0935 Hours

The volleys from both fleets didn't stop, nor did their advance towards each other. Some rockets slammed into the ships around the Ithika II, while others missed by what seemed to be inches. But neither fleet faltered in this game of chicken. Even though the browncoat vessels were outnumbered 3 to 1 they still didn't hesitate in their boost towards the enemy. By now the battle was taking a real shape. Fighters and other small craft were engaging in a large hairball in the center while others were zipping towards their enemies to see what damage they could do. The fleets weren't far from connecting with each other, which in Naval terms wasn't exactly the smartest thing to do, as friendly fire would become an abundant feature of the fray. Bishop looked up for a moment from the com pannel to look at the fight. The flashes were amazing, and the explosions drove un ending brilliance to the darkness around them. Yet the irony to it all, was that you couldn't hear a thing of it. The ships would shake a bit due to shock waves, which caused tremors which could be felt by the occupants, but other then that, you wouldn't know there was a battle going on if you hadn't looked out the window.

And then suddenly an unexpected voice came over the com. "This is Andrew Schooler, pilot of the ICS Boarding ship Michelles Way. Is anyone recieving." The voice said. Bishop wasted no time scrambling to activate the com to reply. "This is Captain Bishop Morse on the Boarding Ship Ithika double i" Bishop said frantically. He always found Ithika double i to role off the tounge better then the official name. "We're recieving you Schooler, put your captain on the line."

Bishop remembered Schooler, he was one of the people who served under 'Captain Clease', or the 'Dumb Adam' as the rest of the flight group had come to call him. They had met that week, not more then a few days prior, when they had been docked on the ground for a re supply and the crews had a drink at a bar together. All together they weren't a bad group, but they weren't effecient in anyway, and they weren't the smartest people in the verse' either.

"No can do Morse, we got hit with the back end of a missile couplink, and it caused some interior damage. Long Story short, Captain's out cold. I'm in control a this bird now." The pilot on the other ship replied.

"Ta Ma De!" Bishop yelled, forgetting that the com was still on. There was suddenly a bright flash as one of the ships on their side exploded into pieces. Bishop snapped back after a second and looked straight ahead. "Alright Schooler listen up, I got an idea and command aint talkin so I don't give a damn about approval. So I need you to form up behind me and do exactly as I say, ya got that?" Bishop spoke quickly and seriously. "I'm forming up with your ship now." The voice said back. As it did, Bishop and Clemens watched a vessel identical to theirs seem to drop from out of no where and slow down beside them. It seemed they were alone, in a matter of speaking, and the pilot on the other ship seemed to know that.

The fleets were now not far from what looked like a collision. But the fleets continued forward regardless of it. Bishop had his idea, which fell right under his job description, but it wasn't gonna be looking to pretty doing it. "Alright Schooler, are your marines set and ready to board?" Bishop asked somewhat calmly. Bishop was by no means 'freaking out' but he was trying to maintain a calm state to think clearly. "Ya, Clease gave that order right before he got knocked out." Schooler replied. Bishop had a smile appear on his face. "Good, so here's what were gonna do. We're bassically a couple a mosquitos. We're carryin the uncurable virus when it comes to large vessels in the nature we're standing against. So we're gonna fly through this spray, just above the firing volleys, and drop down on the heads a the biggest ships we see, and make em sick. Ya follow me?" Bishop said, somewhat deviously. There was silence over the com, it took a second for the pilot to respond. "Oh you want us to deploy the borders." The pilot replied. Bishop now had a look of dissapointment, as it was obvious he was dealing with someone who was rather slow. "Yes, we're gonna deploy the borders. Now when I say launch, you follow us up over the line of fire, and then follow us over to their line." Bishop gave a pause and looked at Clemens. He widened his eyes a bit, and Clemens nodded "I'm ready Bishop" Clemens said. Schooler said the same over the com.

Bishop looked out at the battle going on before them. "Headin North for the Summer, GO!" Bishop yelled.

Both vessels lifted upward and began to put Bishops little plan in motion.

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