Three Hour Tour Foxbat 1
Three Hour Tour - Foxbat 1
Summary: Three Hour Tour's events from the perspective inside Foxbat-1.
Date: PHD070 (28 June 2009)
Related Logs: Three Hour Tour - Air Wing & Three Hour Tour - Briefing.

CEC Kharon, Hangar Deck, Hangar Bay 1
IC Time: Post Holocaust Day #70
OOC Time: Sun Jun 28 12:33:13 2009

There's activity here at almost every hour of the day. Impact guns can be heard with their shrieking rumble while crew call back and forth, their voices carrying just above the din of the work here. What's readily apparent is that this is the main Hangar Bay for the Vipers, the distance going back further than the other two Bays which are separated by thick, hydraulically rolled blast doors. On each side of the room, near the Fore end, six Viper tubes are ready for quick deployment of the Kharon's Viper squadron. Lining the rest of Hangar Bay One, each Mark Two and Mark Seven has its own place to be kept with a small red toolchest that holds the minimum of required equipment for quick maintenance.

Along the floor, each individual Viper bay is painted off with a single hashed yellow and black stripe. A deep red line denotes important electrical conduits and access ports just below the deck while a bright blue line follows up walls and across the floor to tell where the Tylium lines run in case of fire. Outlets along the wall for the fuel as well as corrugated rubber piping stand ready for use, fluorescent yellow firefighting gear kept in plain sight for easy access nearby.

Samantha blinks in shock as she sees her bird and swears…"Frak, baby, what'd they do to ya? That's okay… we'll polish your teeth later…" She half chuckles, rubbing the side of her machine…

Indeed. Pilot chaos. Wil's more or less meandering, but he looks deliberate here. Before clearing his throat again, he makes his way towards the Chief momenteraily, delaying his previous trajectory and pulling something out of his notebook that he had stowed with him on the way to the briefing. It's a small, blank book, the kind one uses to store photographs. "Hey. I've been thinking of travelling light these days. I had this sitting 'round. Figured you'd like to have it." And just like that, he sets the item down on one of the crates beside her and turns. "See you later." He says, resolutely as he clomps off towards his previously-chosen(in his own mind) Viper.

Hair now wet from the shower and a cigarette in his hand, Martin moves behind the secured line where smoking can be done. Tossing the cigarette into the bucket of sand, Martin heads over towards Wolf 6. Running his hand down the nose as he stops to climb up the ladder, he stops to watch the crew in motion. "…hell of a day to die, Six…don't you fail me." He says under his breath, dropping into the cockpit and starting pre-flight.

Levesque and a bunch of marines are already assembled here, having done their weapons check and secured all of their gear. Uniformely, they wear assault packs in the same MARPAT as their uniforms, body armour, vests and helmet covers. Right now there's a degree of smoking and joking (off in the safe area to do so). Levesque's lip is packed with a dip.

[Wolf-4: Samantha] Case begins going through her initial interior check, that shit eating grin gone now, replaced by all business and skill. She finally secures her helmet into her flight suit, clicking it shut and giving a thumbs up to the deck crew at her side.

[Foxbat-1: Legacy] Thea goes through her exterior pre-flight check and then the interior, talking quietly with her ECO. She goes through her usual thorough checks before settling in and buckling up.

[Wolf-3: Hale] Hale is already strapped in and going through preflight, as a PO from his air crew is helping him on with a helmet. Once its secure, Rabbit's running through the motions of checking systems and making sure everything is operational for this particular big dance.

Eddie pads into the Hangar, practically at a trot as she heads to her assigned Viper. Then there's a pause in her steps, a glance over to Martin's bird, a quick wink, and then she's back on track.

Levesque and a bunch of marines are already assembled here, having done their weapons check and secured all of their gear. Uniformely, they wear assault packs in the same MARPAT as their uniforms, body armour, vests and helmet covers. Right now there's a degree of smoking and joking (off in the safe area to do so). Levesque's lip is packed with a dip.

George hustles out of the tool room, looking a mite nervous about this whole thing. She has a pack and a kit, as well as duty gear under her orange suit. She heads for Foxbat-1, looking a little tense and slightly flushed.


The Raptor is fairly cramped quarters. A hydraulic hatch over the port wing allows entry, opening into the main body. A bench runs along each side of the ship, with seats and harnesses for eight passengers. The cockpit area at the front contains side-by-side seats for the pilot and co-pilot, along with banks of displays and controls for the avionics and sensors. A large canopy provides good forward and side visibility for the crew.

Clamboring on to the Raptor, Ashe finds himself a nice seat as far away from Dutch as he can possibly get. Looking rather fresh and energetic save for slightly blood shot eyes the Marine is grinning underneath his combat helmet while playing cuddle bunny with his rifle.

Dutch sits quietly after having been loaded up, there's a last check of his dog tags. There's a look given down to Ashe as Dutch is sitting close to the Hatch, as per his role in these things. "What you don't wanna cuddle, Swift?" Comes the Sergeant's bark-its either that, or Ashe remembers how the ex miner gets in these things.

George clambers in with her pack and kit. She glances around briefly, a little wide eyed, and tucks into a seat in the back, next to whomever, then goes about the process of strapping herself in, and then checking the straps about five times.

