AWD #239: Into the Hornet's Nest
Into the Hornet's Nest
Summary: Orion's air wing conducts a strike behind enemy lines, but they get a little more than they bargained for.
Date: 02/09/2013
Related Logs: Various planning/briefing logs
Bennett Maia Brandy Jaine Ygraine Atalanta Holtz Phin Calanthia Agrippa Warren Alejandro Taylor 
Cylon Space
A tylium mining station on a moon orbiting a gas giant, somewhere in Cylon territory.
AWD #239

The mission was set — four jumps to get them to their target, with the Vipers crammed onto the too-tight decks of the two cruisers, which have none of the glorious space of a top-of-the-line, Mercury-class battlestar. The Raptors making their own jumps slowed them down, but gave them the room they needed to bring both squadrons. It took an extraordinary effort to coordinate all of their calculations, particularly in the unfamiliar Cylon territory. But one last flash, and the massive green gas giant was beneath them, its clouds swirling furiously from the forces of a wild storm in the upper atmosphere. The moon — and the basetar — are bright white figures sharply silhoutted against the dark clouds.

Phin sits in his Viper, crammed among the other Vipers. It's not a great vantage point. All he can really do to track their progress to their point-of-attack is counting by the feel of the carrier's jumps. He fiddles with his wireless unit, to make sure he's open to receive all incoming chatter from his flightmates. Takes a deep breath. Does the latest of several systems checks. And waits. *re*

For some reason, being cramped into the cruisers feels much more confining than languishing on the catapult of a Battlestar, even though the cockpit of a Viper remains the same size. There is and idle tick that Agrippa is stuck with while he waits for the jumps to finish and the orders to launch to be given, fingers drumming away at the handle of the flightstick. Once the final jump is made, Punchdrunk is ready to go, already checked his systems, three times.

Warren sits in his viper going thorugh his flight checks again, occasionally glancing to the other vipers crammed in the bay. Almost feels like home on the Rubaul again. He hmmms to himself a moment making a note on the pad on his leg with his grease pencil as he waits for the clear to launch.

Bennett's raptor is a bright flash of light amongst many, as its FTL drive disengages from its final jump and the cumbersome bird re-enters normal space in almost perfect formation. Ahead, the silvery hulls of the fleet's cruisers and flak frigates, and the pilot adjusts her heading to nose her bus in on the correct trajectory toward the moon.

Alejandro is set, having gone through his preflight checks, double checks, and now waits along with the rest. He's bebobbing along to some tune in his head, pattering his fingers along over non sensitive areas of the instrument panels, his thighs, his helmet, whatever he can reach to do keep his beat like some classic 1980's drummer on LSD. Yep, he's entertaining himself but he's got his ears on all the same.

Holtz sits in his cockpit on the flight deck of the heavy cruiser, strangely calm. No constant system rechecks, no nervous fidgeting; he simply sits there, arms relaxed as he stares out through his canopy out over the ship's open hangar deck. He squints as the final flash of the capital ship's FTL drive deposits them not far from the planet and its moon. With a slow intake of breath, he wraps his hands around the controls and prepares for the launch order.

Ygraine perches in the back of Brandy's raptor. "Ya think maybe they were like, 'we take th' two tallest blonde women in the Wing and stick 'em in th' same raptor and as a result awesome happens?" she asks her new pilot as she finishes up her pre-flight checks.

Cold, icy blue eyes stare out of the helmet and through the cockpit glass at no particular spot of interest inside the cruiser's decks. Medusa sits secured in the cockpit of her Viper, loosely gripping the flight stick and waiting. The chatter on the coms goes in one ear and out the other, the fleet jumping one last time and setting up to begin launching.

Franklin's cool facade was a well-known trait. There's no reason for that to change now — aside from that whole 'first time in Cylon space' thing. That whole 'first battle in Cylon space in forty years', really, but who's counting? Atalanta's already done all of her pre-flight checks, has her Viper ready to launch the minute that the order comes over the ship's comm system. So now all she's doing is drumming her thumbs against her controls, the only sign of her impatience.

Pre-flight check done. Maia waits, hands on the controls for the final spooling and after the flash of the third and final jump, she grins back at the ECO with a nod of approval. The attention is brief though as she gets into formation just behind Bennett, preparing for the remainder of the flight to the moon, listening for any voices over the com, her face a mask of concentration. She's in go mode now and prepared to get the job done.

[Into the Wireless] Atalanta |An unfamiliar voice crackles over the radio of the King's Bay. "Enemy in sight. Launch when ready."

[Into the Wireless] Atalanta |An unfamiliar voice crackles over the radio of the King's Bay. "Enemy in sight. Launch when ready."

Brandy slips in with a flash a second after the stars fade away, suit set a couple of degrees lower to contain her nerves a bit better. "All flghts control: green." She reports to Milkshake on the internals, gunning up the throttle to ride at the flank of the lead Raptor. "Maybe, it would be an interestiing approach." She says with a bit of a smirk.

Jaine gives Maia a brief nod before she runs of the weapons system, turning her head back to the console before her as her hands tap over the controls, preparing the final saftey unlocks while she watches the DRADIS as they pull through the final jump and the raptor pulls into formation. She stays quiet, focused with her fingers hovering over the pad, waiting.

[Into the Wireless] Bennett says, "Raptors, Butch. Please standby for updated targeting coordinates. We will proceed once we are cleared by Flight Lead."

Holtz finally tenses, the blood singing in his ears as he slams his throttle and hurls his Viper off the hangar deck and into the black. It's not quite the same sensation as being catapulted from a battlestar's launch tube, but the sudden acceleration presses him back in his seat nonetheless. Once he's out, he angles off to one side, braking slightly so he can fall into formation with the other emerging fighters.

The last flash in the black skies over the unfamiliar planet isn't incoming Raiders. Those will undoubtedly be pouring out of the basestars launch tubes at any moment. No, it's the CAG's Raptor. Riding in the backseat of Ironhide's bird, they jump in late enough that he only catches the last half of the launch command from the King's Bay.

Warren tucks the grease pencil away and wraps his hands around the controls. His eyes scan over the instuments one last time waiting for his turn to launch. When its finally his turn he rockets into the black, edging his viper around to form up with the rest of the squadron before hitting the wireless.

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Flight, Toast. I'm clear of the Kings Bay. Hobo form on me."

When the Vipers are loosed from the carrier, Phin flares out into enemy space along with his fellows. He swerves into his position among the Strike sections, taking another deep breath. "Just like any other sortie…" he mutters to himself. Though trolling around in Cylon space at least seems more chilling than usual.

Hardpoints bristling with racks of incendiary bombs, Bennett's laden-down raptor finishes its course correction and throttles back with a flare of thrusters from orange to blue. It drops back to allow the CAG's bird to take lead in the procession, posture defensive for the time being.

Alejandro likewise waits his turn, keeping an eye on the sequences for Toast to launch before him. No more drumming, no more pretend guitar solos, focused once they come out of the last jump and hear the order go out. When he's queued up to go, his hands are already on the stick and cuing hard thrust. His eyes are sharp first to locate Toast and get into position.

[Into the Wireless] Phin says, "Flight, Dolly. I'm clear and ready. Medusa, form up with me at carom-three-niner."

[Into the Wireless] Alejandro says, "Toast, Hobo, forming up off your wing. Over."

Once the go for launch is given, Agrippa grins under his helmet and soon he launches into space. From the tight confines of the makeshift carrier into open space where there are no boundaries. With a quick look around to get himself oriented, first order of business for Punchdrunk is to find his wingman, the LadyCAG and to fly her wing.

When the call to launch comes through, Calanthia waits for those in front to clear the deck, before slamming the throttle forward. The Viper rockets off the deck and out into space. With the rest of the flight driting out and away from the launching fighters, she does a little flourish as she heads that direction, ruddering and sticking over into loose roll that brings her in right next to Phin.

With the weight of the added bombs, the Raptor is more sluggish than usual, definitely not like zipping around in a Viper. Comfortable behind the controls, Maia remains in her own formation flanking to the side and just back from Bennett while Shake and Brandy take their own place. Hearing the order over the radio, she glances towards Mouse to make sure she'd heard. "Standing by for coordinates."

