The Dust Raiders

[Intelligent_War]

*It's another uneventful stretch of time in the Great Dust Fields, the Dust Raider crew sitting boredly in the lounge of the Reina De Los Malcaidos, Deuce listening to the chatter from the varying patrols and watching incoming sensor data*

Ach, it's boring ta'day. Gotta get other stuff done, so I can go out and fly...

*Hara gently curves around his sector, passing by a small formation of "Storm" class corvettes, admiring the space outside the cockpit of his fighter* It's beautiful outside... sometimes i wish i could just... walk out there... *sighs and daydreams, still piloting*

*Vexx looks out the window of the command deck on the Reina* D*mnit, i need some action... It's getting too stiff and just blowing up rocks is getting boring... ARGHHH!! *Punches the glass, making the whole deck crew cringe, he's cracked it twice this week*

[Nelle Kozera]

“I swear…we get the shit jobs…” A voice said in the pilot’s seat of the heavily modified Corvette named “Ping.” The male dragon in the cock pit had no idea why it named Ping and he could care less. He was watching sensor readouts with a steaming cup of coffee in his hand. Not that manufactured stuff that most other people and he himself struggled through while back on the carrier but his own private stash that he himself had paid for the last time they were topside. “Crouse no one else wanted to sit in this bucket besides us for the last fifty hours for what to stare at blank sensors…” His copilot merely nodded, the Dragon in the Front seat that went by the name of Dresden yawned. He had got the feeling that his Copilot was asleep not that he blamed him this was a boring post as it was, although a necessary one. He wasn’t going to take this post next time around, he would let someone else take out the corvette. “Hmm, well six more hours then…wait, I got something…”

On the sensor readout Dresden was looking he could see the opening of Hyperspace windows on the far side of the sector. It was a patrol carrier, though the dragon noticed the Carrier did not move but was bleeding out a few fighter swarms. “Oh wonderful…” He activated his com system. On their way to their current post the two man team in “Ping” had strung out a line of tight beam repeating probes to allow silent wireless transmission across the Dust Cloud, he wired back the sensor information. “This is Ping, we have a patrol heading our way at the moment. Though as far as I can tell they are merely snooping about. Do you want us to book it back, or watch the party? I mean we could chat, pass around the gin…” The line was audio only…

[Intelligent_War]

*Deuce* Ach, see if you can tell me what's in tha' patrol and well decide from there.

*HAra spins his craft around and heads for Ping's location*