AWD #264: Picon Invasion - Vipers
Picon Invasion - Vipers
Summary: While the Marines hit the ground, the Vipers play distraction in the air over Picon…
Date: 27/9/2013 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: Picon Invasion - Marines and Raptors
Meridianst Agrippa Atalanta Holtz Maddox Phin Taylor Warren 
Air over Picon
Burning debris entering orbit from the basestars.
AWD #264

Space over Picon is changed forever the moment the Baker's Bay and Orion exit FTL and their engines spin down. Four basestars perch precariously over Picon, not quite expecting the sudden arrival of the Colonial force, it gives the Baker's Bay a split second to target the nearest basestar and let lose a thunderous volley, two heavy shots from it's guns and the thing goes up in a short lived explosion. The oxygen within burning up quickly and brillantly in the vacumn that is space. As the first of four basestars is torn apart, not even a chance of releasing it's Raiders, the Colonial Forces spill free of the large transports as the next few volleys are exchanged.

Vipers, Raptors and Predators rush down towards the atmosphere in an attempt to bring the ground forces some measure of aid and cover. The vipers break away with their contingent of Raptors while another section of Raptors and Predators break off to take the marines down, breaking atmo first as the Lucky Strikes create a shield to the incoming Raiders from the remaining basestars. Debris begins to pepper the atmo of Picon as the destroyed basestar falls apart, little pinpricks of flaring fire as the gravity of the planet pulls inward all that comes close enough.

Phin is thrown into the Cylon-filled space above Picon along with the rest of the VF-777. For a beat he watches the Raptors and Predators descending to the surface. But he doesn't have much time to dwell on them. The Raiders, the basestar debris, and forming up with Warren occupy all of his attention.

Maddox runs the last pre-flight checks on his Viper, right on the tube. He looks to his right and does a thumbs-up sign to the launch officer that is also doing his own checkouts on his side. After everything is done, the Viper pushes forward at great speeds, and Maddox watches how blurry everything becomes, as the bird moves forward. He takes a deep breath now and gets thrown into space right above Picon…and what a welcoming sight that one, one Basestar already going down. He shifts a little and turns his Viper, moving to form up with Agrippa.

3. 2. 1! The rush of the launch tube gives way to the peace of the black for just a moment as the catapult launches Warrens viper. That calm peace of the black doesn't last long as he's checking his DRADIS, and watching the basestar break up and begin to pepper the atmostphere. He looks over his shoulder a moment as he moves into formation, slicing towards the planet's atmosphere. As they get closer he checks DRADIS again, eyes out there, watching for those fraking half-mooned toasters who will sure to be coming in hot.

This is the big one, or at least the start of the big one and Agrippa knows it. He had squared away whatever personal issues back on the Orion, said what he needed to say to whoever he needed to speak with. Now, his focus is fully on Picon and the Cylons that have parked themselves uninvited around it. As his Viper is thrown out into space by the Battlestar's catapult, he quickly orients himself as to where he is and where the hostiles are, easily done as the first Basestar goes up in flames.

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Dolly, Toast. On my five and keep your eyes peeled. We're going to be in the shit faster than you can say copy that."

[Into the Wireless] Phin says, "Toast, Dolly. Five by five on your five. Let's kill some shit."

Taylor is thrown into the back of his chair as his Viper accelerates through the launch tube, ejecting him into the chaos of the space above Picon. Twisting his stick and pushing it forward, he dives from the belly of the Orion, heading in the general direction of the atmosphere as his head swivels around, looking for his wingman.

[Into the Wireless] Maddox says, "Punchdrunk, Crash. Alright, forming up. Let's see what we can do here, get some Raiders to play with."

[Into the Wireless] Agrippa says, "Crash, Punchie. Copy that, I believe we are entering a target rich environment. Let's show these uninvited guests the door. Permanently."

After a final systems check showing everything green, Holtz nods to the launch officer in his tube. He grunts as the g-forces press him back into his seat, the catapults hurling his Viper down the launch tube and flinging him into open space. His Viper angles in the direction of the planet below as he settles his craft into formation with the rest of the battlestar's fighter compliment. His breathing is slow, and level, but the adrenaline is already starting to flow. The man's outward calm is deceptive; there's murder in his eyes as he stares at the distant outlines of basestars circling the planet.

She waits, impatient, drumming her thumbs against her console. Franklin's always impatient, when she waits for the signal from her attending LO. It's partly nerves, but mostly, it's a side of her that no one ever sees outside the cockpit — the part of her that chomps at the bit to get out into the black, and into swarms of the enemy. Green eyes flick briefly to the figure of Artemis that rests on her dash. Two fingers touch to her lips, or where they would be through her helmet, before pressing them to the statue, one last silent request for the attentions of the Lady above. It's enough — enough time for her to be cleared, for the signal to be given. There's not even a half-second of hesitation. She comes barreling out of the tubes at full speed, grinding her teeth together from the force of it.

Toast checks his DRADIS again, between scans ahead. Ah theres Franklins viper. Everyone's launched, in the black, and rocketing towards the shit storm thats just getting started. His hand tightens around the stick, anticipating that 'wonderful' feeling of atmo fighting everything he does. He glances over his shoulder again catching a glimpse of Phin before looking back to the front, and then his DRADIS watching the distance count down.

Phin checks his instruments, to get a sense of how his flight is lining up, as he sweeps along on Warren's five. His eyes track the Viper Captain rather than the Raiders just now. It's hardly the first time they've fought together, but they aren't paired up so frequently that he doesn't have to try and get a sense of how the man handles as a lead. For his part, he falls easily into the wingman role, trying to match Toast's patterns as he keeps an eye on his six.

[Into the Wireless] Atalanta says, "Flight, Teatime. Alright, gentlemen. It's your lucky day. We're going to be running this as a remote escort, my personal present to all of you. *Your* job is to establish control over the area where the Raptors are working so that they can do *their* jobs. Stay close to your wingman and if you get tagged, sing out. This is no time to be playing the stoic soldier. Punchdrunk, form up on my five. We'll see how many of these abominations I can line up in your sights."

[Into the Wireless] Holtz says, "Teatime, Storm copies. Wheels, Crash, you're on me."

