[h3][color=f6989d]Yasaliah Josk: Pilot[/color][/h3]


The captain's voice responded, with a steel to his voice Yasaliah hadn't heard before. [color=blue]"No more running. We're ending this."[/color] After a brief pause, he gave more specific orders.

[color=blue]"Yasaliah, give them a show. Taunt them, keep them distracted, annoy the hell outta them."[/color]

[color=f6989d]"Aye aye, Captain,"[/color] Yasaliah responded through the comms. Inhaling deeply, she wrapped her hands around the U-shaped piloting device. One thing the Satasi pilot always had to remember was that there was no up nor down in the void of space. She had learned long ago to disassociate piloting in atmosphere rather than piloting in space. Otherwise a rookie pilot could get easily disoriented, or worse, stuck in their old behaviors. Piloting the ship like they were flying, not like they were space-faring. Keeping one orientation, becoming predictable. Easy prey for an opponent who knows all the crazy shit zero-g allows to happen. Things that could dazzle. Space flight should be beautiful, not boring.

Yasaliah gave them a show.

As the enemy fired their projectiles, Yasaliah shifted the Monro 'upwards' of where it was. The Ulnar would have to look up from their cockpit to see the ship now, and begin to chance to orientation of their ship to get more guns pointed at the Monroe. The tops of each ship were facing each other now, circling around each other like sharks in the sky. Then, Yasaliah shifted gears, with a violent adjusting of her own hands she pulled back on the controls, screwing up her face.

The Monro drifted, nose towards the top of the enemy ship, but still keeping it's previous circling orbit, using various thrusters to maintain the strange pattern. Showing off, Yasaliah flung the U-shaped controller of the ship the side, spinning it and slammed down her booted foot onto a pedal which activated several boosters on the right side. Now, the Monroe was rotating while going on a revolution. 

[color=f6989d]"Okay, shoot 'em now!"[/color]She pressed one of the other pedals beneath her feet, and the Monro suddenly ceased it's rotating and boosted forward, perpendicular the Ulnar ship while their top was still facing the ship. The spinning trick would only work once, and it probably helpd that the aliens were dumb, but for a brief moment they were most likely stunned at the strange acrobatic display of the Monroe. Now, the Monro was lunging towards the Ulnar ship with it's port side first. More guns were now shooting at the Ulnar ship than the Ulnar ship was shooting at the Monroe. Sweat trickled down the forehead of the concentrating Satasi pilot, her eyes flicking from one console to the other, enjoying herself immensely. The adrenaline, the excitement, her overly complicated maneuvers gave her the rush she lived for.