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Kilgore’s ship had enough firepower to wipe out all three targets before they could register he was on to them.
Two more fighters revealed themselves within sight of Kilgore’s position and opened fire. Armor was decreased on Kilgore's flanks, but his battle-cruiser was nimble, spinning on a gyroscope, allowing him to slide and fire, targeting multiple attackers simultaneously.
10,000 points against the original fighter, 8,974 to the next, and at the same time he crit for double damage against an unassuming cloaked enemy, scoring 14,811 points. A Tarshan that size was five to fifty-five-hundred at best. All three ships left energy clouds in their debris that were sucked into Kilgore’s wings. He regained 420 points and retained 700 on battery.
Two more fighters revealed themselves within sight of Kilgore’s position and opened fire. Armor was decreased on Kilgore's flanks, but his battle-cruiser was nimble, spinning on a gyroscope, allowing him to slide and fire, targeting multiple attackers simultaneously.
10,000 points against the original fighter, 8,974 to the next, and at the same time he crit for double damage against an unassuming cloaked enemy, scoring 14,811 points. A Tarshan that size was five to fifty-five-hundred at best. All three ships left energy clouds in their debris that were sucked into Kilgore’s wings. He regained 420 points and retained 700 on battery.
A larger Tarshan vessel threw off its cloaking and released a cluster bomb. The area-affect weapon tore apart Kilgore’s wings. Nanobots swarmed over the damage, reconstructing the fuselage. Great energy would be expended bringing the ship back to top condition. Kilgore needed to end this fight. Kilgore locked target on the Tarshan.
The helmet of the CybR mapped the environment through sound, sight, and electromagnetism. The targeting systems registered all movements within a fraction of a second, recording each disturbance and playing the sounds back to Kilgore's human brain. Every molecular variance would be assessed and addressed in order of direct threat.
Persistence brought the Tarshan into Kilgore’s firing arc, and he ripped the vessel apart with his cannons. Spectacular fireworks. Dozens of red numbers descended around the Tarshan ship, most sets in the tens of thousands.
Kilgore absorbed the energy from his kill and moved on. No more targets remained. Likely they fled his display of dominance. He couldn’t waste time fighting these pirates, he gained nothing from them. Kilgore set his guidance systems on the beacon. Sita Moon. The Sephiroth insisted she was not far.
Here Kilgore flew into the true wake of the Spidron advance. Sephiroth showed him behind the swarm. For the first time he saw stars, single pinpricks of light, but they multiplied as he flew. The closest hung in regions even the Imperator did not venture.Kilgore relied on his high-powered lamps to keep asteroids out of his path. The lamps drained batteries unbelievably fast, but Kilgore had no choice. He was flying at speed that would obliterate him should he strike a rock even a quarter of his size. Gaseous asteroids could not be detected on radar, but could do as much damage as quickly as a solid rock.
Kilgore passed asteroid fields and dust clouds that had once been planets. He stopped noting the marks of time and saw nothing but cold debris. Battery after backup battery went dead. Sephiroth insisted Sita Moon was just out of sight at all times. Kilgore flew and slept and flew. His supplies dwindled, his ship ran out of fuel. Momentum carried his ship constantly forward in a direct line for the target. He saw not a hint of life, but Sita Moon’s mark on the Sephiroth remained constantly just beyond sight. Kilgore flew on.
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