Thea's settled into the pilot's seat, with Cookies, the ECO in her own spot. "Ladies and Gentlemen," Thea announces, a bit of a smile on her face. "Please buckle up and hold onto your seats. This shouldn't be too bad, but it might get rough. I would prefer that you wait to scream obscenities at me. But if you feel you must, for whatever reason, just remember that whatever happens in Foxbat-1 stays on Foxbat-1."

Nine slips toward the back of the Raptor, crouching down and shoving the larger of her two repair kits over into a recessed space alloted for it, locking it into place before unhooking the mobile toolkit from her back and latching it instead to the base of her seat before she herself settles in and ties herself to the chair, pulling the straps about as tight as they go.

Hearing Legacy up front, Ashe leans forward and lifts a hand in the direction of the cockpit even if the pilot can't see it. "Captain, you sure know how to charm us NCOs. I'll keep the Foxbat-1 rules in mind next time I'm bored." He settles back in to shoot a look down at Dutch and grins further. "I just think it's someone elses turn to hold your hand and hair back while we fly." A low whistle with nods towards the two deck personnel and he wiggles himself further into a seat.

"Can you do me a favor and try not to get shot this time Ashe, I know how much you love bullets." A snicker there from Dutch before he's looking to the assembled Marines. Deep breath and eyes close for a moment. "Roger that Captain..Just bring us in easy. Hate to have any of our technological friends piss their pants.."

[Into the Wireless] Legacy says, "Tinman, this is Black Cat. I somehow suspect your still-ill girlfriend would be highly incensed by you making a date with another woman. Don't make me have to turn the other way when she kicks your ass."

"… pleasedon'tvomitonme." This, Nine's own quietest of contributions to the discussion, aimed, presumably, at Dutch.

[Into the Wireless] Legacy says, "Black Cat copy, Spider. Good luck out there."

"Don't worry, Sarge over there tends to vomit on people he knows, so you should be ok." Ashe reaffirms Nine with a smile as he stays comfortable. "Just for my own curiousity, either of you comfortable with firearms? Or if we get under fire is it a duck and hide thing?"

George crosses her arms over her chest, each hand tucked into a seat restraint strap. She's white knucking like woah. The deckie turns to look over at Ashe as he asks a question about firearms. "… Um."

"I have my sidearm," Nine's voice continues feeble under the Raptor noises and the chatter from the comms. "I have completed the required firearms training," she goes on to say, without actually answering the question.

Dutch is looking back from Nine, a blank, and dead on stare, before he's shaking his head. Eyes flash over to George and then back towards Ashe. "I guess that means they will be ducking and hiding..I hope you both have your issued a pistol.." murmurs Dutch as he leans back in his chair. Eyes closing again, as his face twitches with mild discomfort. "That's comforting."

[Foxbat-1: Legacy] Foxbat-1 settles into formation between Spider and Rebound, cutting easily through space with her precious cargo. Or is that Speshul cargo?

"It's alright Dutch." Ashe comments with a small smile, patting one of his flak pockets. "I brought some back-up just in case."

Nine's black eyes stare straight back into Dutch's, unblinking. Her voice may be on the quiet side, but there's a quiet intensity about her as she replies, quiet, steady: "I'm not going to hide."

Legacy is flying today, with Cookie the ECO in the back seat. "Remind me to pack barf bags next time," she calls back to the Marines, laughing just a little. Then she's back down to business, guiding the Raptor through the darkness of space.

As the vipers clear the Kharon the DRADIS seems clear. Nary a blib to be seen. Looks like clear sailing through to Scorpia. The colony waits, like a long lost lover, beckoning the Colonials home. The problem is the bitch has bodyguards. They just haven't shown themselves yet.

McTiernan has remained silent through the bantering, relaxed in her seat, tightly strapped in. "Some might need it," she calls back to Legs.

Levesque looks over to the LT, giving her a goofy grin. "Good to have you with us, ma'am. Comm checks on the PRRs?"

Dutch glances back over towards Nine and there's a faint smile before he shuts his eyes for a moment. To say that Dutch doesn't like riding wouldn't do the situation justice. He rather hates this part of marine life.

[Wolf-4: Samantha] Case keeps on her course, though she reaches forward, trying to see the readings a touch clearer as they're getting closer to the planet. She closes in just a hint on the Raptor she's escorting. Just in case.

[Into the Wireless] Legacy says, "Copy, Spider. Cycling back to half."

Thea's voice is quiet as she addresses the rest of the passengers. "Ladies and gentlemen, you've heard the com chatter. We're showing something on DRADIS. Make sure you're buckled in tight.

Thea's voice is quiet as she addresses the rest of the passengers. "Ladies and gentlemen, you've heard the com chatter. We're showing something on DRADIS. Make sure you're buckled in tight."

A blip pops on DRADIS. Then two. As the raptors pull ahead of the main body of vipers patrolling the Kharon, it soon becomes obvious that trouble is about to come knocking. The force seems… small. After a few moments of looking, it's clear there are three bogeys coming in hot from high atmo. But are they bandits? As the three pull in, a fourth pops up. Visual confirmation is not difficult to make. They break atmo closer to the Kharon than the Raptors with escort, and come in hot. ETA 2 minutes.

Nine checks with her feet to make sure her kit is still latched to the bench under her. Not that she didn't latch it there herself, but— just to make sure. She knows very well how strapped in she is.

