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Murderer's Row; Legends in the making
Topic Started: Jun 15 2008, 06:51 PM (2,934 Views)
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Only for a second.

What the hell?!?!?! he thought as he zipped right through Alson's decoy. He'd seen decoy technology before, though he'd never encountered anything on this level.

"Gotta be some kind of holgraphical shit," he muttered to himself. He was just about to spin the Phaeton around when his instruments started screaming at him. He'd been locked on. EMP proximity bomb, according to the sensors.

Ronnie did a hard bank to the left, dodging the bomb by several feet. EMP proximity bombs were a common ship weapon, most often used by High Orbit and Deep Space Patrol ships as a non-lethal option to take down rogue ships. If you were quick enough, they were fairly easy to avoid. Of course, you had to have plenty of notice before going into evasive maneuvers, or else you'd get caught in the blast radius. Ronnie was just a second too slow, getting caught right on the edge of the blast.

The gunship shook violently and the warning klaxon sounded, telling him that his shields were down. The EMP had done a number on his shields, paralyzing them momentarily. F@#K!!!

No matter. Time to suck it up and respond in kind.

He spun the ship around, firing up his thrusters and reappearing right on Alson's tail. This time, there was no doubt that this was the real thing and not a decoy. His shields were still down, and they would be down for a while. Still, he couldn't let that deter him. He fired a Viper missile as a warning shot.

I'm puttin' this right up your ass.

Of course, what Ronnie considered a warning shot and what everyone else considered a warning shot were light years apart. In his mind, a warning shot was one that didn't outright kill you. The missile scored a direct hit. It didn't damage the ship itself, but Alson would find his shields just as depleted as Ronnie's were at the moment.

"HOW YA LIKE ME NOW BITCH?!?!?!!?" Ronnie shouted into the comm, taunting Alson and Jenosa. Clearly, he was out of his mind. He started firing his his chain guns and ion cannons furiously, peppering the other ship with blasts and bullets.

Oh, it was on now.
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Twilight had been flying his ship down towards the planet casually, he was in no rush and infact if the other hunters located the targets before him that would save him the trouble. He watched as several of what he assumed to be the hunters ships passed him by and then went down towards the planet, he made sure to keep them in his sights atleast.

When the darkly colored alien ship entered the skies above the planet Twilight noticed how each hunter seemed to be doing their own thing, wondering slightly if this "Ronnie Black" would pose a problem already. Although he was not afraid of the man, while Twilight himself was a prety inexperienced pilot he had good instincts and quick reactions, not to mention that his ship had a shield made by the Luminoth and powered by its "light of aether" core.

Lowering the ship without any rush Twilight watched through the ships window and on the radar and other displays while doing so, mostly to keep track off the other hunters, however suddenly another ship appeared on his radar from nowhere, and when he looked down towards it he noticed it was a black fighter of some kind, and it was heading straight towards what he assumed to be one of the other hunters ships. 'Guess that must be him...' He thought, redirecting his ship directly towards the man and putting the thrusters at full, there was a bit of distance between them however so it would most likely take a little time.

While Twilights ship was accelerating towards the two fighters below him, he watched as they were about to collide, but just before they did the hunters ship did... Something... And suddenly the two collided with no effect, and merely a few moments later an EMP missile came from behind Ronnie's ship, the man almost avoiding it. 'Seems his shields got taken out, perfect.' Twilight thought as he directed his ship around again, still falling but making it more upright to control it better. Right afterwards Ronnie fired a missile towards the hunter, and then began yet another collision course with the ship, thats when Twilight acted.

Still falling at high speed Twilight came down inbetween the two ships, stoping nearly instantly with its left side turned towards Ronnie. If the man continued his crazy attack he'd run smack into the Ing's shield set too 100% towards him.

OOC: Quick post, hope it makes sense xD
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Asakero could hear everything the demented pilot's mind was spewing out. If he had a mouth, he would have cracked into a grin when he felt Ronnie's frustration at having no shields. He wanted his target alive, so he'd have to stop Twilight's vessel from destroying the Phaeton.

Outside the ship, the crackling electricity the flare emitters were producing disappeared, to be replaced by a blinding white light as Asakero activated one of the light crystals the Luminoth had given him, feeding its energy directly into the weapons. A beam of light connected the two emitters, and a burst of light energy slammed into Twilight's ship.

