There were days when he really wanted to kill something, and other days when he really wanted to kill everything. Today was fast turning into one of the latter.<br/><br/>He had dozed off, fully secured into his crash webbing, which was why he wasn't flung into the deck as they suddenly were moving perpendicular to their previous course, were at a 45 degree angle, and the engines screaming. He idly reflected that it was just as well the dampeners were reduced, as it tended to play havoc with a pilot's control of their vehicle due to how the field adjusted their flying characteristics. He glanced at the window, apparently unconcerned about the sudden attack, but he was getting royally pissed. Apparently the attack on the MASTER base had somehow compromised more than just the location.