ALT #336: Chasing Raiders
Chasing Raiders
Summary: The Cylons miss Picon. They send it some gifts, in the form of Raiders. The Colonials try to return them.
Date: 12/08/2013 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: Nah
Atalanta Bennett Darius Maia Phin Warren Ygraine 
Space near Picon
Black, stars, planet in the rearview.
AWD #336

Zoom in, high orbit over Picon. Mostly back in Colonial hands, though there are still pockets of Centurions on the surface who haven't gotten this message. And, of late, air space hasn't been particularly quiet either. Flights or Raiders have been jumping into Picon airspace recently. Mostly for what can only be termed suicide missions. Strafing runs at the surface that seem to have little goal but to harass Colonial forces, but it's starting to wear on ANVIL's air groups. So, they've requested forces from Orion to fill out a few patrol schedules. One such force is on rotation in orbit now. It's about an hour in and, so far, it's been quiet. So far. Maybe things will pass uneventfully and everyone can go home to Piraeus space without incident after the shift is over.

Maybe.

Warren checks his DRADIS as he flies, working that flight plan as he does. He glances out to eithe side checking left and right both for his wingmen and any sign of raiders. Those fraking machines that make life hell are so far absent, then again they tend to show up whenever you don't want them too. He taps his coms

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Hyper, Dolly. DRADIS seems clear. Keep frosty, keep your eyes peeled. Never know when those bastards will jump us. Call out if you've got something."

Out into the wild black yonder. Nothing like it, all the Viper Jocks she'd talked to were right. The controls were so much more… delicate in a Viper, touchy, but Maia had practiced and practiced for that, so she was good at compensating for the difference. The slingshot into space had been a wild ride and as she'd kicked her thrusters into action and balanced out the bird, she was flying high and loving it as she takes position. Wingman for the bigtime. Oh. Gods. There's a bit of nerves, sure there is, but she's going to do everything right. Checking her DRADIS, instead of having a Milkshake to keep an eye on it for her, was something else she'd had to get used to as well.

Phin is making periodic instrument checks, but mostly he shadows Warren on a high fly-over of Picon country. Neck also occasionally craning to keep an eye on Darius' position. He hasn't flown with the ensign enough to have a solid handle on how the man flies yet. He keeps his eyes on the skies of space, such as they are.

Flying suppression support to vipers isn't something Bennett likely wakes up raring to go for, but in the military, you can't pick and choose. She's been fairly quiet up front in the patrol's lone raptor, attention mostly occupied with flying the bus and checking sensor readouts.

[Into the Wireless] Phin says, "Toast, Dolly. Copy that. Looks clear here, too. Clearer than Picon looked last time we were here, at least."

Ygraine is sitting behind Bennett of course, and she's got her own sharp eye on DRADIS. Poor Bennett though, because suppression support is kind of what Ygraine wake up raring to go for. At least one of them's enthused?

Darius, for his part, is quite visibly excited, he's literally almost trembling with excitement as he scans DRADIS and his visuals every couple of seconds. The thought of possibly meeting some Raiders and actually making enough kills to make ace is filling the young Ensign to burst. He tries to calm down even as his palms feel sweaty. Finally some action in space with the potential to get into a dogfight, something he's been training for since he joined up to be a Viper jock. Getting revenge for Belgravia was satisfying, shooting all those Centurions who were slaughtering helpless civilians, but now it's time to do what he does best, shoot down Raiders.

They weren't expecting combat. That much she knew. That does not, of course, mean that the CAG has already gotten bored. She has other things to worry about — namely, what almost amounts to having a nugget of her very own flying her wing. Atalanta shifts restlessly in her seat, keeping her eyes on her DRADIS, yes, but also occasionally craning her neck at an awkward angle to try and catch sight of Maia behind and slightly to her left. It isn't the first time she's had to do this, and sooner or later, the mothering instincts kick in — even for a motherless woman.

[Into the Wireless] Darius says, "Toast, Hyper. Roger, let's hope they try and jump us… I can't WAIT to illuminate a couple of Raiders with my KEW"

[Into the Wireless] Atalanta says, "Centerfold, Teatime. Wipe the grin off your face and keep your eyes on your HUD. We've got another hour in before RTB. Stay focused."

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Hyper, Toast. Stow it. I've got no patience for heroics. If they come we'll deal with them."

