RUN AWAY!

[Eppy]

The spare reconniasance Saber shot like a chicken out of hell towards the Fantasia, now fully operational, some twelve missiles of various types trying to put holes in it. The countermeasures seemed not to be working well today; the seekers were avoiding them like a cat near water.

"Moooooomyyyyyyyyyyyy..." Eddie whined.

"Fantasia, rotate ninety degrees and open the bay doors!" Willow screamed into the comm. "This is gonna be rough! And were the hell is my cover fire!? These things hurt when they hit you, you know!" He threw the ship into a tight port roll, another Nova missile flying in between the wing-struts and the hull.

"It's coming, Willow, it's coming, we just got the damn flak cannons online. Stand by..."

And on that note, several flak shells arrived in a very timely fashion some hundred meters behind the Saber, detonating and vaporizing the unpleasantly sticky missiles with extreme prejudice.

"HEEE-OW!"

"Shut up, dammit!"

The Saber smashed into the opposite side of Fantasia's bay, flaming fuel spraying everywhere as the nose compacted and the cockpit canopy blew off, flinging the ejector seat upwards.

"Ouch." Willow picked himself up, dusting off his shaggy red hair, as two hot female ensigns carried the shivering Eddie away.

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Quick comment - we thought that Panzer was the Leader, Swift. -Agmen

Which Dreadnought was that?

One of your nine.