Sweat, Blood and Goo

Shield levels critical.

Two Navy Comets. One Jaguar.


A daring dance with death but there will be only one winner and no requiem. Demonic levels of butchery, against the odds.

Adrenaline.

A Federation Navy Comet is obliterated by the fiery-hot thundering autocannons, a spiralling wreckage lights up the inky black sky in one final act of brilliance.

Armour levels critical but there will be no retreat.


The Jaguar pilot grits his teeth, the veins in his neck bulge and his eyes begin to fill with blood as toxic gases begin to mix with the fluid in his capsule. He chokes. His determination to see the job through is ignorant to the fact that he is mere seconds away from disaster.


Structure ...


Alarms ring. Sirens wail. A half-dead crew cling to their final moments as the Jaguar pilot closes his eyes, sweat blood and goo rendering him blind.

A Federation Navy Comet is obliterated.







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