[Into the Wireless] Darius sounds abashed and contrite, "Toast, Hyper. Yes sir…

[Into the Wireless] Maia says, "Teatime, Centerfold. Grin's gone Sir. Eyes were they belong and I've got your wing, in formation. (But the grin is there in her voice anyway)"

Bennett smiles slightly to herself as she listens to Hyper practically frothing over the wireless, but does not comment. She seems a tetch distracted by her helmet's hardseal, which has been bothering her since they left Orion; she angles her head to the side to adjust the clip for the fiftieth time with an audible sigh. "I swear they make these things as uncomfortable as they possibly can," she murmurs, right hand steady on the stick as her left fiddles with the apparatus.

Phin can't help but roll his eyes a little at Darius' enthusiasm, but he doesn't seem to feel any need to add to Warren's admonishment. He keeps in formation with his wingmates, gaze flitting between them, Picon below them, and his instruments.

<FS3> Darius rolls Alertness: Failure.
<FS3> Atalanta rolls Alertness: Great Success.
<FS3> Bennett rolls Alertness: Failure.
<FS3> Warren rolls Alertness: Good Success.
<FS3> Phin rolls Alertness: Good Success.
<FS3> Maia rolls Alertness: Great Success.
<FS3> Ygraine rolls Ecm: Great Success.

"Ain't he just like a puppy?" Ygraine chuckles, and notes, "Ya tried puttin' in for a refit?" The question however, will have to wait, as her console beeps at her, diverting her attention.

[Into the Wireless] Ygraine says, "Flight, Milkshake. I've got one-two-three DRADIS contacts jumping it at six seven six carom nine, on course to Picon and registering as Cylon."

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Copy that Milkshake. Dolly, Hyper. On me. Teatime you have the ball."

[Into the Wireless] Atalanta says, "Flight, Teatime. Form up. Fangs out. Toast, Dolly, you keep your eyes on your little gosling. I'll keep my eyes on mine. Centerfold, steady hands and stay tight on my five, not my six, got it?"

[Into the Wireless] Maia says, "Teatime, Centerfold. "Copy, tight on your five.""

[Into the Wireless] Phin says, "Toast, Dolly. Copy that. I'm on your eight o'clock low, weapons hot."

"Twice," Bennett answers her backseater's query, and is possibly about to elaborate when the warning comes over the wireless. Quick as a whip, her gloved hand curves around the thruster bar and her eyes flick to DRADIS to confirm the positions Ygraine called out. "Looks like we have one on us at two.. no, three o'clock. Coming in fast."

[Into the Wireless] Bennett says, "Flight, Butch. Falling back to provide suppression support and engaging evasive maneuvers."

[Into the Wireless] Darius says, "Toast, Hyper. Roger, on your six, weapons hot."

Darius didn't notice the contacts, probably extremely distracted thinking about the kills he'll make until Ygraine announces contacts on her board. He acknoledges Warren as he moves into position behind Warren and Phin

Warren, as the DRADIS contacts get called out, maneuvers his viper towards him. He almost seems more concerned with is wingmen as he glances over his shoulder to either side as he flys. He clicks his coms again as he moves in.

Hearing the order over the com, Maia responds in kind, keeping to Teatime's five, hands steady. Interestingly enough, the nervousness evaporates and the focus begins, she's used to concentrating when it comes to doing this, so she falls into form and checks the DRADIS, holding her position, ready to maneuver with whatever was thrown at her.

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Hyper, Toast. I want you at 7, not 6. Dolly you're at 5. Fangs out, but stay with me. Remember both of you, your wingman is your lifeline. I don't want you working with me, not against me."

[Into the Wireless] Darius seems embarressed now, "Toast, Hyper. On your 7 as directed.

[Into the Wireless] Phin says, "Toast, Dolly. Copy that. Shifting position, coming in on your five. Both you and Hyper've got tails, as does our Raptor. I'll take the one on yours unless you've got other plans."

Atalanta's chin juts forward. Of course they were going to be Raiders. Isn't that how luck always goes? Just when… Her eyes scan not the DRADIS first, but the distance, narrowing to slits as she tries to pick out the telltale shine of Raiders against clear blue sky. Somehow, somehow, that's always easier to keep sight of than the angry red blips on her screen, with all their annoying beeps and the distraction of Betty's robotic warnings — but maybe that's what happens, with a huntress's eyes. "Lady Artemis, hear my prayer…"

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Copy that Dolly, Show hyper how its done. Hyper, I've got yours, go for mine. I'll lay him up, you two take him down."

