, blowing through the field of debris she's made of one of the bandits, practically waggling her Viper's big ol' ass in front of the bandit that's chasing Agrippa's. Look! Look, little Raider! It's a tasty target! And there's such a pretty, pretty Raptor she's swarming around. Don'tcha just want to hit that? Put a red dress and some lipstick on her; the CAG's a tease. It's a risky maneuver, with them facing two-on-two now, but Atalanta's never been shy about putting herself in danger to set up a clean shot for her wingman. On the contrary, it's her favorite trick.

[Into the Wireless] Bennett says, "Raptors, Butch. You heard the man. Fangs out, and fire at will."

[Into the Wireless] Phin says, "Supes, Dolly. Your repellent wore off, dude. You two bandits, coming at you. We got your back."

Warren spies the Raider going for Maia, and as Hobo works his repairs he angles his way in, looking for that deflection shot. "Come on, come on…" he says to himself as he's just about in, when the raider lets out a burst towards the raptor, but then the raider crosses right into his fire line and he lets loose another burst ticking off the raiders ammo. He glances at his DRADIS, looking for new contacts, and watching the one chasing him. Frak. Still one on him and more in bound…and great…yay basestars coming alive.

This time Agrippa's aim is off and the main reason is before he is able to tug at his trigger, the Raider that was on him nails him with a splatter of KEW on his cockpit area. His canopy remains intact but there are some spiderwebbing on the thick, protective clear shell as well as the armor plating around the cockpit itself. This doesn't cause Punchdrunk to shy away though, instead he continues to focus on the Raiders, knowing more are joining the party soon. For now, with the Raptors having a clear run on the fuel tanks, he targets the Raider that is going after his wingman.

Phin swoops in a sharp arc around to come at one of the Raiders targeting Jason. And leave Holtz as much clear shooting room for the other as possible.

At first, he didn't think he'd scored a killing blow. Holtz's shot tears into the wing, and aside from a wildly flickering gout of flame emitting from the wound, there doesn't seem to be much damage. But then the flame hits a tylium line, and the Raider spins wildly as a sudden secondary explosion blows off the entire wing, and it spirals to its death.

Holtz looks on as the basestars start coming alive, his stony facade finally marred by a hint of dismay. But then there's no more time for contemplation as his peripheral vision notes a pair of Raiders bearing down on Jason's as-yet-untouched Raptor… and another pair moving in on him and his wingman. Stifling another curse, he pushes hard on his controls, slamming the afterburners on as he moves to intercept the leader of the pair going for Jason, his heart thudding in his chest as the Raider grows in his sights.

Yay! Hobo manages something of a partial repair on his guns and that's more than he hoped for. Nothing blew his viper out of the starry night while he did the work, distracted and trying to evade at the same time. There's more damage than he can repair while on the fly so he has to let the rest go and hope he can still hit anything. Alejandro looks up and snaps his safety harness back into place just in time to see the basestars beginning to light up. "Uh oh." He guns up his Viper and swings around to get back into alignment with Warren and eye Maia's Raptor which isn't looking too great, but is still flying. Now where's the raiders? Wow, plenty more to choose from!

Warren spies the Raider going for Maia, and as Hobo works his repairs he angles his way in, looking for that deflection shot. "Come on, come on…" he says to himself as he's just about in, when the raider lets out a burst towards the raptor, but then the raider crosses right into his fire line and he lets loose another burst ticking off the raiders ammo. He glances at his DRADIS, looking for new contacts, and watching the one chasing him. Frak. Still one on him and more in bound…and great…yay basestars coming alive.

[Into the Wireless] Alejandro says, "Toast, Hobo. Guns repaired best I could, over."

[Into the Wireless] Holtz says, "Flight, Storm. Two bandits on Dolly and me. A hand'd be frakkin' appreciated."

Nodding a bit as he hears what's being said about the run for the tanks, Jason lets out a few choice words as he hears the words about the incoming Raiders. Trying to keep his Raptor as small a target as possible, he still starts moving for the tanks now. After all, that's the important part.

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Hobo, Toast. Get ready to fire, I'll set you up. Hope you remember how the weave works."

