EPISODE LIII - STEVE AUSTIN, A MAN BARELY ALIVE. WE CAN REBUILD HIM
Ghostrider shot back into the thick of battle erasing a Wyzenhymer Flaun-2 fighter from existence. He checked his televiewer searching for his brother and was startled to find
Triple J's ship rocketing toward the huge Wyzenhymer mother ship.
"Triple J, this is Ghostrider", he said into his mike, "over."
"Go, Ghostrider."
"Check your vector, you're out of alignment.", Ghostrider suggested urgently.
His brother's voice returned to him oddly calm. "Negative Ghostrider, I'm right where I want to be." His ship cut through a mass of Wyzenhymer fighters on it's way toward the Flagship.
"Damn it!", Ghostrider exclaimed as the ships turned as one to pursue. He pushed his stick forward, accelerating to dangerous speeds on an intercept course with the near squadron size grouping that
now followed his brother. He sent of a volley from his long range plasma cannon, relatively certain he wouldn't get any kills, but currently more interested in pulling a few of the ships off of their target.
One Wyzenhymer ship burst into flames as the group scattered. Six ships reacquired Triple J's vessel, but the the rest wheeled around to engage the new threat. Ghostrider unleashed another burst from
his cannons before sending his ship into a steep climb, drawing the remaining fighters away from their previous quarry.
Triple J juked from side to side, narrowly avoiding the laser fire that lashed out at his small vessel. He could see his destination now as the open fighter dock doors beckoned to him sinisterly. A
burst from one of the remaining ships scored heavily on his ship, jostling him inside the cockpit. His fighter fish tailed as he lost auxiliary power to his aft engines sending him sideways toward the open
dock.
"Pus buckets.", he muttered, trying to divert power from his failing navigational systems, to his lifeless pulse drive. Looking out his starboard window, he was surprised to see the pursuing Wyzenhymer
fighters break off and turn back to ward the main bulk of the battle.
About to remark on their cowardice, he stopped, noticing the luminescence coming over his right shoulder. He turned to see the source of the light, and found himself entering the opening to a vast hangar
littered with Wyzenhymer aircraft. The ground crews didn't seem to notice his arrival caught up as they were in their duties. He checked his waning weapons systems, and noted with some satisfaction
that he had just enough juice for one good blast.
"Eat plasma, Wyzenhymer scum!", he yelled, unleashing deadly currents of energy throughout the docking bay. Several ships went up in a breathtaking display of pyrotechnics, and numerous members of
the ground crew ran screaming alight with flame, or simply spasmed on the deck in their death throes. Jennings smiled, pleased.
"A pilot's life for me.", he muttered, disengaging the manual cockpit release. Jamming another stick of gum into his mouth, he grabbed his treasured SKS, and vaulted to the ground.