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Dolly, Toast. Watch your spacing, once we hit atmo maneuvering isn't going to be as quick as it is out here. Teatime, Toast. Copy that."

[Into the Wireless] Phin says, "Toast, Dolly. I gotcha. I like atmo flight. Gives you some gravity to ride. Don't worry. I won't scratch your paint."

Maddox takes a quick look around for visual confirmation of what the DRADIS is showing him. He checks for Holtz's Viper and nods to himself, turning and pushing the thrusters so he can form up with Storm. Now, his focus goes out there again, at the mix of debris scattered around. "Could be worse" mutters the man to himself but gets ready to pull that trigger, to get those Raiders out of the picture so others can do their thing.

[Into the Wireless] Maddox says, "Storm, Crash. Copy that, forming up."

[Into the Wireless] Agrippa says, "Teatime, Punchie. Copy, coming in at your five."

Taylor clicks his transmitter once in acknowledgement as his eyes finally find Holtz's Viper, and he swivels the nose of his bird around to form up on the squadron leader's. He weaves around the debris as he does so, sliding up behind and to the right of Holtz.

Holtz mutters something to himself under his breath. It could be a prayer, it could be a dry remark, but whatever it is, it's too soft for the comms to pick up. A quick glance over each shoulder verifies his wingmen are in place before he turns his eyes back to the front and the angry red blips of Raiders on his DRADIS display. He heats up his weapons, finger twitching lightly on the trigger.

Franklin presses her tongue into her cheek as the Vipers launch, falling into formation one by one by one. And without another word over the comms, as soon as she's certain that they're all in place, she plummets towards the bright blue planet below. Breaking into atmo is never a pretty picture — even at controlled speeds, there's the sudden pressure and all the heat to deal with, the burning orange light that swamps a Viper and almost negates their vision. Her swearing is soft, quiet, mostly because the rush of G-forces has her slammed back in her seat, her breath choked in her chest. She couldn't shout her invectives if she wanted to.

The thick of the Raiders breaks atmo long moments after the Lucky Strikes and their contigent of Raptors. The change from space to existing atmospheric material bogs their movements for a moment until they adjust, gearing up faster as they move to engage. The faint pop of them entering behind into atmo sounds out, heralding their approach. They keep a tight formation and only break away when they draw within firing range. Entering with them into atmo is more and more debris, like little flares as they start to fill more of the sky.

The first of the raider's catches up, four glinting silver birds of prey right on the Vipers' tails. The Raptors assigned to the Lucky Strikes staying center.

Punching through atmo is always 'fun'. No vision, DRADIS fraked, atmostphere trying to wrest your controls and make you go boom, oh and those wonderful G-forces. Course once you're through the worst of it things come alive and oh look Raiders! Oh and Warren has a friend. He immediately taps his coms and breaks, moving himself across the raiders flight path to hopefully make him shoot past and right into Phins outstretched cannon rounds, before rolling to turn back in, and get off any shots he can on any targets presenting themselves.

[Into the Wireless] Atalanta says, "Flight, Teatime. I count four bandits on our heels. Say again, I count FOUR bandits on our heels. Look alive!"

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Dolly, Toast. Looks like I picked up a friend. I'll set him up, you trun him into fireworks for the boys on the ground."

[Into the Wireless] Holtz says, "Here we go, our first catch of the day. Look sharp, Flight. Crash, Wheels, the two leads are comin' for us. Let's bracket the bastards. Wheels, we'll go high, Crash, you go low."

[Into the Wireless] Phin lets out a "Woo!" as he hits the punishing flare that is the descent into atmosphere. Maybe he didn't know his comms were broadcasting.

[Into the Wireless] Maddox says, "Storm, Crash. Copy that, going low. I'll drag this guy out…"

For all the hollering, Phin doesn't miss the Raider angling toward Warren once he's got anything resembling clear vision. His guns are already primed, and they seek to aim at the thing.

[Into the Wireless] Agrippa says, "Wheels, Punchie. Coming in to help clear the one off of your tail."

Holtz's Viper starts rocking slightly, the tips of his wings and nosecone glowing a dull red as he plunges into the atmosphere. He's used to atmospheric flight, though; he just keeps an iron hand on the controls, guiding the Viper through the turbulence as the formation moves towards the surface at an oblique angle. And then, through the flames buffeting his Viper, he sees the first crescent-shaped outline of a Raider. Then another, and then two others. Then they're through the worst of it though, and his vision clears, though the winds are still rocking his Viper. After shouting out orders to his section, he banks up and points his silvery Viper in the direction of the Raider that's now playing chicken with him. The question is who will flinch first, as they plunge towards each other at high speed.

[Into the Wireless] Phin says, "Toast, Dolly. That is a ride. I got him spotted? Any ideas on an angle of attack, or should I surprise you?"

[Into the Wireless] Atalanta says, "Punchie, Teatime. Your six is clear; but it looks like the triplets have picked up some friends. Catch my drift?"

Aaaaaaand, here they come, the Raiders. Maddox listens to Holtz's orders through the Comms and responds, nodding his head afterwards "Alright…let's see what this thing can do" With that, he pushes his Viper to cover the lower sector, aiming to pull the Raider's attention with him. His Viper shifts and turns, as he tries to make it as difficult as possible for that Raider to follow…also, he is trying to not crash against any flying crap that's around them right now. Weapons free now, ready to fire. This is going to get interesting.

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Dolly, Toast. Come in on him at a good 60 degrees horizontal, then come from above or below, should have a great shot, once I set him up for you."

After maneuvering into formation with his wingman's Viper, Agrippa follow Atalanta into the dive as the squadron moves planetward, punching into the atmosphere. Atmospheric flight isn't one of Punchdrunk's favorites, especially in a Viper, but there is no complaints coming from him. Soon enough, the Cylons join the party and four dots show up on DRADIS. Seeing that none of the raiders are coming after him, Punchdrunk checks his wingman's six and when both are clear, he goes to assist once of his squadronmates.

[Into the Wireless] Agrippa says, "I copy, Teatime. Already moving into position to crash that party."

