"Oh hey, careful." Fian mumbled. He didn't know if they were doing this out of kindness or duty, but damm it felt good to have people like that under (literally in this case) him. The nice feeling partly mitigated the creeping pain of the fading painkillers.
Moments after Lilly slammed the red button, the station's anti-ship and anti-PA batteries which were centralized enough for the pirates to hack and disable in one stroke but spread far enough to make destroying each individual one a pain, belatedly sprang to life hours after the raid. Most of the larger Positron Cannons had difficulty angling their guns low enough to hit the Yui-4 which started to hug the station for safety, but the many many smaller Twin Gattling Turrets had a field day. The fleeing pirate and some of his compatriots was caught in a literal rain of plasma coming from all directions, his suit was reduced to a molten slag long before gravity bought his liquefied remains to the ground.
Though, as if on cue, as soon as the raider touched the ground, the Yui-4 begain to rise. Though it might look foolhardy to attract the attention of additional station cannons, it was doing so to escape a bigger and imminent threat. But it was too late, much too late. Two bright lights, similar to the one created by the escaped NSS Emden, shone from two points above the station.
"The NSS Oblivion and Damascus has arrived!" Announced one ecstatic controller.
From foldspace emerged two DD4 Destroyers, deadly designs that were borrowed from Nepleslia's allies from the far reaches. Lethal guns of all sizes protruded from its sleek and compact silver frame. To avoid damage to the station, only the middle-sized guns were firing. hundreds of beams from the NDI Particle Disruptors tore into the Yui-4, which returned only ineffective fire from either being caught by surprise or by the general lack of crew. The hull has been so heavily pounded the ship's crew corridors were visible. The DD4 continued to batter the Yui-4 into oblivion, much to the delight of everyone on the Station, but to the chagrin of the investigating Nepleslian Intelligence services.
Speaking of which, three black painted NaX-A-1a NOHZs boosted up the elevator shafts, each of them took up positions to block any exits from the tower. Two of them had their HPARs down in the ready position while the third one in the center simply surveyed the room silently. Stencilled into their chestplate and shoulders were three letters every member of the SMoDIN feared more than the immediate enemy... The Intelligence and Pacification Group, or IPG.
