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IvanTheGreat:
"Only to watch your back. These strangers are fast and strong, but so are you." The cadet saluted. "Prepare to launch, Bane." The control room door closed behind the cadet and lights flicked on the screens of Neo's M4, indicating that he was clear to go.

DeVars:
The ship flickered, the space around it distorting as it vanished with a series of clicks, hisses, and not-whistles. It was a series they had heard before, when other ships retreated. The Alien Songster handn't stopped its combat while it sang. It shot the engines out of an M3; the ship was quickly retrieved and retracted from combat.
The Hack brought out a particularly bad note, like metal scraping against glass.

Their opponents had any number of weaknessess-- they just weren't the same on any ship. One might be slow on the dodge, while another quick on the wing, one fast to fire, the other a hesitator. Just like human fighters. A quick glance at their own (chaotic) ranks, and one could see similar markers on any of them. Here was a fighter that was a quick shot, but slow turner, there one that could pilot like a bird and shoot like a goose.

The little Lone Shark (though he was quite invisible to the Academy Defenders) looked around, suddenly aware that he was alone. The horridly facinating sound of his voice quit with a quiet 'kerp' sound, said quite like the human, and species associated with, 'meep.' And thoughts along the line of 'I'm in trouble' though portrayed in more of the mysteriously incomprehensible clirpings of the Shark-Ship pilots.
He flitted upwards, charging his weapon, his unit warped out and all on his lonesome. If he managed things right.......

A whole unit to the far left flank vanished with that mysterious warping of the space around them. It was much more pronounced when they did it in large numbers than in singles. A squad- Munin by the markings on the ships- swooped into the space as the warp faded. It wasn't hard to imagine the cunning Munin leader cursing with the igenuity of Sailor-Mercanary-Marines. He was a clever fellow, but that retreat had bothered him. The ships in his squad of four turned slowly, menacingly, to another Shark-Ship unit. One imagined that a shudder ran through those ships, a hair-raising tremor through them--except the ships had no hair to raise.

The shot caught the wing, resulting in a half-charged discharge of the Shark's gun in Touya's direction. The ship spun a bit, something that sounded very much like a curse- and had it been understandable, it would have been one- sounded in the hack's channel, and space warped around his ship, which was to badly damaged to fly.
The Squad Munin had turned on was in for it bad, though they didn't run--immediatly.

((If IvanTheGreat doesn't launch soon, he'll be launching to clean-up duty))

((Yurp.))

The dodge was successful, thought there was a bit of shadow on the arm, where the beam had passed very close to the material of the ship. The sharks were persistant, though there numbers were greatly reduced. This sally was proving a failure to them, but at no small cost for the Academy.

Munin's targets vanished, and the ships stooped on another badly harried unit. They'd found a method that worked, swooping their ships out of the way of fire and back into formation, machingunning their opponents with rapid fire and crowding them against eachother as they came in far to fast, and far to close to the ships for any comfort. It was reckless, but seemed to work.

((Battery powered weaponry... Projectiles are soooo last millenia! XD
The ship's enginges went up in a fireball, and the ship warped out. It was surely his imagination, but the Munin leader thought, for an instant, he'd seen something other than twisting starlight in the heat haze of their transporter.
But surely not...
A unit of small fast ships, more compact than the M3's and 4's, bearing the tell-tale brand of the Academy, zipped from ship to ship, little crane-claws extended from the bottom of their ships holding battery packs, while others carried small fueal tanks. In-flight refurb. Nice.

((Pull something feasible *stifles laughter-anything here? Feasible? Ha!* and feel free to try it.))

A round faced cadet with the patch of a Command focused student grinned. "Thanks for the cover, Hugi." A filler ship swooped back to the Academy as another joined the ranks. Now that one thought of it, they'd been doing this off and on all through the fight... "We appreciate it, just don't lose your hides guarding us. Our ships are fast enough to dodge." He smiled though, any harshness in his words softened by the affable grin, and genuine attitude of easy going friendliness.
One of the remaining units turned turned to guard its companions rears--since they didn't seem to be doing to sharp a job of it.

(( xd I's cool, Kiku. youse be busy.))

The girl was not mistaken by the blip at her back. A ficker of light, the shimmering starburst that meant a Shark was charging up. Tick... tock... Shortly it would fire... and shortly, there'd be nothing left of that puny M4... The Shark pilot gave the equivalent of a chuckle.