Gus keeps the radar cone squarely planted on the maneuvering Tukreb.
The enemy plane fails to evade the RGM, and the pilot punches out at the last second as his plane disintegrates around him.
"Dammit, that didn't work."
I punch the burners and move to within firing range of Tukreb 3, then fire a heatseeker and my gun at it. I notice that normal chatter has started filling my ears over that stuffty music, and turn the volume back up.
"Holy stuff I hate Zit taste in music. Good to hear you all again. Carrier, I'll move to assist after I make sure this bastard's good as down."
Tukreb 3 is taken care of before your missile reaches it, and you head over to the carrier with drones 3 and 7 in pursuit.
Richard sees nothing but red. To think he didn't see through something so simple! The Zentragoths clearly thought little of him. In a fit of rage, he flicks his wrist and snap fires his P3 at the Tukreb before recovering and pushing the power lever past the afterburner detent.
The bolt of plasma hits the Tukreb behind the roosterpit, blowing a molten hole into the airframe which catches fire from the sheer heat.
Jaakko firewalls the throttle and dives hard. AAM's are slower the HSM's so maybe it's possible to outrun them.
"GEARY! Help!" He yells.
"Hold on, Crash! I'm coming to clear your tail!" The Raven tears its sights away from the carrier and lunges for the Tukreb tailing flight lead.
Jakko manages to match the missiles' speed, then surpasses it. Though they continues to chase after him, if he can keep this speed up they'll take care of themselves soon enough. Sabre gets the Tukreb in his sights, but it breaks away from Crash on its own accord.

: [Captain, the jammer has been destroyed, Reinhardt and Berger bailed out, our friends from the Delta are either going or gone, and Gregor is literally on fire. We've lost the upper hand.]

: [Understood. Get out of here, this slag is as good as sunk.]

: [Yes sir.
...I should probably go guide him home, looks like that bastard knocked out his comms and navigation computer.]
Another pair of torcreepes emerge from the thick clouds behind the carrier, and the Tukrebs move to disengage from the fight.
50!!!!!
Bad idea.
I decide to help the carrier instead.
You fly over to the carrier and allow yourself to get clocked by the missile that was on your tail. Two drones, 8 and 11, chase after you. 8 fires a heatseeker.
Currently, Shortsword, Hawkeye, and Tourist are the only people close enough to be able to react to the incoming torcreepes before they reach the carrier. (obviously, the next update will have to wait until at least two of the three have posted)