Dutch opens one eye for a moment. Eyes sliding over to McTeirnan, and then he's craning his head to look back towards Ashe, and then over to Pete. A deep breath taken as eyes roll up to stare at the ceiling. He's been strapped in good and tight for a reason. "I hate this part..I hate this part.." is all he seems to mutter, before silencing himself.

Levesque is holding on to his assault pack, with one hand, and his rifle with the other, though it's strapped to his body anyways. He keeps his eyes open, gazing out the cockpit.

Belatedly, George replies, "Yeah, I got mine around here somewheres." That's confidence inspiring. The deck tech continues to white knuckle her restraints. Crewman Nikolai is not a fan of the flying. This isn't her day. She checks them again, testing the buckle. And then she blows out a breath. She sideways glances at Dutch, and grips her restraints a little tighter. "Oh, Gods." She whispers to herself.

[Foxbat-1: Legacy] Thea's raptor continues to soar through space, moving away from the incoming Raiders, getting out of the way of the Vipers. As always, she makes sure her escorts are nearby.

"Look on the bright side." Ashe mutters under his breath. "At least if we crash we can all mock the pilots in the afterlife."

McTiernan reaches out a booted foot to nudge Ashe though she doesn't look at him or even speak to him. Hopefully the nudge is going to be enough.

Legacy clears her throat from the front of the plane. "Thin ice, Swift. Don't make me make you toss your cookies." There's a thin veneer of laughter in her tone, though, as if she's trying to keep it somewhat light. The tension, though, is almost palpable.

Nine cranes her neck at an odd angle as she tries to see… something… anything. From anywhere.

[Wolf-1: Kai] Tension's definitely high, as the escort slips into Scorpia's atmosphere, with those incessant 'pings' coming from DRADIS. Spider keeps his hand closed around the stick, guns only a hairtrigger away as the gravity starts to coax his bird in.

"I can give him a smack for you if you'd like, sir." Levesque says to Legacy. "Or a kick."

[Wolf-11: Willem] Ah, the joy of atmospheric ops. This is more of what Willem's used to though, and to be honest, it isn't massively different than the days of Tauron. Easier than Periander IV, for sure. He keeps a tighter grip as his bird rips into the atmosphere, still on course. His eyes flicker towards DRADIS and navigational altimeter, before doing a quick visual scan.

[Wolf-12: Antioch] Antioch takes a moment to make sure everything is running hot and ready, glancing over the instrument panel. Weapons are live, sensors are sensing, and he's switched his in-cockpit audio from book on tape (a pre-things-go-boom bestseller) to low rock for ambience. Because nothing says 'let's blow the crap out of toasters' like rock n' roll. Yee-haw.

The nudge from McNuggets foot causes Ashe to look from his foot up to the LT, then back down. The urge to make a comment gets bitten down and is replaced with a wiggling further back into his seat.

[Into the Wireless] Legacy says, "Black Cat copy, Spider. ECM suites hot and ready to go on your mark. Swinging around to suppression stance."

[Foxbat-1: Legacy] Foxbat-1 drops further back behind the Vipers, slowly settling into the proper stance in preparation for the incoming bogies.

[Wolf-1: Kai] With a brief glance out his cockpit window to Legacy's raptor still in his sights, there might or might not be a smile behind Spider's helmet. Then he's punching it in ahead, hot and fast. Intent, probably, on drawing the incoming bogies' fire.

[Wolf-11: Willem] And good as his word, Wil brings his bird to bear on Kai's wing, banking a little in the thickening atmosphere and fanning out in formation. There's a certain confident calm about him here. He's in his little situationally-aware happy place.

[Foxbat-3: Timon] Foxbat-3 mirrors her counterpart's maneuver, her forward thrusters firing as she noses up to a forty-five-degree angle before blasting backwards. Her passive scanners begin to tickle the robotic noses of the incoming Raiders, probing for vulnerabilities — anything that might throw them off-balance — that might later be exploited when the Vipers engage.

[Wolf-4: Samantha] Sam barely keeps her eyes on her window now, relying on DRADIS far more than the fogged up eyesight of what is going on through her windows. She flies -just- a bit slower than before, prepping for engagement and making certain that Antioch can remain on her tail comfortably…

[Wolf-1: Kai] Afterburners lit up white, Spider pours on speed and more speed as the fighters streak through pea-soup fog. His eyes flick between DRADIS and his windscreen, hand oh-so-steady on the stick.

Legacy's jaw works slightly. "It's going to be difficult, folks," she says softly. "Just hold on and we'll get through it as quickly as possible."

Dutch is still hanging in there, even if the Corpsman is sweating a bit more. A nervous shift in his seat, other than that, the Sergeant is remaining silent. A glance back up as Legacy is grumbling. "Frak us, running.."

[Wolf-11: Willem] Throttle set to aggressive, Willem proceeds to scope out one of the newly-presented targets, proceeding at a particularly, well, combative vector.

"Suck it up, Marines," McTiernan calls out sharply. "We're with you, Black Cat!" she calls out, supporting the pilot that's going to get them to their location safely.

[Wolf-4: Samantha] Case fires off her weapons, mainly firing by DRADIS alone, the sights in the fog pretty useless. She swears lightly over the coms, watching a glancing blow as they all struggle through the atmospheric conditions. At least she hit -something-.