Warren pushes his viper for some extra speed, hoping to break past the intercept that the raider has on him, and then turns suddently, hoping to lay him out for the two vipers in his wake. Its only then that he turns back in on the raider diving one of his own, working in towards him, hoping to get the shot he needs to clear his wingmate.

[Into the Wireless] Atalanta says, "Centerfold, Teatime. Butch has a bandit on her tail and no support. You remember the Loose Deuce from section tactics?"

[Into the Wireless] Darius is quite tense as he responds, "Toast, Hyper. On your tin can, breaking right…" he can almost be heard whispering, forgetting com discipline for a moment, "Wahoo… a target rich environment…"

Phin zips off to take the Raider that's set its sights on Warren, veering off so he can come it at it at an attack angle that'll compliment Darius'. He breaks left as the other pilot breaks right, trying to cover all sides of the Raider with fire if possible.

Ygraine's fingers start doing their thing as she begins to assault the targetting systems on those Raiders. As much as she might instinctively pick and choose who to protect, strategy makes itself known. The more mature pilots have a better chance of avoiding hits whereas young bloods might need a little assistance.

[Into the Wireless] Maia says, "Teatime, Centerfold. Copy, I'll follow the maneuver, I remember it well used it many times in the SIM."

<COMBAT> Phin attacks Raider3 with KEW - Light wound to Right Wing.
<COMBAT> Maia attacks Raider1 with KEW - Critical wound to Body.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Raider1 - Serious wound to Right Hand.
<COMBAT> Atalanta attacks Raider1 with KEW - Moderate wound to Cockpit.
<COMBAT> Ygraine suppresses Raider1 with Ecm. <successful>
<COMBAT> Ygraine suppresses Raider2 with Ecm. <successful>
<COMBAT> Warren attacks Raider2 with KEW - Moderate wound to Right Wing.
<COMBAT> Raider3 attacks Warren with KEW - ARMOR on Tail stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Raider2 attacks Darius with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Raider1 attacks Bennett with KEW - ARMOR on Cabin stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Bennett passes.
<COMBAT> Darius attacks Raider3 with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Phin has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.

<COMBAT> Raider1 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider2 has been KO'd!

The engagement of the Cylon-on-Colonial forces is, at least on first blush, bloody and short for the toasters. However, before the dust settles, pretty much everyone's instruments will pick up three more blips jumping into Picon airspace and on approach. The Raiders were, apparently, bringing company.

Warren angles in, focused as always. His thumb presses down on the firing nub, his kews lancing out, striking the wing of the raider daring to dive his wingmate. As his cannon rips through the wing of the offending raider, his own tail takes some glancing fire shoving his aim slightly off, but not enough to stop him from getting the kill. He galnces at his DRADIS to see who's left only to see more blips coming up and he taps his coms once again.

There's a soft hiss of satisfaction as Ygraine tangles up those targetting systems, but there's no rest for the wicked as she starts the process over again. "Ain't touchin' those pilots." she mutters under her breath determinedly.

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Hyper, Toast. You're clear. We've got more contacts. Dolly, Hyper. Apparently I've kicked the hornets nest. Work them in tandem. I've got the one diving you Dolly. Keep sharp. Remember this is not a competition, or a sim run."

[Into the Wireless] Atalanta says, "Centerfold, Teatime. You've got one on your six. Breathe. I've got you covered."

Darius broke off as planned, letting Warren get behind his tail as he and Phin get behind Warren's. He triggers off a quick burst but misses and frowns, as soon as that happens, he switches to a more aggressive stance, acknoledges the command of his wingleader and forms up with Phin to take one of the Raiders on Warren's tail.

Bennett's attempts to become an inconspicuous target are, at least initially, fairly futile. She throttles back the bus's engines and bellies up to cause the bird to drop back like a rock, but manages to pick up a tail while attempting to maneuver behind the vipers. Her stickhandling isn't quite quick enough to shake their bogey entirely, but despite the handful of shots that graze their flank, no damage registers on her readouts. "Sorry about that," she murmurs over her shoulder.

Phin comes in at the Raider on Warren and scatters cannon fire across its hull. It makes a dent, but only a dent. He veers around to make another pass at that target, flying getting a little less aggressive when he picks up a tail of his own.