[Into the Wireless] Jason says, "Dolly, Superstar. Ah, all things wear off after a while. Hopefully they're focused on me so you guys can pick them off."

Bennett firewalls her thrusters once she sees her opening, and it's as if everything stood still for a moment or two. There, the gleam of the fuel tank; and the next, and the next. There, the running lights of one of the basestars come to life and the sight she wanted to see least of all becomes a reality. "Weapons are go!" her backseater calls over the growl of the engines, and in they go as she tries to keep their trajectory steady for the targeting systems.

With her Raptor still operational, Maia notices the tanks coming up and hears the orders. As ordered before, she takes an aim at tank two, intending to drop the missiles and cruise away from any ensuing explosion. She intends to just drop a few of her missiles and save some in reserve for the third or fourth tanks just in case. She'll drop four for the moment..

<COMBAT> Sam2 passes.
<COMBAT> Raider8 attacks Jason with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Raider7 attacks Jason with KEW - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Raider14 attacks Agrippa with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Raider13 attacks Phin with KEW - Light wound to Tail (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Raider11 attacks Holtz with KEW - ARMOR on Nose stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Raider10 attacks Atalanta with KEW - Light wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Sam1 passes.
<COMBAT> Raider12 attacks Warren with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Warren attacks Raider12 with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Phin attacks Raider8 with KEW - Moderate wound to Body.
<COMBAT> Maia takes careful aim at Sam2.
<COMBAT> Jason takes careful aim at Sam1.
<COMBAT> Holtz attacks Raider7 with KEW - Moderate wound to Cockpit.
<COMBAT> Bennett takes careful aim at Sam1.
<COMBAT> Atalanta attacks Raider14 with KEW - Moderate wound to Cockpit.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Raider14 - NEAR MISS!
<COMBAT> Alejandro attacks Raider12 with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Agrippa attacks Raider10 with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Dropkick has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.

<COMBAT> Phin has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Phin spends a luck point to keep fighting!

<COMBAT> Raider7 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider8 has been KO'd!

Phin is all of concentration on his target. He doesn't so much ignore the Raider on his tail, as trust to his mad flying skills to flit around it while he goes in for his chosen kill. That…only partially works. He lands a solid hit on the body of the Raider he's after, taking it out, but his mad flying skills don't keep him entirely safe, and he takes one to the tail. It's not a particularly damaging hit, but it's at an angle that sends him spinning. He has to scramble to compensate.

Warren brings the raider on his tail out wide, then turns back in, working out in his head Hobo's path. "Come on you got this hobo…let me see those guns working" he says to himself. Nope, still there. He quickly hits his thrusters shooting out a burst at the attacker behind him before flipping back around. Oh and great DRADIS now says his stalker decided to bring a friend too. He mutters to himself a bit, working it again, wide, trying to drag them back across Alejandro's fire once more.

[Into the Wireless] Alejandro says, "Toast, Hobo, I copy. Bring'm in! Over."

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Hobo, Toast. Lets do this again, easy on those controls, take your time, and light the lead up."

It's time for the drop and Maia mutters something under her breath to her ECO, giving her a very brief knowing look through the reflection in the glass. "Here goes!" As soon as she's positioned over the target, she drops the missiles, four of them, hoping to get away from them in time for the explosion that's sure to come following the drop, if it's a success. If she was into religion, she'd pray.

[Into the Wireless] Bennett says, "Raptors, Butch. Call out your hits on the tanks once you visually confirm."

[Into the Wireless] Atalanta says, "Punchie, Teatime. You've still got one on your tail."

Alejandro keeps his own bird to a straigher line as instructed but he's also watching closely because Maia's Raptor is supposed to be their /real/ focus, not just raiders buzzing them, "Ah shit." He starts to swerve out of the line to see if he can intercept a raider bearing down on the bus.

[Into the Wireless] Holtz says, "Superstar, Storm. You've got another admirer, gonna see if I can't spike his wheel."

[Into the Wireless] Alejandro says, "Toast, Hobo… one of'm is coming in hard on our bus, over!"

[Into the Wireless] Maia says, "Butch, Centerfold. Copy, going for target two as ordered. Kick ass, guys."