[Wolf-12: Antioch] Antioch's all business now, as he takes aim, and peppers one of the raiders with a quick hit, picking on the same one Samantha does. Focus fire for the win. And if he takes a bit of glee from shooting the toaster, well, who can blame him?

[Foxbat-3: Timon] Foxbat-3 stays well out of range as the Raider formation slams into the charging Vipers. Her EW suite lights up the bogey trying to take down Case, ducking in and out of the fog as she does.

"Oorah, ma'am." Levesque says in response to McTiernan, face mute of expression.

[Wolf-1: Kai] As bleeps on DRADIS become two raiders visible through the cloud cover, tearing toward them, Spider jukes on his stick and breaks low at the last minute. Cannonfire dances off into the air where his viper was, though his own shots also go wide. He thottles forward again as his wingman lays down some pain, and slots back in on the raider that was gunning for him.

[Foxbat-1: Legacy] Thea's Raptor glides through space in the back, well behind the Vipers and out of trouble. Mostly. Cookie seems to be quite happy to be working on those silly Raiders. Foxbat-1 slides in with the chaff deployed.

George's eyes widen even more, yep, possible! at the various bips and boops and comms sounds. She's no expert, but it kinds sounds like there might be some atmo air combat going on? And… and. That is bad. The marines muttering is making her nervous(er). George squinches her eyes shut and says a quick silent prayer. The Deckie's pigtails seem a bit less than professional, but it sure does make her praying cute.

[Wolf-11: Willem] Coming in fast and high, Rebound's engines are on full burn as he maintains control through the soupy atmosphere, arcing his bird round sharply as he puts some holes in one of the attacking Raiders. He jerks the stick sharply back in a change of course at the Bossman's orders. He's a lot more direct and, daresay aggressive on the job than off.

Nine rests the side of her head against the bulkhead, neck twisted as she sits still and quiet, lower lip trapped in her teeth, but otherwise seeming calm enough.

[Foxbat-3: Komnenos] Komnenos keeps hammering the Raiders with ECM as they weave to and fro after the escort Vipers.

Dutch looks back towards McTeirnan and there is a nod there for a second. "Oorah." But still Elder's been in worse tight quarters than this.. This? this just makes the usual grump of a doc, even more so. A deep breath taken as his lips move in muttering of a silent prayer, but eyes remain open. One set of fingers moving to capture up his dog-tag chains, reaching for the religious symbol hooked on. He'll fidget with that.

[Wolf-4: Samantha] Samantha seems a bit more determined this time, peering through the fog with narrowed eyes and waiting until she's almost DANGEROUSLY too close to the Raider until she actually opens fire. It's a risky tactic. It left her open just a bit too much but it means she gets a seriously vicious wound to the thing's body. She watches the fire trail behind her as it begins to fall…

[Wolf-11: Willem] This time the little Robot that could was a little too fast for Willem. Attempting to catch that Raider with its proverbial pants down in an ugly, efficient crossfire with Spider, he takes aim but his shots go wide as the target successfully slips out of his line of fire. He's silently cursing.

[Wolf-1: Kai] The poor bastard didn't stand much of a chance, with Spider wheeling in on its tail out of nowhere. The squad leader's guns light up, finishing the job of shearing off that wing Rebound had started. The thing breaks up in mid-flight, half of it tumbling one way, and half the other. This time he breaks high, and lines up a shot on the second bogey.

[Wolf-12: Antioch] Antioch's right behind Samantha as he swoops in to deliver what seems to be the last straw as far as the raider is concerned. His shot goes deep and hard into the already damaged section, and he veers away again. Score! And the crowd goes wild. One down, a billion to go.

[Foxbat-3: Timon] Foxbat-3 remains where she is, dipping into layers of cloud and fog while pinging away at her foes. Timon's a cagey one — he, at least, isn't taking unnecessary risks.

[Foxbat-3: Komnenos] Komnenos is switching back and forth rapidly with his ECM, trying his best to hamper both Raiders — until one of them bursts in a sudden fiery explostion. Well, then, only one choice left. Thorn focuses his attention solely on the last Raider, doing his best to chip away at the Cylon's electronic defenses.

[Foxbat-1: Legacy] Foxbat-1 keeps up with the Vipers, attempting to suppress them as she goes. There's no fancy flying today, no flash tricks. Today is about solid flying and suppression.

Nine's eyes stare to her side, toward McTiernan, though she doesn't seem to be actually looking at her. More like staring past her. Her heart leaps into her throat every once in a while at news of further Raider arrivals, but she keeps her hands at her sides, her feet on the flooring.

McTiernan seems to almost be dozing as the raptor dips and zig zags through the air. Her body moves easily with the movements of the ship, as the Marine puts all her trust into the capable hands of Legacy. She's the poster child for 'it's all groovy, don't fret'.

[Wolf-4: Samantha] Samantha peppers the next bird with a good spray again, once more getting in dangerously close. In this sort of pea soup fog, it's getting to be her style, and she grins as the thing doesn't look all that well and there is a whole slew more fire coming at it…

George is going to lose feeling in her hands if she grips any harder to her belts.

[Wolf-11: Willem] Well, that was decisive. As one of the Vipers continuing to dogpile the lone remaining Raider in range, Rebound still uses his angle of attack to his advantage as he keeps the rear end of the flying wing in his sights as a large metal punching bag, putting some holes in its rear. Superfluous ones, at that. He's far from the only one.

