[BOOZN] Whiskey Shooters

The wormhole pulsed with a growl and the harbinger emerged from the nothingness. His prey, a shadowy damnation attemtping escape from the void. With a click of the stick the command ship was enveloped in sticky webbing ions and protons, its warp engines collapsing to a shutter. The laser batteries whirled to life and the battle cruiser let loose pulses of white hot energy, cutting through the damnations armor like butter, but this foe was experienced and its armor tank swelled as its overpowered energy gave it a hulkish surge. As the harby swerved to gain distance the command ship unleashed its own fury, beams of electrostatic force shattering through the harby's shields in a rage. Both pilots watched their gauges, this battle of attrition coming soon to a close. The cruiser pilot sweating as his the crackle of his splintering armor and failed shields spells certain doom, he pulls the stick back and races towards the exit, calls for help going unheard. The black command ship trapped from pursuing the harby, fire erupting from every port, reaches the vacuum mouth of the wormhole and with a gasp actvates the jump and lurches through to the other side and safety...for the moment.