Taylor shakes violently as his Viper descends through the atmosphere. His teeth click once with the turbulence before he manages to clinch his mouth shut. Finally he breaks through, sliding his stick back to level out and follow Holtz in.
Maddox pages: Also, not entirely sure…I would ask an ECO or Raptor Pilot but I think you can suppress multiple targets at once.

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Raptor3 passes.
<COMBAT> Raider3 attacks Warren with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Raider1 attacks Holtz with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Raptor2 passes.
<COMBAT> Raptor1 passes.
<COMBAT> Eco2 suppresses Raider3 with ECM. <successful>
<COMBAT> Eco1 suppresses Raider4 with ECM. <successful>
<COMBAT> Raider4 attacks Maddox with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Raider2 attacks Taylor with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Eco3 suppresses Raider4 with ECM. <successful>
<COMBAT> Warren attacks Raider1 with KEW - Moderate wound to Left Wing.
<COMBAT> Taylor attacks Raider2 with KEW - Light wound to Left Wing.
<COMBAT> Phin attacks Raider3 with KEW - Serious wound to Controls.
<COMBAT> Maddox attacks Raider4 with KEW - Light wound to Cockpit.
<COMBAT> Holtz attacks Raider1 with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Atalanta attacks Raider4 with KEW - Moderate wound to Weapon.
<COMBAT> Agrippa attacks Raider2 with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Meridian has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Raider-4287r has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider3 has been KO'd!

Phin is flying pretty aggressive. Maybe more so than he usually does. Though he's also following Warren's advice on attack angles to the letter. He swings low, shifts his guns, and aims a shot square at the Raiders controls. It hits. And, between that and the KEW blow Toast lands on the wing, it puts the thing away.

[Into the Wireless] Phin says, "Splash frakking one!"

True to plan the raider on Warrens tail overshoots, ah atmo flying does have some advantages. As Warren rolls and turns back in he lines up the first raider he sees and fires a quick burst of KE rounds. The rounds rake across the raider but its not quite enough to bring him down. He overshot, but he quickly continues his turn, burning around, to bring himself back in line for another shot as he keeps a trac on the raider visually.

As it happens, both Holtz and the Raider flinch at the same time, more or less. Both fail to score a hit on the target before they're forced to swing away to avoid a collision. Holtz curses, though he does take some consolation from the fact that he saw his target take a hit before juking off into the clouds. He pulls hard on the controls; the Viper can't maneuver quite as acrobatically in atmo as in space, but coming around in a tight turn he's still able to quickly reacquire his target.

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Dolly, Toast. Good shooting. Storm, Toast. Your bogie took a hit but he's still flying, coming around, keep him around the same altitude, i'll be coming from below."

Maddox is now flying straight at the incoming Raider and manages to tilt enough to avoid incoming fire. He readjusts before pulling the trigger and hopes that it offers a good result, however, it does not. It hits, that it does..but it is not enough to bring that thing down. He breaks to the left, trying to keep that thing away from the middle of the group and then turns abruptly, aiming for yet another face to face with the Cylon Raider. Here we go.

Agrippa had his shot all lined up and perfect but in the half-second between him taking aim and his finger pressing down on the firing stub, his Viper hits either a patch of turbulance or a gust of atmospheric wind. Whatever it is, his shot is thrown off, the burst of autocannon fire going wide. With a curse, Punchdrunk brings his fighter back under control and maneuvers to reacquire target.

Phin goes where Warren goes, zipping after the Raider that's targeted on Holtz. If not quite as fast as he'd zip in the vacuum of space. Much as he talks about liking flying in atmosphere, it has more drag.

With her tail clear, Atalanta has the chance — for once — to fly all out. Non-existent balls to the proverbial walls, as it were. It's not something which she does often, generally preferring to line herself up as a target in order to give her wingman a shot. Her face brightens, lit up by bloodlust and a half-mad grin. Breaking off from her line of flight, she rockets around to fall in behind Maddox's tail, her eyes on the Raider that's chasing it. A blast of KEW cuts across its bow, cutting quickly towards its weapons. Take out the guns, and it might as well be dead, anyway.

[Into the Wireless] Holtz says, "Toast, Storm. Goin' after the one on Wheels' tail, but I'll try to set up a shot for you."

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Copy that Storm. Keep him just like that. Break left fifteen degrees, now now now."

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Raptor3 passes.
<COMBAT> Raptor1 passes.
<COMBAT> Eco2 suppresses Raider1 with ECM. <successful>
<COMBAT> Raptor2 passes.
<COMBAT> Raider4 attacks Maddox with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Raider2 attacks Taylor with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Raider1 attacks Holtz with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Eco3 suppresses Raider4 with ECM. <unsuccessful>
<COMBAT> Eco1 suppresses Raider4 with ECM. <successful>
<COMBAT> Warren attacks Raider1 with KEW - Moderate wound to Body.
<COMBAT> Taylor attacks Raider2 with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Phin attacks Raider1 with KEW - Moderate wound to Weapon.
<COMBAT> Maddox attacks Raider4 with KEW - Moderate wound to Cockpit.
<COMBAT> Holtz attacks Raider2 with KEW - Moderate wound to Left Wing.
<COMBAT> Atalanta attacks Raider4 with KEW - Light wound to Weapon.
<COMBAT> Agrippa attacks Raider2 with KEW - Moderate wound to Cockpit.
<COMBAT> Meridian has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Raider-8279j has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider1 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider-1384o has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider2 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider-4289t has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider4 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider5 has joined the combat as a pilot in Raider-4760T on team 2. (Meridian)
<COMBAT> Raider6 has joined the combat as a pilot in Raider-5268B on team 2. (Meridian)
<COMBAT> Raider7 has joined the combat as a pilot in Raider-0370D on team 2. (Meridian)
<COMBAT> Raider8 has joined the combat as a pilot in Raider-5575I on team 2. (Meridian)

The first wave is small, the fastest of the silver gnats that the Lucky Strikes are able to shoot right out of the sky, but the next? They come in as a formation, something sleek and purposeful and the dots further on the DRADIS are screaming there is worse to come even after. This is not over, three basestars worth of Raiders coming in hot and fast to play some deadly tag. More debris comes raining down through atmo, burning up for the most part but some streaking past on its way planetward. More debris than likely than the first Basestar they saw taken apart by the Baker's Bay could produce.

