<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/elmTVS8.png)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Jennifer Tarleton</span></strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1qIQ4wdGp2XF0GXVHPoVyQ2MhBZ_WvFhS5vnLxabUE4A/edit)<br/><br/>"Now!" Jen's voice barked over the comm, as she pushed the throttle down, grinning like a madwoman at the sudden surge of acceleration that pushed her back in her seat for a moment, putting the fighter into a sharply banked turn that brought her out behind and below the pursuing pods, a feral grin of satisfaction on her face.<em>Sorry, you lot, but these are my orders.  Time to die a glorious burning death!</em><br/><br/>"Change of plans, Javier."  Jen swore, shaking her head with a grimace.  "Break right, go after the runners.  They cannot get away under any circumstances.  Weapons free, weapons free!"  With that, she ran the targeting system up, and fired once... twice...  Two missiles streaking off after the two pods closest to Skids.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">71 and 02 on my Weapon Systems rolls to target lock and launch those missiles.</div></div>