[Defense rolls once again here, under Round 6
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Already shaken,
Jess looks onto the avalanche of slugs tumbling through space towards her. It was an interesting thing, having time to watch your possible demise sail towards you through space, the pleasure having been lost on her before, due to her close proximity. This was it. This was the moment she'd been waiting for.
It hit her like a car crash.
The familiar sensation of directionlessness, the sound of twisted metal, the wave of shock sending every part of her a different way...
Jess regains control of herself in that frozen moment, grabbing her controls tightly as Shofar threatens to be torn apart by the incredibly dense shells. The fact that she's being shaken around like a pinball also doesn't help, but it's not altogether unpleasant, either.
Chikatilo's attack arrives first, and she swerves just enough to keep her thrusters from getting too damaged, but the volley also collides solidly with some of her external targeting systems. The bombardment rattles her hard. She tastes her own blood.
The streams cross as Bundy's onslaught adds its weight.
Jess feels genuinely impressed with his accuracy this time around, given how badly he'd done before. This time she's not able to prevent damage to the thrusters. A bullet the size of a bowling ball grazes her behind, and she nearly leaps out of her seat as the displays read decreased output. That pattern of shells was starting to pick up a bit in complexity.
Worse still, Bundy was slowly yet surely wearing down her resistance. With the very real possibility of internal damage, Jess lets a stray shell send her into a seemingly wild spin.
”AAAAAAGH! DAMMIT! I’VE LOST CONTROL, MAYDAY!” she screams, feeding some essence into her desperate cry, while specifically targeting Bundy with the transmission. She sees the hail of shells change direction slightly as it prepares to finish her off. That slight change in calculations is all she needs. At the last second,
Forte pulls out of the suicide spin, changing her momentum and giving her just enough time to recalibrate her systems before the enemy Cruiser corrects. Her sobs turn into ecstatic giggles, distorted further by the impacts on the ship. She makes sure Bundy hears that, too.
When Damer and the rest join the bullet stream,
Jess unlocks her short range point defense system, the controls revealing themselves as a keyboard her fingers feverishly begin to play. Stopping the slugs completely wasn't possible, but short range bursts might allow her to redirect them slightly, taking the hits where she can handle them. The level of prediction needed for such an endeavor is daunting, but she’d weathered the last round of shells, which made it easier to handle these.
At the end of her mad symphony,
Forte finds herself slowed, with her weapon systems meaningfully reduced, but her defensive capabilities unaffecte-
Crack. Crap, diverting power from the shields had been a risky move, and it’d sustained minor damage afterall. Her own vitals were looking iffy as well.
Still.
”Excellent.” she says, panting.
”Do that one more time and just maybe you’ll get to brag to your friends. Assuming you survive.”
She glows bright, shining like a taunting beacon before she fires once again towards the Dahmer. It was a weak effort, considering, but it was the principle.
((Attack roll: 10, 10, 9, 8, 7, 5, 4, 3 & 3
Float 10-10 to River
Flood 10 from river to extend attack to Brutus
Flood 10 to ignore Armor
Strike: 63 (23 roll+15 base +15 Internal+10 AB) better Dodged (-10 if Blocked)
Damage: +25 ))
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