Silver Falcons

[Sando138]

Staff Sergeant Sando was where he felt most at home, behind the control grid of a Reaver assault gunship. he was flying with 'Nap of the Earth' navigation, flying low in the contours of the valleys and plains of Auxaris on his patrol route. a loud hum filled the air as an enemy mosquito in the Red and Black flew right across his route. the New Conglomerate soldier radioed his base of origin, and took off in pursuit. the enemy mosquito was obviously checking a planned route. headed straight for...

"Alpha sector, i should've guessed." said the pilot of the blue and gold craft.

Alpha sector is the location of a base vital to maintain the air superiority of the new conglomerate in this continent.

The pilot increased his thrusters to maximum burn and was on the mosquito's tail when the thing performed an awkward turn in the cloud cover and began to atack Sando's reaver. Sando dived, ducking under the line of heavy fire, and retaliated with a rocket. his opponent dodged, and Sando flew into cloud cover. his opponent flew in, hoping to chase him out. he came out and, most ironically, looked up to see Sando's reaver flying inverted above him. to his fury, Sando told him who was 'number 1' (..|.,) before disengaging and flipping right-way up. the mosquito dived and accelerated. sando watched in quiet victory as his opponent flew staight between his crosshairs. his gunship's twin heavy 20mm machine guns let loose a continued burst, and two rockets, one from each launcher, followed, as a coup-de-grace. the skeet dodged the fire from the MGs but the two missles impacted, causing fatal damage to the Mosquito. the small craft exploded in a ball of fire and crashed to the ground in a jumble of wreckage. Sando flew back to home base, to spraypaint another Red mosquito onto his Reaver, alongside a number of purple and Red reavers and mosquitos already there. he also wanted to be there in person when he found out what his new assignment was.

[Sando138]

"You have been reassigned. you are to report to Wele Tech plant on Cyssor for information on your new post."
"Please tell me it's a piloting role."
"I don't know, i'd hate to see you become a grunt. you're a pretty good pilot. not the best, but pretty good."
"thank you, but i have to get going."
"Very well, dismissed."

A short flight later, Sando was back through a Warpgate and into the bustling city of New Philadelphia on the New Conglomerate sanctuary island. After setting down to visit his parents and girlfriend, he proceeded to his destination. the continent of Cyssor. he was soon at his destination. he set down on the landing pad and exited his Reaver Gunship. he checked his surroundings, learning the locations of the defenses, possible weaknesses and vantage points if it came to a ground battle. there was a large buildup of troops here... he walked into the base and looked for an officer. he spotted a Commander and approached him.

"Staff-Sergeant Sando Kaltoon reporting for duty, sir."
"Welcome to the tech plant. I'm Commander Thruman. i've been assigned mission coordinator for operation firestorm. this file contains your briefing. despie what the name suggests, its anything but brief, so take care when reading it."

The commander handed the man a small data chip, which he inserted into his helmet.

MISSION BRIEFING: OPERATION FIRESTORM.
There have been several key facilities in this sector lost to the terrans. among their number is Guruku dropship facility, Honsi Bio Labs, Faro Tech Plant, Tore Interlink Facility,and Mukuru Biolabs. Operation firestorm is being organized to recover Honsi and Guruku from the hands of the enemy. there is expected to be a division of prowler Heavy Tanks in the area, as well as the presence of enemy Reavers of their elite Red Stryke Squadron. Air support, particularly in capturing the Dropship center which has been converted into a fortress, will be an absolute nessesity, to protect our Vanguards from enemy Reavers. Your assignment will be to form and lead a squadron of the best pilots you can find, designated 'Silver Falcons', to fly air cover for our ground forces. good luck.

[Sando138]

"'You will excuse my asking, but why do we need to make a new squadron to do this? we have so many independent pilots that we would be guaranteed success."
"Well, Sando, follow me. the truth of the matter is in the lowest sections of this tech plant."

As the Commander led Sando down corridors, through elevators, and past security checkpoints, at last coming to an elevator, he explained why pilots of high-caliber were required.

"You know full well that the Vanu had this base before we liberated it from their posession not long ago. when we captured it andf they pulled out, we noticed that they had left some of their trademark Tech behind. most of it was still in development, and our ordinance echs are decryptin the data files. we recently finished decryption on a new design of fighter. The files refer to it only as a Reaver Mk. II."

As the commander said these words, the elevator came to a halt and the doors opened to reveal a massive hangar.

