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"Elite, confirm targets and lock," Swassanra said, and checked her
sensors to make sure the other three Banshees nearby were holding
formation. It was an unnecessary gesture.
Swassanra, callsign "Sway," a Caitian, led her team into battle. It was
not the first time. It was likely not to be the last. Banshee Elite
was a flight of four Banshee class heavy fighters crewed by the best
pilots Whitestone Enterprises had to offer, and four of her most senior
test pilots. A few months prior, without warning, they'd been
reassigned to patrol and escort duty for the asteroid-starship Xanadu...
part of a top secret Reorsan Fleet Research and Development program
code-named "Tuberider." It was a dull duty station: Xanadu had been
orbiting the J043 star well within Reorsan-patrolled space for months,
and until today, had shown every indication of remaining in the system
for the foreseeable future.
That had certainly changed today.
"Two, Sierra seven, locked," the Banshee on Sway's starboard confirmed.
That was Claw's bird, piloted by Swassanra's First-Claw, as close as
Caitians came to a mate. The two of them were never separated on the
Hunt.
"Three, Sierra nine, locked," Borg replied from Sway's left. "Borg" was
an Andorian, Soshra, tall, lean, and deadly. Her callsign reflected her
flying style, cold and perfect.
"Four, Sierra five, locked." That was Tanner Kile, flying the aft
element, behind and below Sway. The Caitian guessed (correctly, as it
happened) that Kile was the reason that Elite had been reassigned to
Xanadu. She further suspected that Kile wouldn't be flying much longer;
he'd gotten... not bored with the flying, so much as interested in
moving into something more challenging. "Slap," as Kile was known, was
about to go respectable on the Elites, and take civilian employment. He
was the key flyer assigned to "Tuberider." Claw had taken to giving the
human a hard time about it.
"They're powering up for a run," Slap added. "Same energy signature as
before, when they launched into the anomaly."
"Elite, stand by evasives," Sway said automatically, and was rewarded
with a terse "Two. Three. Four," in response. "Are they firing on us,
or the anomaly?" Sway asked.
"Unknown at this tim-- incoming!"
"Elements, break and attack!" Sway ordered. Claw followed her around in
a spiraling maneuver that took the two of them out of range of the
incoming fire and behind Sierras six -- Sway's target -- and seven. She
sensed rather than saw Borg and Slap breaking in a mirrored maneuver,
Slap covering Borg as Claw covered her. Maneuver complete, Sway found
herself lined up with Sierra six, one of the heavy Xurian fighters and
brought her main guns to bear, obliterating it in three shots. "Banshee
Elite has engaged forward elements," she said calmly into her suit
helmet, reporting back to Xanadu. "Enemy in double-strike formation
attempting to cut our lines along vectors 10-7 and 10-8."
"Roger, Elite," Xanadu replied. "Ravens, you're on maneuver mission,
plug that gap--" There was more, but Sway tuned it out, swinging in
behind another of the fighters. Around her, a dozen other flights of
Spectres and Banshees were also at work, holding a skirmishing line
against the advancing Xur fighters.
"Elements from Tango flight breaking to engulf," Claw's voice said in
her ear as she maneuvered, trying to line up another shot. "Watch your
tail," he said, a half-growl punctuating the statement.
"Banshees Three and Four, move to cover our flank," Sway said in
response, calling the rest of her flight back in, not bothering to
respond directly to Claw's statement. She did, however, risk a look
back and as a result, the image was burned into her mind, forever.
One of the heavy Xur fighters, moving to encircle the lighter, faster
Reorsan craft swung in behind Claw's Banshee and fired... Sway never got
a good look at the weapon. She only saw that a sphere that glowed with
a ghastly light as it enveloped Claw's fighter.
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Defenders Task Group 85.3, "Whitestone" Staff:
Commanding, TG 85.3: RADM Tebrun Lora Kor (Jester)
S-1, Group Adjutant: Capt. Sieven Drexler (Brad)
S-2, Group Intelligence: Capt. Jarod Bentall (Alffred)
S-3, Group Logistics: Cmdr. Savant (Savant)
Commanding, M64 Ground: Brig. Jeremy Ironside (Fraser)
U.S.S. Coronado Crew Roster:
Commanding Officer: Capt. William Daren (Chris)
Executive Officer: Cmdr. Velorna Tal (Aggie)
Chief of Operations: Cmdr. Olme Tlaloco (rev)
Chief Flight Operations: LCdr. Maiko D'Rall (Farrell)
Command Yeoman: PO/1 Zachery Prentiss (Prill)
Battalion Commander: LCol. Jacob Prescot (Prescot)
Flight Leader: 2Lt. Edward Somansky (Somansky)
Flight Leader: 2Lt. Amy Dillon (AlexJenson)
Watch Tactical Officer: Lt. (JG) Derek Canterbury (Spuzzum)
Chief Engineer: Cmdr. Jack C. Farley (CCC)
Assistant Engineer: LCdr. Aramis Skylooker (LewisSharp)
Assistant Engineer: Ens. Brandon Gannsen (Lefty)
Chief Science Officer: Lt. Anna Brooks (Kari)
Chief Medical Officer: LCdr. Rachel Kennedy (Santiago)
Assistant Medical: LCdr. Lauren Dyson (Natty)
On Extended Leave of Absence:
None!
Positions Available:
S-2, Group Intelligence: (---)
Watch Tactical Officer: (---)
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Jester
Rear Admiral Tebrun Lora Kor
Commanding, Defenders Task Group 85.3, "Whitestone"
embarked on U.S.S. Coronado, NCC-97901
http://www.jestertrek.com/coro2400/