A pilot's instincts were critical. Often there wasn't [i]time[/i] to think out a reaction, you just had to [i]act[/i]. Appropriate responses needed to become more than thought, they needed to be reflex. Practice, and lots of it, could help make up the difference but there just was no substitute for a pilot's gut instinct. It was the little voice in the back of your head that told you something was off even if you didn't know [i]why[/i]. It had saved Rebekah more times than she could count.

Even so, exactly what caused her to dart sideways abruptly she couldn't be sure. The incoming beam passed through the space she had previously occupied, something that might have been fatal.

Not that there was time to think about it. Given that her little attempt to be stealthy had been a failure, she decided to abandon that plan. The Striker took up a position behind an asteroid, the cover giving her a few moments to think. Rebekah bit her lip in thought, mulling over her options. Closing to close range was risky, but there was little chance that she could inflict any damage from long range. Not by herself. So if she wanted to mitigate the risk...

...

The pilot bit her lip harder and opened a comm channel.

"Frenchman, if you have nothing better to do, some aid would be appreciated." The Striker pilot tried not to sound irritated, but she couldn't entirely keep the sound out of her voice. "Those Balls could be more useful doing something instead of just hanging there. There is what appears to be a Zaky variant hiding out in these asteroids."

[@Crimmy] [@Plank Sinatra]