The seconds ticked down as both teams sat in their first zones and took them over uneventfully. The Ravens took both Data and Communications while the Dragoons took over Maintenance. Unable to merely sit around and wait, the Dragoons also opened up their sonic emitters as they moved in a circle aro
The zone takeover countdown began as they both slid straight into Energy. “We gonna defend this spot, or concede it?” asked Kali. “Not sure, honestly,” replied Freya. “Could go either way. Got any suggestions?” Kali grinned mischievously. Out of all the Ravens, she had the most bloodlust, and abs
Murmurs swept through the crowd as they watched the Dragoons form up a second time, and headed their way straight towards Energy. There, Freya and Kali simply waited patiently for the attack. ~ “Dragoons inbound to your location,” said Raijin. “Coming in from… east southeast.” Freya and Kali bo
Jester dove into the Rakshasa’s systems a second time, but with more aggressive codesets. He was able to tear into its operational intelligence with much greater ease, and dug his way towards its regeneration sublogic clusters. He completely deleted it, and replaced it with his own with a smug smi
They barely even budged him. They simply bounced off his armor as though they were made of foam. Big Dorf came on her comms display with a wide grin on his face, even as she stalked his flank. “That all you’ve got, lil’ girl?” he said. “If you’re done, lemme show ya what it means to use a real pol
Big Dorf was forced to go fully defensive, and backed away. This time, he raised his shield as best he could, and protected himself from Xylo’s further attacks. “Dammit Silvermoon!” he cried. “I thought you said this bitch was with Raijin!” Silvermoon immediately rechecked his sensors, and absolut
Silvermoon sped towards the hangars as fast as he could, and shredded any drones along his path. He came to a halt in the zone’s courtyard, which was surrounded by two rows of large hangar bays. Which was exactly when Raijin’s signal vanished completely. There were a half dozen of the hangars tot
Alerts sped past his screen as more and more of his systems and modules shut down. A knee finally blew out, and Silvermoon’s Dark Elf fell to the ground. He rolled onto his back and fired his rifle downrange at the swarm of drones that followed, but paled when he saw the drones from other hangars l