It only takes a few seconds for Franklin to respond to the call for them to launch. She speeds off of the deck, generating enough force to slam her back into her seat. She rockets out past the cluster of capital ships, speeding out into the black — away from the cluster of capital ships, which are no doubt about to close on the basestar floating just outside of their range.

[Into the Wireless] Atalanta says, "Punchie, form up on my five o'clock."

[Into the Wireless] Agrippa says, "Teatime, Punchie. I copy, forming up on your five."

[Into the Wireless] Atalanta | “Flight, Bushman. Target coordinates are incoming.”

As the remaining Vipers emerge from the hangar, Holtz pushes down on the throttle and slips into formation. A quick glance goes towards the Raptors as Phoenix's voice crackles in his ear, but for the most part his eyes are locked on the space in front of him and his DRADIS console as he speaks into his com.

[Into the Wireless] Holtz says, "Wheels, Storm. Bring it in, form on my seven."

Brandy seems to fly smoothly by instruments. Her eyes glancing up as the Vipers take up their escort position and a faint smile rises on her lips and she glances to make certain her voice travels no further than Ygraine. "First time with Vipers since flight school.. Feel free to warn me if they are about to cut us off and we need to move out of their way, Sir." There is no looking around much for her yet, just keeping her spacing on the Raptor wing even and steady. A little different from the other Raptor pilots, Brandy appreciates the bulk of the missle mounts, since combat wise she is more used to the heavy support loads and resistance of atmosphere.

Phin turns to try and catch a glimpse of the Raptors. Though, given the speed and his place in the formation, he can't track them very well visually. Eyes flit down to his instruments, trying to get a fix on everyone's positions before they're into the full chaos of combat.

When the call to launch comes Taylor takes a deep breath, and with his forefinger draws an imaginary line from the back of his helmet over to the front glass. Then with a smile he punches his throttle as the Viper rockets through the opening. No fancing rolls or flips for him this time, though. All business. He clicks a confirmation to his wing leader, Storm, as he moves into position
[Into the Wireless] Taylor says, "Storm, Wheels. Solid copy, on your seven."

"I'm gonna be lookin' for approaches for our bombs." Ygraine informs Brandy. "I can call out enemy DRADIS contacts, but trust your eyes, Ensign. And your gut."

Almost the second that they jumped in, the flak frigates began closing in on the distant basestar. The second ship, the cylindrical mystery? It was nowhere in sight. Single-minded in their intent, the guns aboard begin laying down heavy fire. It would echo in great, thundering booms, where there any air for the vibrations. But it's a vain hope, that they'd be able to take them out so fast that not a single Raider would slip through their offensive lines. The Cylons are quick. The Vipers have barely had time to launch when the first stream of them can be seen pouring out of the basestar's launch tubes — a steady stream of metallic crescent moons with angry red eyes.

Jaine glances out the front window as the Raptors get into formation, lsitening to the com chatter but staying silent herself, hands running over the commands as she looks back, linking up and recieving the coordinates, she flashes Maia a thumbs up and finishes unlocking the sfaetys for the incindeary bombs in their racks, "Primed and ready for the assault run."

With the Cylons using a combination of surface mining techniques and underground shafts to access the tylium deposits buried under the moon's crust, the coordinates that the Raptors receive are for a combination of open pits and decline ports scattered across the surface. Caught completely unawares, each of them seems to be active — and operated entirely by a combination of automated heavy machinery and Centurion forces, which have no need to breathe.

Bennett holds her position in the wedge of raptors closing in on the cylon moon, her hand steady on the flight yoke even as raiders begin pouring out of the distant basestar like bats out of hell. Her backseater, meanwhile, is running through his final weapons checks and unlocking the safety overrides for the bomb racks as coordinates are finally fed to their onboard computer systems.

Warren glances over his shoulder a moment to make sure Alejandro is there before he notices the blips on Dradis. His eyes go out to the dark, spotting the angry crescent moons flooding into space. "Well best layed plans," he remarks to himself as his hands tighten around the controls as he hits his wireless.

[Into the Wireless] Bennett says, "Flight, we've got a couple of bogeys with a bead on us here."

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Hobo, Toast. Lets see what you're made of, we have multiple bogies coming in hot, work em with me."

[Into the Wireless] Holtz says, "Wheels, Storm. Got a couple making for the Raptors. Let's clear a path, yeah?"

[Into the Wireless] Ygraine speaks into her mic. "Flight, Milkshake. Bombs prepped and ready for run." And then, "Enemy contact on DRADIS!" she starts calling out the positions, noting the pair that are forming up on her and Brandy's tail.

"That's what I like to hear, Mouse." Maia grins again but the expression slips rapidly. "Be ready to drop your load.. and there may be turbulence." Right. Prepared to take on evasive action when necessary as she both hears and sees the stream of Raiders bounding towards the Colonial crew. "Hold tight, we're almost to the target."

[Into the Wireless] Alejandro says, "Toast, Hobo. Copied, over."

[Into the Wireless] Taylor says, "Storm, Wheels. Right behind you. Fire like Hades."

Phin zips into position to cover the approach of the Raptors. It's unlikely he doesn't notice the Cylon on his tail, but he doesn't pay it a ton of attention immediately. Beyond trying to out-fly it.

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

Jaine updates the computer with the DRADIS contacts, then switches back into the weapons systems, "I don't think any of them are coming after us, we should be able to make it first and pull around and psosibly provide some support against the raiders while we set up again."

There is no doubt Cylon presence out there and the silvery specs that falls out of the large Basestar is an easy sign that they have company, question is how many will be making it through the flak. The first wave that passes through shows up on DRADIS and soon Agrippa can pick out the Raiders as they begin to vector in on their respective targets.

Following on the wing of Phin, Calanthia moves with the rest of the Vipers to provide that covering screen to keep them off the Raptors. She tries to sight her guns on one Raiders that seems to be heading straight(er) in their direction.

The Frakk'n New Guy stays on Toast's five o'clock, noting the two raiders zipping in to try and line up on his wing leader. Alejandro isn't aware right off that a third raider is checking his own arse out. Hobo has eyes sharp, prepping his weapons to targeting. His HUD's alive and a quick glance at his instruments occasionally help him keep tabs on locations as they sling through the dark.
[Into the Wireless] Agrippa says, "Copy that Teatime, I also see a couple of them are going after our Raptors."

It takes the cruisers a few moments to find the range, but the shots from their heavy guns soon begin to strike home. Targeted around the basestar's central axis, a couple particularly well aimed shots turn the Cylon ship's hangars into scrap metal. The Colonials at least won't have to contend with the basestar's entire fighter wing… but that doesn't do anything about the Raiders that managed to get in the air already, as they bear down on the Colonial formation looking for some measure of vengeance.

The basestar, meanwhile, is recovering more quickly than the Colonials might have hoped, accelerating as it tries to turn its damaged sections away from its attackers, while venting its missle racks at the quartet of capital ships. For the moment, however, the flak frigates are up to the task, their area-effect weapons blasting most of the Cylon missiles out of space before they can hit the cruisers, which continue to lob shells at the slowly retreating baseship.

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Raider2 attacks Bennett with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Raider6 attacks Phin with KEW - Light wound to Engine (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Raider8 attacks Alejandro with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Raider7 attacks Brandy with KEW - Serious wound to Body.
<COMBAT> Raider5 attacks Brandy with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Raider4 attacks Agrippa with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Raider3 attacks Warren with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Slider passes.
<COMBAT> Raider1 attacks Warren with KEW - Moderate wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Ygraine passes.
<COMBAT> Warren attacks Raider8 with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Taylor attacks Raider7 with KEW - Light wound to Weapon.
<COMBAT> Phin attacks Raider2 with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Maia passes.
<COMBAT> Jaine passes.
<COMBAT> Holtz attacks Raider5 with KEW - Serious wound to Body.
<COMBAT> Calanthia attacks Raider6 with KEW - Moderate wound to Body.
<COMBAT> Brandy passes.
<COMBAT> Bennett passes.
<COMBAT> Atalanta attacks Raider4 with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Alejandro attacks Raider3 with KEW - Serious wound to Body.
<COMBAT> Agrippa attacks Raider7 with KEW - Moderate wound to Body.
<COMBAT> Holtz has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Raider-3118g has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider3 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider-3224m has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider5 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider-0730s has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider7 has been KO'd!

