The bright light fades away, allowing the world to slowly regain its color. Soon enough, I'm back in fighting form.
I quickly swivel my head around, taking the time to check the status of my aircraft and the world around me. Flat out'a countermeasures. At least the Viggen isn't tailing me anymore, but now everyone's got their hands tied over something else.
For Chrissake, I've had it with the Huits and their loving technology. Every fiber of my being is screaming for self preservation -- to duck out and make a run for it, but I can't rest until our guys make it back home. Reluctant as I am, I put my engines on the burners and cut through the crowd, gunning straight for the newly arrived threat.
"Crux, this is Cowboy, I'm coming up on the bandit behind you!"
While the bandit is preoccupied, I take the time to close in and get a good bead on him. I squeeze the trigger and send bursts of cannon rounds at the spaceship-lookin' fighter.