[Into the Wireless] Atalanta says, "Flight, Teatime. I'm showing another four bandits on DRADIS. Form back up."

Warren taps the firing nub as he finishes calling for a break from Holtz. More KE rounds lance out from his cannons straight through the mid section of the raider tailing Holtz. He glances down to DRADIS and all the blips coming up but doesn't say anything, no he's focused, tapping his coms again.

Phin probably can't grok whatever equations Warren is using to figure out his angles of attack, but he's a damn good follow. And he gets himself in position to complement them, gunnery rounds firing in tandem with Toast, at the toaster. It is toasted.

Agrippa and he'll target the one on me. It's our favorite. Modified loose deuce. Tactics bonus, plz, Ms. ST?

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Flight, Toast. We've got more inbound, and a lot of debris. Keep your eyes open, shit falling from the sky is just as deadly as a raider. Dolly, Toast. I have one on my ass, second verse same as the first."

[Into the Wireless] Phin says, "Toast, Dolly. I got him spotted. Let's sing it again."

At the signal from Warren, Holtz does indeed break. He doesn't see the result of the Viper captain's shot, though, being focused as he is on his own target, the Raider bearing down on his younger wingman. Concentrated fire from himself and another Viper blasts the thing into a million pieces, but suddenly he sees a lot more debris than should be coming from one destroyed Raider. Looking up, he curses again as flaming, smoking bits of ship start to plunge through the atmosphere.

[Into the Wireless] Holtz says, "Crash, Storm. Trailer on your six. Put him in front of me and I'll blast him."

[Into the Wireless] Agrippa says, "Teatime, Punchie. Inbound and it looks like we both picked up some dates. Moving to clear the one on you."

There's a low hiss that comes from the CAG, fogging up her helmet. Sure, they've cut through four of them already, but there's more coming. And more coming after that. And more coming after that. It's not going to stop until they've forced a retreat and she knows it. Atalanta's eyes fall to the DRADIS. Aphrodite's tits — one on her tail, and another one on her wingman. The fun is over and she knows it. Time to break out the tried and true favorite, the loose deuce, for two.

Maddox sends KEW flying against that initial Raider and this time, it hits directly on the cockpit again, but, harder. He sees friendly fire hitting that Raider and he nods, even showing some satisfaction at the fact that said Raider is no more. Then again, not a good time for parties because a new set of four appear and one seems to be pushing heavily on his tail "Frak" mutters the man now, pushing the thrusters on the bird, trying to get some distance so he can accommodate for a shot.

[Into the Wireless] Atalanta says, "Copy that, Punchie. I'll set him up for you. Just stay in nice and tight."
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This time there is no atmospheric bump that jostles Agrippa's aim as his KEW burst punches through the red visor of the toaster he was aiming at. Before there is time to celebrate though, DRADIS shares with its pilot the bad news of more Cylons inbound. He's already moving back in formation with his wingman just as the next wave arrives, both himself and Atalanta picking up a tail. This is old hat though, as Punchdrunk is more than use to flying with his wingman, especially in combat.

[Into the Wireless] Maddox says, "Storm, Wheels, Crash. It seems that I have a fan here, I'm going to shake as much as I can and lay this Raider for you guys to have a party."

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Raider6 attacks Agrippa with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Raider5 attacks Warren with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Eco1 suppresses Raider6 with ECM. <successful>
<COMBAT> Raptor2 passes.
<COMBAT> Raptor1 passes.
<COMBAT> Raider8 attacks Maddox with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Raider7 attacks Atalanta with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Eco3 suppresses Raider8 with ECM. <successful>
<COMBAT> Eco2 suppresses Raider6 with ECM. <successful>
<COMBAT> Raptor3 passes.
<COMBAT> Warren attacks Raider7 with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Taylor attacks Raider8 with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Phin attacks Raider5 with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Maddox attacks Raider8 with KEW - Light wound to Right Wing.
<COMBAT> Holtz attacks Raider8 with KEW - Light wound to Weapon.
<COMBAT> Atalanta attacks Raider6 with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Agrippa attacks Raider7 with KEW - Moderate wound to Left Wing.
<COMBAT> Meridian has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Raider-5575i has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider8 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider9 has joined the combat as a pilot in Raider-5081V on team 2. (Meridian)
<COMBAT> Raider10 has joined the combat as a pilot in Raider-2388C on team 2. (Meridian)
<COMBAT> Raider11 has joined the combat as a pilot in Raider-9390E on team 2. (Meridian)

Warren breaks again, letting the raider zip past setting up a shot for Phin, but he didn't feed him angles this time. Warren works his way into a lag roll trying to come up behind another raider, but woops theres a piece of debris, and another, oh look more debris! Always fun. Either way he never gets a clear shot on the raider he was heading towards. And now theres more targets streaming in. OH and phin has a friend. He glances out judging the distance, the angles before tapping his coms.

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Dolly, Toast. We're going to do a weave. Turn in towards me, I'll turn towards you, and lets send our stalkers straight to hell. Slip low, I'll head high. Should give you good shots from below."

That's a tight maneuver, but Phin grins as Warren lays it out. He gets his speed as close to Toast's as possible, and begins the first turn to execute that pattern.

[Into the Wireless] Phin says, "Toast, Dolly. Copy that. Let's dance."

Taylor banks his Viper as the Raider in front of him explodes, even if he didn't manage the last shot. He looks around the area, locating his next target. There. A Raider bearing down on the lead Raptor. Pulling his stick back, he gums through the drag of the atmosphere to swing his Viper about to face the Raider, thumbing his transmit button.

[Into the Wireless] Agrippa says, "Teatime, Punchie. Thanks for pushing mine off of my six, but it looks like your date is angry with me."

[Into the Wireless] Atalanta says, "Flight, Teatime. We've got three more partycrashers headed straight for us… and…", her voice cuts out for a second. And without realizing that it's her voice that's cut out, instead of the comms? "…Priapus's towering cock." A beat. A cough. "It looks like they're reading as turkeys.""

[Into the Wireless] Holtz says, "Shit, pair of 'em heading for the Raptors. I'm on it."