<FS3> Atalanta rolls Gunnery: Great Success.
<FS3> Ygraine rolls Gunnery: Good Success.
<FS3> Bennett rolls 3: Good Success.
<FS3> Jaine rolls Gunnery: Good Success.

Undaunted by the raider who has a bead on her, and the quantity of KEW slinging past her bus, Bennett hears the go ahead somewhere in the scramble to repel the enemy contacts, and firewalls her thrusters. The raptor drops quickly, a little wing-slice to port that sends her pursuer's rockets hurtling off harmlessly into the black. And on she races, rapidly closing in on her prescribed target as her backseater's voice counts down steadily to weapons away.
[Into the Wireless] Bennett says, "Aphrodeen, Butch; looks like you took a bad hit there, do you need to abort?"

Phin pursues the Raider pursuing Bennett doggedly, if not particularly fiercely. His KEW misses its mark. He takes a grazing hit across its engines, but it doesn't seem to do him too much damage.

Warren moves in on the incomin raiders, but spots one heading straight for Hobo. He pulls the stick, hits the thruster pedal and pulls his viper on intercept. He thumbs the the firing nub, letting a few bursts go out, just missing. Unfortunately it seems his turn put him right in the firing line himself.

Ygraine rocks back and forht in her seat when the raptor takes fire, but it doesn't stop Ygraine from getting her bomb away. "Tell Butch we're fine!" she hollers from her spot behind Brandy. "First bomb is away; we got another run in us. Still got your lunch, Ensign?"
[Into the Wireless] Agrippa says, "Raptor One-One-Two-Three, your tail is clear of Raiders for now."

"Sounds like a plan." Maia sounds off to her ECO's suggestion. As soon as the Cylon ship hangar is turned into scrap, there's an eerie silence from Maia before she grins and fistpumps, doing her own quiet celebration. "Here we go, let's light 'em up Mouse." Unaware that Brandy had been hit as of yet until she hears it over the com. She flies in silence, dropping in altitude towards the moon prepared to give her ECO the best possible chance to hit her target.

There they are, Raiders. Brandy checks her flight wing first, monitoring their positions and compensating for the distances and and throttling up. A little as she starts to rock the Raptor a little, getting used to the free stick, and getting ready to start the careful process of proceeding to a target and trying not to get hit. "Two incoming, and tight. Brace." she says as she rolls hard and then feels the inertia shifts of the Cylon weapons tearing into the hull of the ship. "Clear.."

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Hobo, Toast. I'm tracking the one on your tail. How you doing back there?"

Still slowly rotating, the basestar reverses course, bearing down on the Colonial ships as its damaged side is no longer under fire. The massive star-shaped vessel continues to spit a swarm of missiles at the Colonial cruisers and frigates, coordinating its fire with the Raiders making sweeping firing passes against the larger ships. The gun crews on the flak frigates are doing wonders, but being forced to split their fire between the basestar's missles and the wildly maneuvering Raiders isn't doing anything for their efficacy. A few missles get through the flak barrier, and then a few more. Both cruisers continue firing, their shots picking away at the armor of the basestar, but the Cylon ship's maneuvers manage to keep the Colonials from being able to concentrate heavy fire on any one section of the ship for very long. Meanwhile, a cluster of silvery Cylon missles wrecks one of the gun turrets on the light cruiser.

Holtz trips his afterburners as he watches a trio of Raiders break off after the Raptors. He brings his fighter in after one Raider, ducking and weaving as it spits blue flame at Brandy's ship, but to no avail; Holtz's guns tear it to pieces before it can land a shot on the Raptor.

[Into the Wireless] Brandy says, "Brandy here, damaged, but on mission. Continuing to target."

With the initial pass over, and the fight breaking off into smaller conflicts within the larger furball, Calanthia lets the first few controlled bursts from her guns spit across the heaviest parts of armor on one Raider. When Phin pulls away to pursue another that's dogging the Raptors, Calanthia breaks with him to pursue as well.

Having full faith in his wingman to cover his tail, Agrippa was able to focus on the Raider that was bearing down on one of their Raptors, leading the toaster on his crosshairs before firing off a burst. The shot punches through the Raider's fuselage and appears while on the outside it doesn't look like it took much damage, it must've hit something critical on its internals because it's out of action. Punchdrunk immediately looks for the next target, quickly reassessing the combat situation.

Taylor banks his Viper slightly as Storm opens up on a Raider, setting his own sights on another bearing down on the same Raptor. Letting loose a spit of fire he watches his bullets and someone else's dance along the Cylon's hull before it breaks apart and he turns his sight to another target.

[Into the Wireless] Calanthia says, "Dolly, Medusa. Breaking to follow you on your target, over."
[Into the Wireless] Phin says, "Medusa, Dolly. Copy that. Let's bring 'er down."

Alejandro stays with Toast until Warren slings around to go after something. Hobo stays on target until he fires, lighting up the raider with a flash and a silent explosion. At once he's slinging around to get back on Toast's wing and turning his head around this way and that, both to see who took a shot at him, and to look where the second bandit got to that was firing on his wingmate. He's not much a talker when in combat, focused on doing his job and probably hoping this time he doesn't get his ass shot out of the sky - because out here, it's cold and black. Breath up, he speaks briefly into his radio.

[Into the Wireless] Bennett says, "Copy, Aphrodeen. Milkshake, I think you might have a fuel leak, if you can find any spare cycles to take a look at it."

[Into the Wireless] Holtz says, "Scrag one!" Holtz growls over the com. "Dolly, Storm. There's one on you. Stay with the Raptors, I'll handle it."

The moon is almost entirely helpless. Located deep within Cylon territory, it has little in the way of defenses — nothing in the way of defenses, honestly. When the Raptors swarm the orbiting rock, their bombs strike true. They slam into the surface of the rock, their flashes as bright as lightning against a black sky. Orange. Red. Yellow. Showers of sparks, then flames. One of the tylium pits catches, turning into the closest thing any of them have likely seen to Tartarus — Hades' infamous torture pit.

[Into the Wireless] Atalanta says, "Nice hit, Punchie!"
[Into the Wireless] Alejandro says, "Toast, Hobo. Got one! Targetting one on your six, over."

[Into the Wireless] Taylor says, "Storm, Wheels. Scratch one bandit. Looks like most of the ones on the Raptors are taken care of for now. Turning to cover Dolly with you."

[Into the Wireless] Phin says, "Storm, Dolly. Copy. I'll try and set you up with a nice attack angle. Butch, Medusa and I are gunning for your bandit. We got you covered."

[Into the Wireless] Bennett says, "Much appreciated, Dolly."

[Into the Wireless] Holtz says, "Sounds like a plan, Wheels. Dolly, Storm. You set 'im up, I'll knock 'im down. Just like old times, yeah?"

Jaine waits, fingers hovering as the Raptor pulls along the surface of the moon, adn then cycles the weapon release for the first batch of incindary explosives, smiling a little to herself as she says to her pilot, "Looks like we all hit, fires should be starting up any moment now."

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Raider4 attacks Agrippa with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Raider2 attacks Bennett with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Slider passes.
<COMBAT> Raider8 attacks Alejandro with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Raider6 attacks Phin with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Raider1 attacks Warren with KEW - Moderate wound to Cockpit.
<COMBAT> Ygraine passes.
<COMBAT> Warren attacks Raider8 with KEW - Serious wound to Body.
<COMBAT> Taylor attacks Raider6 with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Phin attacks Raider2 with KEW - Critical wound to Cockpit.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Raider2 - Moderate wound to Left Arm.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Raider2 - Light wound to Left Leg.
<COMBAT> Maia passes.
<COMBAT> Jaine passes.
<COMBAT> Holtz attacks Raider6 with KEW - Moderate wound to Cockpit.
<COMBAT> Calanthia attacks Raider2 with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Brandy passes.
<COMBAT> Bennett passes.
<COMBAT> Atalanta attacks Raider4 with KEW - Moderate wound to Weapon.
<COMBAT> Alejandro attacks Raider1 with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Agrippa attacks Raider4 with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Holtz has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Raider-7734w has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider8 has been KO'd!