"This is the functional prototype of the Reaver Mk. II. it is an assault gunship with enhanced speed and turning capabilities, complete with an ejection system. its armaments include 25mm rapid-fire machine-cannons and self guided missles that the files call Brilliant-Anti-Tank/Armor missles (BATAs for short). This is all topped off by a rapid-assault equivalent of their anti-armor 'lancer' weapon, similar in design to the model their Anti-Tank-MAX armors equip... meaning this aircraft is superior in firepower to any gunship that ever took flight."

The gleaming silver streamlined Reaver sat on a pad in the center of the room, surrounded by Ordinance Techs.

"It's only disadvantages are that it has less armor than a standard reaver, but still substantially more than a mosquito, and that it's 'Omega-Lancer' requires a fair ammount of time between shots to allow for dumping waste heat. Any use during this time period can cause a malfuncion that may blow it's circuitry and jam the weapon's firing abilities. and of course, all the advancements make flying it a #$%&^. Very steep learning curve. of course, if you don't think you are ready-"
"Screw waiting: When can I begin training to fly this thing?"
"As soon as you want. this tech plant's underground facilities are currently producing a squadron of these. and that's why we want our best pilots, codenamed Silver Falcons, to handle these."

[Sando138]

"Silver 1, you are go for takeoff. what is your flightplan?"
"Patrol route X54 near south Chuku guntower, have a reception committie ready for me when i get back."
"understood, Silver 1. Be careful."

Sando would be careful. the last two fireteams on ths route had been demolished. only three in ten made it back. troops made it back, so Sando elected to take this route himself. the Soldiers had described a sudden attack by Terrans with at least four Prowlers and a Sunderer. The reason that Sando had volunteered for this patrol was simple: the last patrol group was made up of two of the experimental uber-gunships... And a search party found spent shell casings from their weapons, an impact crater, and two bodies.

As he neared the gun tower, a burst of Flak interrupted his thoughts not far ahead. he swerved, and managed to dodge the burst. he set aiming to 'ground attack' mode and locked onto targets. two prowlers, an AA max, and five ground troops. twin BATAs streaked from their launch tubes and hit the tanks in a flash of bright light, disabling the firing mechanisms on their Gatling turrets and igniting ammunition. a few seconds later, the tanks were ripped apart by their own ammunition loadout. the max didn't fare much better. the thing took a direct hit from the omega-lancer Sando's reaver sported, and was now on the ground with a massive hole through his torso. the infantry fell prey to 25mm cannons. but despite wiping up the forces airly easily, the absence of the Sunderer and two of it's escorts disturbed Sando greatly. they had recovered the wreckage.

[Sando138]

It had taken approximately five weeks since he had begun, but he had it all together. nineteen pilots, completely capable of handling the highly advanced reavers. his new mission? a simple one: fly air support for an ANT run under fire.

"On my mark, Squad. twenty seconds till combat zone."
"Copy, Sando."
"Check."
"Roger."
"Understood."
"Following your lead, Sando."

The squad found the place in chaos. the three ANTs were surrounded by three prowlers, and what appeared to be five reavers. the ANTs needed cover. badly. They were all but destroyed. the Squad opened fire on the tanks with BATAs, tearing into them with a vengance. the night scene was illuminated only by the headlights of the ANTs and by three burning tanks.

Sando and his squadron engaged the Reavers, which had previously been trying to orient on the Falcons. that was when it became fairly obvious that these were not your ordinary Reavers... They were moving too fast. too agile. too armored. too accurate. Sando would never again underestimate the Terran Republic. they had succeeded in reverse engineering two destroyed Reaver Mk. IIs. three of Sando's squadmates were downed before they could eject... he lined up a target and let fly, the laser bolt scorching a hole clear through the cockpit of the Terran Mk. II and engulfing it in flames. another of the enemy switched targets to sando and fired his machine guns. the heavy thud of fire hitting the Reaver was evident, but he swooped lower, almost to the ground, and wove through trees. he took a right turn, then a left, and then another left, and slowed down. his enemy shot around the corner too fast to slow enough, and crossed into Sando's firing lane. he fired a BATA, blowing off an engine and incapacitating the fighter. sando broke off the fight and returned to his squad. He recieved a transmission from a terran:

"You really don't get it, do you? Thanks to you, we are one step from air superiority. Why don't you give up? your pilots are going down too easily! we were reinforced. and you, Sando, are surrounded. do you surrender?"

