Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-26355186-20150721115811/@comment-26809040-20150804194954

"Shit, shit, shit, SHIT, SHIT!"

Varrus's voice filled the fireteam comms as he clumsily sent his jumpship into a roll, desprately trying to shake the nimble hive fighter that was tailing him. The normally stoic and collected titan was swearing for a good reason: He could take a full auto rifle clip to the chest without flinching, and could crush the skull of a fallen captain without his armour on, but he was about as adept at space combat, and flying in general for that matter, as he was at walking through normal sized doorways.

His roll esclated into a dive-roll, the engines of the draught of nectar running at full burn. The hive ship, for its part, simply stayed level, keeping pace while timing its shots to hit the wildly spinning ship. The draught was heavily armoured, and moderatly armed, but this counted for little when combined with the lack of skill of its pilot.

Varrus managed to level his ship out, and, seeing Zand's eariler move, decided to replicate it. Cutting engins, he managed to significantly slow his foward motion, until the hive fighter zipped past on his left. Taking his chance, Varrus hammered back on the trigger of the joystick, sending a burst of autocannon rounds into the delicate hive craft. His Moment of triumph was short lived however, as a large piece of the destroyed craft spiraled into his own, raking against the outer hull and sending the draught spinning off course toward the ramains of ceres below.

"SHHHHIIIIIIIIIT!"

The jumpship, despite Varrus's best argument to the contrary, decided to plow nose-first across the barren moonscape, coming to a stop with the timely intervention of a large wall.