"Yeah, well neither does he," Corliss calls down, wiping sweat from his brow as he maneuvers the manual weapons for another round of fire at the Blade Ship.
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"Alright, he's bringing in the big guns. We're out of here, we need to get to the rendezvous point," says Myitt grimly. "Like, really, really fast." She hails The Vagabond. "Gaz, Corliss, whoever this is...set a course for the rendezvous. Corliss will know the coordinates."
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"A bit busy, mate," Corliss replies, marred with static.
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"Oh, now it's your turn? Get your ass to the rendezvous!" Myitt fires up the z-space navigational computer, careening past the Blade Ship and losing part of the Cruiser's forward shielding in the process.
"We can't take another hit like that," Myitt tells her comrades. "Look at him, powering away toward his fleet. He wants us to follow him. Buckle up, we're moving out again. We can't help anyone at the base, as it stands, not with an entire armada in the way. Wave goodbye to Seran everyone!" She shakes her head as she pilots the ship away, still plotting the z-space course.
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"Gerard?"
No answer.
"Come in, Gerard?"
Reven's ship was coursing away from the disabled Imperial ships near the remains of the base, with Gerard's ship in tow.
<Maybe he hit his head?> James offers.
"There's no way to tell, I can't even get a reading on his ship's life support. These shuttles are so crude," Reven murmurs irritably. "I am picking up something up ahead...some distance away..." He peers at a screen, scrolling text in Galard.
<A Blade Ship, a Cruiser, and...what the hell are those things?>
"Mmmh, all Imperial, except for those strange new ships," Reven muses. "They're too far away to get a clear signal."
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Myitt pauses in her inspection of the navigational screens. She leans forward, eyeing them again, double checking the signal.
Then, she hails the functioning Skrit Na fighter. "Who is this?" she cautions in Galard.
After a moment, "Myitt?"
She sits back, eyes wide, recognizing the ship's signal. "Jesus, is that you, Rev? Is it really you? What the...what in the christ are you doing! GET! ON! THIS! SHIP!"
"Good to see you, too," Reven replies, punching the little craft as fast as it can go with Gerard's ship attached. "Pretty soon we're going to have company. Open the docking ingress."
"Uh, yeah, if you haven't noticed, we already have ****ing company!" Myitt howls.