Adrastae

Scarred

They hung in a loose arrowhead formation, with six ships slightly smaller than their own, and one in the center that was about twice the size of their own craft. Samson mentally interfaced with Stone and Aeren, and provided them with a video feed of what he was seeing. Samson just barely heard Stone mutter "Fucking assholes," under his breath. Samson felt terror emanate from Aeren, and he began to feel the same way. Stone attempted to calm both of them down, spreading his soft apathy over their hard, burning fear like butter over burnt bread. "My friends. It is time to get irrational." Samson felt himself orient underneath Stone's mental command, and Aeren reluctantly did the same. The three minds slowly locked together into one coherent mass, their individual colours blurring at the seams. Together, connected to eachother, and them to the ship, and the four became one. The Kaylee swept upwards, falling into an aileron roll towards the now dispersing fleet. Fear grew in Samson's eyes, and his pacifist nature melted into the rest of them. Stone's hardened intentions to kill softened, but only slightly. It is said that no power in the universe can stop an Edwardian assassin. While technically not true, the fact remains that they are among the best in the galaxy. Samson automatically set some of his brain nodes to function as additional components to the ship's computer. Aeren thought drowsily to herself that she had no idea how Stone remained so calm.. She felt a glint of laughter from him, and Samson acknowledged this sadly. Stone assigned Aeren the duty of weapon control, then hesitated. Inquiry about special ability? She was reminded of the kinesis device. Her confusion and instant feeling of denial was met with a stern knowledge of necessity. Her will crumpled under his, and she looked out through the ship's sensors. Her right hand began to heat up. She chose a ship at random, it happened to be firing at her. Her hand felt as if it was on fire, but George kept her resolve steeled. The ship slowly began to fizz in the sensors, and they detected what appeared to be an oxygen leak...around the entire ship. Which made sense, when you realize that the ship was being forcefully changed from a solid to a gas, mid-flight. The ship wavered in its flight patterns. Engines stopped and started, equipment failures throughout the entire ship. In a space of about ten seconds, the entire object was nothing more than a superheated jet of gas flying through space. Pain rocked the ship's collective mind. Stone ignored it. In frustration, he gave Samson the task of flying and maneuvering the ship. This all happened in the space of a few seconds. Stone looked at the ship cluster: the larger ship sat in the middle, Stone detected energy readouts coming off of it. But that wasn't his top priority. He was focusing on the gunships. The Kaylee swept in underneath the closest one, doubled back, and let loose a volley of chainshot into it's engine. The enemy craft turned around, it's spinal-mounted laser cannon firing off a single shot of energy towards the charging plasma thrower. Kaylee avoided the shot by turning her wing flat towards the bolt of light. It glanced off the smooth ceramic, reflecting off into the infinity of space. As she turned, three of the gunships rocketed angrily towards the dancing ship. A charged plasma stream flowed from the underbelly of two of them, and the third ship had a barrage of ion cannons. The Kaylee saw the six symmetrically arranged cannons glowing blue as they gathered atoms and molecules, converting them with the processes necessary to fry the electronics of the ship. Two green jets of plasma spewed towards the ship, one aiming towards the explosive chainshot dispenser under the left wing, the other raining down towards the seemingly-inert 0. engine that was influencing the shape of the universe, causing the Kaylee to fall down a series of wells and dips in the fabric of space-time, exactly where she needed to be. She twisted her chassis, avoiding most of the plasma stream, although a few splatters caught onto the upper hull, melting through. Suddenly, a closely chained together series of six blue orbs flew into the hyperlaser mounted underneath the right wing. They plunged into and dissolved through it, confusing it's electronic systems massively. The weapon began to swivel rapidly, charging sporadically, almost ripping itself from the harness. The gyroscopic motions started to shake the Kaylee by reflex, and another two streams of plasma flew towards the ship in distress. The three gunships began circling the ship, shifting formations, obviously excited at the possibility of catching their prey. On the lead ship, at this point a fair distance away from the dogfight, a small exchange was occurring. A woman stood at the bridge, hands clasped behind her back, staring into the makeshift holoview at the space battle that appeared to be quickly falling into their favor. A small humanoid, about 20 or so decimals high, scurried up to the motionless woman. It proffered a small sheet of paper, and she snatched it out of the fringe humanoids hands. She brought it up to her face, read it, then slowly ripped it apart. The horribly outnumbered battle continued, and she watched her fourth ship circle back slowly around, charging it's spinal laser. The woman smirked, and the tattoos on her face moved along with her muscles. Suddenly, she reached up to grab a microphone from the clustered and unorganized roof, and angrily pulled it down. "Tell that fucking computer we have his boy entrapped. We'll have him completely ionised and burned, but they will all survive. Tell him if we don't get the prize first, it's no dice." She let go of the mic, and it shot back up into the roof. Again, her hands folded behind her back. Again, she smirked at the display. The Leucosia was practically hers.