[center][img]https://vgy.me/irY22Q.png[/img][/Center] The presence of the Infestor was not ignored by the Dominion either apparently. They knew what it meant, they knew that using the Reavers was a calculated risk, but they so far had shown to be completely in adequate for taking the city, and now they would cut their losses and send their nano clouds to turn it and the planet into a ghost town. Suddenly the Reaver Cruiser above the city began to take incoming fire from all directions. The Dominon Ships, mostly [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ea/e5/cd/eae5cdc7bd828078cff6fa0124f7e49d.jpg]Destroyers[/url] turned their attention to the Reaver craft, their cannons echoing by the dozens as they attempted to blow the horrid thing out of the sky. The Reaver ship responded in kind, its batteries began to fire back at the Dominion ships, and a war waged between them. [center][@Etranger][@Avant][/center] Being composed of metal, and having very little else within their simple, small, systems, being seized by Garamms grip was almost all too easy. The on board computers could barely register what was happening and couldn't compensate for the essence and force that seized them. There was nothing could do aside from trying to straighten themselves out. One by one, they collided with eachother, exploding in a ball of orange and green. Sometimes it was enough for them to only collide with a building or sail wildly in a random direction. Each one acted as a conduit, her power running out from one to another until it reached its target. A mere three hundred above the surface, the gunships that hung around the infestor, It colided with it, one by one smashing into its form. The Infestor wobbled from the blows, each ship blowing off a piece of it upon impact. It teetered wildly to one side before it over compensated and sailed careening into the ground. [color=brown]"What the hell?"[/color] And for a moment the radio chatter went dead, probably for the first time in atleast ten minutes. There was a moment of aww as something unseen saved countless lives and no single person that saw the spectacle could figure it out... Except those that know of such power. Katrina's efforts along with the spectacle had resulted in the ships ceasing their assault. She had taken down another few before the Reavers broke off. There was only the barest wisps of their squadrons left and with that, she, and everyone else that took to the air would be free to finally reach safety. The battle was temporarily one. But there was still an armada above them. [color=orange]"Nows our chance! Listen everyone! While they fight we're making our escape!"[/color] It was a woman's voice, that captain again. [color=orange]"Pilots, once we get to air the Dominion is going to be on us! Cover us and we'll cover you! We have a hanger open on our port side for you if you need repairs and refueling."[/color] [center][@Godlikeblade][/center] While the H.F.A.K would easily deal with the remaining gunships, above them it would be apparent as the Dominion destroyers began closing in to barrage the Reaver ship. It was their best time to escape if desired. Sir Kindle's drone ship would be loaded along with the rest, his carrier a rather large target over the city. In the ensuing battle, only one of Sir Kindle's drones took a plasma hit, their speed and mobility showing in their craftsmanship and performance. [color=blue]"Sir. We are being hailed by a heavy Cruiser. We have been receiving their distress signal for some time and they are asking for our assistance. Shall we respond?"[/color] the H.F.A.K has already began moving out away from the battle field. Considering the battlefield would no doubt show some collateral fire. The way was clear however, but the carrier would not have the speed the drones would and its scanners could pick up over three dozen corvette sized airships and larger, some of them bringing more accurate projectile weapons to bare. [center][img]https://vgy.me/Iiy8QK.png[/img][/center] [@baraquiel] [color=Darkred]"Sounds good. But why you have to make everything weird?"[/color] He said with an odd sensation on his lips and in his stomach as he held his blade forward holding it low. As he gripped the blade, the blade itself seemed to heat up, like the odd hilt itself held some sort of power within. The Reaver numbers were dwindling. The last dropship had transported the dead and dying Reavers into its hold and a new one seemed to take its place. Due to events elsewhere, it seemed like that would be the last of the resources. [color=darkred]"Really funny if you could smoke out the ones up there."[/color] But as he tried to think of a plan in order to do so, the last five began to fire their plasma. Eilsel would have a very capable shield this time as his companion seemed to be quite adept at charging forward and deflecting the blasts, cutting through the molten energy with his blade and dispensing it harmlessly. He was just wall closing in, he would let Eilsel be the hammer... [hr] When the last of them were dispatched. His companion would flourish his blade with a slice, spreading the ichor across a wall to make his blade clean. He set it on a clip in his back before getting back to Eilsel. [color=darkred]"Not a clean fight but whatever."[/color] He held out a hand. [color=darkred]"Name's Rook. Chief of Security for the Cerberus Gate. Rides yours if you want it, least we could do after helping us out."[/color] It was then, behind him, that Eilsel would notice that there was a half dozen others, some of them wearing similar uniforms despite the race. They were carrying bags and moving out to make sure that a nearby truck still held its contents. [color=yellow]"Cargo's secure sir!"[/color] Shouted one of the females before she made a bowing motion to Eilsel. [color=yellow]"Thanks for the help!"[/color] She then set out to make sure that the rest of her crew was okay and ready to get the truck started. It was obvious they seemed to be stealing it, considering how they had to rip out a panel. Rook looked back to his Eilsel. [color=darkred]"What do you say?"[/color]