The two conflicting sources of light energy caused Asakero's light crystal to burn itself out, but in doing so it would temporarily overload Twilight's shield and shunt him out of the way. Now, Asakero turned his attention to Ronnie and Alson. If he didn't act quickly, Ronnie would shoot them down. However, the Corsair's flare had shut itself down momentarily, so he'd have to rely on the ventral turret.

Positioning the Corsair above and behind Ronnie's vessel, the turret launched a single orb of blue-white plasma towards the rear of the ship. If the shot made contact, it would quite easily reduce the Phaeton's engines to a crumpled mess.

He'd be useless to him and the hunters if he was dead.
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Attentions folks, good Alson here to say something. I spy, with my little eye, a black ship possibly hiding under all of our radars. Bear some caution. In fact, I think curiosity has gotten the better of me. We’re going to go play a little ‘chicken.’

That was the message Falcon got through his system before the dogfight started. Before he could react to it, he felt a shockwave from an EMP, temporarily shutting down his stealth system and forcing it to reboot. He growled as he tried to get in touch with Jessie.

“Jessie!” he shouted over the COM, heading to where he had last seen her signal. “Do you read me?”

There was static over the communication lines, meaning that neither he nor she could get in touch, which meant she could be in trouble. The fight ensued between the one he had to guess was Alson’s, which gave him an opening to dive in. It wasn’t the best distraction, but if that ship could be taken down, then they would have one less problem to deal with. The Falcon Flyer was not meant for dogfights, but had minimal combat capabilities, enough to disable to flee. No doubt that if he felt the shockwave, she would have also.

“This is Firebird to all hunters,” the COM chirped out to the others. “Proceeding to pick up Fledgling from freefall.”

Meanwhile, Jessie continued her decent, marking several other ships with the remaining rounds she had. Including the black ship that had pulled away from her to check something out, she had managed to tag ten ships in the area, but as she began to hit the 2000m mark, she checked her altimeter. However, the digital screen was blank.

“Oh shit…” she muttered. “What the hell happened?!”

She tried to bring in the mechanical wings, but nothing on her system was responding. There was only one choice now, but it would have to be a gutsy move on her part. If she pulled too early, the altitude would dry the feathers and cause her to tumble without a safe means of landing, but if she pulled too late, she would end up crashing into a building, or far worse, not have enough leeway to adjust out of the tumble and land in the ER or even in the ground. She had never been in such a predicament and was hoping that her big brother was there, but as of now, she was not sure if he was tracking that black ship or coming after her. Either way, she was now on her own and had to deal with her problems on her own.

She eased her spiraling to a slower spin until she managed to straighten herself out, but her trajectory now was towards the sea as opposed to the cliffs. If anything, she could survive the dive, but coming up from it would be difficult with that much weight. Then again, she if landed on the cliffs, she could slip into the city and get familiar with it, playing scout before her brother arrived. However, just as she was about to pull the ripcord, she could see the blue and gold ship in the distance coming at her.

Jessie threw herself into a flaring position, her body parallel to the ground while she spread out as much as she could to try and slow down. She knew exactly what to do as she saw a small hatch open on the rooftop of the craft and eject a handlebar attached to a tether. It was similar to the skyhook technique, but instead of being picked up from the ground, it was being pulled down into the ship while in the air. She felt the tug and grunted as she held on, the tether slowly shortening as she continued to check her altimeter. Something had crashed it, and she wanted to know what. Hooking herself to the roof, she pressed herself against the surface of the ship as it doubled back to the dogfight that was starting to get hot. A panel opened on the side of the tether, revealing a COM system. The lieutenant quickly pulled out the cord and attached it to her system.

“Falcon, what happened?” she demanded, rebooting her instruments. “My altimeter shorted out.”

“As did my stealth and shield,” he replied as the craft’s stealth was starting to kick in. “Someone dropped an EMP, and the shockwave temporarily disabled the systems. Didn’t think it would get you that far, but shockwaves are shockwaves. Thought you needed a little help.”

Inside, Jessie was both glad and frustrated at the same time. She had her own idea, but at the same time, she was too unsure as to what to do. She beat herself mentally as they drew in close, and that was when it clicked that it was the first bird she tagged. Her altimeter finally rebooted and she waited until she was within range. She could easily snipe it from here, cracking the windshield to give a fair warning before she loaded one of her eight explosive rounds to damage the crack further, but as the dogfight continued, she waited patiently to take to the air again, this time, without the use of mechanical wings but rather her own. She would deal with the dryness later, but right now, she wanted a kill.