Despite Sando's disbelief, he saw the last of his pilot's life sign transmitter blips wink out. he was thinking. he was moving. he isolated the signature of the man talking, apparently the enemy Squad's lead pilot. Advanced Targeting system activated:
Datafile:
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Name: Hamma
Sex: Male
*No picture available*
Affiliation: Terran Republic
Threat Level(out of 5): 5
Notes: Pilot, fiercely devoted to the Terran cause. Use extreme caution. is always armed and highly dangerous. Prefers Mosquito Light attack craft. One of the most renowned pilots affiliated with the Terran republic, he is of great skill and has only one other known affiliation: Clan Draconis Lupis, responsible for capture of several of our more vital bases. High Command suggests that, should the oppurtunity present itself, eliminate with EXTREME PREJUDICE. however, given his track record, it is unlikely this oppurtunity will present itself any time soon.
Contacts: Squeeky (TR, CDL), eMaGyN (TR, CDL), Manitou (TR, CDL)
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Sando felt fear knawing at him, but against a pilot with this Rep, what pilot, ground troop, or TANK wouldn't? His vehicle was a Mosquito, modified for a heavier 20mm caliber of chaingun, more armor, higher speed, and one of the omega-lancer rigs for anti-armor, and still had it's unique radar cloaking and maneuverability... doubtless a product of the Reaver Mk. II research.

His voice a dangerous whisper, Sando gave his speech.
"You can't scare me enough to surrender. You captured a friend of mine, a survivor of Eureka, and you still have him. Still torture him. I followed the attack on your base through my creation of my command. i know things are bad now, and will get worse. but that isn't stopping me. you haven't got my surrender. you have my anger."

"What, you mean that AztecWarrior guy, back at HQ? people torture him for fun if they don't meet their opression quotient for the day! and why havent you tried to get him out if you're his friend? i mean, come on! you have got to be th-"

Sando opened fire. he managed to put three bulllet holes in the Mosquito Mk. II that Hamma was piloting and took down a Reaver before his ship lurched with the impact of twelve rockets.




They regrew him in a Spawn tank. The largest piece they found was about the size of a thumbnail, insufficient for a regrow, but enough for genetic memory of the incedent. so they had to do a full rebuild at the sanctuary, and use DNA memory records to restore his memories. it took days to rebuild him. during the eight days of his absence, the New Conglomerate began encountering the new Reavers. and began losing ground. things weren't going well ever since the Terran counterattack after the attack on CDL, but this was the icing on the cake. Not only had the attacks been a failure, but CDL had recaptured all the bases TR lost during the Ceryshen Gambit and more. they advanced two miles an hour. Soon, the New Conglomerate would have no more bases outside of the sanctuary. the Vanu were faring better. they had lost fewer bases.

Sando's first concious thought, once his memory was restored, was that he will not let the Terran win. he Cant. He owes it to his family, his friends. to AztecWarrior, a friend he met at the 'heroes of Eureka' ceremony, and in the hospital beforehand. As soon as he was out of the tank, he reorganized his squadron, The Silver Falcons, and began intensive training. Sando had a Vendetta or two to pay back.

[Tobias]

Nicely done I take it we shall be seeing more of the adventures of the silver falcons in the future?

[Sando138]

(1 Year post Rebirth)
Commander Thruman's Log:
it is now one year since Sando was shot down over Cyssor. it has not weakened him at all. if anything, he is now reforged anew, a Phoenix in his own right. he and his squadron have been working on upgrading their current Reavers ever since they were shot down. there are now three distinct classes of Reaver Mk. II.

'Warhammer' series Reaver X-14: a Reaver Mk. II with six missle launch tubes and no omega-lancer. nothing in the sky, not even the new Terran 'hybrid-Reavers', a Combination of Mk. II and Mk. I tech that's signifigantly cheaper, have this much raw firepower. however, it suffers from low maneuverability and is about the same speed as a Galaxy without as much armor. mostly used for base assaults as a flying artillery piece. also has a number of anti-personell bomblets.

'Phantom' series Reaver Z-21: Reaver Mk. II with advanced Active Camoflauge, not only hiding the craft from radar, but from non-darklight spectrum visibility. due to stealth modifications, it loses access to BATAs and the Omega lancer, but still has unguided rockets and 25mm guns. mainly used for stealth attack and hit and run purposes.