[Into the Wireless] Taylor says, "Storm, Wheels. Eyes on bandit eyeing up a Raptor. Turning to bear."

[Into the Wireless] Maddox says, "Storm, Crash. I got you covered."

Rolling his Viper over for a better shot, Agrippa is able to lead his fire as his angle attack is coming in at the Raider's side. It's dead on, the autocannon projectiles raking into the toaster's wing, though the hostile continues to fight. Not only that, it has changed its target to the one that damaged it, the red visor lighting up. Now it is Punchdrunk's turn to lead the Cylon so that Atalanta can have an easy shot though as he leads it away after firing off another burst of KEW.

And just like that, Holtz is on the board for the day's action as a Raider explodes under his fire. His brow lifts slightly as he hears Atia's curse over the com, but he's a little too occupied to comment at the moment. He zips back in the direction of the Raptor formation in pursuit of a pair of Raptors, air whistling over his wings as he pours on the speed and lines up his shot.

There's no smile from Maddox when that Raider goes boom, but there's relief there, for sure. Now, he focuses on the Raider that is tailing Storm and pushes his Viper, making his way to assist as he finds Storm and Wheels heading for the Raptors. Alright, alright…lets brings just another Raider down now.

Atalanta sinks her teeth into her lower lip, her frustration showing plainly on her face. Her shot missed, and though both she and Agrippa are intact, that doesn't mean she's happy about it. Instinctively, she twists around in her seat, trying to get a good look at the gleaming figures in the distance. A shake of her head, and her wingman's voice brings her eyes back to where they ought to be, on his tail. She punches down on her thrusters, zipping after the Raider crossing in front of her sights.

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Raider9 attacks Warren with KEW - Moderate wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Raider7 attacks Agrippa with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Raider11 attacks Phin with KEW - Critical wound to Cockpit.
<COMBAT> Raider10 attacks Holtz with KEW - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Eco2 suppresses Raider7 with ECM. <successful>
<COMBAT> Eco1 suppresses Raider10 with ECM. <successful>
<COMBAT> Raptor1 passes.
<COMBAT> Raider5 attacks Raptor1 with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Raptor3 passes.
<COMBAT> Raptor2 passes.
<COMBAT> Raider6 attacks Raptor2 with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Eco3 suppresses Raider9 with ECM. <successful>
<COMBAT> Warren attacks Raider11 with KEW - Serious wound to Body.
<COMBAT> Taylor attacks Raider5 with KEW - Moderate wound to Left Wing.
<COMBAT> Phin attacks Raider9 with KEW - NEAR MISS!
<COMBAT> Maddox attacks Raider10 with KEW - Serious wound to Right Wing.
<COMBAT> Holtz attacks Raider5 with KEW - Critical wound to Body.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Raider5 - Moderate wound to Left Leg.
<COMBAT> Atalanta attacks Raider7 with KEW - Moderate wound to Weapon.
<COMBAT> Agrippa attacks Raider7 with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Meridian has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Viper-0556p has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Phin has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider-2388c has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider10 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider-9390e has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider11 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider-4760t has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider5 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider-0370d has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider7 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Phin spends a luck point to keep fighting!
<COMBAT> HRaider1 has joined the combat as a Pilot in Heavy Raider-7126U on team 2. (Meridian)
<COMBAT> HRaider2 has joined the combat as a Pilot in Heavy Raider-6930Y on team 2. (Meridian)
<COMBAT> Raider12 has joined the combat as a Pilot in Raider-9444M on team 2. (Meridian)

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Flight, Toast. I'm hit, but still good. Dolly, cleared your tail. He got shots off, tell me you're still back there."

You know where space has a huge advantage over atmospheric fligth? Course correction after you've taken a critical slam to your cockpit. Which is what happens to Phin. And he goes down, down, smoke trailing out of his tail section. He jerk up hard, and ship sputters but pulls out of its dive. Still smoking as he drags it back up to rejoin Warren.

Warren comes in from above, just as planned. Well not quite, he didn't plan on getting shot too, but these things happen. Nor did he overly plan to allow Phin's tally to get off shots either, but he lays into him hard, practically cutting the raider in half. Shots fired he rolls and turns, looking hard for his wingman and glancing at DRADIS.

[Into the Wireless] Phin says, "…BZZT…" It takes Phin some time to rejigger his comms. "Toast, Dolly. I'm OK, but I took a heavy hit. Got some sparks. Going to need to do some fire control."

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Dolly, Toast. Copy that, keep close. You're clear for the moment. Punchie, Toast. Gonna clear your tail so you can focus on the turkey angling in on Teatime."

[Into the Wireless] Holtz says, "Scrag two!"

There's a flash of that earlier bloodthirsty, half-mad grin across the CAG's face. Who can blame her, really? The heat of Atalanta's gunfire starts out as a trickle, and then a flash of smoke. But it travels slowly up the Raider's cannons, towards the heart of its ordnance package, where all that lovely plasma and gunpowder is just waiting to be lit up. There's a flash of orange and — in atmosphere — a deliciously satisfying "BOOM!", a sound she can only enjoy for a second, maybe two, before Betty's screaming in her ear about having been locked on.

Holtz cries out in exultation over the comm as a perfectly placed shot tears a Raider into shreds. That wolfish grin doesn't last long, though, as he notes the arrival of a fresh wave of raiders, led by a pair of heavies. One of the big boxy ships is heading for his wingman; Holtz cuts in, rolling pell-mell through the clouds as he works to position himself on the heavy's tail. It's not that difficult; the thing's swift, but his Mark VII is swifter. He calls out again as he brings the Heavy into his sights, almost completely ignoring the lockon warning suddenly blaring in his ear.

[Into the Wireless] Holtz says, "Crash, Storm. Turkey on your six, break left!"

Maddox manages to send Holtz's admirer back to hell, but soon finds himself being tailed by one of those purrrrty Heavy Raiders. Still, he focuses on the fact that Taylor is being chased by a Raider and engages that one. He does open his comm to respond.

[Into the Wireless] Maddox says, "Storm, Crash. Copy that, breaking left…I'll position it for you and try to get that Raider out of Wheels' tail."

