In a remote corner of space, where once was quiet, now rages a battle, silent as ever, the fiery deaths and flashes indicating great swaths of destruction and slaughter. One side seems to favor running, the other stopping and shooting at the fleeing backs. As the light fades from a nearby missile impact, there is revealed a slight break in the fighting. Both sides seem to reconsider, and as if at an order, recommence their complex maneuvers, sliding this way and that, brief engine thrust pushing the pilots inside to the limit of consciousness, a dance, elegant and refined, each watching the other, anticipating the next move and following in suit. As they prance around each other, spinning in the rays from a nearby sun, untainted by air, they reach out with their guns to grasp the other and continue their ever-hectic movements.
Did somebody say my name?
-Gamma Wing
It's the dreaded G-Man[![![![!
-Moose