[Into the Wireless] Darius says, "Toast, Hyper. Copy that, I've got the one on the left"

[Into the Wireless] Phin says, "Toast, Hyper, Dolly. I copy. You're just popular, Toast. Taking the other on you. I'll try and fly pretty, give you a good angle on the one after me."

As Teatime goes for the maneuver to draw fire, setting herself up as bait for the Raider on Bennett, Maia moves in, tailing her until she has a good shot and presses the nub, firing off the kew at the Raider, dealing deadly damage effectively taking it out just as her own system lights up, letting her know she's now a target. Hearing the assurances over the com, she responds back, taking the time to force a few breaths in.

There's a low hiss that pours out of Atalanta as she punches down on her throttle, banking hard in an attempt to drop back behind Maia and the Raider that she's picked up on her six. The G-forces on Picon aren't what she's used to in space, slamming her back against her seat. This — this — is exactly why it's dangerous for her to be underweight. But being shaken like a baby's rattle doesn't seem to bother her much. Aside from the hiss, she's calm. Focused. One of the two of them has to be.

[Into the Wireless] Bennett says, "Flight, Butch. Appreciate the assistance with our admirer."

[Into the Wireless] Maia says, "Teatime, Centerfold. Copy. Much relieved to have you going after it."

<COMBAT> Maia attacks Raider5 with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Bennett passes.
<COMBAT> Phin attacks Raider5 with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Ygraine suppresses Raider3 with Ecm. <successful>
<COMBAT> Ygraine suppresses Raider4 with Ecm. <successful>
<COMBAT> Raider4 attacks Warren with KEW - Moderate wound to Weapon.
<COMBAT> Atalanta attacks Raider6 with KEW - Serious wound to Left Wing.
<COMBAT> Raider5 attacks Warren with KEW - Serious wound to Controls (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Warren attacks Raider3 with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Raider6 attacks Maia with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Raider3 attacks Phin with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Darius attacks Raider4 with KEW - Light wound to Right Wing.
<COMBAT> Phin has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.

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

The exchange is less lop-sided this time, though there's still a good deal of shrapnel left in the vacuum of space after the volleys are exchanged. Like clockwork, though, three more contacts appear. Almost as if they'd planned this.

Warren draws in on his riader but suddently theirs multiple lines of fire lancing into his Viper. Its all he can do to fly it straight, and the fire he manages to lance out goes wide, but thats not what he's concerned with. What he seems to be concerned with is the master alarm going off over his controls. "FRAKING HELL", he screams to himself off coms as he works the stick best he can to keep him out of the pinwheel of death. Its only after he's mostly come out of it that he hits his coms again

Phin makes a clean pass around his target. Clean in that, he can't get a bead on it and hit it properly. He frowns, particularly as more appear on his instruments, cursingly softly. Off-mic, fortunately.

Darius breaks left and with a well-placed shot, damages the left wing of one of the Raiders attacking Warren enough to make it crash and he yahoos, almost yelling over the com as he stabs the button to mute his mic before he gets yelled at by the rest of the flight. He notices a tail and switches quickly to evasion as he breaks to go after the one on Phin.

[Into the Wireless] Phin says, "Toast? Toast, Dolly. Sing out, man."

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Frak, this is toast. I'm hit bad. Controls are slugish. I'm still in the fight but not in a good way. Hyper, Dolly they're breaking on you two. I'll provide what support I can but I'm not doing well, go evasive. Repeat, go evasive."

[Into the Wireless] Darius says, "Toast, Dolly, Hyper. Copy that, Dolly, I'll take yours if you'll take mine. Breaking right."

[Into the Wireless] Phin says, "Toast, Dolly. Copy that, loud and clear. Assuming evasives. Appreciate it, Hyper."

There's a blast of orange KEW that comes from Atalanta's cannons, which really just does a bang-up job of trashing that Raider's left wing. A tiny little smile tugs at the corner of her lips, or begins to, when Betty starts screaming in her ear that she's been targetted. Her eyes flick down to her DRADIS and she lets out a soft swear.

"Too many Raiders, not enough ME." grits Ygraine from her seat. Second verse, same as the first.

[Into the Wireless] Bennett says, "Toast, Butch. I have another bogey on me. I am going to try to lead it to you and sandwich it between us, over."