[Into the Wireless] Atalanta says, "Aww, Punchie!" Her voice is sickeningly sweet, a layer of bull slathered on to cover up the tension that would otherwise creep in. Heavy Raiders. How she hates them. "It looks like I've got myself a little suitor. You've got the shotgun for when he comes knocking, right?"

Taylor grunts in satisfaction as the Raider explodes in a beautiful fireball.. one advantage of atmo over the vacuum. He turns as he sees the new pack, bearing in on the lead Heavy.

[Into the Wireless] Taylor says, "Storm, Wheels. On your target.. we'll get you clear of the turkey, Crash."

[Into the Wireless] Agrippa says, "Teatime, Punchie. I see him, engaging."

Another Raider down, this time by Agrippa's wingman. However, the Heavies are here to ruin the fun and Punchdrunk quickily picks up the new arrivals on both DRADIS and visual. One of the turkeys are on Atlanta and that is where he is headed, larger targets should be easier to hit, in theory.

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Raptor3 passes.
<COMBAT> Eco1 suppresses Hraider1 with ECM. <successful>
<COMBAT> Raptor1 passes.
<COMBAT> Raider9 attacks Holtz with KEW - Serious wound to Cockpit.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Holtz - Critical wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Raider6 attacks Agrippa with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Hraider2 attacks Atalanta with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Raptor2 passes.
<COMBAT> Hraider1 attacks Maddox with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Eco2 suppresses Raider9 with ECM. <successful>
<COMBAT> Raider12 attacks Taylor with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Eco3 suppresses Hraider2 with ECM. <successful>
<COMBAT> Warren attacks Raider6 with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Taylor attacks Hraider1 with KEW - Light wound to Cabin (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Phin treats Viper-0556p:
< Cockpit (Critical): unsuccessful
<COMBAT> Maddox attacks Raider12 with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Holtz attacks Hraider1 with KEW - Moderate wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Atalanta attacks Hraider2 with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Agrippa attacks Hraider2 with KEW - Serious wound to Cockpit.
<COMBAT> Meridian has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Viper-2213y has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Holtz has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Holtz spends a luck point to keep fighting!

The shinies in the sky are not coming down so swiftly anymore, but that is moments before there is a blinding explosion out in space, quickly put out by the lack of oxygen. It's hopeful though, but brings with it more debris into the atmosphere - better that than Raiders. This bunch is persistent, quick and seem to not have any chance of back up anymore. Not with what is likely going up way overhead.

Phin makes his panel stop sparking at him, but he can't do much else as far as his ship's concerned. He revs his guns again, flying in more combat, less defensive, formation with Warren. The explosion in space makes him jerk his head upward. There's a grandeur to it, even in the middle of the chaos going on. But he has little time to admire it. There are swarming Raiders and fellow pilots being hit.
You paged Epoch with 'There are no combat medics :D'

Warren barrels down on the raider chasing Agrippa, maybe he's coming in too fast, maybe its the dodging of debris. Either way his shots go right above and past the raider. He glances at the DRADIS, ah wonderful he's got one on him now too. And shit was that Holtz that got lit up, things are certainly going swimingly. He taps his com again as he keeps on the raider he's on, heavies are going hard gotta give Atia and Agrippa time to deal with that.

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Dolly, Toast. Looks like I have a friend now. Hope you're back in action. Punchie, Toast. Still on your guy, keep on the turkey."

[Into the Wireless] Phin says, "Toast, Dolly. Still flying. I'll cover you as best I can. Storm?" It takes him a beat to notice the punishing hit his SL has taken. "Storm! Dolly! Sing out, man!""

Well, it looks like Holtz's tunnel vision cost him. Sure, his guns tear into the Heavy Raider on Maddox's tail, but he probably should have listened to the alarm. Cylon KEW rounds stitch up the body of his craft, and the final round pierces the cockpit glass and spears Holtz in the chest. He grunts in surprise at the sudden sensation of pain, and looks down with a stricken expression to see the messy hole in his flightsuit and the blood streaming down his chest. His face blanches as the wind whistles in through the spidered hole in the glass, and he reflexively pitches over, out of the line of fire.

[Into the Wireless] Holtz says, "… Oh, frak me."

[Into the Wireless] Maddox says, "Storm!, Crash. Hang in there boss! Wheels, you still have a friend, I'll try to get it off your back."

She can't see who took that hit, but she can sure hear it, down here in the Pican airspace. There's too many blips on her DRADIS to be sure who it was, so she twists frantically in her seat to try to catch sight of who might be smoking, who might be going down. But then the voices over the comms come in and for a few seconds, Atalanta blanches. It's impressive, really, given the already moon-white color of her skin. Who knew that it could turn whiter still?

Taylor squeezes the trigger on his stick, sticthing the Heavy Raider with gunfire, even if it just keeps on trucking. Off to his side, though, he sees a small puff, and his expression of professionalism changes to horror as he watches his wingman taking the plunge.

[Into the Wireless] Taylor says, "Storm? STORM!?"

[Into the Wireless] Atalanta says, "Storm! Storm, Teatime. Sing out! Stay with us!"

[Into the Wireless] Holtz's voice is labored, but his voice is steady. "I'm here, godsdamnit. Reacquirin' target."

Maddox's eyes open wide as he sees the hit that Storm takes "Frakking hell…." he tries to readjust but sees that Wheels still has a very unfriendly Raider going after him. "Frakking pieces of shit" mutters the man and pushes the thrusters, engines flaring now as he pushes forward with the need to make some tin cans go boom.

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Raptor2 passes.
<COMBAT> Raptor1 passes.
<COMBAT> Raider9 attacks Warren with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Raider12 attacks Taylor with KEW - Moderate wound to Body.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Taylor - Moderate wound to Left Hand.
<COMBAT> Hraider1 attacks Maddox with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Eco2 suppresses Raider9 with ECM. <successful>
<COMBAT> Eco1 suppresses Hraider1 with ECM. <successful>
<COMBAT> Raptor3 passes.
<COMBAT> Raider6 attacks Agrippa with KEW - Moderate wound to Controls (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Eco3 suppresses Hraider2 with ECM. <successful>
<COMBAT> Hraider2 attacks Atalanta with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Warren attacks Raider6 with KEW - Moderate wound to Engine.
<COMBAT> Taylor attacks Hraider1 with KEW - Light wound to Right Wing (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Phin attacks Raider9 with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Maddox attacks Raider12 with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Holtz attacks Hraider1 with KEW - Serious wound to Engine.
<COMBAT> Atalanta attacks Hraider2 with KEW - Moderate wound to Body.
<COMBAT> Agrippa attacks Hraider2 with KEW - Serious wound to Weapon.
<COMBAT> Meridian has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Viper-4954n has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Agrippa has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Heavy Raider-6930y has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Hraider2 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider-5268b has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider6 has been KO'd!

