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with two skeets together the enemy had twice the number of targets to
shoot at and that actually diminished the number of hits her fighter was
taking.
That convinced Krissy to risk it and she continued
forward, with the other pilot eventually comming with
a strategy and telling her to go low to the riverbed. She agreed and the other
skeet flew directly overtop of hers, with their
silhouettes matching up from top view, then Krissy dove down as the other skeet
went aggressive and tried to draw as much attention to him as possible.
She took her skeet back down to the forest and
angle/braked hard to turn her momentum into the twisty line of the river,
flying so low that there were trees to either side of her as she skimmed the
dry wash. There were no lizards here, but a couple of kilometers ahead there
were, crossing into the open en mass and just begging
to get hit.
The wisp pilots knew that too and some came after her
with a vengeance, but she ignored them and stuck to the river bed pulling some
Mario Kart worthy skid turns to keep from careening into the tree walls as
numerous plasma blasts rained down around her and kicked up dust plumes from where
they hit dirt and rocks.
Krissy’s course kept whipping back and forth, then
suddenly there was a sea of green heads and she hit the brakes, using her
gravity drives to slow her forward momentum down to a slow flyby as she tilted
the scattergun firing angle down and unleashed her blue rain onto the riverbed.
Burnt flesh flew everywhere like confetti and dozens
of lizards fell per heartbeat as she made her way up the river with the
overhead plasma blasts still coming down and hitting the lizard troops with the
misses. Apparently they felt it was worth the tradeoff if they could kill her,
and they were probably right mathematically speaking, but shooting your own
troops to kill a target was colder than cold and just one more reason why these
dishonorable bastards had to die.
Krissy pushed through the river for more than half a
mile before the stream of lizard infantry ended. When it did she pulled up,
intent on making a loop and dogfighting for a handful of seconds before heading
back down for another pass for the disruption she’d made in the troop flow was
already disappearing as more came out of the forest to cross, erasing the gaps
she’d made in their fleshy flood of slowly moving bodies.
When she got back to decent altitude she had to linger
longer than she’d liked, for her shields were near to breaching. Going evasive
she avoided fire long enough for them to start ticking up a bit with recharge, then she engaged and killed three more wisps before
heading back down for another pass just in time to see the other pilot strafing
a section of forest nearby. Krissy didn’t know what that was about and was
going to shoot the targets out in the open, but there were three more skeets
headed their way and they were dragging a lot of wisps with them…meaning her
time here was going to be short, for she couldn’t sustain much more plasma
fire, no matter how bad of shots the lizard pilots were at speed.
Knowing that, Krissy ignored the incoming fire and
dove back down to make one more pass, intending to bug out as soon as she’d
completed it. Her topside shields got hammered as she flew through a few meters
over the riverbed, but the carnage her scattergun was unleashing more than made
up for it. When the other side of the flood came into view she was just about
to make for the sky when a request for fire support came in from an Archon on
the ground.
Krissy shot off across the empty riverbed and weaved
between the tree walls, seeing if the lizards would still follow her…which they
did, but two or three wisps peeled off as she got further away from the ground
troops. Biting her lip, she decided to do something stupid and pulled up just
enough to get over the treetops and turned back, heading for the location for
the air support request that was a few kilometers away.
shoot at and that actually diminished the number of hits her fighter was
taking.
That convinced Krissy to risk it and she continued
forward, with the other pilot eventually comming with
a strategy and telling her to go low to the riverbed. She agreed and the other
skeet flew directly overtop of hers, with their
silhouettes matching up from top view, then Krissy dove down as the other skeet
went aggressive and tried to draw as much attention to him as possible.
She took her skeet back down to the forest and
angle/braked hard to turn her momentum into the twisty line of the river,
flying so low that there were trees to either side of her as she skimmed the
dry wash. There were no lizards here, but a couple of kilometers ahead there
were, crossing into the open en mass and just begging
to get hit.
The wisp pilots knew that too and some came after her
with a vengeance, but she ignored them and stuck to the river bed pulling some
Mario Kart worthy skid turns to keep from careening into the tree walls as
numerous plasma blasts rained down around her and kicked up dust plumes from where
they hit dirt and rocks.
Krissy’s course kept whipping back and forth, then
suddenly there was a sea of green heads and she hit the brakes, using her
gravity drives to slow her forward momentum down to a slow flyby as she tilted
the scattergun firing angle down and unleashed her blue rain onto the riverbed.
Burnt flesh flew everywhere like confetti and dozens
of lizards fell per heartbeat as she made her way up the river with the
overhead plasma blasts still coming down and hitting the lizard troops with the
misses. Apparently they felt it was worth the tradeoff if they could kill her,
and they were probably right mathematically speaking, but shooting your own
troops to kill a target was colder than cold and just one more reason why these
dishonorable bastards had to die.
Krissy pushed through the river for more than half a
mile before the stream of lizard infantry ended. When it did she pulled up,
intent on making a loop and dogfighting for a handful of seconds before heading
back down for another pass for the disruption she’d made in the troop flow was
already disappearing as more came out of the forest to cross, erasing the gaps
she’d made in their fleshy flood of slowly moving bodies.
When she got back to decent altitude she had to linger
longer than she’d liked, for her shields were near to breaching. Going evasive
she avoided fire long enough for them to start ticking up a bit with recharge, then she engaged and killed three more wisps before
heading back down for another pass just in time to see the other pilot strafing
a section of forest nearby. Krissy didn’t know what that was about and was
going to shoot the targets out in the open, but there were three more skeets
headed their way and they were dragging a lot of wisps with them…meaning her
time here was going to be short, for she couldn’t sustain much more plasma
fire, no matter how bad of shots the lizard pilots were at speed.
Knowing that, Krissy ignored the incoming fire and
dove back down to make one more pass, intending to bug out as soon as she’d
completed it. Her topside shields got hammered as she flew through a few meters
over the riverbed, but the carnage her scattergun was unleashing more than made
up for it. When the other side of the flood came into view she was just about
to make for the sky when a request for fire support came in from an Archon on
the ground.
Krissy shot off across the empty riverbed and weaved
between the tree walls, seeing if the lizards would still follow her…which they
did, but two or three wisps peeled off as she got further away from the ground
troops. Biting her lip, she decided to do something stupid and pulled up just
enough to get over the treetops and turned back, heading for the location for
the air support request that was a few kilometers away.
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