Echos of a future

[Scorlord]

Unioners, why is it always the Unioners? thought Scott as his Anubis was becoming less gray, but black as the Unioners fire screamed past his hull. The shark teeth along the nose was surprisingly untouched. They know the Corsairs mind me, but no they still have to shoot me.
"Drop the arms!" screamed the lead Falcon, as her wing mates in the Hawks grred into the mic. "Or hold still!"
"No chance, babe. These are for the Corsairs, so back off!"
"Babe! That's it fly-boys your dying anyway!"
"Oh come on baby, you love me." His cruise engines were shut down from a wasp "Okay, maybe not. Oh crap!"

His Anubis took several hits as his shields were down in seconds. With a quick snap roll he was charging at them with all 6 stealthblades a blazing, but missing.

"Freelancer 917276, this is Rheinland Patrol 9 Alpha, looks like you could use some help." said a flight of Valkyries tearing apart the Hawks with little effort. The Falcon soon too fell with the escape pod the only thing left of it. "917276 if in need of repairs our Battleship, the Messerschmitt. She is 20k on your port. If you do dock there, good to meet you. If not, safe journey."
"Thanks, I think I will take you up on that offer. By the way, names Scott Free, 917276 is a mouthful don't ya think?"
"Very well, nice to meet you Mr.Free."

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Angel Escorpion-Smuggler, Bomber, an echo in the dark.

"Echoes in the dark, that's all I am, a watcher, a hunter, an echo."
-Angel Escorpion "Scorpion Lord, Scorlord"