[Foxbat-3: Timon] Two Raiders down, four more appear. "Anybody got a torch handy?" Ivory murmurs under his breath. "And here I thought hydras were fictional." Foxbat-3 moves even further into the shielding clouds, chaff flying from her pods as she does — away from the evil Raiders now springing from the ground, awaaaay.

[Wolf-1: Kai] Kai sets 'em up, and his wingmates take 'em down. Intent on making himself a tricky target to hit, Spider corkscrews into a starboard roll as the raider's guns light up, effectively slipping out of the line of fire while the other vipers gangbang it with their cannons. Without breaking stride, he swerves back on course toward Black Cat's LZ, weapons still hot in anticipation of the welcoming party already headed in to greet them.

[Wolf-12: Antioch] Once again, Antioch follows Samantha in. This time, he nails the Raider's wing, even as he curves up and around, keeping in fairly tight fighting formation. And though it was clearly a community effort that got the Raider, he feels nothing but quiet satisfaction as it goes tumbling into oblivion. Now for a new target.

[Foxbat-3: Komnenos] There's only one Raider left in weapons range, and it's not liable to be a threat for long as the escort Vipers all start ganging up on it. Thorn, for his part, turns his attention away from the straggler as the Vipers tear it to pieces and towards the three reinforcements screaming towards the group of Colonial ships.

[Foxbat-1: Legacy] While Kai sets them up and the others take them down, Thea's busy trying to get the suppression in there to save them. And it's on a pass behind Kai's Viper that she gets caught broadside by some of the fire meant for the CAG's bird.

"Frak," comes the quiet comment from up front. "We've taken fire. Everyone alright back there?" She's struggling to control the craft, yet checking on everyone aboard. Cookies replies in the affirmative.

[Into the Wireless] Legacy says, "Affirmative, Spider. Diagnostics running, but it looks like my nav system is unhappy with me."

Ashe grips onto his harnass with a grunt as the Raptor goes through some harsh movements, then quickly looks up and down the hold to make sure the others are indeed alright.

A grit of his teeth and tightening of his jaw, Dutch grips his gun a little tighter. Eyes looking dead ahead, as he slips ins dog tags back into his fatigues under his armor and all. There's no laughing from the marine or smiles, but it seems he is alright for all intents and purposes.

"Five by five," McT calls out in answer to Legacy's question after she cracks open a eye to check the others around her. No one is dead or even bleeding so.. they're good.

"Good to go." Levesque says to no one in particular, as he's juked about in the Raptor like a pinata doll at a children's party. At least he's got a great big dip in his mouth to tide him over.

Nine hardly seems present except for physically, her mind loitering somewhere outside of the ship, her toes in the grass and the wind in her face, high on the mountain to see the mysteries of the God, the mysteries of life or death. The sudden shaking stirs her heartbeat, and she comes back to… here. Though she was relaxed enough not to have been more than jostled. "Yes, sir," she replies in her usual quiet tone of voice, remaining here, for the moment, or at least in closer vicinity, looking at he bulkhead as if she could see through it if she tried hared enough. She keeps an ear open toward the front, too, in case they need something seen to back this way.

[Wolf-4: Samantha] Case keeps on her previous method of fly in close, tight, fire at the last second, watch the fire blow and take off for another round. This is the first time which it actually gets her in a wee bit of trouble. She does get in close, and sees her hit land, but they get one into her pretty, freshly sanded nose!

[Wolf-11: Willem] Willem's clearly cursing now, if anyone could see his lips move and his jaw clench in a snarl. Fortunately, the com's off. As he changes course sharply, his bird banks hard right to scope out the nearest one to the Raptor he's guard-dogging, taking a few chunks out of the Raider's armor as he engages.

[Into the Wireless] Legacy says, "Thea's voice is quiet and low. "Spider, Black Cat. We're losing fuel. I think the tank got hit, if not the differential.""

[Wolf-12: Antioch] Antioch follows Samantha's lead, picking at her target. Apparently, she's popular, with two toasters on her ass. He fires off a salvo, and looks disappointed when the Raider fails to explode and die. Especially when it shoots back. Are they -allowed- to shoot back? He focuses on the fight, eyes narrowed as he counts targets and assesses attack vectors.

[Wolf-4: Samantha] Case swoops in for her other attack, still keeping close on Timon, but trying to dog off the crafts which are quickly out numbering them… She's growing worried, though, at the co silence from Kai. Her eyes flicker down to her DRADIS, trying to get some sort of read on her boss as they prepare for the next bit of dogfighting.

[Foxbat-3: Komnenos] Komnenos starts swearing floridly as what he thought were three Raiders turns out to be, in fact, six; he continues cursing as he watches a Raider open up on Spider, who is suddenly and eerily silent on the com. He turns his efforts toward the new group of Raiders as the numerical advantage switches to the Cylons.

[Wolf-1: Kai] Kai's aware, surely, of the reinforcement that's swung in on his tail, intent on taking him out. But the raptors are the priority, and he punches his engines to streak in after the one on Legacy. Wait for it, wait for it.. he finally manages to line up the shot, guns lighting up and tearing through the raider's wing. But as he's juking to avoid the raptor at the end of his merge.. well, he either tries to pull too many Gs, or maybe that faulty thruster finally gives out on him, but he goes into a tailspin briefly and his bogey's gunfire slams into his cockpit. Alarms start going off as his bird plummets, though he manages to pull himself out of the dive after a few heart-pounding seconds, and swings back in again. Nope, it doesn't look good.

