As soon as I broke from the mass of fighters in the middle of the field, a flight of Fayatt fighters fell in behind me. I kicked the Dagger into an asymmetric tumble, struggling to maintain as much forward acceleration as I could without letting them fill my engine compartment with holes. But I wasn’t going to make it, even throwing shots behind me when I could, there were too many of them.
And then one of my own flights, including an old familiar-looking Marrog fighter, fell upon the Fayatt flight behind me. Apparently, Quatra had countermanded my orders that they remain behind and had sent them in after me as cover. Taking advantage of the momentary confusion, I spun the Dagger around, and opened up with all that the little shuttle had. It wasn’t much, but combined with the fire from be