“Falcon, where are my daggers?” she growled, looking at another hatch.

“Loading them into the left port,” he replied, attaching a box to the lift. “Loading your talons too if you want to actually dig in, if you know what I mean.”

The lieutenant grinned at the thought of her melee weapons as she armed herself with the daggers into her belt. The Midnight Talons were her deadliest melee combat weapon next to Yin and Yang. Mimicking the talons of a raptor, three huge claws, each about three inches in length, were strapped to the boot while her hands were incased in a glove with metal claws about four inches long, the entire set made of aluminum for weight with a carborundum core and outer layer for durability. She strapped these on and waited as they pulled forward towards the fight, her whole system finally rebooting and the wings reacting as needed. She noticed that Falcon had loaded another box into the same hatch, this time a box of minor explosives, nicely shaped adhesive charges that could pop a seal around a windshield given that there was enough. She knew exactly what to do with these and placed them into her pouch.

The Falcon Flyer waited for the flare that erupted from Asakero’s ship to hit or miss before planning to take a loop upside down over the black ship, Jessie dropping down like a white bat upon a giant black mouse. Falcon quickly cut off the communications line as he knew she was giving out her warcry, ready to sink her massive talons into the steel flesh to tear it apart.
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The Arctic Storm started to break through the atmosphere of Alpheus III, the ship decellerating for as slow a descent as possible. Travis sat in the cockpit, reviewing the multiple bounties and pondering his options. All the men on the bounty were dangerous, clearly, and all were certainly experienced criminals. But, who to go after first...?

Galen Murphy or Nick Scanlan would probably be the first on his list to hunt down. Murphy was too dangerous to be allowed to run loose for too long, given his credentials… he likely had both the aptitude and training to rival even a hunter. And he almost certainly had advanced training with weapons. Scanlan also held a high risk, and given McManus’ description of him as the point man, it clearly meant that the former Federation marine held both not only a risk to their informant Chastain, but he clearly was a wellspring of leadership.

Jimmy Vega would probably be the third on Travis’ list. He wasn’t concerned so much about his threat, but he would watch this one. There was no way of knowing how Vega thinks, what he knows, or how adept he is. What would probably make him a threat would be his arsenal and probable connection to the criminal underworld. Then again, now that he thought about it, Vega was probably just as dangerous to Chastain as he was to anyone involved in the whole matter. Perhaps, as things change, the priority on Vega’s bounty would rise.

Ronnie Black… with the exception of his piloting skills, could be considered the easiest bounty. Most would probably be hunting him first, considering he was likely to be the least dangerous to subdue. The problem, of course, laid in the fact that Black was probably not wondering the streets… and was, as McManus had said, likely near or within a ship…

And that was when it occurred to Travis that he probably should be paying attention to what was going on near his ship. And just in time too, as a message came over the COMM:

"Attentions folks, good Alson here to say something. I spy, with my little eye, a black ship possibly hiding under all of our radars. Bear some caution," and then he added, "in fact, I think curiosity has gotten the better of me. We're going to go play a little 'chicken.'"

That was enough to prompt Travis to prep the Arctic Storm for aerial combat. As the Arctic Storm continued its descent, he noticed a flash of light below. Thankfully, his ship was still quite a distance from it, but nevertheless, he had seen it.

“What the heck was that?” He said aloud to nobody in particular, checking the sensor readings. The systems had detected a surge in electric-magnetic energy in the air below the vessel… an EMP? Why would somebody fire ordinance like that off, much less on a planet with a civilian population? Curious, he slowed his speed slightly, so as to avoid possibly having his own systems disrupted until the atmosphere was a little more settled. Unless…
“Computer, have any of the radars picked up any ships which aren’t visible on most of the settings?”

[NEGATIVE, SIR.] a bodiless, mechanical voice chimed back.