[Into the Wireless] Atalanta says, "Centerfold, Teatime. You're clear, but it looks like I've picked up a dance partner."

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Butch, Toast. Copy that. I'll do what I can but don't expect miracles."

"Three more," Bennett remarks to Ygraine over the inter-ship comm. "You don't suppose they are doing this on purpose, do you?" As she spots another raider swooping in on her, she jukes sharply to starboard and firewalls her engines, barreling in on a collision course with Warren's limping viper. Or so it seems.

"We need to find a way to clone you," Bennett adds, grinning a little at the irony.

"Can you hear the chorus of guys on Orion and down on Piraeus sayin' 'Yes, please?' to that?" snickers Ygraine, even as her eyes and fingers attend to their work.

[Into the Wireless] Maia says, "Teatime Centerfold. "Copy I got your six, I'm coming up on him and it sounds like Butch has company too."

Her kew misses, Maia watches the Raider evade her and moves back into position to get the one off the boss.

<COMBAT> Atalanta attacks Raider8 with KEW - Light wound to Right Wing.
<COMBAT> Ygraine suppresses Raider8 with Ecm. <unsuccessful>
<COMBAT> Ygraine suppresses Raider3 with Ecm. <successful>
<COMBAT> Raider7 attacks Bennett with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Darius attacks Raider9 with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Raider8 attacks Atalanta with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Raider5 attacks Darius with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Maia attacks Raider8 with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Bennett passes.
<COMBAT> Warren attacks Raider7 with KEW - Serious wound to Right Wing.
<COMBAT> Raider9 attacks Phin with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Raider3 attacks Phin with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Phin attacks Raider5 with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Phin has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.

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

Once again, the fire exchange between the Colonials and Cylons ends in many Cylon parts being strewn across space. The remaining Raiders zero in on a more straight-ahead course, toward Picon. The DRADIS, however, stays clear of anymore of them. For the moment. So there's that, at least.

Darius breaks right and triggers a burst at the Raider trying to nail Phin, he misses, but his shots are enough to be able to get the Raider to break off his attack on his wingman. He calls out to his wingmates and continues to chase the Raider that was after Phin.

Phin goes hardcore evasive, spinning and dodging with all the speed and lightness that empty space allows. Between that, the Raptor's work, and the coverage he's getting from his wingmates, he manages to keep himself from getting blasted. He doesn't actually hit anything, but that's not priority 1 for him just now.

Crap. Now Butch is calling for help. Warren works his controls, fighting them all the way. He mutters, curses even, loudly as he tries to work back. Butch is calling for help and he's got to get around on that fraking raider. Its taking all he's got to move around on it before he's lancing out with his KEW's. And he hits his mark lancing through its wing, severing it and sending it spiraling out to its death and away from Bennett. Theres another glance at his DRADIS as he struggles to maintain control of his viper, as he works out where he needs to be before he hits his coms once more.

[Into the Wireless] Darius says, "Toast, Dolly, Hyper. I'm on the last one's tail, are we chasing or what?" *there is hopeful anticipation in his voice*"

Bennett can't quite pull off what the vipers do, but a raptor pilot's always got a few tricks up their sleeve. And the close-pass-breakaway is one of them, which her pursuer falls for hook, line and sinker. She lets it put its greater speed and maneuverability to use in lining up a shot on her, then tumbles away just in time to let Warren take it out with his guns.

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Butch, Toast. You're clear. Hyper, focus on the raider diving from the right. I'll grab the left best I can. Dolly! Focus the one diving Hyper. Flight. Could use all the support I can manage. I'm beat up, and still have raiders diving my wing. Tally ho."

[Into the Wireless] Bennett says, "Toast, Butch. You look like you are hurting pretty badly. Do you need a pickup?"

[Into the Wireless] Phin says, "Flight, Dolly. Copy that. Focused on the one after Hyper, but I can't shake these guys. Staying in evasive. Not picking up anymore for now, at least."

[Into the Wireless] Bennett says, "Dolly, Butch. We will try to harass the one on your eight as best we can."

Juke left. Juke right. Back when Atalanta was at an age when frequented evening hotspots, there was a song about wiggling it, just a little bit. And that's exactly what she does, waving her tail this way and that way, all in the hopes of staying clear of his sites just long enough to do something a little bit crazy — flipping end-over-end, to stare the Raider on her six right in the face. Surprise!