<FS3> Ygraine rolls Gunnery: Good Success.
<FS3> Bennett rolls 3: Success.
<FS3> Jaine rolls Gunnery: Good Success.
<FS3> Atalanta rolls Gunnery: Good Success.

Phin banks around to blanket the front of the Raider targeting Bennett with gunfire. It pierces the cockpit but, somehow, the thing keeps flying. "Gods damn…" he mutters. Less frustrated, more surprised to see the thing still functioning. He pulls up and around for another pass at the thing, zipping back into sync with Calanthia.

"Fraking Hell!" Warren yells at himself as rounds lance through the glass of his cockpit. Even so he keeps his fire steady into the raider chasing Hobo. He hits a hard turn not sure if the one who just shot him is still alive for a moment and giving him time to check his instuments before thumbing his wireless.

Who is chasing whom? Hobo's zipping around to try and nail raider1 who is chasing Toast, and Toast is chasing raider8 who's chasing Hobo. It's one happy dog fighting donut! Aeljandro jigs his bird to try and not get his six heated up while lining up his own shots - and once fired, misses! He's quick enough though not to get hit himself. He stays tight on his bandit but slews his head around to try and spot Warren's viper.

[Into the Wireless] Alejandro says, "Toast, Hobo. You all right? Over."
[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Hobo, Toa-zzt. You're zzzzztt comin-zzzzzt -ound. Sta-zzzzzzzt."

"Frakker can take a beating!" Calanthia exclaims inside her cockpit. The double team wasn't quite as effective, as while Phin's destructive fire blankets the Raider, the burst Calanthia fires sails wide. "Gods damn it!" She continues to press the attack, however, not wanting this crippled thing to limp back home.

[Into the Wireless] Phin says, "Medusa, Dolly. Damn, that thing's still kicking. Coming around again. Let's see if we can put it away."

Holtz lines up the Raider on Phin's tail in his sights, and cuts loose. His KEWs rake the crescent-shaped fighter amidships, stitching a series of holes in its forward fuselage, but somehow the thing stays together, maneuvering erratically as it stays after Phin. Storm utters a sharp but quiet curse as he stays on target, matching the Raider's wild maneuvers as he presses for another shot.

[Into the Wireless] Holtz says, "Frak! Dolly, this bastard's still on you. Hold tight. Bring it in, Wheels, I want this frakker dead."

Bennett's raptor barrels along its attack vector with surprising grace, considering its heavy payload and the fact that it's being dogged by a very persistent raider. Its twin engines flare as St. Clair drags her bus into a portside chandelle, once again shaking the bogey off her tail while trying to line her ECO up for his next drop. Seconds later, an incandescent flash from below as another bomb is away— and seems like it might miss its target until a secondary explosion does the trick.

Agrippa is doing more dancing than aiming during his exchange with the Raider that is intent on nailing him as he flips his Viper around and sprays a burst of KEW fire back at his pursuiant. It was enough to throw off the Raider's aim despite missing himself and for the time being, both Viper and Raider continues to exchange fire.

Taylor growls as his shots skew wide of the Raider bearing down on Dolly. His clicks his transmit button as he rolls again and zeroes in.

Ygraine's chin tilts upwards as she hears the wireless chatter. For a moment, her hand hovers over the ECM controls. It's not the mission, but she's strongly tempted.

[Into the Wireless] Taylor says, "Storm, Wheels. Solid copy. I'll set him up."
[Into the Wireless] Holtz says, "Copy that."

[Into the Wireless] Alejandro says, "Toast, Hobo. Your com's breaking up. Over."

"Thank you, Milkshake. And very fine shooting." Brandy says, though she scans the area, counting the targets on the mini tactical quickly and holding the run pattern as the darkness lights up from fuel explosions. "Huh, no ground flak yet." she says, scanning all the buildings and keeping a safe pattern. Just a quick peek up on the lean to see how the capital ships are faring and what the basestar is up to.

Franklin's first shot at the bandit dogging Agrippa's tail missed, bringing a frustrated expression to her face. But circling around, she manages to sandiwch the bastard between herself and Agrippa. A blast of KEW comes roaring out of her Viper, cutting closer… and closer… and closer… bam! Right across his guns. There's a small blast; she must've struck a missile, dead-on.

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Zzzzzt Toast. Kilzzzzt this zzzzzzzzzt-er."
[Into the Wireless] Atalanta says, "Flight, Bushman. Circle back over last coordinates. Confirm targets destroyed."
[Into the Wireless] Alejandro says, "Toast, Hobo. Copied, fry his ass. Over."

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

Phin drops out of an evasive pattern to make a more straight-ahead attack run at the wounded Raider. Maybe he figures the one gunning for him is too occupied by Holtz and Taylor, that he can afford not to worry about it too much. Or he's just overly trusting of his own ability to dodge. It's been known to happen.

Flying over, Maia can almost feel the heat from the fires, though she knows it's just her imagination. If this was what Hades was like, she knew it was somewhere she didn't wanna go. Lining up for the bomb drop, Centerfold flies steady. "Now's as good a time as any for drop two." If her ECO was ready that is. Hearing over the coms about the others hit, she listens until they each check in, relieved at the reassurances.

Jaine holds her hand up for just a moment, "Almost.. almost.." And then she punches in the controls for the second release just before the nav marker, "Looks like another strike all across the board, "Seems like the Vipers are doing a good job drawing the attention away from us, and the basestar is retreating."

The basestar continues to bear down on the Colonial squadron. The fire from the cruisers continues to savage its armor, but their guns aren't as large as the ones on a dreadnought or a battlestar. They're clearly wounding the Cylon ship, but despite their efforts to coordinate their fire, a killing hammer blow against the basestar continues to elude them. The longer it takes, the more questionable the outcome of their duel becomes, as another heavy missile from one of the basestar's pylons blasts into the heavy cruiser's hull, and the clearly rattled voice of its skipper crackles over the comms.

“Flight, this is Kings' Bay Actual! We're getting hammered, I hope you're making headway out there!"

As if to make matters worse, a phalanx of the basestar's surviving Raiders manages to break through the flak barrier being put up by the frigates, concentrating their fire on one of the defense ship's turrets. The armor is strong enough to repel KEW fire from one or two ships, but not a half dozen, and the structure of the turret begins to crumple.

Ygraine suddenly barks a, "Frak!" and switches her suppression system on, typing in a series of coordinates to attempt to try and jam one of the enemy targetting signals.

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Raider2 attacks Bennett with KEW - Moderate wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Slider passes.
<COMBAT> Raider1 attacks Warren with KEW - Moderate wound to Tail (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Raider6 attacks Phin with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Raider4 attacks Agrippa with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Ygraine suppresses Raider6 with Ecm. > <successful>
<COMBAT> Warren attacks Raider1 with KEW - Light wound to Body.
<COMBAT> Taylor attacks Raider6 with KEW - Moderate wound to Body.
<COMBAT> Phin attacks Raider2 with KEW - Critical wound to Body.
<COMBAT> Maia passes.
<COMBAT> Jaine passes.
<COMBAT> Holtz attacks Raider6 with KEW - Critical wound to Body.
<COMBAT> Calanthia attacks Raider2 with KEW - Moderate wound to Left Wing.
<COMBAT> Brandy passes.
<COMBAT> Bennett passes.
<COMBAT> Atalanta attacks Raider4 with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Alejandro attacks Raider1 with KEW - Moderate wound to Body.
<COMBAT> Agrippa attacks Raider4 with KEW - Light wound to Body.
<COMBAT> Holtz has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Raider-2812a has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider1 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider2 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider-5821j has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider4 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider-0128q has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider6 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Viper-2970t has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Warren has been KO'd!

