The kaleidoscope of flame and steel from the hurtling vehicles was audible even at the speed they traveled, the torrential wind like a scythe. Dirk banked left, causing Jocasta to lurch to the side even strapped as she was. Like pins the radar showed their pursuers dropped one by one from her quick thinking. Mildly impressed, Dirk didn't respond. He would celebrate after they made it to her transport, if it was still running. Instead he turned the VEC once he eyeballed a rise in the dirt half a kilometer ahead. Over the comm, his voice rang in her ear. 

"Hang on," as if she had a way to fasten herself any more effectively. Behind them the three skimmers slid into view past the boulders. Superheated beams of bright red shot past Dirk's female gunner, singing her hair from missing by a mere dozen feet. The lasers cut into the air, and soon the two of them were launched as Dirk increased the anti-grav thrust on the VEC at the cusp of the incline. The force upwards was monumental, lasers now flying dozens of feet below them as they cleared the next area of crags like it was gravel. Dirk remembered the first time he had done this, he felt his heart leap into his throat. Now he handled it like an old friend would, angling the thrusters forward to keep them from splattering along the ground as they hit the wasteland once more. 

"Nice flying, but they're still on our tail." 

"Gives us some time to make a move." He replied, suddenly slowing and kicking up dust before shutting the VEC off, now idly lowering behind a vast boulder. No machine worked at 100% capacity, but the minimal heat from the VEC was masked by the boiling temperatures of the blazing sun and the shelter of the rock as a minute passed. The defeaning silence only heightened the boom as the three skimmers past their position, none the wiser. Dirk would wait another thirty seconds before he lifted off again, now at a straight shot toward the woman's transport not three kilometers away. 

"Time to make a move." He confirmed, ready to get out of the heat.