“New orders from the boss, Ag.”
“Yeah, we’re extracting… ah, crap. With localized anti-orbital, this close? The Black Ops won’t make it to warp fast enough before they get clipped pretty rough.”
“Yeah… they won’t.”
“We could hit some of the Amarrian anti-orbital that’s been setup maybe? Punch a hole, make a window.”
“And alert them outright that somethings coming or trying to get out from under them. And that ladyfriend you just had to go and bomb will have her fighters swarming over our asses while we’re trying to do it almost immediately.”
“Winds… screw this… and if we try to slow drift the Black Ops out under cloak, well… we’ll be here for a week trying to slip away.”
“We don’t have a week Agonarch.”
“I know Kar.”
“What about continental powergrids? It’ll affect more than just the anti-orbitals, but give us a few hours to make a run for it, if we pull it off right.”
“That… that could work. But we’re going to have to hit up our friend again…”
“You sure you’re not obsessed with this bitch?”
“Shut it Karve… I really don’t like her, but she’s got one of the grid stations leading to the primary anti-orbital batteries in her sector… we’ll go after that one last.”
“So. How we going to get the objective? Ag… I know that look, no.”
“Hehehe, remember that Carrier Assault in CXN1?”
“I remember you made me use my Scarab to draw AAA and fighters while you blitzed heatsinks and the core with a Yurei…”
“Well… you got a better idea? Scar’s got the plating to soak micro-missiles, and flak, and you know just as well what that EMS system can do. I won’t be using a Yurei this time, too flimsy, I’ll be running a Wraith.”
“Fine, we’ll do it your way, but you owe me.”
“We’ll settle up after we manage to get the hell out of here.”
