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A tingling shot up from the base of Aki's spin, she didn't feel right about this. "Kia" Aki said, promtness in her voice. "I can't turn my tracer on, I'm sending you out. I've got someone on my back." Kia gave a short woof and broke out of the buckle with a quick snap. The cyber dog broke free, speeding for home base. They still had some rouges out here.

With Kia set off Aki tuned all her senses on her 'stalker' She set her radar on sensitive and tuned to a closed channel. "I know you're there." She said across the Shark's frequncy.

((*Salutes* Yes, but since Aki can't turn on her tracker, so base can find her, she had to send Kia. ^^;;

She should be >_> Why do you ask Silent-senpai?))

((XD Yes, Then I would think Aki's in her dark blue space suit. ^^ And Kia would be in a gold one >.o ))

Kikuka:
The ship behind Aki continued to charge its weapon.
That is, until it saw the four- or was that five?- appendeged creature eject from the globule of glassy substance atatched to the bow of the strange enemy planes that they conjectured was a cockpit. The thing had a boulbous head- spherical, even-, crystaline clear and filled with- what was that creature? That beast? Jaws, fangs, hair! Nothing like anything he'd seen.
Except... Yesss. . .
With a sudden surge the ship lifted two lengths (the distance from wing-tip to wing-tip of a ship), discharged his laser in the careless direction of a supply unit, and vanished with the distortion of space that was becoming distinctly familiar. So much so, that the Cadets were beginning to call their exits, 'Warping.'

DeVars:
((ppcs?))
Touya's attacks were working. To a point. After a few minutes of dancing, the ships veered upwards and sheered off, gathering a good distance away for a tactical huddle (or equivalent there of). They knew a distraction when they saw one, and had they had eyes, or had the humans been able to see them, it would have been like looking into the baleful flames that constituted glares. The ships shifted for a lethal attack, and the tell-tale glow of their charging rays appeared...
But something stopped them. ((At this point, anyone with a tap to the enemy lines should begin reading, Thank you.)) An emission on their line that sounded in their own language, that sounded, to experienced Communications students (who really should be listening, since they're going to get put to translation), excited. All chattering across the field- all enemy chatter, that is- died. And died as suddenly as water freezes when tossed into space without a shield.
Then, as though this impossible silence had brought it about, every single Shark Ship on the field vanished with only the briefest distortion of the stars that faded as the Cadets watched, and the pieces of shattered ships- M4s only, all Sharks had been warped away, whether in tiny pieces or not- to say that they had been.
Somewhere on their audio lines, a Cadet from Chizand began a victory song of her people, and through every visual caught, and every audio feed heard, the feeling of tension dropped, and people relaxed. A Munin girl went limp in her seat and cried while laughing.

It was done.
They could go home and settle back into the normal life, as full as it was of work and pranks, and get back to the business of being an Academy Cadet, and figuring out how to throw a keg party without getting caught.
. . .For now. . .

jasaes ship which had run out of control during the fight was now 'stumbeling about space' as it returned to the base

((I'm sorry... You'll get a chance at one later. Maybe.
Err.... Love the logic and all, but it was anyone who had a tap to the enemy comms heard the words. If you didn't have a tap, you saw them warp out abruptly, and you'll here about what happened in the form of gossip, either in the coms or in Base))

"DINNERTIME!" Some guy shouted, his M3 shooting towards the hangar. "WOOHOO!!!!!" He had the sound of someone who enjoyed the simple things and life. The kind you can trust to never forget when dinner is.
"MAX!" Another ship, also an M3, veered after the fool.
Rithvur chuckled. "Gold ol' Marshall..." He said, before becoming serious. "Alright everybody. Those of you who are hurt, the Infirmiry is preped to receive you, her docking bay is open. So git!" A dismaying number of ships, M3s&4, swung to Galactic east and looped around to a port in the side of the Academy.
"Now fer the rest of ya," Rithvur smiled. "We seem to have survived our first battle. The first battle fought between ships in decades. Not bad for a bunch of cadets who're greener than Chizandian grass " He grinned. "Now personally, I think Marshall's got the right idea. Lets dock our ships, shed our gear and grab some grub!"
"If you've got questions, they'll have to wait until after dinner, maybe over breakfast. Contrary to what ya'll might believe, we will keep you updated as to what we learn. Now, you've gotten your orders. Hop to it!" Mithril ordered, smiling, both in amusement and relief. The commanders blinked out, and the ships marked with the symbol for the teachers slipped out of the throng of ships to the outer edge.

jasae opened the cockpit and fell out landing on the ground "oof!"

DeVars:
She grinned wickedly. "Bath, is it? Well! You'll want the 'bath-house' then. Our private quarters don't have baths." She covered her grin with her hand. "I'll show you where they are and collect your uniform for you. I doubt anyone had time to foolow the nicesties, what with setting up the makeshift infirmiry in the halls, and all. To many injured. This way!" She skipped off to the corner of a hall and turned to look back him, only now realising that he might not feel like skipping about, much less moving at high speeds.

Jasae:
"Well. If you weren't hurt before you probably are now." The girl quipped. She darted over and helped him up. "C'mon, how y'doin'? Hard time, hurt? On yer feet, Comadore!"