Damn invisible Midgets!!

Who: Lots of people, both Dwarfers and JMC
Where: Outside, in the middle of a space battle.
When: Right now.
 
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Efof looked to his left and right, and saw several other
Space Eagles launch with him. He was close enough to see Davie sat in
the cockpit of the closest. "Split up." He said to the team. "Davie, you're with
me." Their fighters turned together towards one of the Starbugs that was
hovering near the back of the Blue Dwarf. He was just about to get a target
lock when a blast hit him from behind.
"What the smeg was that?!" He cried out, just seeing a lilac coloured
fighter craft disappear.
Davie's voice
came over the radio "I've heard of them before, it's a top secret JMC
craft called a 'Mauve Midget'. They use Hymenoptera cloaking technology, you
can't see them until they attack.
Efof rolled his eyes. "Ooh, this'll be exciting!" He said, firing
wildly into space, hoping he'll hit one.
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            A few of
Efof's shots skimmed a little to close to Davie's
ship? "Watch it will you?!" he shouted. "Sorry!" replied Efof. Davie looked ahead of him out through the
cockpit canopy of his Killer class star fighter, to a Mauve Midget decloaking
immediately in front of him and begin to fire. Davie's reactions took over, and he squeezed
the trigger on the control joystick, spinning his own craft out of the way. His
shot strafed the left side of the craft, taking off a section of the port
thruster as it dipped to fly underneath him, re-cloaking. Davie spun his ship around to find a chunk of
the thruster floating at one end of an increasingly long line of a sparkly blue
liquid that trailed off to an invisible source. IT was fuel, he guessed, and
fired a burst into the end of the line closest to him, then watched as the line
of fuel ignited, burning furiously towards the invisible fighter that was
leaving it behind. The ship exploded, sending purple fragments in every
direction.
            To Davie's right, another midget decloaked and fired, hitting
Davie's ship
just underneath the canopy. He rolled his ship to the side and fired on the
spot  where the midget just was, not
hitting a thing. He looked up to see Efof's random firing pay off as a hail of
fire from his ship hit a nearby Mauve Midget, temporarily shorting out it's
cloaking device. Efof then loosed a barrage of missiles in at it, over killing
it.
            Davie rolled as another
of the enemy craft came up firing from underneath him, disappearing
immediately. "Smeg!" he shouted aloud, "It might be easier if we could cloak!!"

            Davie looked down at his
controls and saw that button on the wall that had saved his life during the
assault on the Hymenoptera home world. "Oh, yeah…" he said, and pressed the
button. He looked at his flight consol and saw words scrolling across the
screen; CLOAKING – ON. Davie
smiled and a flew nearby to one of the friendly ships, following in it's path,
and as a Mauve Midget decloaked off it's port side to fire, Davie swung out
from behind the Space Eagle he was following, decloaking as he did so, and let
lose a  set of missiles, that flew straight
in front of the Midget, blowing it into little purple pieces. He cloaked again,
and spun off for a nearby Blue Midget, following it closely as is sped towards
one of the JMC Star Bugs. Suddenly, the Blue Midget in front of him blew up
into a ball of flame and Davie
had barely enough time to spin out of the way as a Space eagle with Blue Dwarf
markings flew through the explosion. "What the smeg!?" shouted Davie, as he was hit by a large piece of
wreckage that knocked out his cloaking device, "Who the hell was that!?"
            The Space Eagle swung back and fired
at Davie's
ship. "What the hell are you doing!? We're on the same side you smeg face!!"
            "Ah, Mr. Jones!" came a familiar
French voice over the radio. "Barry…you smeg! I should've made sure you were
dead!!"
            "We tried it once you way Jones, and
it cost me an eye. Now it's my turn!"
            Davie swung his ship back around to face
Barry's craft. "Not if I can help you urine drinking, Nazi loving, SMEGGER!!!"
            Davie pressed down on the trigger, sending a
barrage of plasma bolts speeding at Barry's craft. The blasts missed by
centimeters as Barry swung back around, firing wildly at Davie. Davie
pulled his ship up, spinning upside down, and rolled in behind Barry, letting
lose a volley of missiles at him. Barry rolled downwards, spinning his craft
behind Davie,
the rockets still hot on his tail. Barry pulled us, flying just above Davie, close enough for Davie to make out the serial number on the
ships hull. The missiles getting their targets confused, and as the missiles
locked onto Davie's
signature, his computer beeped loudly in a panic. Barry pulled off in a hurry,
and Davie
pressed down the accelerator, maneuvering his ship for one of the JMC Star
Bugs. The missiles were slowly gaining on him, tracking his ship through space.
Davie flew at
maximum speed at the midsection of the Bug, pulling up at the last possible
second, causing the missiles to destroy the Star Bug, knocking out at least one
link in the ant Wormhole drive chain surrounding them all.
            "Merde!" shouted Barry as he saw Davie escape virtually
unscathed. To Davie's right, and to his left,
Mauve Midgets decloaked and began firing at Davie, catching him in a cross fire. Barry
smiled as he watched. Davie
dropped his craft straight down, and the fire streaming from the Mauve Midgets
slammed into each other. Both midgets exploded as one purple ship accidentally
destroyed it twin. Barry frowned as Davie
turned his attention back to him.
            Davie
thought quickly as Barry swung his back at him, firing another hail of plasma
at Davie. Davie ducked his ship underneath Barry's, who swung back
around to get on Davie's
tail. Davie accelerated again, this time speeding straight for Blue Dwarf
Barry, not even thinking about letting up, followed as fast as his ship could
carry him. He fired away at Davie,
who swung his ship side to side, attempting to dodge the wall of plasma  rushing at him from behind. "Argh!! Smegger!"

