Gambler
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At first a slow smirk grew on Feron's long though unmistakably handsome face. He continued their gentle cruise until Kam roughly pushed him out of the seat. Smoothly he caught himself on a metal ledge with a slight grunt. What the hell was that for?" He growled angrily, standing up straight. His phrik clawed paws clenched tightly to the point of pain until Kam's words washed over him. "You have to be f'ing kidding me. Again? This is worse than the time you slept with Sal Kor's daughter when he supposedly out hunting. When he came back... you remember? I don't think you would even think about sex for the next year or so. And this! Just like old times." Feron sighed, rubbing his muzzle with the unclad palm of his heavy paw. Quickly he blanked his expression and moved back into the seat.
"He would have spotted us already. Ships send out an automatic friend versus foe tag with identification attached. By now he is manning the turrets and ordering them to fire at will. Holy-!" Feron slammed his fingers into the buttons furiously, a panicked expression on his face. The ship began to fire and three fighters were deployed from the docks. "Hang on! This will be rough!" He all but roared, turning almost on a dime, the secondary thrusters immediately going offline. Primary boosters were already primed and gave them the upwards thrust they needed. Searing hot plasma soared past the shielded window, coming so close that Feron swore his fur began to burn slightly. The ship unleashed another round. And another. Feron rapidly pressed the buttons, struggling to move the ship away from the bolts. And then an alarm blared to life.
"Primary stabilizers down! We've been hit! There's no way to make the hyperspace jump. From this angle the six seconds it takes to prime the drive and initiate launch sequence we would be fried. Shields are down to 77%. Damn! Did you ever think to get yourself stronger shields?!" Feron growled over the alarm. His eyes never left the screen or the ship in front of him as he maneuvered away from the shots. Because of the barrage the deployed fighters couldn't close except by a roundabout, flanking route. Struggling to maintain his grip on the situation, Feron whirled the ship around using port side thrusters. Initiating the primary boosters he sped towards the two other ships. "Let's hope the weapons you had installed are top of the line," He breathed, locking on to the first of the four fighters. Pressing a small red button on top of the control panel, Feron went into a barrel roll as twin bolts of plasma sped towards the ship. Both shots hit, one ripping a large hole in the sparse passenger area while the other tore a piece of the wing off. The fighter spiraled out of control and crashed into the other ship. They collided with a loud explosive bang as both ships went up in flames. And then everything went offline.
"What the hell? No... this isn't possible. Kam, looks like you get to face your fears. They caught us in a tractor beam. But the range of those is only 200 meters. We are well out of that...." He trailed off, head drooping down lower. They had baited him. The fighters were 150 meters away from the ship. To take down the immediate threat to make the hyperspace jump he would have needed to take down those fighters. And if he did that... they would be caught in the tractor beam. "I'm sorry Kam. I... I didn't know they had it all planned out. Like they knew exactly what I would have had to do. But I wasn't following predictable patterns... it was like they had planned for someone with impressive skill... Kam, does anyone else know where you are?" Feron asked seriously, standing up from the pilot's chair.
"Dammit Kam! Weren't you the one who always told me that I was too trusting? Yet somehow you told someone where you were going and this man found out. Dammit! Well, there's nothing to do but wait now. Do you have anything you would like to hide? Us for instance? Or any booze? I need a strong one right now..."
"He would have spotted us already. Ships send out an automatic friend versus foe tag with identification attached. By now he is manning the turrets and ordering them to fire at will. Holy-!" Feron slammed his fingers into the buttons furiously, a panicked expression on his face. The ship began to fire and three fighters were deployed from the docks. "Hang on! This will be rough!" He all but roared, turning almost on a dime, the secondary thrusters immediately going offline. Primary boosters were already primed and gave them the upwards thrust they needed. Searing hot plasma soared past the shielded window, coming so close that Feron swore his fur began to burn slightly. The ship unleashed another round. And another. Feron rapidly pressed the buttons, struggling to move the ship away from the bolts. And then an alarm blared to life.
"Primary stabilizers down! We've been hit! There's no way to make the hyperspace jump. From this angle the six seconds it takes to prime the drive and initiate launch sequence we would be fried. Shields are down to 77%. Damn! Did you ever think to get yourself stronger shields?!" Feron growled over the alarm. His eyes never left the screen or the ship in front of him as he maneuvered away from the shots. Because of the barrage the deployed fighters couldn't close except by a roundabout, flanking route. Struggling to maintain his grip on the situation, Feron whirled the ship around using port side thrusters. Initiating the primary boosters he sped towards the two other ships. "Let's hope the weapons you had installed are top of the line," He breathed, locking on to the first of the four fighters. Pressing a small red button on top of the control panel, Feron went into a barrel roll as twin bolts of plasma sped towards the ship. Both shots hit, one ripping a large hole in the sparse passenger area while the other tore a piece of the wing off. The fighter spiraled out of control and crashed into the other ship. They collided with a loud explosive bang as both ships went up in flames. And then everything went offline.
"What the hell? No... this isn't possible. Kam, looks like you get to face your fears. They caught us in a tractor beam. But the range of those is only 200 meters. We are well out of that...." He trailed off, head drooping down lower. They had baited him. The fighters were 150 meters away from the ship. To take down the immediate threat to make the hyperspace jump he would have needed to take down those fighters. And if he did that... they would be caught in the tractor beam. "I'm sorry Kam. I... I didn't know they had it all planned out. Like they knew exactly what I would have had to do. But I wasn't following predictable patterns... it was like they had planned for someone with impressive skill... Kam, does anyone else know where you are?" Feron asked seriously, standing up from the pilot's chair.
"Dammit Kam! Weren't you the one who always told me that I was too trusting? Yet somehow you told someone where you were going and this man found out. Dammit! Well, there's nothing to do but wait now. Do you have anything you would like to hide? Us for instance? Or any booze? I need a strong one right now..."