The Leaky Pilsner

[Yngen]

Tex was back in his Eagle, 'a workin man's bird,' he would call it. Though the ship itself hardly resembled what came off the assembly lines at DSE, heavy modifications to weaponry and armor gave the ship a decidedly uncivilized look.

Tex had decided the day before to verify for himself the claims of new Xeno firepower in Colorado so he had found his favorite hiding spot 12k out from Ouray and powered down. Earlier on Tex had contacted the Reinlander Olsav, just incase he needed some back up.

With the occasional manual thrust to avoid tumbling house-sized boulders, Tex watched his passive emissions scope for signs of the Prospector. It took several minutes of staring at what seemed to be nothing before Tex switched to an infrared scope mounted in his helmet. There, hugging the Ouray mega-bolder like it was a wort on mommas face, was a fighter, a heavy one by the looks of it. Not moving, no emissions, but no one parks their fighter like that unless they're on the hunt...

"There you are you bugger."

Tex eased his Eagle in closer for a passive scan on the fighter, but just before he reached optimal range Ouray had spun it oposite side towards Tex.

"on the next pass then."

Tex watched the boulder slowly show its far side, then come back to the original side, only this time the fighter was gone.

"Sunofabuscuit, ward u go?"

"BSHHHHH, TEX, THIS IS OLSAV, WHERE'S OURAY?"

"awww jesus keeeri.."

Tex didn't have time to finish his explative, Prospectors heavy fighter buzzed inches past Tex's canopy, blinding Tex's eye's (magnified by the infrared viewer,) momentarily from engine wash.

"Junker vessel, leave now."

"TARNATION!"

Tex leaned hard on his afterburner and peeled out of Prospectors firing arc, still blinking myopicly and seeing spots.

"Olsav come to my signal, cats outta the bag now!"

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[AU]Anton_Blix
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