thrusters get frozen, and now, the left cannon jammed.
Everyone, who was seated, was strapped in tightly now. They were hit with a series of more cannon fire, as Drake had increasing trouble avoiding it.
âShield one at twelve percent,â Sammy said, as Bruvold regained his swiveling seat and began firing cannons.
âKraus, use external S.E.D. cannons. Fire at will.â These were his special weapons. Drake did not think that the shield energy de-stabilizer would disable the number seven, but combined with cannon fire, it might take out a shield or two. Kraus launched the special weapon at precisely the same time they were blasted again. Uciferi was trying to fix the racecraft, as it was being damaged, with escalating difficulty.
âExternal shield gone ⦠We have eighty one percent left,â Sammy said, calmly.
âThe enemy shields are as follows: zero percent, thirty percent, two fully operational ⦠and hold on ⦠we have another racecraft approaching range, from behind,â Jaws added.
âIâm out⦠no more cannons!â Croxy screamed, while Brulold cast over a quick glance.
âWhat! Whereâs Juhaen, he should have reloaded by now.â Drake wasnât sure what to do. They had no more external shield, which meant they had no more special weapons. He was trying to think fast, when Bruvold confessed.
âI go to feex cannon ⦠Leetle guy no move out of Bruvold way, so I is grabbing him, and he is breaking.â He mimicked a twig being snapped in half, and finished, âHe is weak man.â
âWell that figures.â Drake didnât know what âhe is breakingâ meant, but was sure Juhaen was injured. âUceferi, stop what youâre doing, and go fill those cannons.â Drake had never been so frustrated in all his life. Bad news was mounting up, at an incredible rate. They would be surrounded soon, and there was nothing for it, he would have to give up the hard fought position.
Drake let out an infuriating scream that was silenced, by another series of Oblize cannon fire.
âShield at two percent!â Sammy shouted, sounding scared for the first time.
âWhy? Why canât anything go right? Weâve lost! Stop all engines! I canât beli â¦â
Jaws interrupted the captain enthusiastically, âSir, yes Sir, something has gone right. The number twenty six racecraft has made visible contact, and is firing on the number seven heavily ⦠they are positioning themselves directly in front of us.â A huge grin could be seen underneath Jawâs big nose, after speaking.
It was Folders, and he went backwards in the race, from the looks of it, to rescue the number thirteen, from the jaws of defeat. Drake would have never done this, even for a teammate. He wondered what Folders did with only a crew of eight, to get so far in the race so quickly. Drake would find out, before long, by making mental contact with Folders, how they recovered so remarkably from their first encounter with Oblize. Folders had stated that it would take a full month to recovery for the number twenty-six racecraft.
Drake didnât dare order his engines back on and move. The slightest bits of debris could disable the remainder of the shield and, consequently, his racecraft. He had no converter onboard his racecraft for transferring engine power to shields, because he considered it absurd to take power away from engines. They would, most likely, have to use impulse power to coast to the nearest planet for repairs. Drake loathed this idea, because the closest planet was behind them, and reportedly unfriendly to outsiders. He began to feel hopeless, as if things were slipping out of his control. Rather than staying for the duration of Folders dismantling of Oblizeâs racecraft, Drake decided to go to the medical quarters to see, for himself, what exactly happened to Juhaen. He would find out, afterwards, the details of the
Everyone, who was seated, was strapped in tightly now. They were hit with a series of more cannon fire, as Drake had increasing trouble avoiding it.
âShield one at twelve percent,â Sammy said, as Bruvold regained his swiveling seat and began firing cannons.
âKraus, use external S.E.D. cannons. Fire at will.â These were his special weapons. Drake did not think that the shield energy de-stabilizer would disable the number seven, but combined with cannon fire, it might take out a shield or two. Kraus launched the special weapon at precisely the same time they were blasted again. Uciferi was trying to fix the racecraft, as it was being damaged, with escalating difficulty.
âExternal shield gone ⦠We have eighty one percent left,â Sammy said, calmly.
âThe enemy shields are as follows: zero percent, thirty percent, two fully operational ⦠and hold on ⦠we have another racecraft approaching range, from behind,â Jaws added.
âIâm out⦠no more cannons!â Croxy screamed, while Brulold cast over a quick glance.
âWhat! Whereâs Juhaen, he should have reloaded by now.â Drake wasnât sure what to do. They had no more external shield, which meant they had no more special weapons. He was trying to think fast, when Bruvold confessed.
âI go to feex cannon ⦠Leetle guy no move out of Bruvold way, so I is grabbing him, and he is breaking.â He mimicked a twig being snapped in half, and finished, âHe is weak man.â
âWell that figures.â Drake didnât know what âhe is breakingâ meant, but was sure Juhaen was injured. âUceferi, stop what youâre doing, and go fill those cannons.â Drake had never been so frustrated in all his life. Bad news was mounting up, at an incredible rate. They would be surrounded soon, and there was nothing for it, he would have to give up the hard fought position.
Drake let out an infuriating scream that was silenced, by another series of Oblize cannon fire.
âShield at two percent!â Sammy shouted, sounding scared for the first time.
âWhy? Why canât anything go right? Weâve lost! Stop all engines! I canât beli â¦â
Jaws interrupted the captain enthusiastically, âSir, yes Sir, something has gone right. The number twenty six racecraft has made visible contact, and is firing on the number seven heavily ⦠they are positioning themselves directly in front of us.â A huge grin could be seen underneath Jawâs big nose, after speaking.
It was Folders, and he went backwards in the race, from the looks of it, to rescue the number thirteen, from the jaws of defeat. Drake would have never done this, even for a teammate. He wondered what Folders did with only a crew of eight, to get so far in the race so quickly. Drake would find out, before long, by making mental contact with Folders, how they recovered so remarkably from their first encounter with Oblize. Folders had stated that it would take a full month to recovery for the number twenty-six racecraft.
Drake didnât dare order his engines back on and move. The slightest bits of debris could disable the remainder of the shield and, consequently, his racecraft. He had no converter onboard his racecraft for transferring engine power to shields, because he considered it absurd to take power away from engines. They would, most likely, have to use impulse power to coast to the nearest planet for repairs. Drake loathed this idea, because the closest planet was behind them, and reportedly unfriendly to outsiders. He began to feel hopeless, as if things were slipping out of his control. Rather than staying for the duration of Folders dismantling of Oblizeâs racecraft, Drake decided to go to the medical quarters to see, for himself, what exactly happened to Juhaen. He would find out, afterwards, the details of the
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