Only getting a glancing hit so far, Jason switches to more aggressive flying, as he moves in to send off some of his missiles for the target tank now. "And… action…" he mutters, keeping his full attention on the tank for now.

[Into the Wireless] Jason says, "Storm, Superstar. Sounds good. Butch, will do."

Bennett doesn't waste any time on fancy flying. She guns her engines until they're screaming, her bus strafing in on its target with a blink-blink of its missile lock making minor adjustments. Then with the flip of a few switches, she engages half of her payload in a ripple-fire pattern; there's a little jolt as the rockets' engines take over and propel them swiftly away.

[Into the Wireless] Agrippa says, "Teatime, Punchie. I copy, you picked up two dancing partners yourself. Going to try to either shake one off of you or distract it."

The combat maneuvers that Agrippa is going through with Atalanta appears to be working, however, the last hit he took around his cockpit area may have messed with his targeting reticule but he is still trusting it for now. He also trusts his wingman to take out the toaster that is gunning for him, knowing that she is trusting him to do the same. Angling his Viper in on his target, he leads the Raider a bit and then his triple autocannons begins to fire off round after round.

Another blue KEW bolt smashes against Storm's armor, but this time it's only a glancing blow, easily stopped by the heavy armor on his nose section. Again Holtz's guns snarl, and again a steady stream of red tracers from his Mark VII's guns tears a Raider apart. The threat to Jason's Raptor is only temporarily abated, though, as yet another Raider descends on the Raptor as it closes on the refueling station. To make matters worse, there's still a Raider gunning for him, as well. His wings waggle tauntingly as he comes around, giving his wingman a shot at his trailer while gunning for Jason's attacker.

<COMBAT> Sam2 passes.
<COMBAT> Raider10 attacks Holtz with KEW - ARMOR on Engine stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Raider17 attacks Jason with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Raider16 attacks Warren with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Sam1 passes.
<COMBAT> Raider15 attacks Atalanta with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Raider13 attacks Atalanta with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Raider12 attacks Maia with KEW - Moderate wound to ECM.
<COMBAT> Raider11 attacks Agrippa with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Raider14 attacks Warren with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Warren attacks Raider12 with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Phin attacks Raider17 with KEW - Critical wound to Controls.
<COMBAT> Maia takes careful aim at Sam2.
<COMBAT> Jason attacks Sam1 with Missile AP - Critical wound to Body.
<COMBAT> Holtz attacks Raider17 with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Bennett attacks Sam1 with Missile Ap - Critical wound to Body.
<COMBAT> Atalanta attacks Raider10 with KEW - Light wound to Body.
<COMBAT> Alejandro attacks Raider12 with KEW - Moderate wound to Right Wing.
<COMBAT> Agrippa attacks Raider13 with KEW - Critical wound to Cockpit.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Raider13 - Light wound to Left Foot.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Raider13 - Moderate wound to Right Foot.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Raider13 - Moderate wound to Abdomen.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Raider13 - Light wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Dropkick has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.

<COMBAT> Maia has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Maia spends a luck point to keep fighting!

<COMBAT> Raider10 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider13 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider17 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Sam1 has been KO'd!

The Raiders are even thicker here. Shredding through the near solid screen of enemy fighters, its almost as much of a chore to avoid hitting them as it is to actually just get a solid firing line on one. Hell, toss out a few rounds and you might just score a kill! With the missiles streaking out across the black of space, their flame trails leave long exhaust trails that freeze into ice crystals and reflect the starlight and gunfire brightly. A few of them fall victim to the Raiders who try to ram them, but the majority get through. With the Time To Impact counting down on the Raptor's Heads Up Displays, they can see the seconds… 2.. 1.. There's a series of small flashes against the closest tank, Bennett's and Jason's missiles impacting across it. For a moment it looks like nothing happened. Do they need another volley? Can they even stay OUT here that long? Then the whole thing vaporizes in a huge flash that swallows two basestars completely. When vision returns, the blasted remains of both large craft and cartwheeling across space while more parts of them explode off like fireworks. The station ripples with the explosive wave through the hardened structure, more fueling lines exploding as the seconds pass. The superstructure has already taken a horrific pummeling from the cruisers and the top section is mostly blown clean away. But the blast wave is coming towards the dogfight rather quickly. The six huge spires of the basestars are spinning at them and approaching pretty damned fast, not to mention a whole -lot- of debris. Run like hell!