Warren's apparently had enough of being shot, turning hard and coming right down on his attacker. He pours out fire, scraping along the raider, before Alejandro finishes him off. The raider though had other designs, lancing though Warren's engines. Warning lights flick on everywhere in his cockpit, and he kills the alarm hitting his wireless as he does.

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "ZZzzZZzztt Bad zzzt engines zzzzzt. Zzzzzzt clear?"

Phin pours down more KEW fire on the (very) wounded Raider. Combined with Calanthia's shots, they manage to bring the thing down. It's not until Phin swerves around that he notices the Raider dogging him has also been very, very blasted. The movement affords him a nice view of the burning moon. He lets out a low whistle. "Damn…"

As the cluster of Raptors circles back around to confirm destruction of one of the access tunnels, several Centurions come streaming out of what appears to a small command outpost. Their arms raise, though not in surrender. They may be terrible as anti-aircraft weapons, but that doesn't mean that they aren't going to give it the old college try. Round after round comes pouring out of them; the frakking things are, effectively, walking machine gun nests. Most come nowhere near their targets and the ones that do bounce off of the Raptor's hulls like hail. Ping! Ping ping ping!

Bennett's tail just does not want to die. As she pulls her raptor out of its attack vector to perform the visual confirmation requested by the CAG, she's blindsided by KEW from the pursuing raider. There's a quick flash as one of her panels shorts, and an alarm warns her that fire suppression systems are offline. Seconds later, the raider comes apart under Dolly and Medusa's combined fire, shrapnel and centurion fire combining to batter the ascending bus.

Hobo slings around evading the wreckage of the second raider he made into scrap, with Toast's assistance. Alejandro slews back into formation and slows up to pace his winglead. He has a look at his instruments for signs of hostiles before he flips his coms again, a worried look upon his brow not just for his wingmate but also for King's Bay, "Shit."

[Into the Wireless] Alejandro says, "Toast, Hobo. You don't look or sound good, over."

[Into the Wireless] Bennett says, "Bushman, Butch. Request permission to lend suppression support to King's Bay and our vipers, and assess the necessity for a second strafing run once the cruisers are secured."

In order to evade the suddenly-slagged ball of Raider, Calanthia throws her Viper into a sharp, horozontally-level climb, letting the craft jump up and over the fiery mess. It takes a second to pick out her wingman on DRADIS, lost in all the sudden maneuvers to dodge and shoot, but she regroups ASAP to ready for a run at the new arrivals.

[Into the Wireless] Calanthia says, "Dolly, Medusa. What do you say we go clean those suckers off King's Bay's back?"

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Zzzzzzt-bo. St-zzzzzt Zzzzz-er. In zzzzzzzzt way. Zzzzzzzt."

Luckily for the stricken cruisers, they're about to get a little bit of the pressure taken off. Four of the remaining Raiders angle off from their assault on the Colonial ships to streak off in the direction of the assault flight. The basestar, meanwhile, continues to close on the Colonials, its earlier hesitation forgotten even despite the loss of most of its Raider wing. More missiles streak in, boils of flame bursting on the hulls of the cruisers as several more strike home.

The baseship is getting as much as it's giving, though. A flash of light erupts on its central hull as a coordinated salvo from both cruisers strikes home and does severe damage, a cloud of air and glittering debris spewing forth from the breached hull. Again the basestar moves to rotate the damaged portion of its hull out of the line of fire, but there's not much left on the basestar's main hull that hasn't been hit by something.

[Into the Wireless] Atalanta says, "Flight, Teatime. We've got four more, inbound. Toast, do you need escort out?"
[Into the Wireless] Agrippa says, "Teatime, Punchie, watch yourself, one of the toasters are angling in on you. Engaging."

Brandy has no miniguns for the Chromes, doesn't stop her from squeezing the stick with her trigger finger out of habit when they start filing out. "Are we clear, boss? Cause we have incoming." Brandy calls out to Ygraine and gets ready to up angle.

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "ZZzzzt Toast. Zzzzzzz-ive."

Ygrainelets out a little laugh at being called 'boss', man, wasn't she doing that to Butch not so long ago. "We're clear. They're throwing pingpong balls at us so we can focus on helping the birds. Do your thing, Ensign."

As the Raider under his gunsight explodes, he whips his head around, looking for more targets. He swears as he spots another flight inbound, and one even training on his wing leader. His swings his Viper as he thumbs the transmit button.

[Into the Wireless] Taylor says, "Storm, Wheels. Another flight coming in, one on you. I'm on it."

[Into the Wireless] Atalanta says, "Butch, Bushman. Confirmed. We'll hit the command center once the cruisers are—-"

…It wasn't a bullet that struck Ironhide's Raptor, though. Not a chance. It's hard to say what hit it, exactly. Or rather, who. There's a mess of KEW, and missiles, and incendiary rounds, and flak flying through the air. The safe bet would be Raider that crept up onto its tail as they circled back to check the access shaft. The Raptor goes careening wildly, and it only takes a second to see why — a hole has been blown straight through its hull, which is now venting into space. (Thank the gods for flightsuits, yeah?)

[Into the Wireless] Holtz says, "Shit. I see 'im, Wheels. Let's show him the error of his ways, yeah?"

The light peppering of autocannons from Agrippa appears to be enough to shatter the stricken Raider's hull integrity enough to disable it, clearing the first wave of hostiles off of them. When a new quartet joins in though, Punchdrunk quickly banks towards the toaster that is bearing down on his wingman, focusing on a good angle and firing off a lethal burst of KEW fire.

[Into the Wireless] Bennett says, "Bushman, Ironhide, sing out, sing out. Do you require pickup?"

Hearing the King's Bay transmission, Maia alternates her course. "Let's go help em out all we can." Once more that feeling of not being able to help surrounds her and as they fly nearer, she watches the Vipers in flight.

Alejandro's hands are a bit sweaty on his stick. Don't think about getting shot up out here. "Come on, baby. Luck's changing, right? Watch Toast, he's where I've been too many damn times." Do what he might, Hobo glances around at his five o'clock when he hears Toast's snippet over the coms. Raider incoming. The Viper jinks around to try and get a good angle of attack himself but this time Alejandro's going to try and lure that son of a can opener to stay on his butt and not Warren's.

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

Jaine switches to the ECM systems on her console, quickly preparing a jamming algorythm on one of the Raiders inbound towards the Vipers, "ECM standing by Centerfold, ready… and broadcasting. Hope it helps."

Warren answers Atia on wireless though how much is actually recieved by the flight he doesn't know. Either way he's spotted the raider coming in hard on his wingmate and he turns his bird just in time to see the command raptor explode. "Fraking hell…" he manages out quietly to himself before focusing back on his wingmates bogie.

Phin hears the calls out for the CAG, but he can't afford to focus on them just now. He keeps his eyes on the Raider, and the King's Bay as it continues to be assaulted.

<COMBAT> Raider9 attacks Holtz with KEW - Critical wound to Cockpit.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Holtz - Moderate wound to Left Foot.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Holtz - Critical wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Raider10 attacks Alejandro with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Raider12 attacks Atalanta with KEW - ARMOR on Tail stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Raider11 attacks Phin with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Ygraine suppresses Raider12 with Ecm. > <successful>
<COMBAT> Warren attacks Raider10 with KEW - Light wound to Weapon.
<COMBAT> Taylor attacks Raider9 with KEW - Light wound to Body.
<COMBAT> Phin attacks Raider11 with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Maia passes.
<COMBAT> Jaine suppresses Raider11 with Ecm. > <successful>
<COMBAT> Holtz attacks Raider9 with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Calanthia attacks Raider10 with KEW - Moderate wound to Left Wing.
<COMBAT> Brandy passes.
<COMBAT> Bennett passes.
<COMBAT> Atalanta attacks Raider12 with KEW - Serious wound to Weapon.
<COMBAT> Alejandro attacks Raider10 with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Agrippa attacks Raider12 with KEW - Critical wound to Cockpit.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Raider12 - Moderate wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Raider12 - Light wound to Right Arm.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Raider12 - Serious wound to Left Foot.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Raider12 - Critical wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Holtz has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Viper-2810v has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Holtz has been KO'd!

