• The Sword felt warm on his side, as if the magic was burning its way out. He had an gunner with him, his ever faithful companion.
    "we cannot hold much longer captain," the gunner said "we have to retreat" The captain said nothing
    "please sir, we have lost." The gunner stayed behind the control panel of the Vaulk, not daring to look into the captains eyes
    "i suppose there is no choice in the matter," he said glumly "turn and retreat, this tresure had illuded us" the gunner rerouted all power to the rear engines.
    "thats not right..." said the gunner
    "pardon?"
    "unmanned aircrafts coming from north-west region"
    "then it appears we have company..." the captain turned the Vaulk to face the oncoming fighters.
    "send 30% energy to main cannons and 20% to turrets"
    "sir yes... wait, turrets?"
    "oh yes, take the wheel" the Captain dashed down the corridor and into the main turret while the gunner reluctantly took the wheel
    "how many are there?" asked the captain
    "3 elites sir"
    "then we better start shooting"

    The first was an easy shot, coming strait in. The second was flanked by the third but a rocket split them up and the sudden spinning made them an easy
    target.
    "well, that was easy" said the captain
    "where to now sir?"
    "home" he said simpily
    "ah, earth, such a pretty planet"
    "shut up dark elf and put your foot down!"
    "sir yes sir!"