[Foxbat-3: Timon] As three ticks pass and four Cylons become six, break off Timon does. Foxbat-3 veers off hard to port, engines flaring brightly — so brightly that they're visible even through the clouds. Ivory jukes while keeping his Vipers between Raiders and Raptor, even as the battlefield is illuminated by tracer-spray from KEWs of all kinds. Pity the poor people inside his bird: this ride is going to get bumpy.

[Into the Wireless] Legacy says, "Case, Black Cat. You've got your orders from Spider. I've got to set down. We'll try to radio for SAR and will keep the com open. Good hunting and good luck."

[Foxbat-1: Legacy] Foxbat-1 is in a bad way. Fuel ribbons out from behind the craft as it starts its descent. Thea's clearly struggling to keep it on a steady course.

Levesque preps himself at this point, tucking his back in between his legs and lifting his other hand to be ready for buckle release.

[Wolf-11: Willem] Just like that, WIllem stays on course, ignoring misgivings he may have about neglecting his shit-up sec lead. He's still Raptor-babysitting and closes on the offending Raider with a hate-on. And the Haterade is flowing.

[Wolf-11: Willem] And that Raider is no more.

Dutch glances back towards the pilots, and then dead ahead. No, no nothing is wrong or so that is the mantra, that Dutch is working with right now.

Fuel leak. No, not much to be done about that from up here. Nine does— wonder— briefly— whether going into atmo is safe with a fuel leak. 'Cause of the heat and all. But her voice has gone missing, somewhat, as it can do, sometimes. Her heart throbs fast with the flight.

[Wolf-12: Antioch] Antioch breaks from tradition; as Samantha swings around to cut off one of Timon's new friends, he jinks left and continues to attack the previous target, keeping the Raider off her ass. The hit's good, and the toaster goes down. Antioch swings back into place, ready for the next target.

[Wolf-4: Samantha] Case might be hesitant, but it doesn't show in her flying. She has a mission — Get Ivory to the surface safe and sound. So she keeps on one of the Raiders that is on him, flying in close, opening fire, swinging around. She's getting good at these somewhat crazy banzai tactics as she actually dodges around the fire coming in her direction. She's quiet now, just watching the play out of the battle on her screen… Kai's trouble, Timon's back, everything that's oging on…

[Foxbat-3: Timon] Foxbat-3 doesn't intend to plow right into the oncoming Cylons, but there's not much Timon can do when there's Raiders between him and the place where he's supposed to set down. It doesn't help that Raptors aren't built for atmospheric flight. But somehow, his ship manages to bob and weave her way through veritable floods of bullets that whistle past at a truly astonishing speed. She doesn't cut a striking figure, looking mostly like a shoebox fluttering in the air.

[Foxbat-3: Komnenos] DRADIS is screaming; the Cylons have weapons lock. The craft pitches heavily as Timon's best efforts at evasive pay off — the ride is none too pleasant, but the blue flashes of Cylon rounds are hitting everything *but* Foxbat-3. Thorn is slamming the lead raider with jamming, trying to distort the Cylon's lock before that changes.

[Wolf-4: Samantha] Case seems like she's trying to joke, but there isn't much humor in her voice.

[Wolf-1: Kai] There's only so much flying Kai can do, when he's missing half a wing and one of his cannons. Lining up a shot proves impossible, with his fighter in the state it is; he opens up his guns, but can't keep his bird steady enough to hit anything. So when another raider closes in on his shot-up tail, it's a done deal. The engines whine as they try to rev up then rev down. One of his wings tears off first, then a hunk of tail. He's going down like a rock, and breaking up like the morning after a really bad date.

George squeezes her eyes closed and does some mental math on the fuel thing. "Man, that all adds up to bad," she says out loud, without even thinking about it.

[Wolf-4: Samantha] Quiet, very faint murmurings might be heard over the comm from Case's viper, or at least it sounds like the woman. An old, old prayer, mentioning the ancient version of Artemis' name several times, and Kai a few times also… but it's seemingly more private than public.

[Foxbat-1: Legacy] As she starts taking the Raptor down, Thea tries to swing it in front of a Raider that's on Samantha, shooting chaffe out as she goes.

Dutch looks back towards George for a moment as he checks his straps again before he's pretty much just staring over towards McTeirnan. A grimace is passed before he's coughing softly into his hand. "Prepare for the suck, sir?" a brow up from the Corpsman

[Into the Wireless] Legacy says, "Ivory, Black Cat. I'm going down, as I told Case. Focus. On. Your. Objective."

Nine feels like she's flying when the Raptor swings. Her stomach up in her throat, somewhere, but not in a bad way. Breathless, she tips her head back. Going down. Feeling gravity grapple with gravity.

[Wolf-4: Samantha] Kai's going down seems to have shaken Samantha's focus, just a bit. But then, this is the first time she's really, really witnessed someone go down in combat ever. There were the crashes, but they're still in the sky right now. Her usual finesse of shot is off, missing the raider by a few inches and it clips her wing, though apparently not too badly as she still manages her turn around shot. She doesn't say anything, keeping to the toaster on Timon, her objective… and very quietly her prayer.