For several long seconds, there is complete and utter silence from the CAG's Raptor. There are no voices, no signs of life — just the airframe spinning out of control. It's losing altitude quickly, crashing towards the surface when… no. No, wait!

[Into the Wireless] Atalanta says, "Zzzzzzman. Ironzzzzt. Losi—-zzzzzzt."

Maneuvering is hard when you've got a damaged cockpit, hull, engines, and is he trying for the wings too? It seems that way almost as Warren bears down on the raptor going after his wingmate, letting out a burst of kew lancing over its guns before Medusa pours rounds into its wing to take it out. Of course thats not the worst of things in the end, the CAG spinning off, and Holtz getting blasted hard as well and he's certainly scanning the black seeing whats left, who's left.

[Into the Wireless] Bennett says, "Bushman, Ironhide, eject! I repeat, eject! We will alter course for a pickup as soon as we are able. Raptors, Storm looks like he's dead in the water, please cover him while I try to locate raptor five five niner eight."
[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "ZZZZZzzt Toazzzzt. Youzzzzzzzt zzzzzt. Zzzzzzzzzzzzz-ft. Stozzzzzzzt, stazzzzzzt"
[Into the Wireless] Ygraine says, "Butch, Milkshake. Copy that. Storm, sing out."

There's a cold scowl on Holtz's face as he bears down on the Raider that's likewise zooming towards him. He leans on the firing stud, but the Raider suddenly throws itself aside and opens fire… and unlike the Cylon, he doesn't react quickly enough. The shots tear through his cockpit, and he gasps sharply as a round tears through his chest, loose shrapnel cutting through his boot and nicking his foot. His face pale, he clasps a hand to his chest as blood seeps down the front of his flight suit as his damaged Viper suddenly tumbles out of control, engines flickering.

Taylor growls, a deep, scratching sound and slams his fist on his control panel as he watches tracer fire stitch along the side of Storm's Viper. Slamming the throttle back, he slides his Viper end over and lets loose on the retreating Raider.

[Into the Wireless] Maia says, "Butch, Centerfold. Copy.. - but as soon as she hears 'Shake she backs off the com so Storm can respond."
[Into the Wireless] Alejandro says, "Toast, Hobo. Repeat transmission. Something about Storm? Over."

Bennett drags her bus out of formation with her afterburners firewalled, fingers flying over controls as she tries to pinpoint the coordinates of the rapidly falling raptor. Or what's left of it. "Keep our countermeasures pod trained on those raiders," she tells her backseater over her shoulder quickly while she stickhandles the bird with none of the grace of the 777's vipers.

[Into the Wireless] Holtz doesn't reply immediately. For a long minute, the only sound emanating from his com is a heavy, erratic gasping for breath. Finally, he manages a strained, "Flight, Storm… hit… bastard hit… ehhhh…"

Frak! Shit just got real. Maia alters her course just slightly keeping a lookout for the damaged Vipers holding the CAG and Storm. "Keep suppressing until we get word from either or in case we need to pickup."

Phin turns his Viper abruptly when he sees Holtz's ship tumbling. His fire switching to the Raider that'd been after their squadron commander. He lets out some mixture of a curse and a prayer that, at least, he keeps off the com line.

Into the Wireless] Atalanta the woman's voice is several notes higher than it ought to be. It's no wonder why, with Bushman, Ironhide, and Storm down. "Storm, Teatime. Eject! Eject now!"

Alejandro didn't see who was on Holtz and can't track what's going on over there. He's been a little busy trying to keep his wingmate alive. He begins to target on the nearest bandit but changes course as he sees Toast trying to cut over and intercept. Hobo pushes his stick over to twist and dive his Viper to follow, tracking his winglead and sticking with him.

Jaine grits her teeth as she watches the raptor go towards the planet on her DRADIS, reaiming the jamming equipment on the Raptor's hull with pacticed taps of her fingers over her controls, "Affirmated Centerfold. Looks like we've a viper spinning out of control too, hopefully the pilot is ok and can eject."

Leading the shot accurately, Agrippa's burst of autocannon fire slams home into the cockpit section of the Raider that was chasing his wingman, punching fully through the red visor, shattering it to bits. With the imminent threat to Atlanta neutralized, Punchdrunk breaks his Viper to the right and begins to scan for more targets when he hears the burst of comm chatter that isn't normal, multiple friendlies down it sounds like. "Shit… shit… shit…" The best he could do right now is to finish off the remaining Raiders to buy their Raptors time to retrieve friendlies.

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Zzzzt Toast. Zzztttt Frazzzzzt zZzzzts."

[Into the Wireless] Agrippa says, "Teatime, Punchie, your tail is clear, engaging more Raiders."

[Into the Wireless] Atalanta |Bushman says, "Butch, Buzzzzzt. Negative. Negative. Zzzzzzzt-zzzzztttt—- you copy?

Brandy locks on the target, and hits the jets to launch the raptor towards the pick-up. "Aye, in rout." She says stracking the ship and giving little worry to the Raiders, not much one can do about them anyway. The little tail shake as she pulls high and the tracks down to work with the moons gravity rather than against it and follows straight with Storm's Viper.

Holtz is spitting blood, his heart pounding and his breathing labored, but he's still conscious. And the control systems of his Viper themselves haven't been damaged. His quivering hands return to the controls as he shakily regains control of his battered craft. He utters a pained noise as he presses on the thruster pedal with his injured foot as he reverses course to go back after the Raider that's apparently left him for dead.

[Into the Wireless] Bennett says, "Bushman, Butch. Negative, I did not receive your last, please repeat. I am triangulating your coordinates now. Standby for pickup."

[Into the Wireless] Alejandro says, "Toast, Hobo. Your radio's fried. Nothing coming through. I'm right behind you, over."

[Into the Wireless] Holtz's voice is a little stronger when he again speaks into the com, but it's clearly taking a titanic effort to steady himself. "Flight, Storm… Clear off… I'm > <crackle> not finished > <crackle> bastard yet…"

Phin shakes his head when he hears Holtz not ejecting over the comm. He can't help but grin, though. If nothing else it's a sign the guy is alive. And it's not exactly surprising.

"What - idiot — no!" Ygraine' curses through gritted teeth. "Keep out of his strafe path, but once he ejects, prep for door opening. Make sure your flight suit and helmet are secure when we lose cabin atmo."

Calanthia moves from one Raider to the next, letting all the SAR calls go out over the coms and doing her part to keep the Cylons off both the cruisers and the Raptors forming up.

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Slider suppresses Raider11 with Ecm. > <successful>
<COMBAT> Raider9 attacks Agrippa with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Raider11 attacks Phin with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Ygraine suppresses Raider9 with Ecm. > <successful>
<COMBAT> Warren attacks Raider9 with KEW - Light wound to Left Wing.
<COMBAT> Taylor attacks Raider9 with KEW - Light wound to Left Wing.
<COMBAT> Phin attacks Raider9 with KEW - Light wound to Right Wing.
<COMBAT> Maia passes.
<COMBAT> Jaine suppresses Raider9 with Ecm. > <successful>
<COMBAT> Holtz attacks Raider9 with KEW - Light wound to Right Wing.
<COMBAT> Calanthia attacks Raider11 with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Brandy passes.
<COMBAT> Bennett passes.
<COMBAT> Atalanta attacks Raider9 with KEW - Moderate wound to Right Wing.
<COMBAT> Alejandro attacks Raider9 with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Agrippa attacks Raider11 with KEW - Critical wound to Cockpit.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Raider11 - Light wound to Right Foot.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Raider11 - Light wound to Right Leg.
<COMBAT> Holtz has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Raider11 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider-2210i has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider9 has been KO'd!

