| Subject: Re: 7th July, 2001, 15:34 |
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Sirius
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Date Posted: 18:02:35 10/26/01 Fri
In reply to:
Hotshot
's message, "7th July, 2001, 15:30" on 19:55:52 10/25/01 Thu
Laydon pulled open one of the pannels in front of him with one hand, using the joystick to avoid white-hot blasts of plasma with the other. Out popped something like a laptop computer. Laydon typed on the keyboard, and the stats of his foe's ship came up. "Hmmm." He pressed [ESC] and typed and the same view as that on his HUD appeared. He tapped his fingers around the ship in the center of the screen and and plasma bolts, laser blasts and electro-frags (small red balls of energy that explode into a dozen pieces of shrapnel-like plasma) flew of to where he'd tapped, effectively trapping the Heavy Fighter. Laydon locked a plasma missile onto the ship with no intention of firing. The pilot of the Heavy Fighter now had to choose between shot to hell or a big, green explosion engulphing his engines and killing him. Laydon knew what his foe would choose. The heavy fighter broke away, into a rain of energy bolts, and sustained large amounts of damage. Now the ship was crippled, Laydon hit [ESC] and sent a hail of plasma through the ship's hull, transfiguring it into a ball of unimaginably hot flames and thick, poisonous smoke. "Hot dog!" Laydon cheered as he strafed to avoid the flaming wreck. Then he looked at his radar. "Hotshot, my man," he radioed, "I got some weird shit on the radar. I hope to God it isn't what I think it..." his voice trailed off for a minute, then returned grave, quite and husky. "Mother of God..." he croaked, "that's a fucking UPL Frigate. ETA approximately 5 minutes... and it'll take 10 for the backup to get here. My God. My fucking God."
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