10/04/2013, 05:49 AM #120 Venturia
Sol Inceneron
Planet Werban's lower atmosphere
Nhiome cursed, dodging the pulses coming up behind him, that leader of the squadron was right, the atmosphere was most definitely not his element, in space he could have accelerated however much he wanted in whatever direction and he would be fine. He could not even go into space now, the fighter behind him had opened fire with the heavy cannons earlier and there was a small leak now in the cargo area, he supposed it was to lower shields, but he didn't have any in the first place. He was already going quite fast, slightly faster than the fighter behind him, but in these close confines, it didn't help much, considering the pulses were much faster than his ship. He orbited the planet, firing at the fighter with his rear cannon, it must have come as a surprise, most fighters could only fire forward, considering that was where their guns were orientated, but the pulses that hit did little to the other fighter, must be the shields...but what if he knocked out those shields?
Nhiome set a course for where he thought the jammer had detonated, he could not be sure due to his systems being down, he did not even try to reboot them, he knew it would be useless, he had designed the jammer with that in mind. It fire off another pulse every minute for as long as it could, usually around an hour. It had not even been half of that yet. He set a machine to load his third gun with an explosive shell, one advantage of projectiles: most pulses could not just explode without impact. So with the rear cannon fixed on the fighter pursuing him, the front cannon began firing off random pulses at the other ships to discourage them from joining in as he sped towards the location of the jammer, where the pulse was stronger even as the third gun turned to face the fighter behind.
How many times can you die a day~?
How many times have you died a day~?