Take us Home as we go

[Reeves]

As the sole combat capable craft in the area, Morreti swung about to put his ship on a collision course with the group of lowlifes rapidly approaching.

This was no patrol formation, at least not in the proper sense, it was every ship the Rogues had available to them. Interceptors, heavy fighters and bombers, all thrown together into one cluster for the sake of flexibility at the cost of cohesion. This was how they always operated, throwing an assortment of ships at a problem and then dealing with the situation as it unfolded.

Ready to criticize that approach, Morreti spooled the maxim on the top of his ship and brought the rest of the weapons online as well. One of the Rogues had forgotten the fact he was openly broadcasting and complained that a single ship was so willing to engage them. It was likely the only hint people on the bridge would get about trouble outside, if they had a functioning comms array. "Was wondering if I'd have anything to do." By contrast, Morreti had said nothing over comms to his adversaries, who were currently working up a storm of profanity as they closed the distance and bunched up

The pack fired early, in a multitude of general directions that were intended to hit the lone Prosecutor. There was such a large volume of fire that nobody currently shooting was able to really see where shots were going, and as a result most of the initial spray missed, save for some glancing shots that the shield generator shrugged off. Still, it looked like a lot of things had been shot off from their target, as many small objects seemed to drop away from it as it came into range and eventually shot straight past them.

Both sides rapidly turned to reorient, but the pack had to struggle with several close calls, nearly slamming into each other en masse. By the time this was done, they took note of the fact that the Prosecutor was sitting perfectly still, watching them and waiting for them to come after it. There was a moment's hesitation, broken up by panic as the realisation struck that the Prosecutor wasn't missing any of its pieces.

It had dumped all of its mines to lighten the load. And to avoid the impending storm of the pulse mines, the pack scattered, voltage visibly arcing its way across multiple ships and outright disabling a few, even fatally electrocuting one of the pilots. With their numbers only partially thinned, the hunt was on now. One of the interceptors finding itself under fire, while the rest slowly brought their guns to bear on the Prosecutor, with varying degrees of promptness.

Even if they were individually outclassed, this was still a fight for the lives of the people Morreti agreed to help. Overlooking the fact that his own was in far more immediate danger.

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