A dozen dark specks flashed across the blackness of space, not quite as dark as the void surrounding them as they sped towards the glittering flashes of the warring star ships. The triangular fighters broke into three smaller groupings of four craft each, assuming a battle spread formation as they joined the chaotic space battle. The lead element dove at rebel fighter pack accelerating to full attack speed before unleashing a volley of missiles at the enemy craft. The rebel fighters scattered, reaction jets seeming to flair randomly on the ships as they attempted to evade the hunting missiles; turning the ships at what would be impossible angles in atmosphere but in vacuum only momentum and vector mattered. The much nimbler missiles veered into one then another of the enemy fighters, reducing one to a streaking red fireball for a fraction of a second as atmosphere and reaction mass ignited the second was probably just a doomed, tumbling uncontrollably away as venting plasma trailed after the ruined craft.<br/><br/>Kyrrazazovy looked about, her amber cat eyes fixing on one of the surviving fighters as she dove towards it her and the other triangular shaped crafts pivoting around almost in perfect unison as the quartet of fighter’s rapid fire plasma cannons fired.<br/>Reddish orange shards of deadly magnetically compressed superheated plasma lanced out at the rebel fighters one pivoted to return fire but too late as it was overwhelmed in the hail of plasma bolts it shields failing a fraction of a second before its hull was melted and torn apart by the lethal bolts. The remaining rebel fighters ran, desperate to put distance between themselves and the attacking Naz'Úlairi fighters. Kyrrazazovy growled her G-suit compressing her lithe form her fighter pirouetting around seeking the next target as she issued orders to the other fighters in her subgroup. Her orders to the fighters weren’t spoken, they were thought. She and her fighter craft worked as a single entity her fighter was for all practical purposes an extension of herself; the nano-tech and wetware that was laced through her body and brain let her operate the fighter through thought alone.<br/><em>”Break, reform and intercept prey at 45-280 my mark.”</em>she thought The space around her seemingly filled with miniature ships, cruisers, dreadnoughts, fighters and missiles the interfacing computer adding markers and data to the toy ships as she reached out and touched a point in space.<br/>A moment later the general withdraw order came across the comm net, all fighters were ordered to recover to a friendly vessel or... sacrifice.<br/><em>All Banshees regroup and recover. </em>Her mind shifting through all the data that the sensors of her Talon fighter were feeding to her;<em> recover alliance dreadnought Liege at once! </em>she mentally shouted to the other fighters in the squadron, her squadron.<br/><br/>The black and red tiger striped fighters all broke off angling towards the massive dreadnought even as the rebel fleet closed with the battered ship. The task-force was outnumbered it was now two to five on this side of the planet and one of the dreadnoughts was already under full burn towards the systems star, hoping to use the stars radiation to shield it form the rebel fleet.<br/>The Liege was moving too recalling it's fighter craft and signalling it's intent to jump out.<br/>The Naz'Úlairi fighters closed on the Liege their IFF systems identifying them as friendly forces as they crossed over the ships dorsal surface the fighters making sharp 180 degree snap turns then burning at full drive back towards the Dreadnoughts hanger bay. They would have to come in fast, well above the safe landing speed.<br/>One of the black and red striped fighters exploded in bright red and violet fireball, some random ordnance obliterating the ship as a swarm of anti-ship missiles impacted against the liege's shields and hull.<br/>Two, then another three of the black and red tiger striped Naz'Úlairi fighters touched down in the bay, several other fighter craft followed sabers, cutlasses, a single morningstar some bearing the Liege's fighter group marking others belonging to other alliance ships.<br/><br/>Two additional Talons touched down; one out of room in the overloaded landing bay clipped a newly arrived Saber spinning the fighter craft around as the Talon slammed hard into the deck, gouging a long rent into the deck plating. The chaos in the landing bay was different than the chaos outside but no less extreme.<br/>Kyrrazazovy powered down her fighter releasing the cockpit from the fighter. unlike most of the common fighter craft the Talon's cockpit was accessed from below the lower armor canopy sliding forward the flight control station descending from the craft. She released the combat flight harness, her tight black and crimson fight suited form disconnected from the flight control system as she ripped off her angular flight helmet as she yelled for the deck officer.<br/>In that same instance the ship lurched; the frantic deck crew, marines and pilots were thrown to the deck. Kyrrazazovy grabbed onto the wing of a saber, barely managing to stay on her feet as the ship continued to shudder for far longer than was normal for a jump. The emergency bay bulkhead slammed into place the swirling colors of hyperspace nauseating. The jump ended just a violently as it began the ship lurching one last time before becoming suddenly still, sparking power junctions and flickering lighting replaced the earlier chaos as the crew began getting  back to their feet.<br/><br/>Kyrrazazovy resumed her search for the deck officer, they were going to need a damage report for the bridge and given how short the jump seemed to have been they may need to be able to conduct flight operations sooner rather than later...<br/>