![]() ![]() The destroyers rusty-red hair billowing in the wind, loose strands caught in her face. ” Dub stated, lightly elbowing Pitomnik in the arm. She was a small thing, with black hair done into two braids that went down to her lower back, whipping away in the ocean winds. “”Ī collective wince passed through the fleet. ![]() Missile Destroyer Gumrak, gave Pitomnik a wide toothy grin as the Frigate slotted into the fleet along the port side. Pitomnik turned onto an intercept course, forming up with the fleet and slotting in next to a friendly destroyer with a mane of wild brown hair, her eyes blazing with excitement and her chest puff out with pride for the fleet. The rest of the Yuktobanian fleet turned slightly to starboard as they approached her, angling towards the enemy vessels. They hadn’t seen any anti-ship missiles launched in their direction yet, and there had been no aircraft diverted to scout the area. Pitomnik and the rest of the friendly fleet were well within detection range for surface search radar. The enemy didn’t seem to know they were there, or if they knew they didn’t react. Taking a quick scan to the left, Pitomnik saw the various hostile contacts steaming along towards the unknown contacts. Upon seeing the five of them wave back, she stepped on the proverbial gas, moving up to 28 knots and closing the distance with the friendly destroyers and corvette. Upon making visual contact with the other five members of the Yuktobanian Navy, Pitomnik threw her arm up an exaggerated wave. Well, at least becoming a shooting star makes for a wonderful cremation. That blue orb, on which everything he knew or ever heard of lived out their lives.Īnyway, I'm thinking that EMP weapons would be far more effective than chemical lasers or coilgun munitions - the stratofighter is on a very precise and easily destabilized trajectory, which can be ruined through (probably not) even a moment's lapse in concentration - knocking out guidance systems means that unless the other party magicked up a way to fly by wire through the exosphere, the other guy's plane is helpless and doomed to be melted to slag on re-entry. Nothing turns a man more loyal than seeing his home from orbit, after all. And completely devoted to peace and prosperity. I reckon any faeries of that breed (astronaut?) will be very mellowed-out. Think of it more like swinging a rock on a string: Accelerate to go upward, decelerate to go downward. The latter of which being nowhere near the turn-and-burn air combat. If Erusia has a space elevator, then we may yet get spaceships. ![]()
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