Cruel Fate

[Heuschrecke]

Fear.

The contact closed down, very hostile and very dangerous. She knew she had met a far more formidable force than she could really hope to beat. It was definitely unfriendly too. Precious moments were wasted while she weighed up her options. Combat was not going to do her so well, judging by the unknown energy readings of the vessel's approach, and there was no help around to support her. Was there any chance of escape? "I've got to try..." Charging. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Engaged.

{INCOMING MISSILE}

A glance over to her ammunition readings told her she had exactly three chances to escape. A quiet breath to herself in order to steady the nerves, and a tap to eject countermeasures with evasive manoeuvres for maximum impact. All three were launched, one after the other. A glance towards what she could see behind revealed that fate had not been too kind. There was no change in its trajectory.

{ENGINES HIT! CRUISE POWER OVERLOADED! ENGINES REBOOT, INITIALISED!}

Trapped. No way out but to fight. The usual trigger-happy lass became nervous, but she flipped her weapons online. A quiet buzzing in the back of her head, a sensation that was not easily described set in, but she paid it no mind, locking onto the target's engines. A single breath in and out, before she squeezed the trigger, not unlike the times before. The bursts hit their mark, but did nothing. She shot again, and again, and again. Nothing. Some kind of unknown shielding. A burst from the opponent and her shields shutdown immediately. She cried out:

”W-what...? No!"

But no sooner had the words left her mouth, did the buzz become a heavy pressure and she blacked out.