'Falcon' series Reaver F-92: Workhorse of the Silver Falcons; has original loadout of the Reaver Mk. II: Omega-lancer, BATAs, 25mm cannons; and a new suprize, a built in 'Rail-Driver', a weapon simmilar to the bolt driver (Author's note: assuming bolt driver rounds are magnetic propulsion) in that a large magnetized piece of metal is driven by magnetic energy at high speeds. however, in this weapon, it's fired with enough force to penetrate fifteen feet of solid wall before slowing down a tad. extremely limited ammunition for the Rail driver will prevent continuous use of the weapon.
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There are currently three wings of fighters, classified into blue, silver, and gold. 'Blue' wing is made up of Phantoms, 'Gold' is the Warhammer, and 'Silver' is Falcon class. each wing is 15 pilots. Staff-Sergeant Sando leads the Silver wing, Sergeant Silverkestral leads Blue wing, and Sergeant Snowwolfe leads the Gold Wing. they have had test deployments against the enemy, and show signs of incredible ability with their vehicles of choice. won't be long until they have an actual deployment...

[Sando138]

Rick was a Terran pilot. just your average joe who volunteered for the terran army, and was found to be a decent pilot. he was given a Hybrid-Reaver, a very nice piece of equipment. now, lets put it this way: giving rick this reaver was like giving steroids to a person who has no physical stregnth. he was decently trained and was able to fight well in a squad. he even took down about 5 enemy reaver Mk Is. but all that changed when his small outpost was attacked by 45 reavers and a single galaxy dropship.

the air-raid siren was barely going off when a barrage of missles rained in on the base, igniting fuel barels and ammunition stockpiles easily. reavers appeared out of nowhere, unloaded rockets into the two prowlers left after the first salvo, and dissapeared. then Reavers began doing flyovers. 25mm guns tore through the armor of whatever had survived the rockets. in no time at all, a stealth team had managed to infiltrate the base, destroy the spawn tubes, and prevent enemy forces from coming back here. Rick was airborn by now, and tried to fire at the lead, when a piece of metal tore through his cockpit, and punched a hole in the seat beside his head, hitting critical systems in the process. he ejected, and heard a radio message before a bullet intercepted him en route to the ground:

"Tell Hamma I have a bullet with his name on it."

After his respawn and debriefing, Terran High Command determined that it had been an attack by the New Conglomerate Air Force. but Hamma had a different theory.

"These are not NCAF tactics. they don't go in virtually unsupported like that. they work in tandem with ground forces, like the NC 1st Armored. This is too specific of an attack force for the NCAF. their Air Force is formidable, but they just don't attack like this. And the attack used non-mainstream aircraft. mobile missle platforms, stealth ships, and that metal slug... it doesn't make sense."
"Then, WHO on Auxaris could it be?"
"It seems that the 'Silver Falcons' may become more of a thorn in my side than i had expected. Should I move to counter them?"
"No. Send in the Red Stryke. they were originally going to be the first opponents of their new squadron."
"Of course, sir. as ordered."

[starrider]

very cool

[Sando138]

(note: there is a 'lockin' on the edit button of an above post, and i'd like to change '1 year since rebirth' to '3 months'.)

Sando was not what he had been. he seemed stronger, tougher, less spontaneous. he didn't follow patterns. and when a Terran Squadron known as the Red Stryke began random 'blitz' attacks and withdrawing before any retaliation could be mounted, naturally, who better to track random foes than a person who was just as random? so New Conglomerate Command sent in the Falcons.

"Silver Leader, on station, intercepting enemy fighters in 2 minutes. report in status."
There had just been another attack and the Silver Falcons were already in an excelent position to intercept the Red Stryke.
"Gold leader, standing by. all gold pilots, click your headsets."
!4 clicks announce the presence of the Gold wing, this time using 'Falcon' series reavers due to the need of maneuverability over sheer firepower.
"Blue leader, ready as ever. all blues, let em hear ya."
14 more clicks.

Before the enemy knew what had hit them, there were rockets airborn. even the advanced tech of the enemy reaver mk. IIs were no match for the superior skill of the Falcons. Sando had aquired a target on the outside edge of the enemy and chased it down in flames. the pilot didn't know what had hit him. two were on Sando's tail, and he hadn't even started evasive maneuvers when Snowwolfe, leader of Gold Squadron, gunned both down in an ambush. but not before they recieved a message from Sando about where hamma can shove his stalling tactics.

in about thirty seconds the skirmish was over. the squadron was mostly destroyed. the remaining pilots had bailed. And the Silver Falcons had a casualty ratio of 15 kills for 1 loss. Sando let out a sigh of relief when he saw that only two pilots for the falcons were incapacitated, and they were on the ground awaiting pickup.
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Hamma was furious. he had never been so insulted. this little weakling, this New Conglomerate amateur pilot who he swatted just as easily as most swat flies, had the nerve to insult HIM? he didn't care WHAT the Terran high command said, he and CDL would eventually go after this guy personally.

