I think, therefore I kill.

[Aphil]

The Raven Talon swooped into Sigma-13, past the Yanagi Debris Field finally arriving several kilometers away from the Gas Miner Naha.

Inside the Raven Talon, a ship that was cold, and metal, and a little bit evil, kind of like it's pilot. A-55 made several rapid calculations. Wasting no time, A-55 plotted a course for Sigma-19. Most organics would consider the system quite beautiful, A-55 on the other-hand, found it to be merely a point of space that needed to be crossed in order to reach his objectives.

Flying around the dangerous Twin Suns of Sigma-19, dodging asteroids and avoiding detection. A-55 reached his destination. In front of him lay the Jumphole for Omicron-Beta. A system notorious for it's asteroid fields and radiation. Such conditions made it nearly impossible for capital ships to patrol the system, which was beneficial for A-55. A-55, performed a sensor ping, but as expected, it proved generally ineffective given the Nebula and Asteroids. While the Raven Talon was a fine ship in it's own right, it simply lacked the sensor packages to effectively deal with such a scenario.

A-55 didn't have to wait long, however. Closing in on him was a flight squadron of Outcasts bearing down on his position. Wasting no time, A-55 activated his weapons systems, targeting one of the Sabre's, his weapons tearing through space as his Codename: IRON HAMMER's tore the Sabre to pieces. If a Droid could feel pleasure, then A-55 would certainly be feeling it right now. He switched targets, repeating the action while gracefully barrel rolling out of the way of an incoming Mini-Razor. Another Sabre down, yet another kill to claim for his payment.

The other Sabre's seeing that they inflicted almost no damage to A-55's Raven Talon, began to retreat. Of course, A-55 wasn't about to let a paycheck get away that easily. Plotting an intercept course, A-55 managed to get within optimal fire-range, letting loose several rounds. To his pleasure, one of his IRON HAMMER's struck a fleeing Sabre's engines, rendering it immobile. A-55 decided to let the others go, moving slowly towards his now incapacitated prey. Moments before finishing it off, however, A-55 detected a patrol in the distance. This time, it bore the marks of a GMG Task Force and it was closing in fast.

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