[Wolf-1: Kai] Spider's going, going, gone. Black smoke pours from his fighter as it hurtles for the ground. And somewhere inside there, is probably a pilot desperately trying to reach his eject lever.

[Wolf-12: Antioch] And Antioch follows Samantha's fire, only to watch as the toaster, clearly learning from its friends, dodges their one-two approach. Sonofa… He mutters under his breath, eyes narrowing in annoyance, especially when Samantha takes another hit from the one following her. He's got too much going on to worry about Kai or Legacy, not when the battle is still up in his face. Time to shake things up and keep the toasters from catching on.

[Foxbat-3: Timon] Can't get lucky a third time, it seems, as Timon's ship shudders under the blow. Immediately, Foxbat-3 begins rocking from side to side, and this time it doesn't look like she's doing it on purpose. But onward she goes, still charging forward, with one goal in mind: getting down on the ground. Where she's supposed to get down, that is.

[Foxbat-3: Komnenos] Komnenos' ECM is able to blunt the Raiders' attack, but only temporarily. One of the Cylons' ECCM proves good enough to punch through his handiwork, however briefly, and a burst of weapons fire slams into the Raptor's tail. Despite a flash of sparks and smoke, though, Foxbat-3 is still flying, and soldiering on bravely towards its LZ as Thorn keeps pumping out chaff and trying to blind the Cylons with jamming.

[Wolf-11: Willem] The dynamic has shiftted here, and not for the better. With Kai gone, Willem's in an unusual predicament for him. Without a section, he's picking and choosing targets with one priority - Who's on his baby? Unfortunately the Raider -on- his baby is a bit much for him, slipping out of his firing solution, Banking hard left, he brings the Viper around for another pass.

[Into the Wireless] Legacy says, "Case, Black Cat. I'm holding in there. Get those bastards and proceed to the objective. I've got a bird full of the best Marines the Colonial Fleet has to offer. We'll attempt to find Spider."

"Lock it up, people. Prepare for possible hard landing!" McT orders those in the back. She's got full faith in Legacy but she can feel the tilt of the deck beneath her feet. She shifts in her seat, secues her weapon, and crosses her arms over her chest.

Levesque is buttoned up and prepped. He takes a deep breath, removes the dip from his mouth and chucks it… somewhere out of sight. Then waits.

[Wolf-4: Samantha] Samantha, for the moment, stays on guarding Timon.

[Foxbat-1: Legacy] Thea's got her stick and is trying to take the bird down carefully. Not all that easy.

"Frak me.." murmurs Dutch as he's pulling up his rifle, and securing it close to his chest. Already his mouth moving in a rushed off prayer as it seems the bird is going down..When its done the Sergeant is looking over towards Levesque for a moment, and a half grin shows "Hey Pete."

Legacy's full attention is on what she's doing. "Heads to knees, ladies and gentlemen," she says, tension in her voice. "And hold on tight."

"Yeah Sergeant?" Asks Levesque, swinging his gaze to Dutch.

"What sound does a Marine make in a Raptor, when its crashing?" A raise of his brows there, sweat, beaded on Dutch's face. Obviously humor and such trying to stay high even as they are going down. Don't worry Legs, he doesn't blame you.

Legacy spends 1 luck points on To not hurt the squishy Marines.

Nine is falling. Which is to say, flying. Her heart races with adrenaline but there's a subdued smile on her face as she keeps to breathing slowly, keeping herself relaxed. It's best to be relaxed when you crash. Less likely to break self.

[Wolf-12: Antioch] There's some serious baleful muttering in Antioch's cockpit, as that one Raider continues to mock them all with its fancy dodging. If this keeps up, they'll tell ghost stories about a certain toaster. But as long as it's on Timon, Antioch will be on it. He's escort. This is his job.

[Into the Wireless] Legacy says, "Rebound, Case, Black Cat, You have your frakking orders. RTB, Rebound. NOW."

[From outside the ship:]

Levesque coughs, sending the remainder of his dip, whatever small parts were left, flying accross the Raptor onto Althea's helmet. "What's that, Sergeant?"

[Wolf-11: Willem] Cat and mouse. Or rather, Cat and heavily-armed rat. Willem can't get a solid hit on this one Raider harassing his charge. His shots rain harmlessly -around- the Raider.

[Wolf-4: Samantha] Despite her wish to remain, Case is a good pilot and follows orders, she swings her bird around and waits for her wingman to catch up as she prepares to exit atmosphere and get back home.

[Foxbat-1: Legacy] Thea's Foxbat is taking a damned beating from the Raiders. She's trying to dodge, trying to dash through the raindrops, but they're getting -hammered-. It's like the raiders suddenly decided to hate on Cat. Damned dirty dog lovers. She's not quite spiralling out of control, but it's a close thing. She's going to go down, and she's going down -hard-.

[Into the Wireless] Legacy says, "Sheridan, Black Cat. Going down, coordinates to follow. Full load of Marines with McTiernan aboard. Once we're down, we'll enter SAR mode for Spider."

"This.." Dutch manages out before crash, hopefully, either way that laugh will turn into sounds of other noise, and be lost as the ship goes down.