[Into the Wireless] Bennett says, "Flight, Butch. I confirm tank one has been hit. Repeat, tank one is hit."

[Into the Wireless] Atalanta says, "Raptors, Teatime. Hit it fast. FAST! We've got to head back to the barn ASAP."

Bennett hauls back on the stick once she sees her missiles impact the fuel tank far below. It's almost mesmerising, the sight of the heat trails turned quickly to ice; the missile that's eaten by a raider who valiantly takes one for the team. Tearing her eyes away from the spectacle, she pivots on a wingtip and inverts her bus for a quick getaway, then rolls it back again once they've put some distance between themselves and the fueling station.

[Into the Wireless] Maia says, "Butch, Centerfold. Missiles not dropped, I repeat, missiles not dropped, I can't confirm a hit on tank two. I took a hit, my ECM is down."

Warren glances over as Alejando breaks for the raider going towards Maia. "Frak," he says realizing he's now got two raiders following him hard. He hits the stick, dodging, down, then up, side, side. He tries to keep track of the raider going towards Maia, but its not easy trying to weave between bursts of fire. He lets off one burst, then another, missing above and below the raider. He curses again as he sees the raider lay into Maia again. "FRAK!" he yells at himself again. And then theres the bright flash starting to come from the tanks, "Frak."

[Into the Wireless] Bennett says, "Copy, Teatime. Withdrawing and heading back to the barn. Centerfold, form up on your vipers and withdraw; I will try to draw fire from you."

Even without Bennett letting them know that one of the tanks has been hit, it would've been easy to tell what had happened. Right before the flash of brightness, Agrippa was able to see that his leading volley of autocannon fire lined up perfectly as it ripped through the visored area of the Raider. Then, the tank erupts and sight is momentarily lost. When it returns, there is a lot of flying debris and also a lot of Raiders still.

Phin can't quite suppress a very surfer-y "Whoa" at the explosion from Bennett and Jason's missile. At least he's not broadcasting. He comes about hard and fast, eager to book it. It's unclear if he immediately groks that the second missile didn't go. He hears the 'Hit it fast' part just fine, though.

After repeating her condition deadpan on the com, Maia's determined to go in for the tank she missed. It's going down, this mission isn't going to be a failure because of her. She's aimed and now it's time to drop everything. Every missile save two. Just. In. Case. Her ECO is trippin' in the back while trying to get the controls working again.

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Centerfold, Toast. Good to see you're still kicking. Getting thick out here. Trying to keep em off of you. Hobo, Toast. You picked one up. I'm gonna clear centerfold, stay evasive."

[Into the Wireless] Atalanta says, "Flight, Teatime. Negative. Negative. Reacquire targets; repeat fire on the station."

[Into the Wireless] Bennett's voice comes over the radio after a hesitation, "Copy that, Teatime. Targeting tank number two. Begin spooling FTL in preparation for jump once one of those tanks goes."

A tiny corner of Holtz's mind notes that the Colonial missile salvo isn't as large as it ought to be. One of the Raptors definitely did not fire. He squints and grimaces, putting a hand over the faceplate of his helmet as one of the fuel tanks goes up in a brilliantly blinding flash of light. When the dots disappear from his eyes, though, the station is still there, and he curses once more. He's seeing red as he turns his guns on another Raider.

[Into the Wireless] Holtz says, "Godsdamnit, Centerfold, what the hell! Fire, damn you!"

Hobo sees the magnificent, indescribable blindess flash everything in his vision and he's thankful he's wearing the tintable shades that darken readily to shield his eyes, even as his visor and cockpit compensate to protect him. It takes precious seconds until he can see again. Did they finish it? No? They probably can't outrun that shockwave and debris as it's coming /fast/! He listens hard for orders and what everyone else is doing, trying to discern if Maia's hit again, and where's Toast? Alejandro nods and brings his viper around to better position.