[Into the Wireless] Atalanta says, "Butch, Teatime. Get medical on the ground, ASAP. We've got wounded coming in as soon as we shake these bandits from our tails."

Agrippa's shots blast into the Heavy Raider but they call it heavy for a good reason, despite doing some nasty damage to the visor and cockpit area, the turkey continues to fly. Punchdrunk can only glance in Holtz's direction as his Squadron Leader is hit but he tries to focus on the Heavy Raider, his ear on the comms to try to hear Storm's status. While doing so, Agrippa lines up for another shot on the Heavy Raider, firing off another burst which successfully punches into the Heavy's weapon system though in return, one of the smaller toasters hits the control section of his ship.

The Dradis no longer beeps to life, the contacts are starting to scatter and they have what they are left with to clean up after. The last Heavy Raider is proving to be quite the match an is holding on without letting go. It rounds again, coming right at the others once more, menacing possibly because of its persistance.

Phin misses. His handling is about a half-second behind where it should be, which means a lot in the air. He lets out a "Frak" in the cockpit, trying to get something resembling aim back.

[TAC1] "Butch" Bennett says, "Teatime, Butch. I copy. We will have medical on standby. Please advise if you require SAR crew."

[Into the Wireless] Atalanta says, "Butch, Teatime. Negative. Negative. We have no nylon let-downs yet."

[TAC1] "Butch" Bennett says, "Copy, Teatime."

Warren is too late again, as his rounds lance into the raider's engines, but not before the raider lights up Agrippa. "Frak" he says to himself before hitting the com scanning DRADIS to see what they're still dealing with. Still two sparrows, one turkey. Alright and the one on him.

Maddox misses his mark, by, a lot. "For frak sakes…" says the man, pretty much outloud inside the cockpit of his Viper. Still, his attention does not move away from the Raider going after Wheels and he gets ready to try again. Come on, come on…die already.

Holtz curses again. The dull pain of the gunshot wound is beginning to spread to his extremities, but he's still — for the moment — fine to fly. He cuts back in towards the fight, another shot ripping into the last Heavy Raider's engines. One of the engines flares out, a trail of smoke emitting from the ship's rear, but it's a tough bird, and stays in the air. "Motherfrakker!" Holtz shouts in frustration, before suddenly wincing at the sudden twinge of pain produced by his shouting.

Taylor cries out as a hole materializes in the corner of his cockpit glass, a bullet skipping across his left hand as it makes its way through his cockpit. "Frak me!" He clutches the hand to his chest for a moment, eyes clamping shut in pain before he manages to calm himself down.. slowly.. and he gingerly replaces the hand on his throttle control, wincing heavily whenever he uses it.

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Punchie, Toast. Sing out man! Cleared your tail a second too late, tell me you're still up. Dolly, Toast. I'm gonna do a barrel roll, and try to get him out in front of me, try coming in on him as I rotate."

[Into the Wireless] Taylor says, "Crash, Wheels. Took a hit, but I'm fine. Still on that turkey."

[Into the Wireless] Phin says, "Toast, Dolly. Copy. Adjusting angle. My handling's pretty frakked, but I'll see what I can do."

[Into the Wireless] Agrippa says, "….kay, was a lucky hit. Manage to punch through my armor and hit the control systems, managed to reroute."

Godsdammit. With all of the debris clouding the air, the smoke streaming from Vipers and Raiders alike, Franklin can hardly see a thing. It's not enough to kill her aim, though; not quite. On the contrary, it's quite the motivator. She's done. She's done with this now. Flipping end over end, she slams back against her chair, struggling to keep her eyes open long enough to take her shot. It strikes true, cutting a straight line right down the center of the fat bastard that had been dogging her. But… but is it enough? Is it… no, not quite. Not until a second later, when Agrippa comes charging through with the kill shot… and a bandit of his own on his tail.

[Into the Wireless] Atalanta says, "Flight, Teatime. Close in! I want to end this, now."

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Raptor1 passes.
<COMBAT> Raptor2 passes.
<COMBAT> Raider9 attacks Warren with KEW - Light wound to Nose (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Hraider1 attacks Maddox with KEW - Moderate wound to Weapon.
<COMBAT> Raptor3 passes.
<COMBAT> Raider12 attacks Taylor with KEW - Light wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Eco1 suppresses Hraider1 with ECM. <successful>
<COMBAT> Eco2 suppresses Raider9 with ECM. <unsuccessful>
<COMBAT> Warren attacks Raider9 with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Taylor attacks Hraider1 with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Phin attacks Raider9 with KEW but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Maddox attacks Raider12 with KEW - Moderate wound to Body.
<COMBAT> Holtz attacks Hraider1 with KEW - Moderate wound to Weapon.
<COMBAT> Atalanta tries to attack but has no target!
<COMBAT> Agrippa attacks Raider9 with KEW - Moderate wound to Cockpit.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Raider9 - Moderate wound to Left Hand.
<COMBAT> Meridian has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Viper-6237w has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Maddox has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider-9444m has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider12 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider-5081v has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Raider9 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Maddox spends a luck point to keep fighting!

Warren works that barrel roll, rolling up, letting the atmo slow him, and coming back down and THWACK! THWACK! Two rounds puch through the nose of his fighter from the raider. His own shots end up going wide and he curses. More fire misses by the raider, then Agrippa comes through tearing through it, and he almost cheers. He taps his coms, as he looks down at his….dead DRADIS. Oh well thats just fraking great. Visuals time, he's looking around, alright well theres the heavy, he doesn't see any other raiders…alright well here he goes.

