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[center][h2][color=8493ca]Gaia Dryte[/color][/h2][/center]

It was fast, and it didn’t stop. He didn’t expect to hit it with his first volley, but if it didn’t make him enough of a target to make the ship deviate from its course of action. Then at least it’d grab the attention of his own side. The eyes of anyone, no, everyone gathered. Even as the various lines of communication blew up with the various announcements, panicked or authoritative. Well, he’ll let Sheena deal with that mess. He came out here to do one thing and it was as good a starting spot as any. 
 
This wasn’t a show or an invasion by the boat, or it won’t be in the end. It was fast, and surprisingly deadly.

But it wasn’t the Companion. Really. Compared to having to deal with Sheena... Well. He'd take the weird modern reenactment of forgotten machines any day. 

His next shots rattled the plane, striking its frame and ripping gouges in with the grazing of the LEWIN’s shots. A technical hit but nothing that would pierce into the core of the machine or hit the pilot. Plasteel ripped away from being touched and grinded against, sparks flashing against the cockpit before the bullets disappeared into the void.

“Dancing about right? Well, keep it up for as long as you can.” The fact that he didn’t hit it down yet was something that sparked a touch of irritation in him. His fingers ground into the controls tighter, pushing hard enough that his hands felt an ache. 

“Come on, I don’t have all day and there’s other stuff going on too.”

His frusturation brought a moment’s peace, his firing diffuse in his aggression. Yet the shower of bullets that surrounded the ship was a tight cover that oppressively restricted it and threatened to rip it apart.  Slowly he was collecting himself and getting used to the ship’s flight, adjusting quick enough, he’d definitely be able to shoot it down before it left his operating range.

“Tch, one more?... I’m thinking one more. But that’s all you’re squeezing out of me.” 

A fourth rocket fired, followed after by the Terra Fossil in another blast of its thruster. Even as the forces sunk into his body, head barely kept from bobbing around from its anchoring straps, he continued to fire. The surrounding escort of bullets that worked to preclude an attempt from slipping away, the rocket meant as a explosive finish to match the beginning, were, despite the playout figured in his mind no less bloodthirsty than the star projectile. 

Giving chase as he was, it’d be a few vital more moments, a few vital more threatening volleys before the plane could leave his sights and range. If it didn’t go down no, he’d definitely do it in those next ones.