stuff

Farsight was already moving, the hangar filling with noise and pressure as he threw himself out of the passenger bay in a blast of repulsor jets. He tucked his customised XV8 battlesuit into a somersault and hit full boost to reverse direction, carving under the Orca to overtake it with his honour pennants fluttering. The dot of the Imperial seeker-missile was becoming larger and larger. When it passed into the shadow of the Orca, Farsight slashed a fusion blaster beam right through its midsection, sending the intact nosecone tumbling end over end to detonate upon an Imperial-held position far below. Farsight smiled at the irony.

Blade of Damocles