There is a surprisingly long string of swearing that comes from Atalanta's mouth; fortuately, it's not something she blasts over the comms. She twists in the seat of her Viper, trying to lock a visual on the rest of the flight rather relyinf on her DRADIS, which at this point is so crowded she can barely make out anything on it in the sea of little blips.

Shaking his head as if to clear his vision after the explosion, and making sure he's got full control of his Raptor, Jason nods a little at what's being said, letting a few words come out over the comms.

Phin's Viper does a whiplash spin as the orders come in from Atalanta and Bennett. It's not like he was abandoning the Raptors, but now that they aren't all retreating, he has to regroup to actually engage the Raiders. Rather than just strafing while running.

[Into the Wireless] Alejandro says, "Toast, Hobo … I can't see'm! There's another buzzing our bus. She's hurt bad and hasn't released payload, I'm stick'n with her."

[Into the Wireless] Atalanta says, "Flight, Teatime. Prepare for immediate RTB once missiles drop. Say again, prepare for IMMEDIATE RTB once missiles drop."

[Into the Wireless] Jason says, "Superstar lining up for a run at the next tank too… Let's take this monster out fully, shall we?"

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Hobo, Toast. Stay evasive. You've got one on you. Repeat. Stay evasive."

[Into the Wireless] Maia says, "Storm, Centerfold. Copy. Firing now, Sir."

<COMBAT> Sam2 uses a MISSILE AA!
<COMBAT>
<COMBAT> EXPLOSION! Right Next To Viper-4953y - Critical wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-4953y - ARMOR on Nose stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-4953y - ARMOR on Nose stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-4953y - ARMOR on Nose stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-4953y - ARMOR on Nose stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-4953y - ARMOR on Engine stops the attack!
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-4953y - Critical wound to Cockpit.
<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Viper-4953y - Critical wound to Cockpit.
<COMBAT> Raider19 attacks Holtz with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Raider18 attacks Alejandro with KEW - Light wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Raider16 attacks Maia with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Raider14 attacks Bennett with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Raider12 attacks Jason with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Raider11 attacks Atalanta with KEW - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Raider15 attacks Warren with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Raider20 attacks Phin with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Warren attacks Raider16 with KEW - Critical wound to Body.
<COMBAT> Phin attacks Raider19 with KEW - Light wound to Body.
<COMBAT> Maia attacks Sam2 with Missile AP but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Jason takes careful aim at Sam2.
<COMBAT> Holtz attacks Raider19 with KEW - Critical wound to Cockpit.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Raider19 - Moderate wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Raider19 - Light wound to Right Hand.
<COMBAT> Bennett takes careful aim at Sam2.
<COMBAT> Atalanta attacks Raider14 with KEW - Light wound to Cockpit.
<COMBAT> Alejandro attacks Raider16 with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Agrippa attacks Raider11 with KEW - Light wound to Right Wing.
<COMBAT> Dropkick has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.

<COMBAT> Atalanta has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Atalanta spends a luck point to keep fighting!

<COMBAT> Raider14 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider16 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider19 has been KO'd!

[Into the Wireless] Atalanta says, "Flight, Teatime. Vipers, RTB. Say again, Vipers RTB now, now!"

[Into the Wireless] Bennett says, "Teatime, Butch. Let me go back in; I can take it out."

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Teatime, Toast. I'm good, no hits. I can cover the raptors till they let loose and haul ass. Say again am I to RTB?"

[Into the Wireless] Jason says, "Butch, Superstar. The Raptor's not taken more than scratches to the paint. I'm ready to help you take it down."

[Into the Wireless] Holtz says, "Toast, Storm, you heard the CAG, get the frak out!"

[Into the Wireless] Phin says, "Teatime, Dolly. Copy. Booking it. Butch, Supes, Centerfold, see you soon."

[Into the Wireless] Atalanta says, "Flight, Teatime. I said Vipers RTB. Say again, Vipers RTB. That's not a goddsamned request."