[Wolf-12: Antioch] Antioch reluctantly turns back, decidedly unhappy with the way things have gone. He falls in alongside Samantha, and even his wings seem to sulk a little.

Levesque grunts and frowns at Dutch's joke.

There's a sustained squeal from George that happens when the raptor takes a dive, and the rattling of her cage only adds hiccups to it. "Holy crap, holy frak, holy lots of other shit." And back to tone from George. She probably isn't aware she even said that out loud.

[Wolf-4: Samantha] The SAM comes practically out of nowhere. Samantha's eyes shooting wide as it seemingly pops up on DRADIS right beneath her. She tries to pull to the right, which enables her not to eat the thing on her belly, though that might have been a bit better as it whips around, taking off her whole wing and shattering the glass on her cockpit. It's a two second thing… she was there, and now she's in smoke, suddenly going down.

[Wolf-11: Willem] Now, this is interesting. Willem's remaining silent on the coms and does not immediately pull back with Samantha and Antioch. He squeezes off another missed shots before slamming the controls, bringing his bird hard around.

The ship goes down and it goes down damned hard. It's kind of like an amusement park ride that goes horribly, horribly wrong. Yes, the ship bounces as it skids through the glade, leaving a deep, nasty gash in the landscape. But the Raptor comes down right-side up. Almost as if it gave its own life to make sure there were no more than bumps and bruises on the occupants. Thea's got a choke-hold on the stick, teeth gritted behind the face plate of her helmet. In the few seconds of eerie silence after everything has stopped all that can be heard is the Raptor hissing like a pissed off cobra. Only a couple seconds lapse before Thea calls, "Bird had a fuel leak. Everyone out. Lieutenant McTiernan, we're on the ground. Command is yours. Recommend recon and possible SAR for downed personnel."

[Foxbat-3: Timon] There's no way Foxbat-3 is going to be able to RTB at this point in time, not damaged the way she is. Then another Raider manages to hit home, and then another, and all thoughts of going back to Kharon are dispelled. One gloved hand reaches for the landing gear as the other begins to send Foxbat-3 into a slow dive. But even as he does, there's a nasty sound somewhere between a crackle and a boom — and then even Ivory is hanging on for dear life as his ship's RCS fire much more powerfully than they should have, overloaded as they are with inert gas. "They got our hydraulics," is all he manages to say, before all he sees is the black smoke from Case's stricken Viper and ground — oh, so much ground — below.

McTiernan bounces hard in her straps as the raptor is slapped down onto the ground. Once they've stopped moving and legacy makes her call, she's popping her straps and pushing to her feet. "Lets go. Swift, take us out. Pete, cover our six. Everyone else in the middle.. now move it!" There is that whip of command in the Marines tone that's hard to ignore.

Dutch strains against his straps, but says nothing until they are stilled. And so the Corpsman is unlatching himself. A look over to McTeirnan as he nods. it seems he'll be coming out behind Swift then. A last check to himself and everyone else. "Sing out if your injured, now- If not we're good.."

Nine gives an almost silent giggle at the joke before she finds the benefit of her relaxation in a flinging of limbs from her bound-in position, lax limbs tossed like a doll's as she keeps her eyes half-closed, finally resting slouched when the silence comes. The Captain's voice has her becoming human-limbed again, and unfastening herself, grabbing the more accessible of her two toolkits and latching it onto her suit on the way out. She does not sing.

Ashe jostles as much as the others and is looking a bit dazed, that is until he's called on. "Sir." He states towards McT as he unfastens his straps and gets to his feet. An unsteady sway has him for a moment then he is moving towards the hatch to pop it, Rifle up and at the ready as he begins to lead the group off the Raptor.

After recovering from the concussion of the impact, Levesque smacks his quick release on the buckles which hold him. Once he's out of the seat, he throws on and straps his assault pack to his back. "Seen sir!" He answers McTiernan, sprinting off of the Raptor's wing and setting up position on a nearby berm, to the group's six. He loads a 40mm grenade into the launch tube.

[Wolf-1: Kai] OOC: I think those of you returning to the ship, can return? Unless Nemesis tells you otherwise. :) I believe the rest of us should be going down to Scorpia.

[Foxbat-3: Timon] Seconds after Foxbat-3's thrusters fire, they abruptly stop. The several-ton Raptor, powerless, now crashes down onto the surface of the irradiated planet like a truly massive sack of potatoes. Except this sack is filled with people.

[Wolf-4: Samantha] The silence on the comms from Case is strangely unnerving… all static from her bird which is going down in black smoke so badly there's no evidence if she managed to eject or not.

It takes George a couple of tries to get out of her harness. Three, to be exact. Her hands are a little numb from all the white knuckling she was doing on the ride down. She grabs her kit and her pack, slings them on, and stumbles for the hatch. Oh gods.

It's likely a testament to her training, but Cookie doesn't even hesitate to unhook herself and follow McTiernan's orders, with only a brief glance at her CO. Thea's close to one of the last ones out - still at the middle, though. The helmet gets attached behind her back and her weapon comes out. Fear - a pilot with a sidearm.

Nine doesn't draw her sidearm, but she has it there and ready, her features almost expectant as she takes a spot earlier in the middle of the lineup. Her heart's still throbbing but damned if anyone can see a hint of it on her face. She looks up almost first thing, then around, features somewhat expectant. Where's the welcoming party?

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