[Into the Wireless] Atalanta says, "Dolly, Teatime. My section's clear, so I'm going to try to pick off one of the ones on your tail. Centerfold, split off, and we'll see if you can tag-team the other."

"Easy cheesy." murmurs Ygraine, shifting back and forth as Bennett banks the raptor. Her hands stay steady, though.

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Teatime, Toast. Appricate your your help. Give them hell."

Still, Maia misses the one on Atalanta, but the kew from the bosses Viper strikes it. She breathes a sigh of relief and checks her DRADIS, looking for another target, listening to the com for her direction. She replies back on the com.

"Easy cheesy," Bennett agrees, in that indefatigably calm, and vaguely amused tone of hers as she drags their bus in to get Ygraine a better angle of assault.

[Into the Wireless] Phin says, "Teatime, Dolly. Thanks for the coverage."

[Into the Wireless] Maia says, "Teatime, Centerfold. Copy, taking the opposite one."

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Maia attacks Raider9 with KEW - Critical wound to Body.
<COMBAT> Darius attacks Raider9 with KEW - Serious wound to Body.
<COMBAT> Raider5 attacks Darius with KEW - Light wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Raider3 attacks Phin with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Atalanta attacks Raider3 with KEW - Moderate wound to Left Wing.
<COMBAT> Warren tries to attack but has no target!
<COMBAT> Phin attacks Raider5 with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Bennett passes.
<COMBAT> Ygraine suppresses Raider3 with Ecm. <successful>
<COMBAT> Ygraine suppresses Raider5 with Ecm. <successful>
<COMBAT> Raider9 attacks Phin with KEW - Moderate wound to Right Wing (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Phin has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.

<COMBAT> Raider3 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider9 has been KO'd!

The DRADIS remains free of new contacts, save whatever blips register of the innards of Raiders as they're blown up over high orbit on Picon. The remaining toasters don't go quietly, however, and one is still left after the dust has settled.

Warren works around, but he slides hard. Nothings responding right at this point. He works right to compensate…then left. He slides right over his target. Left, the right. Nothings working out. His bursts lance out one side than the other. "FRAKING GODS DAMN IT" he screams out to himself feeling utterly helpless to help out his wingmates. And then comes in the thunder of Maia and Atia, and he breaths a slight sigh of relief, but it doesn't make warren feel any better immediately calling out on coms.

Darius manages to get hit as he helps Maia take out one of the Raiders on Phin. He's so fixated that the one on his tail manages to put a light hit on him. He immediately breaks off from the destroyed Raider and does an S-turn and burn to aim at the one that was on his tail to finish him off

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Dolly, Toast. Tell me you're still flying. Hyper, you still have one on you. I need you to lay him up for us."

Bennett skirts the very periphery of the sortie between the vipers and raiders, bringing her bus in near enough for the countermeasures pods to light up with activity as Ygraine does her thing, but no closer.

[Into the Wireless] Bennett says, "Toast, Butch. I repeat, is your viper still operational? Do you require pickup?"

Phin's Viper is rocked by Raider fire but, after some brief spinning, he recovers well enough. A check to either side of him, then his instruments just to be sure. He might actually be in the clear. He indulges in a grin, though he refrains from any more celebrating than that.

[Into the Wireless] Darius says, "Toast, Hyper. I'm on him, going to bring him into range of Dolly's and your guns and catch him the crossfire."

Ygraine watches the dance play out on her DRADIS screen, brows lifting as she realizes the Raider's new target. "Oh, I don't think so." she snarls.

[Into the Wireless] Phin says, "Toast, Dolly. I'm good. Looks like I lost my friends, too. Thanks, flight. Hyper, you OK?"

Maia manages to get another hit in and pulls up as she'd learned before to avoid crashing the debris. Leveling out, she checks the DRADIS again while listening to the coms her lifeline for orders at the moment.

[Into the Wireless] Darius says, "Dolly, Hyper. I'm hit but not bad, I'll see what I can do."

[Into the Wireless] Atalanta says, "Toast, Teatime. Sing out. Say again, sing out. Do you need a ride?"

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Teatime, Toast. I'm holding it together. I'm holding it together. Get that fraking raider and I'll be alright."