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Teatime, Toast. Copy that. RTB"

Maia frakked up and pretty bad and she knows she did. She slams a fist into a metal plate. Her Raptor was in shit shape and she'd missed a chance to fire. She speaks with dead calm into the com though but offers nothing further.

And book it Phin does. He sticks with Holtz while doing it, but apart from making an effort to do that, he's running away from imminent explosions.

Toast can chew him out later if they get back to base for sticking close to Maia and trying to keep Raiders off her Raptor. Hobo's guns are too badly damaged to do any good though as he can't hit a damned thing, rounds likely jamming and overheating what little still works. Alejandro curses and turns his head, not wanting to abandon Maia. Orders to do otherwise are coming over loud and clear. "Shit." There are so many Raiders and a blooming shockwave racing out to meet and greet them. His viper is already badly damaged so with gritted teeth, Hobo turns his bird around to try and make the run.

[Into the Wireless] Maia says, "Flight, Centerfold. Raptor can't take any more hits, I'm heading back."

[Into the Wireless] Alejandro says, "Centerfold, Hobo. Get out safe. Toast, Hobo, on your wing. My guns are frak'd. Head'n out, over."

Holtz pounds the controls with a gloved fist, but break off he does. His Viper flips end over end as he pumps the thruster pedals before he slams the throttle down, his engines flaring as he trips the afterburners and streaks away from the incoming shockwave, back in the direction of the Colonial starships that brought them here.

[Into the Wireless] Bennett says, "Teatime, Butch. What are your orders for the raptors? Centerfold, copy that."

Warren growls off the wireless, almost not turning back, but quickly he's hitting the stick and throwing on speed slamming it down as he looks at the DRADIS, watching the raiders, the Raptors, the running vipers. Despite what his call would be, he's still got his orders and he's got the trottle all the way down, burning hard.

Despite the damage his Viper has taken, Agrippa also has the urge to remain behind to help protect the Raptors that are staying behind. But his training has him following the LadyCAG's orders and he pulls his Viper around to head back to the cruisers at a full burn.

There's a low snarl that comes from Franklin. With her bird badly damaged, her console throwing sparks and threatening to start fires, she's having a hell of a time just trying to keep the thing straight — but she's not going to sing out. Not now. They've got more important things to worry about. Her breath fogs up her helmet, and it's no wonder why. Atalanta's canopy is splintered, spidering; the temperature in the cockpit is already plummeting. Thank the gods for her flightsuit.

[Into the Wireless] Atalanta says, "Wave off, Butch. Say again, wave off."

Bennett maintains a holding pattern, her bus skimming nose-down through the black, and bristling with missiles pointed at the fueling tanks. One hand is on the flight yoke, the other resting just above the safety which, when turned, would have released a salvo of ordnance at her target. Would have. Her hand clenches into a fist, and for a second — just for a second — she seems like she might defy that order.

[Into the Wireless] Bennett's voice crackles over the wireless one and a half very long seconds later, "Copy, Teatime. Waving off. Superstar, Centerfold, trigger FTL and jump to secondary coordinates."

Bennett takes her hand off the missiles' safety switch, and brings her bus about-face, firewalling her engines.

<FS3> Jason rolls Alertness: Good Success.

Jason spends 1 luck points on Piloting roll.

<FS3> Jason rolls Piloting +2: Great Success.

Its a little like facing death. Well, not even a little. He really is. The blast wave hits Jason as he turns into it. The whole EM field blasts over his Raptor, blowing the radio out of the ECM panel, the steel plating missing his ECO's head by a fraction of an inch. But the Raptor shudders and he surfs through it, dodging through every - single - piece - of - debris. However, every single Raider turning in on him takes the brunt of it and in their fury to knock him out can't even hope to cope. One, two, four, six… A dozen raiders explode with debris passing at 900 miles per hour, shards of steel and paneling carving them up without any effort. To the Vipers and Raptors fleeing, it looks like he just vanished through the pulse and whether or not he came out the other side isn't easily able to be told. But for him, he's left looking out on the remains of the burning platform. The three remaining basestars have fluctuating power and two have lost a couple spires. The Raiders that managed to survive the shockwave are left drifting through space without any power or control, completely shut down after that blast. And there, out in front, is Tank Two, highly explosive Tylium fuel leaking through the seams of the storage sphere.

