Jack Ryson hated the patrol days, long hours of loneliness without anyone but the stars to talk to. His slyphid fighter rolled over casually, gently sweeping through the debre field, littered with ghost ships...tirolian and human alike, great gaping holes in their hulls, weapons silent, engines not burning bright, and cabin lights not making their tiny glows in the eternal blackness of space. The previously horrifying power of the tirolian mother ships was gone, as they floated quietly in the void, all life had faded from them, salvage teams had already picked apart everything they could from the wrecks. Jack bobbed under a dead bioroid, large holes in its armor, the faceplate blown open, blue chunks of metal black where plasma bolts had burned through the heavy armor. It wasn't bad looking at destoryed bioroids, which Jack had seen plenty off in those last few horrible months of the war, but it was this section of the patrol that brought heavy sadness to his heart. Hovertanks, slyphid fighters, loagans, and ajax copters were everywhere, completely obliterated. Jack engaged the auto pilot, and in his own tradition, made a sharp salute to the massive graveyard of fallen human mecha. The journey through that segment took mere minutes, but it bore a heavy load on Jack's heart...because that area was where his old unit had been destoryed, until he had been reassigned to another. He cleared that area, and the autopilot disengaged. Jack took the stick, and pulled up, gracefully arcing the slyphid over the ow of the fallen tristar cruiser omega which had sacraficed itself to take out a tirolian heavy cruiser. The ship might have made it had they not tried to fire all their weapons in one devastating barrage...which did work sucessfully, but it overloaded the reactor, and the life support systems failed...everyone suffocated. Jack had gone through the graveyard a million times...and everytime, he did the same thing...until this time. His sensors bleeped for his attention, knocking him out of his trance like state. He glanced at the display and frowned...there was a faint protocultre signal coming from one of most historcal wrecks there was...the wreck of the command ship tristar, which had rammed the lead mothership to destory it. Jack mumbled something under his breath, and flipped his com gear on. "Phoenix 7 to Phoenix Lead, we got anyone in the tristar area?" he said slowly. There was a click as his squadron leader came back. "Negative Phoenix 7...whats going on Jack, you got somethin?" he asked with the slightest hint of concern in his voice. Jack frowned and double checked his reading. "Sir, I have protocultre emissions from that region, reccomend yellow alert, permission to investigate." he said professionally. His squadron leader paused. "Attention all units, protocultre emissons located by Phoenix 7 in the Tristar region, yellow alert, I reapeat yellow alert, converge to investigate." he said over the open channel. Jack lit his engines, and accelerated to full speed, his fighter dodging debree. When he came to the Tristar region, the signal was as strong as three standard bioroids. Jack shifted the deadly looking slyphid into battleoid mode, plasma rifle coming into the right hand. He reached down to pull open some sheet of metal...and his fighter was tackled by a massive bioroid, painted entirely in black. Jack didn't waste a second..."RED ALERT! I'M UNDER ATTACK! RED ALERT! NEED BACKUP NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he yelled, grabbing at his control sticks, flipping the battleoid into a crouch, aiming at the bioroid...which was amazingly flying on its own, without a hover craft. It raised its arms, and ion beams shot from them, another impossible feature...bioroids needed weapons drums...but none the less, Jack went evasive, returning fire with his plasma rifle, shots missing wildly. He was amazed by the speed of the thing, it reacted instantly, closing the gap and nearly scoring a wild right cross as it closed to melee range. Jack spun his battleiod, accelerating, and smashed into the back of the 'roid, using the rifle as a club, the butt of it smashing into the bioroids back. It went sailing into the hull of the mothership, but as soon as it touched down, it kicked off, the plasma bolts crashing into the hull, burning through in a few places. The black bioroid fired at him again, darting through space in a zig zag patteren, Jack barely able to track him. Jack did manage to dodge the blasts, and get under the thing, firing away, plasma bolts shooting up at it. The bioroid wasn't quite fast enough to dodge them all, and one smacked into its chest. Sparks flew, and it was sent reeling. Jack flew up at it, changing to fighter mode, and laugning off every missile he had. The missiles streaked in at their target, and the black bioroid was blasted by dozens of explosions...but when the smoke was gone...it was drifting, intact, apparently completely stunned. Jack's squad arrived..and after a brief recap...they hauled it back to space station Liberty for examination.