Take us Home as we go

[Reeves]

The situation had improved, only to revert back to being an uphill battle. This was more applicable to Morreti than to Grant. The latter of whom found himself covered in someone else's blood. While the former had lost his only semblance of fire support.

The pack had been cut down to size, but three still remained. Two heavy fighters and a bomber, the latter peeling off to go after the Roanoke. The Prosecutor banked hard in protest to this, on a full burn after the lumbering craft. This left it entirely and utterly exposed to the enemy fighters and they were more than happy to take free shots. It must have been quite a thing to watch. The Barghest was rapidly being ripped apart, a hail of bullets and lasers showering it. But there were two large streams of red constantly washing over the Prosecutor. It was a race to see which ship buckled and broke first.

Shields had been foregone long ago. Pieces of metal visibly fell off and nearly collided with the pursuing fighters. The Prosecutor was stripped of its blade, chunks of the wings and its engines were trailing plumes of fiery smoke. The fact whoever was flying it was still gunning the engines was insanity, and the Barghest it was pursuing had come within lock range. But the hail of machinegun and laser fire continued unabated. The bomber's pilot grinned when he saw his flickering computer screen alert him of a torpedo lock. It was something that the Roanoke would be aware of, much to the horror of Belle's crew that had only just seized the bridge. The tubes for the ordnance slipped open at the exact moment the left engine was torn off. This put the large, jagged hulk of crudely welded steel into an uncontrollable spin. Panicking under the circumstances, the bomber pilot squeezed his controls, firing both torpedoes as a result and in the direction of the three other craft.

A bright flash engulfed the trio, one ship careening out of the blast zone, producing a barely audible thud as it smashed across the Roanoke's upper bow. A trail of parts left in its wake, having fortunately not directly impacted with the ship, for it would have certainly detonated otherwise. The Prosecutor minus the entirety of its nose and lower engine was a bizarre thing to behold, a mutilated wedge currently adrift after having lost all of its momentum on contact.