The crippled Raptor is turning slowly around, with about all the grace of a drunken mammoth. It's systems are clearly shot, as flashes visible through the breach in its side are firing off with greater and greater frequency. All traces of Hallick's voice are gone from the wireless. Is she dead? Is Straton trying to pilot the damn thing himself? With his message so badly garbled, it's obvious that he, at least, is still alive — but it isn't at all obvious what he's doing. The ship seems to be lurching away from the moon, away from the hairball that's formed over its surface. In fits and starts, it jerks towards the cruisers, but they'll have to navigate a mess of heavy fire if they're going to make an emergency landing. Eject! Why don't they just ej—- ohhh! Ohhh, gods! Is the man going to pull a Mad Dog?!?

[Into the Wireless] Agrippa says, "Dolly, Punchie. Your six is clear."

Warren is at least, despite the damage still pouring out fire and on target. Its not the best but he's still in the fight, though the mechanics are going to hate him. Even more so after being told he's not being heard even if he's hearing the others, and that Holtz is alive but being more stubborn than Warren at the moment, as far as staying in the fight, he slams his hand against the instument pannel which is still blinking all those wonderful warnings at him.

"Frak's sake," Bennett hisses under her breath, thumb mercifully off the wireless when she speaks the epithet. Yanking back on the flight yoke, she effectively abandons her pursuit of the heavily damaged raptor, gaze turned away from the slowly lumbering bus like she's afraid to watch the outcome of this.

Following the Raider that is on Phin's tail, Agrippa leads his own chaser around as well, knowing that quite a few guns are pointed in its direction. This gives him more confidence in his own shot and it was a win-win, both Raiders painted, both Raiders missed. Punchdrunk's autocannons rip through from the back of the Raider right through the middle, bursting out of the front where the red visor is, shattering the toaster and breaking it apart in a nice little explosion.

[Into the Wireless] Phin says, "Punchie, Dolly. Thanks, dude. Storm, you've got a Raptor standing by in case you need to eject." You know. Just in case. If you want. Nudge, nudge. He can't keep going in that vein, though, once he sees the CAG's Raptor and its course. He forgets to take his finger off the comm button before breathing, "Frak…""

[Into the Wireless] Bennett says, "King's Bay, this is Butch. You have one friendly coming in hot. I repeat, you have a deadstick raptor coming in."

[Into the Wireless] Ygraine says, "Storm, Milkshake. Raiders are finished and we're closing in on you. The DCAG gave you an order. Eject and we'll do a barn swallow."

[Into the Wireless] Atalanta |Bushman says, his voice not just cutting in and out, but fading in and out. "Bu—zzzzt. Negative. Negative! Zzzzt we're going to…. zzzzt… jam it up…. zzzzztt-zzzztt. my zzzzt… tell her…. zzzzt.

With too many in trouble yet none of them ejecting, Maia can only fly closer and wait and watch while the others try and talk them into ejecting. Only now and then does she look towards the DRADIS, but everything mentioned on the coms, she takes note of. When she catches sight of the CAG and his bird a chill races down her spine and she has her own suspicions, but they remain unvoiced. Hearing the epithet from Dolly only serves to cement what she is afraid of. Frak.

Taylor just glares at the debris of the last Raider as he circles back and begins and orbit aroud Storm's Viper, being sure to give plenty of space for rescue opeations. But no one's coming towards that bird again. He keeps his eyes sweeping the area, fire burning in them.

Phin pulls clear of the exploding wreckage the DCAG makes of the Raider they were targeting, watching the course of Bushman's Raptor, unable to look at anything else.

Jaine busies herself with switching jamming frequencies to make it harder for the Raiders to dig her out of their systems. There's a brief 'hooah!' from Mouse as the last DRADIS contct dies in a small spark of light in the black, "Centerfold, I'm reading all clear of Raider contacts near the Viper squadron."

Brandy scowls faintly as she reaches the gravity balance and noses down to track on the Vipers and be ready to scoop them up. A press to the suit indicator to confirm it is vacuum secure. Then she hits the side thrusters and begins a lazy spiral decent on the Viper, "In position, ready for recovery."

Amazingly, the gravely wounded Holtz actually manages to get a piece of the Raider that dies under the fire of no less than half a dozen Vipers. His head is swimming the whole time, though, and he shudders with a pained grimace as he looks down to see the blood that's still streaming down his flightsuit. A mist of tiny red droplets stains the viewplate of his helmet as he coughs again, directing a dull look at the Kings' Bay… its tiny hangar deck in particular.

If it was a battlestar, he'd risk it. Plenty of room to maneuver. But a heavy cruiser? Trying to land in his condition would be suicide. His breathing ragged, he reaches weakly for the ejection handle. Whoever's picking him up better act fast, though… his flightsuit isn't going to hold much air for long, given the gaping hole in the chest.

Meanwhile, the basestar is still hanging in space, stubbornly lobbing missles at the beleaguered Colonial battlegroup. It's taken some heavy hits of its own, though… most notably the gaping hole near the central axis in what used to be one of its Raider storage bays. A hole that even now Phoenix's tattered Raptor is streaking desperately towards.

And there the last two bandits are blown to bits, scattered into the black. Alejandro double checks Warren is still fly'n and as he comes around checking his instruments and listening to the coms chatter. He's trying to catch up on what's happening. Hobo scrutinizes the expanse Toast was heading for, trying to see if Storm ejected or not? Too hard to pick out details but there's Raptors inbound. He turns his head this way and that, keeps checking his instruments for new bogies.

"Ya done a barn swallow before, Ensign?" Ygraine says, once she's affirmed her own suit is good. "Ya gotta have good aim. I open the door, and you maneuver so he's through the opening. Soon as I got him, ya hit the button t'close th'doors. Sounds like he's gonna need medical attention right away. Ya got it? Ya ready?" She doesn't wait for an answer; once she secures her tether she hits the button so the doors will open. "C'mon, c'mon, stupid stubborn old dog…" she's muttering under her breath.

Phin regains enough of his sense to take up a guarding pattern around Brandy's Raptor as Storm ejects. Circling wide enough not to interfere with the pick-up.

Once again, Calanthia forms up with Phin, taking up the slowly circling pattern as the rescue takes place.

"I know what you mean, Milkshake… Let's leave it at that and you can ask me if I have done one after we are finished." Brandy says focusing on keeping the Raptor at range for the scoop. Everything played out over and over as she waits. Her hand slipping to the airlock button as she rotates the Raptor.

Holtz's world is slowly going dark as the pain threatens to overwhelm him, but he's a tough old dog. With the last of his wavering strength, he maneuvers his Viper into position, and with a shuddering breath, yanks on the ejection handle. The explosive bolts fire, blasting off the canopy and hurling Holtz's now-insensate body towards Brandy and Ygraine's Raptor.

Bennett simply maintains a holding pattern while she waits for orders to RTB. Bushman's raptor and the basestar are barely visible through her windscreen, but she still cannot seem to watch. Better to keep an eye on the barn swallow Ygraine and Brandy are about to attempt, though her gaze drifts to DRADIS every so often.

Jaine keeps a constant vigile over the DRADIS information while her hands keep the ECM systems running and hot, ready to blast the wireless information of any Raider's weapon systems should it come too close to the rescue op, "Eyes on the black Centerfold, one might be hiding amongst the wreckage just waiting."

Warren looks about for other raiders, he starts to turn towards the King's Bay. He can't help pick up Holtz, and if he tried he'd likely end up needing a ride himself. Ofcourse as he catches sight of what the CAG is doing and his eyes go wide, "Frak…is he…frak." All he can do is watch, Holtz is fraked, and the CAG is doing his best Bad Dog impersonation. This is just what everyone needed going right into bombing Avery Hall…

The only pilot Ygraine's paying attention to right now is the one coming toward her, and the only thing she hears is the sound of her own breathing. "One…two…" and then, her arms are out, and they're full of stubborn Tauran, and she's skidding back to bang against the other side of the raptor with an UNFF. "Hit the door!"

Instead of maneuvering to head back to the cruiser, Agrippa is still flying im the area in search of any surprises like Raiders jumping in, he won't be heading back to the mini-barn, at least not until his squadron leader is recovered safely. His attention, at least for now, is on both the ejected Holtz and the CAG's Raptor.