He probably had to fly in closer… and just in time too to see what appeared to be a missle begin trailing a vessel which Travis had a sneaking suspicion belonged to Alson. Black was clearly not flying without some dangerous equipment. He watched as the dogfight started to grow more intense, with Black being more and more outgunned as it drew out. Just then, as he began to close in closer to the fight he saw a ship most would recognize…

(The Falcon Flyer!... who’s that woman?) He thought to himself as he barely saw the shape of what appeared to be a woman pull itself on top of the vessel, clad in white. Why would there be a woman on the Falcon Flyer? And then, that was when something… clicked in Travis’ memory. A menacing shadow… an injury… a roar… and a face to match all flooded back to him. Why didn’t he recognize who that person was before then?

“Jessie Falcon!? Wait… that must have been her I saw earlier then!” He said aloud, again to nobody in particular as he saw her form disappear with a leap off the grand ship.

As the dogfight heated up, Travis drew in close, positioning himself above the black hostile vessel belonging to who he assumed to be Black at an angle of 6 o’clock high, just close enough to have an advantage over the marked man if he decided to fire upon someone.

“All hunters, this is Deadeye. Cease firing, we may have a human attempt to disable the vessel on the horizon.” He said over the encrypted channel to warn the others.

(OOC: Edited because Jimmy is not connected to criminal UNDERWEAR. )
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(OOC: I know I should try to keep things simple, but this will be simple. At least compared to some of the other explanations I've done so far. Plus the situation doesn't completely fit Alson's professionalism XD. That, and I just like coming up with funky phenomenon foo-hoo that I just have to document XD.)

Proximity EMP Shunt bombs was quite popular to hunters in the Confed space for a few good reasons. One, because they were quite, obviously, effective in taking out an enemies shield. There was no need to worry about ammunition since the weapon's system converted the generated energy into the actual bomb. Oh, they were designed not go off like nuclear bombs or other regular EMPs bombs did, flying off nasty shockwaves that affected electronics in a large radius. Hence a pilot wouldn't have to worry about getting his equipment screwed up so long as he wasn't too close to the impact radius.

And by all intensive purposes, both Jessie and Falcon had been quite far from the impact zone (OOC: And by decent, I wanted to actually mean small. Maybe something as a big a C4 going off). However, reality does have a tendency to glitch, as an extremely sporadic phenomenon, dubbed “Event Displacement,” occurred; this often due to the quantum decoy’s presence. Take a normal video game glitch where an explosion is ‘supposed’ far away form you, but you still get hit; same thing happened here, where a part of the EMP explosion ‘occurred’ around Jessie and Falcon. On the surface, this doesn’t make sense, but quantum mechanics shouldn’t make sense anyway.

In any case...

"SHAFTED!!" Alson shouted, laughing as his bomb had done the trick. "I love doing that."

"No kidding," commented Jenosa with smile on her. While admittedly ship-to-ship dog fighting did not appeal to her, she had to hand it to man for the trick he had pulled off. "I think he's going to be mad as a hornet-

She barely had time to finish her sentence when a small but definable klaxon blared, and was quickly followed by the ship shuddering. She grimaced while Alson barely did, actually, he laughed, going, "Yes, it seems like he is, ha-ha." There wasn't even the slightest hint of worry in his face, despite the fact that a significant 30% chunk of their shields taken off; nor the fact that weapons fire that was peppering them. Alson was in his zone, having been through these sort of situations thousands of times; he knew that bounty hunting had is risks and close calls for death.

Jenosa on the other hand was different. Fighting with her own body, hands and feet was something she looked forward too, but being caught in a ship being unable to anything much really unnerved her; like she didn't exactly have control of the situation.

"That ass sounds like he's full of himself," she snarled when Ronnie blasted over the intercom.

"Ha," Alson scoffed, "we could be too. Gotta give the man some credit, especially with what he's doing now; even if his taunting can be all for nothing. Now, alls I gotta do is return the favor and- eh!?"

Alson blinked at what his instruments were reading, and Jenosa immediately caught on as well. There was a ship that was trying to get in between them and Ronnie. It was obviously one of the hunter ships, none of them needed any verification. But…

“Is that guy CRAZY!? Does he think he’ll be able to stop Ronnie like THAT!?”

“He must be,” Jenosa commented.

They then came to witness the little situation that unfolded with entry of the next, very odd ship. They weren’t quite sure what happened, but Alson liked how the new arrival (The protoss) was aiming for the engines and not just any part.

