100 kilometers.
Gloved paws gripped the controls tightly, with eyes of gold that watched about fifty enemy ships flying his way.
Fifty kilometers.
A slow smirk crossed the muzzle of the wolf's face as he kept the white-and-blue fighter on a straight, smooth course at the advancing pack. The enemies drew closer and closer to the lone aircraft, all too confident that this would be a simple kill.
A canine voice crackled over the communications line, "Vince, you need to pull back while you still can! You're up against more than you can handle!" The wolf sat back and smiled, bracing himself against the controls of his fighter. "Not a chance."
100 meters.
That was all the
distance he needed. He moved his fist down in a white flash to pound
the button. The afterburners of his ship kicked on, jetting his
fighter headlong into the fray. Gunning down many and dropping five bombs, he all but tore through three of them. "What are you?!?" screamed the ape commander. That was all
it took. The fear in their leader's eyes made 20 very scared apes
jet away as quickly as they could.
Vincent White heaved a
sigh of relief, and then smiled at the effectiveness of his simple
tactic. It certainly had the effect he had hoped for. The voice of
his only co-pilot, Stella, came on the com link once again.
"Phew… that
could've killed you, you know that? If that trick hadn't worked,
you'd be cooked right now." Vincent could tell by
her voice that she was steamed, so he tried to play it safe,
"Guess
I got lucky then, huh?"
"You're damn right
you got lucky!" she yelled, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't get
so angry, just… promise me you'll be more careful, alright?" She finished her
sentence, and Vincent nodded sheepishly at the screen. He was about to thank her for her concern when he noticed something red
coming in the corner of his eye. He looked at the source and saw a cloud of red blips on his radar closing in on his position.
"Crap. We've
got more company," he said with his eyes trained on the dots that
continued to grow in number. Stella looked at him and saw something
foreign in his eyes... could it be fear?
"Vince? …How many?"
"No less than 300, and I'm out of bombs."