by Dan E. Boy
Fausk turned to Chewy and said, "He'll chase us, you know."
"I know," Chewy replied calmly. As he said this, two of the jets peeled away from the sides of the fleet, and headed back toward the Rhymer.
Fausk noticed this on the radar, peering over the pilot's shoulder. He stepped back and sat next to Chewy again.
"Those won't stop him," Fausk said.
"I know. But they'll buy us enough time to get far enough away and think of a plan," Chewy replied.
Several kilometres back, the Rhymer had noticed the two jets bearing down on him.
Oh, shit. There's live pilots in there, and most likely they don't know who they're really working for. Can't destroy the jets.
He quickly said:
"I need to face these bloody planes,
without causing the pilots much pain."
He bolted up into the air in a surge of energy.
The jets let loose a barrage of weaponry at the Rhymer, more than enough to blow a person into nothing more than red dust, several times over.
The Rhymer quickly erected a force field, and the blasts bounced harmlessly off. He stood his ground, hovering in mid-air while the planes zoomed around him, occasionally firing. His force-field help up.
I need to think of something. If I retreat, they'll follow me. If I destroy the planes, I'll kill the pilots.
Suddenly, as if on cue, both pilots ejected at once and parachuted to the ground.
Interesting...
The jets, however, continued in their course, flying circles around the Rhymer and firing in at him.
What the hell...? Some sort've weird auto-pilot...
One veered in, flying straight at him. The Rhymer flew beneath it, then upward, flying right through it and turning it into a hunk of flaming scrap metal.
He turned toward the other jet and flew right at it. Within seconds, it was scattered across the ground.
They knew I could take out those planes. They were just trying to buy time. I'm coming for you bastards.