The battle joined with haste. The thumping of heavy ship to ship batteries brightly illuminated the dark vacuum for just a moment before dissipating beyond the proverbial horizon. The blue Gelgoog broke off with its two HiZacks and his own sortie of Rick Doms followed in line. Any lingering thoughts regarding the captain or the recently 'disciplined' Ensign were pushed away and only the battle remained. This would be good for the Lieutenant to clear his head and be in a proper fight again and would likely do the others some good too. There weren't petty problems here, just a question of who won and who died.<br/><br/>The pattern of Rick Doms stayed true as they swung low in proportion to the battlefield. If they could drop off from the attention of the two Salamis vessels and strike from the underbelly it'd be quick.<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">"They've got artillery units out here!</span><br/><br/>The crackled voice of Garrou erupted throught the Kämpfer's cockpit and matching what the sensors were able to pick up through the minovsky particles they weren't only outgunned but outnumbered too. They couldn't fall back and ambush because their own ships were directly next to them. Viktor pulled up the sensors briefly around them but there wasn't any sizable debris field to use to flank through, at least not obvious at the moment. That meant they're only real advantage was having superior speed in their mobile suits. It would be hard for the HiZacks.<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">"Shit! He's right on me, I can't shake him!"</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Damn it all. . .</span><br/><br/>The mobile suits approached the two battleships and cannon fire danced around them. Whatever surprise they may have had was gone and now it was simply time to fight. Likely the enemy mobile suits would fall back to engage the Rick Doms and protect the ships.<br/><br/>"Fettel take charge!I will provide support. Fire the Beam Bazookas at the thruster array the moment you're in range. Use the standard bazookas on the bridge. Out!"<br/><br/>The Lieutenant Junior Grade would handle it. Viktor hadn't fought with Fettel before but knew of his attitude. He was less professional and more laid back than Romav was and that was likely the reason he was still an LJG but he was certainly a capable pilot like hopefully every soldier here. The MS-18 broke from the line with 4 doms and lingered with the bazooka in hand. He'd have to engage the mobile suits to give the Doms a chance.<br/><br/>Out of the corner of his eye Viktor watched a bright light punch forward and realized it was Garrou driving straight for the enemy line. There was no way they would leave this battle unscathed now it was a question of spending the men's lives in the most impactful way. The Lieutenant had an idea that might work and opened a joining com between the two. He slammed the pedals down and felt the compression in his seat again as the suit soared away from the Doms. The voice strained from the force but there was a calm about the voice like a man accustomed to it.<br/><br/>"Garrou! I am with you! We will engage the suits and swing back toward the Salamis and drag them into the fire of the Doms!"<br/><br/>There was no need to explain further. With their enhanced speed they would outpace the Feddie suits except for maybe the high mobility model and he'd have to deal with it. If it was just an upgraded GM then it should be easy. The Kämpfer tore through propellant to meet the other two suits. He had the bazooka now and would aim to take out the artillery units. Bright beams danced across his display leaving only milliseconds to react but a good history behind the controls of the highly mobile Kämpfer lent to more developed reflexes.