Ghorah Khar System - Series 3 - Mission 2
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The Memoirs of Lieutenant Colonel Carl T. LaFong
Hobbes wasn't happy when Angel ordered us to protect a Free Trader carrying vital information back to the Concordia. I guess he was looking for more action. He found it.
We went out to meet the Bonnie Heather, taking a circuitous route that included two other nav points. On the way to Nav 1, we ran into three Drakhri medium fighters. I called to break and attack and Hobbes headed for the ship on the left. I broke right to try and sweep in behind the other two, but the Drakhri spotted me and turned for a frontal attack.
"If that's the way you want it," I whispered, and cut loose with a barrage from my laser cannon on a locked target. I used the afterburners in short spurts whenever I noticed incoming fire, but it wasn't enough to dodge every shot from the lasers. I ran away until my shields regenerated, started a slide, braked hard with the backspace key, turned, and cut loose. Since the Drakhri had stayed close, the rapid-fire lasers cut through the shields and armor and he went down with a cry of "Yaaah!"
Hobbes transmitted that he'd downed a fighter, so I told him to attack my target and switched to my particle cannon. It's a powerful medium-range gun and, combined with my wingman's guns, was enough to take out the third target.
We passed through Nav 1 without incident and had gone to autopilot when the Jalkehi attacked. There were two wings, with three in each, and I knew they were headed toward the Free Trader. Hobbes and I pulled out all the stops.
At 6000 meters, I fired a dumb-fire to let them know we were there, and armed my full guns. We needed to make every shot count. We ran circles around the Jalkehi, constantly taunting them away from the Free Trader, hitting with full guns, and dodging missiles. Hobbes and I both dropped chaff pods, then punched the afterburners to avoid the missile blast. Hobbes took out two; I hit four.