<COMBAT> Sam2 passes.
<COMBAT> Raider18 passes.
<COMBAT> Raider15 passes.
<COMBAT> Raider20 passes.
<COMBAT> Raider11 passes.
<COMBAT> Raider12 passes.
<COMBAT> Warren passes.
<COMBAT> Phin passes.
<COMBAT> Maia passes.
<COMBAT> Jason attacks Sam2 with Missile AP - Moderate wound to Body.
<COMBAT> Holtz passes.
<COMBAT> Bennett takes careful aim at Sam2.
<COMBAT> Atalanta passes.
<COMBAT> Alejandro passes.
<COMBAT> Agrippa passes.
<COMBAT> Dropkick has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.

<COMBAT> Aa Battery-9024s has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Sam2 has been KO'd!

Down towards the tank, the Raptor goes flying. Jason winces a bit as the wave hits the Raptor, but somehow manages to keep going so he gets it through the debris. Blinking a bit as it gets through, he takes a deep breath just as he pulls the trigger for the missiles, sending all the remaining ones for the tank.

Jason doesn't have a heads up display anymore. No, that quit working with the radio system. He can't see the countdown, but he can sure as hell see eight high explosive warheads ripple-fired screaming into the target. They get smaller and smaller… The first one explodes across the bottom harmlessly, then the second does the same. But a burst section towards the top seems to attract the bouncing radio waves of the guidance system and the other six plow right into a cracked section. The effect is immediate. With the pulse beginning to dissipate behind the retreating crews, some might catch what happens next.

It just needed one spark inside to detonate the fuel mixed with the compressed gas in the tank. The flash is as bright as the first, but the other two tanks can't handle a second blast wave. There's an initial pulse of bright light and then the other two go in quick sequence. It looks like a triple burst of fifty megaton nuclear weapons going off in rapid succession. The tanks go and then the whole station just utterly vaporizes inside the massive yellow-white glow. The remaining three basestars utterly cease to exist while the superstructure at the other end of the station comes apart in the blast. The incoming fire from the cruisers rips it into little more than metal shards drifting off into space… until the shockwave picks them up and throws them like discarded toys. The whole place is gone. One of the three most important logistical sites for the Cylon occupation just went offline in less than two and a half seconds.

And two seconds is all it takes for Bennett to realise that Jason went against orders and just happened to salvage the mission for them— right before her raptor's FTL drive engages, and the bus blips out with a bright flash of light. She'll have time aplenty to sort this one out with her squadron — and the CAG — later. For now, she's mostly focused on making sure all three raptors arrive at the designated coordinates, within the specified timeframe.

Phin gets gone from shock wave-adjacent space. He hits the deck without anymore bumps than one'd expect in a combat landing. He came through with only a scrape on the vehicular chin, all things considered. Once he's powered down, he takes a moment to just decompress. With the scramble of the RTB, it's unclear how much idea he has of if the Raptors made it out, and in what condition.

Warren keeps the throttle floored, looking over his shoulder still muttering under his breath about being ordered not to cover the raptors to finish the job. Wait theres a raptor blip thats not going the right direction, and the shockwave's getting close then….it disapears. Frak who is it…theres Maia's iff, and Bennetts. Great Jason's is gone. A raptor stayed behind, gods know how many raiders survived, or if Jason survived and he's in a pristine Viper running from the fight. Not only did they not remove the station, but…Wait is that a second explosion? He pounds the side of his cockpit. Gods know how many raiders are on the man now…and he's out here away from it all. Not much he can do now, well save land once the others are in the bay safely.

God goods, Franklin's Viper is practically in pieces — between the SAM site and the shockwave from the blast, the thing shouldn't still be flying. It should be in pieces. So should see. And with the field of debris around them, all the dead Raiders crowding the air, well… Lords of Kobol, would Atalanta have an easier time trying to fly the thing if she just closed her frakking eyes? Probably, with the way the thing is rumbling and shaking like something's about to blow any second.

[Into the Wireless] Atalanta says, "Actual, Teatime. I'm…. going to need a DC team on deck."