All Maia can do us wait and like Bennett she maintains her position but her gaze drifts to the CAG and his bird with a shiver of trepidation. Hearing her ECO speaking to her, she drags her eyes from the canopy to look back briefly. "I wouldn't put it past the frakkers." Her gaze is drawn back to Phoenix and… she can do nothing but watch.

[Into the Wireless] Atalanta says, "Lords of Kobol." A breath, a gasp. She understands. "Lords of Kobol be with you, sir.""

The Raptor — by pure luck, or by the grace of the gods — somehow manages to stutter its way through all of the fire coming from the capital ships. It shudders once, struck again, threatening to split in half before it reaches its ultimate objective. A swerve to the left, a sharp one… it drifts for a few seconds, before correcting its course. Back onto its path, headed straight for the basestar. But with its already makeshift pilot badly wounded, bleeded out, it misses its mark. It doesn't quite crash into the central axis, into the gaping wound that's been made by the combined force of the King's Bay and the Cygnes. Instead, it scraaaaaaaaapes along one of its arms, leaving a gruesome gash in the side — the visual equivalent of nails on a chalkboard. Finally, finally, the CAG reaches his mark. The Raptor slams in the hole in the center of the basestar, swallowed up first by its body, and then by the ensuing explosion that begins from within.

"So say we frakking all…" Phin mutters bitterly following Atalanta's comm invocation to the Lords. At least he keeps that off-radio. Wide blue eyes can't look away from the basestar as it explodes.

Alejandro does'nt know the CAG or anybody out here, really. Barely a few names, blur of faces hardly met. He keeps an eye out for unfriendsly and sticks close by Warren, also keeping out of the way of the pickup. His dark eyes go to watching the raptor inpact the basestar, "Right up her ass. Good job."

Bennett, on the other hand, has worked with Straton a good deal more than most, in all likelihood. She does not seem in awe of his heroics, no. She seems furious— if anyone but her backseater had any inkling as to her mood right now. She is all of professionalism, however, when she speaks over the radio next.

In the distance a sacrifiice happens, but Brandy is not even focused on anything but being at the right angle at the right rtime. She doesn't look back, but when she hears the words against the rushing winds inside her Raptor, she slams the button to force the doors closed. Then eyes foward as she drops the yail os the Raptor and pulls the stick back to lift up. "All clear." She calls out in the cabin, and thrusts the engins to ease the ship back into a climb.

When it happens, and Maia had suspected it would, but when it does, Maia's hand tightens over her controls and she can only stare at the Raptor as it skids and slides. When it finally slams into the gaping hole, she visibly flinches, hearing the call over the com she whispers, "So say we all.." Blue eyes reflect the fire as it explodes. Releasing one hand, she doubles it into a fist and slams it into an empty metal plate. Surely that wasn't the only way to destroy a basestar…

"By the gods…" is all Warren manages out as he watches it play out infront of him. He cuts the throttle, kills most of his speed and just drifts watching it play out. As the explosions start he manages out a quiet 'so say we all', not that anyone could hear him but none the less quiet. He turns away looking over towards the raptor picking up Holtz, waiting for them to get back before he moves further to land. Squadron leaders got priority, and doesn't want to screw the landing and jepordize him getting back in time.

[Into the Wireless] Brandy says, "Storm recovered, need medical, quick."

[Into the Wireless] Bennett says, "Raptors, Butch. I confirm that all ground target objectives have been accomplished. Once we have Storm, please spool FTLs to jump on Flight Lead's mark."

Jaine watches the CAG's Raptor crawls across the DRADIS, "My Gods.. he's really.. well.. he went down with his ship, that's what really matters, and took that big frakkin' thing with him." As the orders from Butch come over the coms Jaine shakes her head and replaces her quiet cool demeanor, forcing the shake out of her hands after she types in the FTL commands wrong once, the second time they go in correctly and she links up the navigation with the rest of the squadron for a precision jump.

Almost as if it doesn't realize it's been mortally wounded, the basestar continues its slow hurtle towards the Colonial battlegroup. Between the cruisers' fire and Phoenix's death ride, though, it's had more than enough. It staggers to one side as a massive explosion tears through its damaged central axis, a line of secondary explosions tearing through its pylons as its remaining ordnance cooks off. Finally, in a flash of white-hot light, the Cylon capital ship is torn apart, a cloud of flaming debris slowly drifting outward.

The nearby Cylon cargo ship had been using the basestar for cover — a decision that now appears to have been in error, as a piece of spinning basestar debris tears through its hull, the momentum from the impact sending it tumbling in a death spiral towards the surface of the nearby moon.

On the Raptor, Holtz's body tumbles to the deck, the front of his flightsuit covered in cold blood. His eyes are closed and he's motionless, having slipped out of consciousness only moments after ejecting from his ship. An examination will reveal he's still got a steady, albeit weak, pulse; so long as he gets to the doctors on Kings' Bay as soon as they land, he'll likely survive.

[Into the Wireless] Jaine says, "Mouse and Centerfold spooling up and awaiting orders."

Ygraine rolls the large man off her carefully, and scoots over to her console. "Spooling up. Ready to go on mark." She looks over at Aphrodeen. "Good job." she says, as she holds her hand over the key to trigger the jump with visible tension.

[Into the Wireless] Atalanta says, "Flight, Teatime." There's a thick gulp, though it probably sounds like interference on the radio. "All Vipers, RTB. Repeat, all Vipers, RTB.""

Agrippa can only watch in silence, unable to tear his gaze away from the final plunge that the CAG's Raptor takes. It is the least he could do for the CAG who is about to make the ultimate sacrifice for this task force that took a stab deep into Cylon territory. The ending was glorious, not only was the Basestar destroyed, but the little robotic pup that was attached to the robotic teat. Only when the explosion clears does Punchdrunk turn his attention back to the situationat hand, hearing the RTB order.

Phin tears his eyes away from the wreckage of the basestar. And the CAG's Raptor somewhere within it. He swallows hard and sets in a course back to the King's Bay.

RTB ordered Warren lights up his engines again heading towards the King's Bay. Keeping himself lined up before he works in for the landing letting out a heavy sigh as he feels and hears the magnetic seals lock on to the deck.

[Into the Wireless] Bennett says, "Aphrodeen, please return to King's Bay with the vipers and inform CIC that you will require medical."

"Now, I have done a catch. Good job, LT." Brandy says and looks over to the ECO, "I think we should dock with King's Bay, drop him off with the doctor's. If they cannot spare the room to keep us we can clear out and rejoin the raptors for the jumps." About the times she says that the top echos it and she keys up her mic.

Awaiting the order while her ECO spools, Maia closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, preparing to return home. They'd lost another CAG. How many since she'd come aboard Orion? Opening her eyes, she gulps in another breath before releasing it. "Let's go home."

[Into the Wireless] Brandy says, "Aphrodeen copy. In route to King's Bay. — Incoming Raptor to King's Bay actual, are you tracking. We need emergency medical recovery and landing access on the flight deck. In route."

[Into the Wireless] Atalanta |"Actual to Aphordeen. We copy. Medical is on their way."

Mission accomplished, Bennett finally turns to look back at the drifting wreckage of the basestar. She touches two fingers to the glass of her windscreen, murmurs something softly, and once they are given the go ahead, nods to Slider to trigger the FTL jump.

Once they've jumped, Ygraine is popping off her helmet and tossing it to the side so she can keep pressure on that chest wound, or at least, where she thinks the chest wound is coming from. "Good plan." she agrees, peering down at Holtz. "Stupid frakkin' old bastard." she mutters under her breath, and keeps an eye on him until medical can get their hands in.

Jaine sends the FTL coordinates into the nav computer as Bennett's Raptor jumps out, "A cold shower and some hot food sounds real good about now." She comments back to Maia as their Raptor jumps out of the system and spits out a hundred kilometeres or so oof the starboard side of Bennett's Rapotor in the next system, spooling up and plotting out the next jump back towards the Orion.

Unless otherwise stated, the content of this page is licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 License