EPISODE CXLV - BUCKY BULLDOZER PRANK CALLS HIS GRANDMA




The Jennings brothers had their own problems.  Triple J currently had three missiles on his tail, while Ghostrider, only two.  Up to this point, they'd been holding their own against the smaller, yet less maneuverable projectiles, but now increasing numbers of them littered the sky, and in combat, it's all about numbers.

Ghostrider thumbed his communicator.  "Hey bro", he said as he swerved his Snog Hyper Grav-2 between to oncoming missiles, "our situation calls for some drastic measures."

"Whadd'ya got in mind?", Triple J queried, shrapnel bouncing against his cockpit from a recent kill.

"Tic-tac-toe.", Ghostrider replied, a devious grin grin spreading across his face.

"Geez, man", Triple J remarked dismally, "I was never very good at that.  Too many letters."

"Not the game!", Ghostrider exclaimed, venting his anxiety on his sibling, "the plan!  The one we learned at the academy."

"Oh yeah", his brother responded unconvincingly, "that's where we do that...uh...thing, right?"

"Just do the exact opposite of what I do!"

"Copy", Triple J said, scratching the side of his helmet nervously.

Ghostrider brought himself parallel with his brother and looked over.  "On three, bro", he relayed, holding three fingers where Triple J could see them to avoid confusion.  "One, two", he pushed the stick left, toward his brother's ship and yelled, "three!"

Triple J brought his T-38 hard right, missing the tail section of his brother's fighter by three inches as they crossed over one another.  He rode out the turbulence created by the Snog's thrusters, and turned to see the results of their actions.

Six rapidly approaching rockets converged on the area where the jet wash remained the strongest.  Three impacted against one another in a brilliant display of pyrotechnics, while the other three got lost in the wake of the two fighters, spiraling off in different directions, their sensors fried.

Rather than celebrate, Ghostrider threw his fighter into a steep climb as his brother dove.  The swarm of missiles in pursuit followed their pre selected targets, causing several collisions as flight patterns intersected.  The ships each performed a loop, drawing the projectiles back together for a replay of the last encounter, and when the brothers looked for new threats, they noted that the area was clear and turned back to engage the mother ship.