            Davie sped for an observation tower with
Barry hot on his tail, plasma bolts slamming into his rear, causing his ship to
rock from side to side, jostling him about. Their ships were in line with each
other in such a way that Barry couldn't see, or had ignored in his angry
burning lust to get back at Davie, the observation tower the were flying
towards. Davie
waited as long he could, and at the last possibly moment, half rolled as he
swerved out of the path of the observation tower. Barry, filled with shock and
surprise at seeing a wall flying straight at him, hesitated. His eyes went wide
with terror, and he tried to pull up, but he going to fast. His ship slammed
into the  tower, sticking fast and hard
into the metal hull. He wasn't going anywhere.
            As Davie swerved out of the path of
the tower, his ship scrapped the side of the Drive Room tower, rattling his
teeth to the point that he wasn't sure if they were firmly in place or not. He
circled back around to see Barry's craft, jammed into the side of the tower.
"Not bad for flying a twenty year old outdated ship am I?" he said tauntingly
into his radio, "Or maybe it's just that you're a horrid pilot with just one
eye, eh?"
            "Allez-vous vous smeg smeg morceau de!" came the reply. Davie thought of finishing him off with a
single rocket to the fuel tank, but quickly dismissed the idea as a Mauve
Midget decloaked near him and fired, nicking his starboard wingtip. "Au Revoir,
smeg face!" Davie
said back into the radio, and he swung back into the battle, firing a few shots
at the Mauve Midget that just strafed him.
            He targeted the nearest JMC Star Bug
and squeezed the trigger, launching a volley of missiles. He followed the
missiles path towards the Star Bug, and just as the missiles were about to make
contact, his ship smashed into something with such force that he felt like he
hit a train, and his exoskeleton clad head hit the control consol. He came to a
few minuets later outside his ship, his head pounding. He blinked the fog from
his mind as he felt his body floating weightless in space. He twisted his body
to see his ship, suck half way through a Mauve Midget. "Damn," he said aloud,
"collided with an invisible Midget."
He focused his vision on the inside of the helmet, seeing a countdown
timer that read "Oxygen Supply; 12 minuets, 43 seconds."
            He looked around at the space battle
taking place around him, and had what could be considered an epiphany. Justin, he thought, radio Justin. He can help you…but will he?
Davie keyed his radio. "Uh, hey? Blue Dwarf Drive
Room? Is anyone there?  I need  help. I'm stuck outside my ship, floating in
space, and I've only got twelve minuets before I'm breathing my exhaust."
            Davie pulled his shotgun from it's thigh
holster as a Mauve Midget screamed past him, firing at a Space Eagle. "Hurry!"
 
<Tag, Justin, or
whoever? Can you help me out here?>