(The comment about the smaller fighter's over the top flying only seems to send it into a dizzier display. For a second, there is silence across comms, but it is broken by a shout which sounds to come from a young man.)
-OW LONG have I been muted???
pfff haHAHAHAHA!!
Imbécile.
Fuck offff, both of you! And don't worry about my newtons, Captain, heh. Scouting for a point of entry or somewhere weak in the armor to aim our dragon and get its ass into the spinal corridor. Hoping we can find something in that blindspot you mentioned.
(As the conversation continues, so too do the evasive maneuvers. With spins and twirls and flashes from an interception laser the smallest vessel avoids a hail of gunfire. Streaking along the length of the frigate it precisely seeks out the most dangerously placed point guns to its allies. With each pass they are thrown wildly off mark. Some simply can't resist trying in vain to target the closer fighter instead of its reinforcements, while others appear to become jammed or begin spinning aimlessly. It is a wave of confusion upon the enemies' defenses.)
Hey, there's a lot of these things. If you two plan to take forever, you could at least play some music over comms!
You're so dramatic. Very well, N3. Transmitting to all channels.
//...new transmission received. Accept? (Y/N)//
- Callsigns N3, Paperjam, & Wyrmling -
(Ooc: Sorry for the wait, got really busy irl but I'm still having a lot of fun with this! :D)
The tone of the following message can't seem to decide whether it's amused or annoyed; either way, there's a slight chuckle behind Sadia's voice.
Can't believe you mercs sometimes. I'm fightin' for my life just trying to stay outta gun arcs 'n y'all're out here listenin' to—who is that, San Vier and the Harridans?
Click and she's muted for just a moment to focus on starship-captaining—throwing a repair drone at a CIWS jam, another at an RCS gimbal malfunction, et cetera—then click and she's back on.
Fuckin' batshit, man. Hey, MAC?
AYE, CAPTAIN.
Hard scan our pirate friend, would you? Toss what you get at Serpent's—see if we can help Wyrmling's folks find a way in. Dunno if we'll get any good angles but it ain't gonna hurt to try.
AYE, CAPTAIN.
Oh, and N3, you're the swift, yeah? What's your secret—you got i-dampers or somethin' in there, right? Next-gen crash couch or some shit? That or you ain't human, man, 'cause I ain't seen a spacer born who could pull the g you're flyin'.