But the biggest surprise came when the intercom crackled, announcing that someone was actually going to attempt to disable the ship as a person. They both held incredulous expressions, and they quickly managed to locate the human person in the air. Zooming in, Alson spoke, “Cripes, that person better be good what she doe- wait, isn’t that the woman who was with Falcon?”

"Yeah, Jessie I think her name was. She must be using some kind of gliding apparatus, from the looks of it. That must be some pretty neat toy."

“Shit!” Alson exclaimed.

“Huh?”

“This is gonna be a bit of a problem. I wanted to get Black with Post-It mines before his shields went up, but I can’t risk firing them with her there.”

“So what are you going to do?” Jenosa asked.

“Turn around, prep another EMP shunt bomb, and have a little hope.”

EDIT: (OCC: Jessie pointed out to me that her character still has the mecha wings on, so apologies if there were any confusions with this post.)
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Ronnie pulled off some acrobatic (some might say suicidal) moves to avoid the latest salvo. Weapons fire was coming at him left and right, and as if that weren't bad enough, yet another ship had joined the fray. At this rate, he wouldn't be surprised to see the entire 101st suddenly on his tail.

He was outnumbered and outgunned. This was starting to look like it would be over very, very quickly unless he did something about it. Something drastic. Of course, Ronnie was no stranger to drastic moves. He had once intentionally flown into an asteroid field when he couldn't shake off a GP Deep Space pursuit, something he'd seen Harrison Ford do in an old science fiction movie. It worked pretty well, although his own ship got more than a little banged up in the process. Still, as crazy moves went, that one was pretty mild.

The dogfight had been moving farther and farther out into the ocean as it dragged on. What Ronnie needed to do is get back to dry land. He pulled a sharp turn away from the Arctic Storm, which was headed right for him, and made a beeline for the shore.

That's right f@#kers... c'mon and chase me... I want you to chase me.

Ronnie could see the cliffs looming up ahead, and he dipped closer and closer to the surface of the water. The waves were rough today, and of course the rocky shoreline was as jagged and unforgiving as ever. He made another sharp turn as he approached and flew parallel to the shore, hugging the treacherous cliffs as closely as he dared.

It was a risky move. The shoreline was uneven, which would force the pilots to be incredibly precise in their maneuvers, especially if they wanted to keep up with Ronnie, who was flying at a very dangerous speed. If they were just a hair off, they could end up plowing right into the solid rock face. And even if they proved nimble enough to avoid crashing into the cliffs, this sort of flying wasn't good for any pilot's blood pressure, no matter how skilled.

Ronnie checked his sensors. Seemed as if his gambit was paying off. The bounty hunters were being cautious as they pursued him, giving him his cue to fire up those Eradicator thrusters that excited him so much and leave these bastards in the dust.

And that's when he heard a dull *thud*. Something - or someone - had just landed on top of his gunship.
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((OOC: Sorry for the waiting... Hectic now that I'm back in school. Adjusting to the new schedule... >_<;;; Hope this is ok))

After much counter-evasion to keep up with their first target, the Falcon Flyer finally approached and dropped its package. The predator had found her mark, and the claws dug deep into the metallic flesh, the carborundum surface scraping against the black bird’s surface. The wings were spread out as though hiding the prey from the others but at the same time, it was also to keep her from flying off forcefully. She slammed hard on to the surface, almost having the wind knocked out of her, but still, she hung on.

“This is Firebird to all friendlies,” Falcon chirped on the private frequency. “The Fledgling has landed. I repeat, the Fledgling has landed. Advise that all actions taken until prey has been stripped should be cautioned.”

Jessie growled as she pushed herself up on to her elbows against the smooth black matte surface and freed one of her hands from the claws, producing one of the many small charges from her pouch. She quickly stamped the first one into one of the holes she made and slipped the glove back on, now making her way towards the cockpit with each gouge. For sure, she would have to avoid the engines as much as possible. If she remembered correctly, they could easily melt the charge, if not set them off unexpectedly. This she had to keep in mind. She stuck the next few adhesives along the proverbial spine of the ship, as well as the crucial stress points of the jointed areas. She even had the gall to climb further towards the front and peered through the window, glaring at the pilot within as she stuck a few more of these tiny explosives to the edge of the windows.

