Diplomacy first was always The Commonwealth's contract enforcement policy. Afterall, if the situation can be resolved peacefully first, that is continued business. At least, that the way Septh saw it. The Commonwealth very likely used this as PR tool to gain support, and in every likelihood, would shoot first determined on the Client's standing with the Pirate Group. And when diplomacy failed, well, that's where he came in. He had been monitoring The Suit's comms The moment The Sword had ended his conversation with The Suit, Seph, the overall Commander for the The Suit's Alliance gave the order. "All ships engage Commonwealth EW ships, don't let them jam you before you get off the a volley or two." Moments later, space filled with tracers and smoke trails of hybrid rounds and missiles. As the engagement began faster ships began to maneuver to throw off guns and slower boats just moved only to adjust range. With most engagements, the first casaulties are always the EW ships. Within moments EW ships of the Pirates exploded under the concentrated fire, their logistical support unable to keep up. Eyeing his virtual HUD displayed over his camera drone, he smiled. "Deploy fighters," he ordered at last...it was time the FCW met a formidable foe.
"INCOMING!" Pensky shouted over his comms, to his wingman. He weaved through the formation of combat vessels, trying to avoid the anti-ship missiles from a frigate. The field was breathtaking, carcasses of cruisers, battleships, and ships of all sizes litered this area of space. What had started as a simple fleet exercise as a group of capsuleers and their pirate organization had warped right in the middle of The Swords' Edge, a rather large mercenary group that most pilots avoided. From that moment on, the situation turned into battleships blasting other battleships and battlecruisers at near point blank range with missiles and guns.
Pensky looked behind him before thrusting his fighter down, and doing a sharp yaw to the right, running along the top of an enemy Drake that was also currently turned sideways. The battlecruiser had suffered catastrophic damage, and it's armor and hull were in the process of being torn to shreds by a nearby Raven Class Battleship. A cruise missile hammered into one of the 'forks' of the Drake, hurling chunks of hull into space as it broke off. He suddenly veered off, up towards an Incursus class frigate, that was on its last legs of armor. He grinned and locked on to the frigate. As his collision alarms sounded he fired off a salvo of deadly micro-missiles towards his target before suddenly applying reverse thrusters, pulling a sharp 100 degree upwards maneuver and headed at a slight angle away from his target.
Despite his evasive action his previous forward momentum carried him to within a meter of the vessel before it was able to fly past the bow, probably giving the bridge crew a scare. He smiled as his missiles hit, taking away the rest of the armor and puncturing the hull underneath. The missiles chasing him failed to turn in time, hitting the same section he had just hit. It was enough firepower to rip the frigate in half, causing secondary explosions that exploded the front section of the ship, and leaving the rear section tumbling through space, a massive fire consuming its carcass as if a gateway to hell had suddenly opened up. It collided with a Caracal, sending the the cruiser careening to its right, chunks of its own armor flying off before internal explosions blasted a large firey hole in its side.
Pensky laughed loudly, "Two in one! Did you see that?" His wingman that had been flying with him at a distance chuckled. "Pure luck! You're only lucky that cruiser already had its shields disabled!" Pensky smirked before they resumed their formation, chasing a pair of hostile fighters.