Yesterday, 08:22 PM
The battle was not going well. The Inaeiu was gone, and the Aquila and Zephyr weren't fairing too well either. But they were holding their own.
Flints hands hadn't stopped moving as he jinked the ship in almost every direction he could, and probably in several he had no right somehow managing to do.
Os'rusa was centred on the main viewscreen, and she was getting nearer all the time. They'd faced each other enough times now, that he almost felt like he knew how she would react before they did.
“Plot any evasive manoeuvres in a cone that takes you no more than ten degrees off our current course, and then returns to it.” Braggins calmly ordered.
Flint didn't bat an eyelid. He just continued inputting commands focusing his course on a point just beneath their forward spiral wave generator.
He imagined his opposite number sitting at their helm. I'll lead, let's dance...
Flints hands hadn't stopped moving as he jinked the ship in almost every direction he could, and probably in several he had no right somehow managing to do.
Os'rusa was centred on the main viewscreen, and she was getting nearer all the time. They'd faced each other enough times now, that he almost felt like he knew how she would react before they did.
“Plot any evasive manoeuvres in a cone that takes you no more than ten degrees off our current course, and then returns to it.” Braggins calmly ordered.
Flint didn't bat an eyelid. He just continued inputting commands focusing his course on a point just beneath their forward spiral wave generator.
He imagined his opposite number sitting at their helm. I'll lead, let's dance...