Dace hit the afterburner. His body is pushed back into the chair as the Gravitational Forces take there toll. Swerving the fighter from side to side, he tries to glance back to spot his foe's location. Nothing.
A red flare whizzes past the cockpit, the heat from the shivan lazer warming his face.
Dace curses and puts the fighter into a tight turn. A white glare begins to spread over his vision as he begins to blank out. Casually easing off the turn he hits manauvering thrusters and performs a 180 degree turn, a special ability unique to this new fighter.
Dace spots his foe racing towards him. Smiling, he hits the burners. Jeting directly at the Shivan Dragon! The Shivan takes the challenge and does the same. Dace keeps burning towards the Shivan ignoring the warning lights bleeping at him on his Heads Up Display. Gaining more and more speed both fighters approach each other as a blur.
Dace begins to count down until impact in his mind.
5... 4... 3... Red lasers glare past him, 2... a shot hits the nose and pieces of hull go streaking off into the void, 1...
Dace suddenly hits the trigger and pulls hard on the control stick.
A large metallic clash echos through the fighter's Hull as a silent explosion lights up in the dark void. The shivan ship destroyed.
Dace nods to himself, and as if in prayer touches the weapon system of his personal favourite gun. His old friend. The loyal, the true, the Flail.