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Butch, Toast. I'm alright. Just need this last raider. Fraking hell. Hyper break right, flight's got your tail"

[Into the Wireless] Darius says, "Copy that, breaking right…"

<COMBAT> Phin attacks Raider5 with KEW - NEAR MISS!
<COMBAT> Ygraine suppresses Raider5 with Ecm. <successful>
<COMBAT> Raider5 attacks Darius with KEW - Moderate wound to Weapon.
<COMBAT> Maia attacks Raider5 with KEW - Moderate wound to Right Wing.
<COMBAT> Warren attacks Raider5 with KEW - Serious wound to Left Wing.
<COMBAT> Bennett passes.
<COMBAT> Atalanta attacks Raider5 with KEW - Moderate wound to Body.
<COMBAT> Darius attacks Raider5 with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Phin has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.

<COMBAT> Raider5 has been KO'd!

The last remaining Raider doesn't even clear Picon's near orbit. It gets blown up in a concentration of Viper KEW that leaves very little trace of it remaining. After the debris clears, the DRADIS shows space and skies free of anything but Colonial traffic. For now.

[Into the Wireless] Bennett says, "Flight, Butch. DRADIS looks clear. I think that was the last of them."

Warren whips this way and that, fraking damage controls. It doesn't work out the way he wants. This way, that way. And where's that fraking raider. Frak. There it is. Fire. Fire. Fire. Warren's pouring out fire as he whips around again. Lucky for him it rips through the left wing of the final raider, even as theres more fire ripping through it. Thats the least of what he's concerned of as he struggles to keep controll of things. Its worse off than he's let on but he's not saying that outloud as he speaks over coms.

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Butch, Toast. Copy that, raiders are dealt with."

Phin adds his fire to the rest of the flight's on that Raider. He misses again but, at that point, it barely matters. He enjoys the spectacle of it getting blowed up real good anyway.

There are no celebratory fist pumps, no hoots or hollars from Maia's Viper, but she still wears the smile she'd had off and on since hitting airspace. The kew had hit its mark again but it had for several others, and now it was time to see who needed what. Warren had been hit and she listens to the com for the assurances he was fine. With no more targets, she remains in place, at the five of Teatime, and cruises along.

Poor little Raider. Atalanta could almost feel bad for it. Almost. And in this case, almost means not really. It's a delight, watching no less than five Vipers come bearing down on its last, lingering form. Her smile, however faint, starts to spread. It's a short-lived expression, though — once the initial bright blast of it being scrapped fades, her focus is back onto the flight.

Bennett peels her raptor away from the debris field gradually, careful not to get tangled up in raider bits as the combat formation disperses. "Good work, Milkshake," she tells her backseater with a brief glance and smile. "You kept their proverbial hands in their pants." After catching sight of Warren's viper hurtling past, she triggers her radio again.

[Into the Wireless] Atalanta says, "Flight, Teatime. Toast, RTB. Hyper, cover him. Dolly, Centerfold, form up on me — we're going to keep the skies clear until they both land, then head back to the barn."

Darius spins to try and get away from the raider on his tail and take a shot but his weapon gets damaged from a return volley just as the flight destroys it for him. He takes a deep breath and then stabbing the mute button on his comms he yells, "YAHOO!!!!" and fist pumps, pulling a little crop duster stunt-like maneuver before he slides into position on Warren's wing at Atalanta's order.

[Into the Wireless] Bennett says, "Toast, Butch. Your flying looks pretty erratic. Please inform me immediately if you need to wave off your approach, and we will assist."

[Into the Wireless] Darius says, "YAH… err, Teatime, Hyper. Roger that, moving to cover Toast… RTB acknoledged."

[Into the Wireless] Phin says, "Teatime, Dolly. Copy that. Forming up on your seven. Hell of a shot, Toast. Reward yourself with a safe landing, huh?"

[Into the Wireless] Warren repsonds, "Teatime, Toast. Copy that. Heading for the barn. Butch, Toast, Copy that. I'll let you know if I need to go EVA. Can't be any worse than landing on fire can it?" Can it? Its hard to tell. Its not as if keeping a straight approach seems easy really but he's certainly trying to.

[Into the Wireless] Ygraine says, "Toast, Milkshake. Don't worry, barn swallows are easy. Ya sit and float and do nothin' while th'ladies do all th'work."

Darius blinks at the com from Ygraine and mutters in his cockpit, "Did she just… was that some sort of sexual innuendo…???" He brushes bright red.

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