[starrider]

just gets better and better

[Sando138]

Sando and his squadron had finally prepared enough. they were ready for Operation firestorm to commence. but a couple hundred radar blips approaching cereyshen changed all that. Sando and his team were dispatched as reinforcements. The snowy plains of Ceryshen was perfect cover for his metallic-white painted fighters. The falcons arrived to see the continent in chaos. Terran forces were flooding in, and the first ones in were fighters. Bearing the CDL logo.

these were the crack troopers of the TR; the elite guard, if you will. Sando read somewhere about an old special operations unit called 'Delta Force' back on earth. when enough information about this unit had been released at it's dissolution, he saw a startling comparison between the CDL and Delta Force. both were considered the best at what they do. they moved in secret, yet are still famed as a terrible foe. but they were different. Delta Force used small strike teams. CDL used an army, intensifying it's deadly abilities. So the best pilots, armored corps, and infantry divisions that the new conglomerate had to offer were sent to defend. although the bases were virtually unprepared. it was like what happened at Eureka, but with only one enemy bearing down on them.

the Falcons and NCAF arrived as a forerunner. the CDL airforce was still wreaking havoc when they showed up. by now, the Reaver Mk. II was now the standard fighter for both TR and NC. the CDL feigned retreat, and when the NC tried to put on the heat, they were surrounded. most of the pilots panicked and fired at anything red and black, most missing enirely. the Blue division of the falcons pulled the plug on the TRs impending victorty, destealthing outside the ring of enemies, and firing all of their missles at the exposed targets. while the CDL pilots were scattered by the sudden offensive, Sando spotted something that looked a heck of a lot like a Mosquito with Mk. II enhancements.

Hamma. I owe you a dirt-nap.

Suddenly Sando was diving down upon his enemy, swooping low to his level. Hamma had been caught off guard by the sudden attack but reoriented quickly, evading his machine gun fire, an omega-lancer bolt, and a rail gun rod. he proved that his reputation was no myth by dodging four locked-on BATAs with seemingly little effort. he retaliated with a shot from his own omega lancer that hit Sando in the right engine hub. no damage to the engine itself, but it fried the armor plate till it was brittle. 20mm chaingun rounds started coming in hailstorms as Hamma's omega lancer cooled. Sando dodged and wove, but was still hit by a lot of them. Sando dove down to tree level to avoid the shots. the mosquito dived with him, firing all the way, but much less accurately now that his target was on a steep dive. Sando got an idea, and jammed on the retro-thrusters, and expected the Mosquito to overshoot him right into his line of fire. it didnt. they were at the same height, with the mosquito stopped right behind him, both ships vertical.

"Whats the matter, Sando? no comeback? no joke about my tactics? not so cocky now, are you? go on, move. i promise you, if you go in any direction but down, into my firing lane, i'll stay behind you. you are completely-"

a missile from another Falcon shut up Hamma, who had to quit gloating and dodge like crazy to avoid it and all subsequent launches.

"This isn't finished yet, Sando! we have a score to settle!"
"You bet it isn't over! it isn't over till your carcass is spread over a square mile!"

Hamma saw he was outnumberd and disengaged, activated his afterburners, and flew off to check on the status of an attack on another base.

"We showed that coward, Silver 1!"
"He left because he is careful, not because he is afraid of us. he saw the odds were in our favor... for the moment."

[AztecWarrior]

w00t!
When I get back into action, there will be some 'mods' to my Reaver...

[Sando138]

(this ones a litle bit on the long side)
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The return of AztecWarrior to the New Conglomerate was one heck of a morale booster. well, thats an understatement. pilots had a new spring in their step. soldiers were light hearted for once. commanders seemed cheery. all but those who knew of Helios. Sando had recieved an emergency briefing regarding the nuclear weapon the Vanu were developing. He and the Silver Falcons were assigned a mission fairly vital to stopping the use of the weapon. His group was sent to cut off and eliminate Terrans attemting to gain access to Esamir. through unknown means, intelligence sources had determined that the CDL had finally caught wind of Helios as it was finalized, and was acting independently of the Terran Republic. they would doubtless try to capture the nuclear weapon in development here. what better way to frighten dissidents into submission than with the power of the sun?

