!!94V8GGifJkU 12/17/11(Sat)23:46 No.17252652|
“Chill out, I think we’re all right.” You call back to Mika.
“Then why were you screaming?”
A flash of lascannon fire misses the front of your fighter, but just barely.
Heading straight at you, guns blazing, another Talon.
“Shoot at them!” Mika yells up to you.
You don’t know how, so you just start pressing triggers.
The Thunderbolt shudders as it’s autocannons and lascannons open up, sending tracers and flashes of pinkish light out at the enemy fighter. You are missing, by a substantial margin, but the Talon stops shooting and skids slightly to its right.
Right, the pedals!
You jam on the left pedal and it kicks your nose to the left. You haven’t let up on your guns, despite a few warning lights flipping on and a klaxon sounding.
The Talon erupts into flames as the high explosive autocannon shells rake his fuel supply. He pitches up, climbs a few hundred meters, than explodes into shrapnel.
You barely manage to skid the craft with the pedal again, just in time to avoid a hunk of wing that would have sheared off your own.
“There it is!” Mika grabs your shoulder and points to a large bunker laid into the side of a mountain.
“Hold on, we’re going in hot.”
You don’t know why you said that, maybe you thought it sounded cool. What you should have said is “Pray to the omnissiah, because I don’t know how to land.”
You pull back on the thrusters until the engine cuts out, trying desperately to lose air speed.
The belly of the ship touches down, hard, and you are jolted around the cockpit. Your head and neck ache from snapping around.
Thankfully the Thunderbolt is a sturdy craft, because you are only knocked unconscious when it impacts a solid concrete wall.