If there was one thing Dustin did have, it was spare ammunition. Well, the heavy-duty stuff; mostly he stuck to using Elemental charges which, though obviously less effective than he would’ve liked them to be, they were self-replenishing and sufficed for most of the smaller, singular targets.
Taking out a carrier was a priority Dustin was saving for later times, once he got used to flying this ship in the first place and once he felt confident enough to take it on. This included convincing himself that his vessel was nice and airtight, and thus would not spontaneously develop a fault somewhere and explode and have him fall either in perpetual non-gravity or to the ground of the planet below. But then he would think of a bit of wiring that he could’ve done better, or perhaps a safety feature that had just enough holes in it to make it unnerving, even if they were the microscopic kinds of holes, because those were the worst kinds of holes, and—
—Damnit, he needed to focus. Dustin bit his lip and guided the Dart into a sharp ascent, ducking past Ohm headed for the surface. Their numbers increase as he got closer, and only then did they begin to notice him; in a desperate attempt to shake off the ones on his rear and surprise those above, Dustin brought the fusion engine up a level, pulled the steering into his chest, which consequently began compressing as soon as they went vertical. The G-Forces at this stage were manageable—perhaps it would’ve been better if he didn’t start spinning.
Like a semi through a swarm of gnats, the Dart’s razor edges sliced through unsuspecting Ohm, damaging and distracting but, unfortunately, not killing. The ones that saw him coming got a face full of crystalline plasma matter and were thus significantly deterred. The Leviathan came quickly into view and continued to grow at a frightening pace.
Dustin probably should’ve said something official into the comm system, as it was on during this entire time so that he could say that he was actually headed up there, but with the air being forcefully pressed out of his lungs there was little more the genius could articulate, other than perhaps a long, frantic-sounding yell:
’INCOMING!’
A black slab of metal peppered with bits of Ohm flew in a sudden arch over the damaged Leviathan, releasing two bombs of varying chemical compositions. One had a charge, and would make a small explosion upon impact; with any luck it would also ignite the other. The chemicals would react, several seconds would pass, and…
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Taking out a carrier was a priority Dustin was saving for later times, once he got used to flying this ship in the first place and once he felt confident enough to take it on. This included convincing himself that his vessel was nice and airtight, and thus would not spontaneously develop a fault somewhere and explode and have him fall either in perpetual non-gravity or to the ground of the planet below. But then he would think of a bit of wiring that he could’ve done better, or perhaps a safety feature that had just enough holes in it to make it unnerving, even if they were the microscopic kinds of holes, because those were the worst kinds of holes, and—
—Damnit, he needed to focus. Dustin bit his lip and guided the Dart into a sharp ascent, ducking past Ohm headed for the surface. Their numbers increase as he got closer, and only then did they begin to notice him; in a desperate attempt to shake off the ones on his rear and surprise those above, Dustin brought the fusion engine up a level, pulled the steering into his chest, which consequently began compressing as soon as they went vertical. The G-Forces at this stage were manageable—perhaps it would’ve been better if he didn’t start spinning.
Like a semi through a swarm of gnats, the Dart’s razor edges sliced through unsuspecting Ohm, damaging and distracting but, unfortunately, not killing. The ones that saw him coming got a face full of crystalline plasma matter and were thus significantly deterred. The Leviathan came quickly into view and continued to grow at a frightening pace.
Dustin probably should’ve said something official into the comm system, as it was on during this entire time so that he could say that he was actually headed up there, but with the air being forcefully pressed out of his lungs there was little more the genius could articulate, other than perhaps a long, frantic-sounding yell:
’INCOMING!’
A black slab of metal peppered with bits of Ohm flew in a sudden arch over the damaged Leviathan, releasing two bombs of varying chemical compositions. One had a charge, and would make a small explosion upon impact; with any luck it would also ignite the other. The chemicals would react, several seconds would pass, and…