Her voice? Almost shaking.

Whatever is going on behind them, WOW! What an orgasm of light! Alejandro's instruments go wild and his DRADIS blanks out completely as everything goes ape shit somewhere out behind him. Hobo's got the throttle down as far and as hard as he can, red lining his viper, "Come on baby, hold together. Hold together, girl." He has visual on Toast right up ahead and follows in his wake. Heading for the barn if he can make it. Gods help anybody in the Wing who didn't get out in time. "So shall we all…" he whispers to himself in case. And there's the deck opening right ahead.

Holtz's Viper hums along at full speed, carrying him out of the blast radius before he can share the fate of the luckless contingent of Cylon Raiders. He looks down at the DRADIS display just in time to see the blips of two Raptors disappear as they jump away. A scowl. Only two? Yup, Jason's still there. He cranes his head to look… just as another fuel tank explodes with the light of a hundred suns. His head snaps back as his eyelids slam shut, but the spots clear from his eyes quickly enough, and he again turns to look back, this time seeing only a spreading cloud of debris where the installation and the surrounding basestars were a moment ago. "Well, frak me runnin'," he mumbles reverently.

Closing his eyes to shield them from the flashes of light, it's quite an effort for Jason to get the Raptor turned away. Trying to say something through the comms, he suddenly remembers that the radio tried getting out of the entire Raptor during that wild ride though the EM field. Letting out a deep breath, he speaks quietly with the ECO, and not long after, the Raptor jumps off to the coordinates.

Maia manages to jump out before the blast was any danger to her Raptor. She also manages to get back to the Orion. The Raptor will be needing extensive repairs, but it delivered when needed. Angry with herself more than anything, she does her post-flight before remaining there with her Raptor, seated, waiting for the Vipers. And Teatime, Storm and Butch.

[Into the Wireless] Holtz says, "Teatime, Storm. You ain't lookin' so hot over there. You going to make it back?"

[Into the Wireless] Atalanta says, "Storm, Teatime. They'd better have the foam ready. And the deck cleared. Actual, do you copy?"

Phin starts to go through his post-flight quietly. The mundane activity becomes something of a decompressor after runs like this, for him. As the wireless chatter continues he pops his canopy, neck craning toward the CAG's Viper.

Only once she's confirmed that the other two raptors have made their initial jumps does Bennett indicate for her ECO to key in the final hop back to Orion. Her expression is a grim one, and her manner terse. Even her backseater seems to know better than to push the normally easygoing woman when she's in a mood like this. Her bus is brought in with a signature lack of delicacy, but to her credit she manages to compensate perfectly for the all but sheared-off left wing. Engines winding down, she's hooked up for a hasty tow when the CAG makes noise about coming in hot.

Atalanta may be cold as ice, more often than not. But now? Now she's coming in hot — damned hot. There's this gods awful ccccccrunccccchhhh as her Viper pounds down into the deck, bounces once, and then begins to skiiiiiid across it, throwing upa shower of sparks and this horrible metal-on-metal sound that, to any trained pilot, must be even worse than nails on a chalkboard. She's rattling around inside like a rag doll, trying to keep the thing from slamming into another air frame, or a wall, or any of the heavy loaders aboard. By some miracle, she does. And really, it is a miracle. Luck? Skill? Sure. But mostly, a miracle. As soon as it stops, she's signaling violently to the deck crew — an X over her head, indcating she needs to blow the canopy now.

Holtz's Viper sidles up alongside Atalanta's damaged ship; he makes a visual survey of the damage as he speaks over the com. As she makes her approach to the deck, he pulls away with a last look to give her space, watching with a grimace as her fighter heaves itself down onto the deck and skids down the lane before following her in. Luckily, he's not that badly damaged himself, and he touches down reasonably gently on the other side of the hangar from the CAG's wrecked fighter. Gotta give the deck crew room to work, after all.

Alejandro manages to bring his viper in without a mess, whew! Nothing as fancy as Atalanta's. Hobo lets out a breath in relieve and begins to power down and do his checks. Deckies won't be happy with his viper all shot up that's showtime for ye.

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