She grinned as these little sticky tabs were glued on and she slid back to her original position. The tabs were armed and she looked behind her. The engines were roaring as she felt the tremor of the craft, waiting for the right time to release her grip. The wings were lifted just slightly and she let go, rolling with the turbulence, but this was a mistake.

The lieutenant had rolled too close to the middle instead of to the side and was caught in the wake of the engines, sending her into a chaotic tumble. What was more was that the heat had fused the tiny wires that worked the hinges together, making it impossible to move them. They were in a position that were completely useless for flight. Fumbling with the straps to the point of frustration, the talon broke through the safety restraints, the useless pack now tumbling in midair while the diver was wingless and without a parachute. No choice now and no room for mistakes, she stripped off the white diving suit, revealing a black jumpsuit, but with this was a pair of black wings that unfurled and sent the diver into a stoop before flaring open to steady herself and try to slow down with a flurry of feathers in her wake. The helmet was still intact, which meant 'Firebird' saw everything that had happened. She had a feeling that he was not going to be too happy about this and expected to be chewed out when they were in the clear. This was going to be interesting to explain to the others.

Falcon turned on the monitors for the stickies she had placed on the ship and began to flip the switch on each one. Even if the guy was to get away, he wouldn't get far with the amount of hull damage he would take. With that in mind, his thumb pressed down one of the buttons on the side of the console, setting off the first set that were on top. The windows would wait if he tried anything dicey.

"Give it up, Black!" the hunter warned. "You're about useful as a raptor with clipped wings now!"
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OOC: Sorry for the time it took, had trouble thinking out a response and I'm not entierly sure about this either, but I guess I have to post something.

Twilight was bracing for the impact that would come in just a few seconds, however the impact he had expected did not come from Ronnie's ship crashing against his shields, instead it turned out to be something else. Twilight snapped his head towards the direction of Asakero's ship, though he could not see it due to the wall that was in the way. Had he just felt... No, no that was impossible... But then it happened, a beam of light energy hit the shields of the 'Lightbringer', causing a brilliant display of colors for a moment before the shield seemed to disappear as the ship was shot backwards, however for a moment, the area on the ship behind where the light energy had hit the shields had turned a golden yellow, with signs of rust or decay around the edges, but only moments later the darkness that covered the ship creeped back.

Inside the ship Twilight had been thrown out of the seat and onto his back on the floor, the sudden surge of light energy had caused him to lose focus and, in a sense, panic. But as a warning lamp inside the ship began to flare and text started scrolling over the screen Twilight heaved himself up on his feet and took a few quick steps to the control console. [WARNING: Light Energy Core critical, Shield Failiure, Stabilizers Failiure, Engines Unstable.] Even as he read the warning message that was continuosly looping over the screen, with more detailed information following each one, he realized he needed to do something quick or he would crash. 'Damn it, this is impossible, how could someone here have light technology!?' Twilight thought, his frustration becoming apparent when a hiss escaped his suit. The entire ship was run by the energy core, but luckily there was always a small amount of energy left in reserve, otherwise the core would have become completely useless now, but it was still not enough to keep the ship upright...

From the outside, it would seem that the ship was merely pushed back by the beam at first, but after not slowing down and starting to tumble uncontrollably it would become apparent something was wrong, and though Twilight did his best to stabilize the ship and keep it up, it was far too complicated for someone with his limited flying experience. While still falling faster and faster, Twilight was able to get the ship to stop its mid-air tumble, barely getting the ship to be upright with the back end slightly closer to the ground below than the nose. Then he directed all available power to the thrusters, blasting away with as much as the ship could handle. Though it became apparent the ship was slowing down, it was now far too close to the planet to stop the impact, even if it would not be completely destroyed. Twilight hissed loudly as he braced for the inevitable impact.
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"Give it up, Black! You're about as useful as a raptor with clipped wings now!"

The voice boomed through his speakers at the same time a small explosion blew a hole in the Phaeton's roof. Ronnie turned his head to survey the damage. There was someone up there, hanging on the hull. He didn't know who it was or how in the hell they had gotten there, though at the moment he was more concerned with getting them off.

He drew his pistol and fired wildly at the person hanging on the ship. He didn't score a hit, and succeeded only in sending a few bullets ricocheting around the inside.

"YOU WANT ME? COME AND GET ME!!! he shouted, continuing to fire aimlessly.

(OOC: Guys, this would be your cue to go and get him ^_^ )
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