Escape

"Victor 0-1, this is Triad, you've got four Artlis fighters closing in at bearing 270."

The pilot checked his radar, sure enough four radar blips appeared.
"Are we cleared to engage?"

"Affirmative Victor, take them down and don't let Garuda escape!"

"Starlight, this is Angel One, we'll hold 'em off for you!"

"Copy Angel One, not a moment too soon!"

The two Fands broke off of their attack and turned to fight the four Wasps. One Fand immediately caught a Wasp tailing it.

"Victor Two, bandit on your six."

"I see him!"

"Angel Three, missile away!"

"Victor Two, missile!"

"Breaking."

The large twin-engined fighter turned away and launched flares. The missile fell for the ploy and missed it's intended target.

"Angel Three, it didn't hit!"

"Victor Two, turning."

The Wasp pilot was slowly putting the bandit on his plane's nose. The Fand fired a missile.

"Bad call Sentie."

Suddenly, the missile turned around, practically flipping 180 degrees in an instant.

"Shit!"

The Wasp was vaporized as the missile struck him.

"What was that? The missile turned 180!"

"They've got all-aspects!"

"What?"

"Their missiles can target enemies from any position! Even if they're behind them or coming head-on, the missile can still hit them."

"Angel Three is toast!"

Another plane exploded in the distance.

"We lost Angel Four!"

"Hurry, climb!"

The two Wasps roared upwards, and the Fands gave chase.

"Faster! Faster!"

"I'm losing thrust!"

The Fands got closer.

"Going for guns. Eat this flyboy!"

The Fand's 25mm gatling gun roared. Tracers struck the Wasp and blasted it's left wing off.

"I'm on fire! I can't eject! The handle's not working!"

"Engaging second bandit, Fox two."

"No!"

The missile struck Angel One, blasting the rear half of the plane off in one fell swoop. The other pilot watched in horror as the Fands roared past the smoldering ruins without so much as a scratch. The fighters turned to face their new target: Starlight.

"They're coming after us! Shake them off!"

"I can't! This isn't exactly a fighter!"

A Fand fired a missile, the wingman fired his gun.

The missile blasted the right wing, peppering it with inch-wide holes. The cannon rounds tore holes in the fuselage and tail, the right engine was shattered. Fuel started to spray hazardously, soon the right wing was ablaze.

"You guys have to bail!"

"We're not going 'til we cross the border!"

"You fools won't make it to the border! Bail now! They're gonna rip us apart!"