Phin misses clean. His ability to aim is not improving as this goes on. He locks his guns on the remaining heavy raider, along with the rest of the flight. Teeth gritted. This thing needs to be put away.

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Frak, I'm hit. DRADIS is out, relying on visual aquisition. Dolly, gonna need you to call em out for me if I don't hear me call em to you. I'm heady for the turkey, got a good angle."

One of Maddox's cannons gets hit and this makes the bird shake abruptly. Not only it does that, but all his controls flicker out for a few moments but then come back online. Maddox's regains control of the bird and pushes it, getting some distance from that very insistent Heavy Raider. At least, he managed to take out the Raider going for Taylor; now it's time to return fire to the big Turkey. He turns, and engages.

At least Holtz's controls haven't been hit, otherwise this would be a lot harder than it's become. Storm's a soldier, though, and not just in the literal sense. He grits his teeth and tries to ignore the worsening pain and the spreading slick of blood on his flight suit as he again bears in on the last, stubborn Heavy Raider.

[Into the Wireless] Phin says, "Toast, Dolly. Copy. Heavy's the only target in our immediate vicinity I'm reading. Coming up on your ten o'clock, about."

Atalanta meant precisely what she said; she wants this over, and she's going to make damned sure that it gets done. She banks sharply to the left, too fast, too hard — it's unlike her, and her usual smooth, easy style. Her patience has run out and there's nothing she wants more than see the entire flight come barreling in, fangs out, and rip this motherfrakker apart like a pack of angry dogs.

Burning the Raider that was on Warren's tail, Agrippa watches as the toaster trails down throuhg the atmosphere trailing smoke and debris, spiraling down to its death. There is one left and its the Heavy that appears to be taking it as good as its dishing it. Rolling his Viper in that direction, Punchdrunk converges with the others, aiming at the engines, hoping for a hit that results in a lucky chain reaction to its power plants.

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Dolly, Toast. Coppy that. Let him have it."

[TAC1] "Butch" Bennett says, "Teatime, Butch. We are dusting off and preparing to return to Orion, pending your orders."

<COMBAT> Triggering new turn.
<COMBAT> Raptor3 passes.
<COMBAT> Raptor2 passes.
<COMBAT> Eco2 suppresses Hraider1 with ECM. <successful>
<COMBAT> Hraider1 attacks Maddox with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Eco1 suppresses Hraider1 with ECM. <successful>
<COMBAT> Raptor1 passes.
<COMBAT> Eco3 suppresses Hraider1 with ECM. <successful>
<COMBAT> Warren attacks Hraider1 with KEW - Light wound to Right Wing (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Taylor attacks Hraider1 with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Phin attacks Hraider1 with KEW - Light wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Maddox attacks Hraider1 with KEW and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Holtz attacks Hraider1 with KEW - Light wound to Engine (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Atalanta attacks Hraider1 with KEW - Critical wound to Cockpit.
<COMBAT> Agrippa attacks Hraider1 with KEW - Moderate wound to Engine (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Meridian has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Heavy Raider-7126u has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Hraider1 has been KO'd!

Warren pours on the fire, slightly off as it slices through the wing. But more fire comes in, and more, as everyone pours it on the heavy till it goes BOOOOOM. Immediately though he's searching the sky, looking for raiders, looking for anything but not seeing anything. He flicks his com as he works his way around.

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Dolly, Toast. I'm not seeing anything, DRADIS picking anything up? We clear? Teatime, Toast. Orders?"

[Into the Wireless] Phin says, "Toast, Dolly. Heavy's out. Can't spot anything else."

Maddox misses the mark, yet again. But, on the good side, that Heavy gets blown to pieces "Frakking finally" mutters the man now, shaking his head. Now, he looks out for his wingmates and forms up with them again, keeping an eye on Storm's Viper.

Despite all of the evidence piled up against the CAG, indicating that she is just, in fact, another prissy stuffed shirt from some self-aggrandizing family of Caprican snobs, she is still a fighter pilot. Sometimes, it's called into question. Other times, it's painfully obvious. Like now. Like right now. Her eyes narrow to cold, hard slits. Forget about some ridiculous 'shining like emeralds' nonsense — any light left in them now is the glint of pure, unadulterated murder. Shot after shot comes from the squadron, but she holds back, waiting, hovering quiet and almost forgotten on its seven o'clock. Her thumb hovers for one second and she waits for the smoke to clear just enough to keep him in her sights until… finally… click. Boom.

[Into the Wireless] Atalanta says, "BOOM!" It is an exuberant call from the CAG, at once joyous and filled with relief. "Raptors, Teatime. Skies are clear. We're still in the air. I count…" pause. "Three? Three wounded coming in. Medical needs to get boots on the ground, ASAP. Standby for landing.""

As the last Heavy Raider finally goes up under the combined fire of over half a dozen Colonial fighters, Holtz utters a venomous curse in the thing's direction. Or, rather, the flying shards of metal that had once been the Heavy Raider. There's a sudden rush of light-headedness as he looks down at his chest and touches a finger to his blood-spattered flightsuit; the finger of his glove comes away dark red as he pulls his hand off. He's increasingly pale as he pulls the controls to send himself back in the direction of Orion, with stormclouds on his brow.

[Into the Wireless] Warren says, "Dolly, Toast. Alright, if we're clear, lead me back to the barn. I'll be at your 4."

[Into the Wireless] Maddox says, "Storm, Crash. Flying escort, Boss. You'll be with the medics in no time."

Phin leads Warren home. As best he can. Warren will want to keep wide of him when he's coming in for a landing. His Viper is not in peak touch-down condition.

Warren takes the stick, picking out Dolly's viper and shifts, angling over, moving behind him, taking up position on his wing. He glances over towards the other pilot making sure he's got good sight on him. He's back a bit, and definately somewhat wide, but close enough that he can follow his fellow pilot in, even if Phin is going to bounce and skid, and decide to make life hell for the knuckledraggers.

<FS3> Phin rolls Piloting: Good Success.
<FS3> <FS3> Phin rolls Piloting: Good Success.

Phin brings the Viper down with a skid and thud, but he doesn't crash into anything or cause it anymore damage. So there's that.

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