BlackJack instantly swung around and looked at the
aft display, but saw nothing around the Twins. No
visible ship, moving lights, shadows, nothing. Frenchy
was already swinging the mining laser arms around to
point rearwards. Suddenly Media’s gatlings flashed.
“Find the fucking target!”
Media had switched her guns’ beams to dispersion
mode, designed for warning shots or hitting ground
targets. However, out here in space the flashes spread
and flickered like strobe lights - and illuminated the
previously hidden black ship to their aft. Wondering
why the radar had not given the slightest warning,
BlackJack hit the main thruster and twisted the
control sticks to turn the ship right and down back
towards the surface, already close. Frenchy yelled,
“Media switched back, she’s hitting the bastard! Burn
‘em baby burn ‘em!”
With BlackJack working the co