Patrol sector Zulu - one , 1 AU (Astronomical Unit) from Serria 117

Flight leader: Major Pritin Petrov
Task: Routine Flight patrol

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“All vints Vreport In” Major Petrov sighed into his helmet “Vhat did i do to get assinged to this Shit hole?” He thought.

Major Pritin Petrov looked at picture of him self and his lovely Orc wife Jul’niva he placed in the panel of his F-5150 Fighter. He looked over his new bride she seemed to tower over her human husband. But he loved the six foot four Orc female she was everything to the fresh faced major. He thought about the children she was soon to bare. He was going to be a father to two beautiful baby girls. His thoughts where interrupted by radio chatter.

“Unit Hunter One - four , nothing to report sir over.” A female voice called

“ Unit hunter One - Two, Same all clear over.” A laxed voice rang.

“Unit Hunter One -One, Skies are clear sir over.” Another voice rang

“Good Vone more then back home to Niva.” Petrov thought happily.

Few minutes went by and no report from his fourth wing man Johnson.

“Damn it Johnson I vant to go home!” Thought Petrov to himself “Vint Hunter One-Three check in i say again Vint Hunter One-Three check in Johnson!”

“Sorry Sir Radio and scope are going crazy.” Johnson replied “Looks like there is a slipspace rupture off my port side.... umm where aint expecting any one are we?”

“Da ve arnt,. Hold position ve are coming to you!”Petrov added his heart hammered in his chest.

“Hey finally i may get to see some action!” Hunter-One Two laughed over the radio.

“Shut Up this is Vno time for Heros! It may be just a ship that is vlost.” Petrov answer the eager wingman.


The Flight soon reached Johnson’s Position Petrov took his place at the head of the five Fighters He flicked his scanner on it immediately began to scream red.

“Vhat the hell?” Petrov looked out the window.

He could barely make out the vessel. Its was huge spiky looking vessel. A huge skull of disfigured elf horns seemed to just from the crown ,its jaws began to open wide was as if screaming was the only thing not painted black Petrov figured it was meant to be that way. A small flight of To’krath craft called lightings poured from it. The sight sent shivers down Major Petrov’s spine shaking him to his very core..

“Flight be prepared to engage enemy forces.” Petrvo announced he tried his best not to let the worry in his voice carry to his flight.

“SIR they are targeting us!” Hunter One four screamed over the radio.

“Evasive maneuvers Johnson vin the throttle and alert the vase the rest of you form attack pattern Bravo ! MOVE, MOVE”! Petrov yelled in to his helmets microphone.

“SIR Lightings! Coming outta the ship!” Hunter One -Two yelled.

“Another slipspace rupture port side!” Hunter One- One called.

“Damnit!” Thought Petrov.

He didn’t see how he could hold out. He and his flight must have kept shooting down Tokrath craft but it seemed for every one they shot down three more took its place. Petrvo knew it was only a matter of time before more ships and fighters showed up. But they had atleast made a dent in the invaders numbers.

Petrov shot down one more Craft and then yelled into his helmet. “Alright all vints , Listen! Break off DO NOT engage i vrepeat Do NOT engage!”

“Hunter One Three, wilco!”

“Hunter One One, Lead the way.”

“Hunter one two, im taking hits! I cant shake..” Hunter one twos radio went dead only staic came from his channel.

Major Petrov quickly spun hi craft around and kicked on his after burners hoping this to escape.

“Please dear God vlet me live!” He thought his eyes glancing down to the picture of his wife.

Suddenly his craft shook violently. He knew he had been hit.