The Jennings bothers approached the ancient space juggernaut from below, scanning the ship's outdated weapons systems for any signs of activation.
"I don't think they see us.", Ghostrider remarked over the comm.
"How can you tell?", his brother inquired from his position below Ghostrider's right wing.
"They haven't shot at us, yet.", Ghostrider replied dryly.
Together they edged closer to the alien vessel, tensions growing as they awaited some sign that they had been noticed. At first, Ghostrider suspected a trap, but as the minutes drew on, he began to think
he'd overestimated the enemy's abilities.
Hovering three feet from the hull of the metal monstrosity, Ghostrider let out a relieved chuckle. "Man, these guys ain't got squat for scanning equipment." He looked up at the obsolete behemoth,
noting the crude frame which was held together by immense steel beams bolted to one another. "In fact, it looks like they got the short end of the stick on technology all the way around."
"Yeah, I know what you mean.", Triple J piped in, "I bet they don't even have yogurt."
"What the hell does yogurt have to do with anything?", Ghostrider asked irritably.
"I don't know", his helmeted sibling admitted, "but it sure is good."
"Whatever.", Ghostrider replied, pressing his stick forward and skimming along mere inches from the ship's surface.
Triple J followed closely behind, mimicking his brother's every move. He was deep in the zone, moving reflexively, reacting faster than the speed of thought, and considerably faster than his own intellectual
velocity. In fact, he was so "in the zone" that he didn't notice the wad of chewing gum slipping through his somewhat slack mouth until it fell onto his lap.
"Damn!", he exclaimed, grabbing for the errant globule of saliva soaked chewing satisfaction. He pulled most of it from its resting place atop his right thigh, and jammed it back into his mouth, heaving
a sigh of relief.
Looking up, he noted with some concern, that his ship was now a little off course just as his left wing contacted the ships hull, sending sparks flying as metal screeched against metal. Acting on instinct,
Triple J pulled his fighter to the right before the blade of his wing could connect with anything more dangerous.
"What the hell?", Ghostrider spat as the ship's weapons systems activated. Having been in the lead, he was unaware of his brother's minor aviation error.
"Watch it, bro", he said into the comm., "those guns are going hot." He swung a look over his shoulder watching as the freighter's previously dark turrets began to glow. "Weird",
he observed, "wonder what gave us away?
