Iggy and Lutia's souls blazed with passion, their dogfight like flashes of lightning across a blackened sky. For every wave shot, a megasonic pulse. For every heatseeker, a vulcan burst. The duplicate beams of Iggy's OPTIONs were absorbed by the Silver Hawk's bits, their translucent surfaces glittering like diamonds in the night.
 
It was beautiful, in a way. A perfect match of speed and power, a twinkling waltz of afterburners and gunfire. This was it. This moment. This adrenalin. Hearts burning, eyes bright, the invisible thread called rivalry that entwined the two pilots, drawing them closer, driving them to greatness! These were the battles a pilot lived for!
 
Then, as swiftly as the match had begun, it reached its conclusion.
 
A.N. SYSTEM, FULL POWER.
GENESIS DRIVERS, LOCK.
 
The Genesis' bits folded open. Based on the Gundam X's Satellite Cannon, they were the Silver Hawk Genesis' signature armament. Were this a normal battle, they'd require another machine to latch onto and leach power from, but with the battlefield as saturated as it was with Plavsky particles the machine could simply gather a charge from ambient radiation.
 
"A.N. Buster, fire!"
 
Luckily for Iggy, the cannon had a second or so of startup time, his opponent had forgotten to turn off comms, and he was flying a machine built for speed and maneuverability above all else. He cut his main thrusters and dove as fast as he could, only barely avoiding the blast as he switched on his electromagnetic armor. Even so, his damage readout told him that the Lord British's tailfin and the entirety of its upper armor had been melted into unusable slag simply by being [i]near[/i] the blast. He flicked a button on his readout, ejecting the now-worthless layers of plating. Given the circumstances, this was actually very minor damage- if he had pulled out a second later, there wouldn't have been a speck of Lord British left to pilot. Iggy streaked beneath the Genesis, launching a heatseeker from his upwards-facing missile rack directly into his opponent's rear engine. With that, the duel was all but finished.
 
"The Buster this early? Those teammates of yours are making you sloppy, Feen."
"Hey, girls these days gotta be aggressive, you know?", the A.N. Buster roared for another ten seconds or so before slowly dying down, leaving the craft drifting in space.
"Salamander?"
"Yeah?"
"Be a peach and finish me off, would you?"
"Can do, Beta."
 
Little did either of them know that the missed blast's trajectory just happened to send it burrowing through A Baoa Qu on a near-perfect intercept course with Kyo. All Kyo would likely see from his current location was a nearby wall of rock suddenly and violently giving way to a blue-white beam of death; he'd likely need not only the ability to nigh-instantaneously change his velocity, but also the ability to detect the blast within the rock before it even arrived. It was serious trouble, pure and simple.