The pain behind his eyes was unbearable as he crawled from the wreckage of his pod.Looking over his shoulder he noticed the large plume of smoke about 2 klicks south.
"That must be where she hit"he mused as he collected his scattered thoughts and recalled his last 2 hours.
The battle was intense and he had been outnumbered 3-1 but his superior training and tactics had narrowed the gap severely.
He had dispatched the Leader without much trouble and was watching the barrage of rockets he had just fired turn the wingmans imicus into shattered Plastisteel, Glass, Bone and blood, When the third ship scored a lucky hit,shattering his primary power coupling and sending shrapnel through his thruster control computer.Spinning down through the atmosphere at almost 2kps the ship had torn itself apart.
Picking up his personal beacon, he struck out for the crash site to salvage what there was.
"I hate Monday"