Sando and company were resting at a base near Esamir when a message came through on twin-center-bandwidth radio transmissions, the squad's radio emergency frequency.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we are skipping the yellow, blue, and green. this is your RED ALERT. enemy fighters and a 'Universe' heavy cargo transport inbound vector number 4432759. insignia, radio transmissions, and flight patterns all determine that the strike force is a Clan Draconis Lupis operation. intercept and destroy with extreme prejudice."

Sando had one thing to say before mobilizing himself.
"You heard him, lets move!"

Sando and his squad deployed with lethal efficiency and plotted an intercept vector. they were headed to fight their toughest battle so far.
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Hamma still thought this move was reckless, but Manitou had insisted. he still kept thinking about what had happened the day before. getting blown to pieces is no fun at all. particularly if they regrow from the head down. he really wished Aztec would be escorting the bomb if the NC captured it first, cause he owed him the return of a favor. either him or Sando; that guy's outright defiance and ignorance make it worth every second of waiting to frag him again.

eMa was nervous. she had no doubt that the NC would use the bomb. if they had the chance, they would use it. the Vanu built it so obviously they intended to use it. but then again, if the TR captured it, wouldnt they use it too? it seemed that any way you look at it someone would get fried.

Squeeky had a general feeling of unease too, knowing that 2/3 of the New Conglomerate was establishing itself on Esamir. he had also heard what Hamma had said about that 'Sando' guy and his 'Silver Falcons'. "Good, but we're better." was all that he had said. Squeeky chose not to ask why, then, had he not shot down all of them.
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Sando and his squadron intercepted the CDL aprocimately 5 miles away from the gate. sando's well trained pilots spread out and picked individual targets. Sando started taking fire immediately, with enemy omega-lancers and missles missing by inches. but the attention and heat was taken off as each of the CDL pilots was engaged at close range by their falcon counterparts. Squeeky and eMa stook together, a deadly fighting force. Hamma was going solo, and was personally responsible for the destruction of five of the Falcons. but the odds swung in Sando's favor again, and eMa and Squeeky were forced to disengage, and call what remained of their troops to retreat. Hamma was furious to have been bested again, driving after Sando with a vengence. Sando was taken by suprise and took several volleys of chaingun fire. multiple caution lights flared as his reaver finally ceased function and entered a dive. he ejected and activated his kinetic dampeners, coming to rest on the ground.

Hamma looked triumphant as his target filled his sights when Sando's going away present activated. a rear-facing railgun on the dying ship fired a projectile that tore Hamma's Mosquito Mk. IIs tail off. he also forced to eject. in an ironic twist of fate, two of their respective empires greatest pilots would be forced to engage in hand-to-hand combat. Neither had time to draw his pistol or knife.

Hamma came in swinging, with a flurry of punches that caught sando off guard. but Sando retaliated with a solid punch to the gut and a stiff right to the face. Hamma backed off a little, recovering from the unexpected assault, when he made a sudden leg-sweep and tripped the New Conglomerate pilot. Sando fell on his back and heard a small, high power motor roar to life. he rolled away from the Terran soldier while he drove a Chainblade into the ground where he had been a second earlier. Sando got up as quickly as he could when the point of the blade encountered his chest.

while the chain itself didn't do any damage, the long spike on the tip pierced the chestplate of his Blue and Gold armor and drove into flesh. hearing a grunt of pain, his adversary pulled it out and tried to slash while he was vulnerable. the Silver Falcon drew a Mag-Cutter from a back carrying case, knocked aside the sweep of Hamma's blade, and drove his knee into the terran's ribcage. hamma staggered under impact of the blow, the chainblade falling from his hand as Sando heard ribs crack. Sando brought his free fist crashing into Hamma's goggled face, blood blossoming in drips from his nose. and lastly, he brought the point of the blade of his mag-cutter slamming home into Hamma's stomach, just below the ribcage.

The astonishment on the Terran Republic pilot's face was evident. he couldn't believe it. this pilot he considered an annoing moron had all but killed him.

Hamma gasped out a few last words.
"That.... hurt.... a LOT.... i'll make you pay fo this!"
"You can consider this payback for killing me and so many other pilots for my cause. And remember, paybacks are a bitch..."

Sando activated the magnetic vibration of the blade and gave it a sharp twist. Hamma screamed in pain (probably not as loud as Sando did while being immolated in his fighter about four months earlier by 12 missiles) as the NC pulled out the blade and sheathed it. he pulled the Terran's pistol from its holster, cocked it, and shot him at point blank range, ending his suffering. He would rebirth, but sando had other things to attend to, namely finding a ride and finishing his mission.

[starrider]

ohhh a gruesome death.......why didnt you let him suffer???