[b]Lieutenant Kat[/b]

Heh.

The Gelgoog’s beams struck, but not where the Zeek wanted them to; beam treated shield, not vulnerable armor. The singes left behind indicated that sustained fire might be an issue, but he never got the chance. The Spartan was already in motion, its thrusters changing up its trajectory in unexpected ways. 

She had to break off her use of the minigun, though, because there was now an ally in the way; something Kat appreciated, but made her job harder. Especially since as cocky as he was, the Gelgoog pilot somewhat had his wits; he ejected the tanks and put the pedal to the metal to put some distance between him and the explosion. It only half worked, he was thrown forward and put off balance, but there was now a new wrinkle; the G-Fighter was in her line of fire.

Change of plan. 

She tossed aside her gun, she'd grab it later, and drew the Spartan’s beam saber. The Gelgoog was rabbiting, firing his thrusters ‘up’ to try and get away vertically. On paper, he might have beat out the Spartan’s specs. Maybe. Not something Kat really gave a damn about. 

The growl that went through her mic sounded almost animalistic, and her Jim was in pursuit before anything else could be said. A few more beams hit her shield as soon as he realized, but it was much, much too late for that. A smoke grenade left her Jim and exploded as she drew near, instantly taking visibility down to zero. The Spartan and Gelgoog had both vanished into the aether, fates unknown. 

It should have been like fighting with her eyes closed. For every other Jim pilot out here in the Earth sphere, it probably was. But in a Type 61, smoke became your friend real quick. All she needed to do was keep track of where she was near the nice big heat signature on her radar. He wasn't a complete idiot, either, he'd traded in for his naginata when he realized he couldn't see. She could see it. Which meant he could see her too, now.

The naginata screamed towards her, and a little voice in her head hoped her fingers worked right. The rest of her ignored it. The Gelgoog's beam weapon stopped a few feet short when her shield slammed up into its forearm, and her saber relieved it of its hand above the wrist and batted the hand contemptuously aside. He slammed the Gelgoog's knee into her middle, trying to create space; he should have tried to fall back, he'd have created more time, but he was just fighting a Jim. Why bother?

Cocky Spacenoid fuck.

Rather than out, Kat made sure she swung [i]up[/i], suspended almost inverted over his head. He thought she was simply gone, he still couldn't see clearly in the smoke. He relaxed. 

Up until her heat knife slammed into its head, making his infamous monoeye go dead. 

“I'll be taking this, [i]Zeek[/i].” She growled, using surface transmission to make sure he heard, before she [i]wrenched[/i] the knife backwards and tore the cranial unit away with it. 

Her saber immolated his cockpit before he could respond, reducing him to irrelevant. She didn't bother finishing to cut the suit in half at the waist, the eggheads might have some use for it, using her thrusters to ‘right’ herself and survey the world outside the thinning cloud. Her trophy hung carelessly from her knife, while she kept her saber held tight to her right. The glowing purple melded with the green of her visor, the two lights the first things visible in the smoke. 

“All pilots, sound off.”