David Chambers teased the gloves off of hands while singing a jaunty tune. His scarred bomber was currently being towed from the inner lock of Ouray's current position, one of the finer bases that he'd seen employed in months. Soon Jack's sodden self would be following along with Caleb, the fellow knight of whom he'd heard but never had the pleasure of knowing. Walker, unfortunate soul, was resting comfortably within the hold of his ship.
Fortunate then after all, the evening would doubtless have gone a bit different if not for his piloting.
Disengaging himself from his ship as a team of flight mechanics proceeded to strip her asunder to find which of her guts might need replacing, David opted to head up to whatever pressurized corner of the heap he was to spend the evening served as a bar.
Grabbing a wobbly chair in a moodily lit portion of the bar, he first pulled out a flask followed by a datapad. Pulling a long draw he settled his spine into the unnatural contortions that the rickity seat presumed to think was the intended shape of the human body. With a fiery belch he activated the pad and jotted down the events of the evening.
David "Copperhead" Chambers after action report.
Ah, I launched from reserve status following Ouray's reception of a general distress call from the New York system, where Jack 'Tar and another pilot, both of the Serpentis wing, were caught in combat with a combined force of Police, Naval and Security Force pilots.
I intercepted the melee just beyond the detection of Newark Station in time to witness the destruction of the other pilot's vessel... Ah, Jack seemed, er, disorien. Was having technical difficulties due to damage incurred. *"Was drunk as a skunk" David muttered to himself.*
I was able to announce my arrival with the hasty destruction of a LSF vessel at the first pass, to my surprise, which opened up the gates to a furball the likes of which I've not seen in some time.
Jack and I were joined by Walker, of another squadron which I did not secure, and Caleb of the Guard. In the following hour we witnessed the destruction of a number of incoming vessels, from bounty hunter to passing mercenary, all of whom were dispatched with only the eventual loss of Walker's vessel. The pilot was recovered.
Jack and myself, I having run out of ammunition and he of weapons, were able to dispatch a pair of gunboats along with a number of assisted or simply lucky kills on other targets. Walker and Caleb pulled the brunt of the work on the attacking LPI and LN targets, bringing them down stunning fines.
The battle resulted in a roaring success of ourselves, I'm pleased to state, with two gunboats and a large number of fighters destroyed with minimal losses and damage.
