Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!.

Chapter 855, page 08.854: 'A Desperate Escape'

far away.

"Little Fasha! Enemy plane!" Veronica's scream suddenly rang out on the communication channel, breaking the oppressive silence in the cockpit.

Her gaze was fixed on the holographic display screen of the Bird Radar, where a series of densely packed small targets, like bloodthirsty locusts, suddenly appeared on the huge dot representing the enemy's black ark.

As a veteran pilot in the Imperial Navy Air Force, she was all too familiar with this signal—it meant only one thing: the enemy ship had launched its carrier-based aircraft.

They seemed to have no intention of playing any more childish games of hide-and-seek with Skyhawk-1, but instead wanted to directly search for and destroy this reckless scout who dared to spy on their nest.

"Hold on tight!" Anya Farshade's voice was frighteningly calm.

Her hand, clad in a thick leather, air-proof glove, gripped the thruster's gear lever and pushed it to the maximum boost setting without hesitation.

A violent, jarring force, powerful enough to rip one's soul from their body, pressed the three of them firmly into their seats, like an invisible giant hand.

Skyhawk One, with an unprecedented, almost self-destructive speed, transformed into a golden streak of light and desperately rushed towards the mothership.

Around it, the countless close-in weapon turrets on the dark Eldar warships, which resembled lurking behemoths, turned their cannons in unison, like a beehive awakened, and aimed at the small interceptor.

In an instant, an impenetrable net of fire, composed of thousands of energy beams and physical projectiles, appeared out of nowhere and began to shrink, shooting toward the audacious offender.

Anya Fasha, the pilot of Skyhawk One, curled her flamboyant red lips into a smile that was a mix of confidence and madness typical of ace pilots.

The more her enemies wanted to kill her, the more excited she became; this was the innate pride of her being a Taran.

She jerked the control stick, and the fighter jet immediately executed a textbook-perfect rolling maneuver, its fuselage tumbling and tumbling through the net of fire, like a dancer twirling on a knife's edge, escaping the deadly net at high speed with a completely unpredictable trajectory.

"We're almost out of the enemy's close-range fire!" Veronica exclaimed excitedly, watching the dazzling yet deadly barrage recede into the distance behind her.

Boom!Boom!
Before Veronica could finish speaking, two muffled thuds suddenly came from the machine.

Two purple crystalline laser beams struck the fuselage precisely, instantly burning through several layers of armor and leaving two fist-sized holes on the hull, the edges of which were still emitting blue smoke.

The air hissed and whistled as it leaked out wildly from the breach.

Inside the cabin, the alarming dark red emergency lights flashed instantly—when the aircraft is damaged, the cockpit automatically switches to this light to allow maintenance personnel to acclimatize to the darkness in advance in preparation for the more fatal power outage that may occur at any time.

"Attention, air leak, maintenance procedures are being performed..."

A dull and rigid electronic voice rang out alone from the sound array system.

The servo skull, mounted on the structural column, slowly emerged from the shrine-like slot.

Like diligent worker bees, they have intricate pincer-like dendrites on their mandibles, which are used for welding and clamping.

"We've been hit! The main structure of the machine has sustained minor damage, and the internal servo skull has been activated with an emergency repair protocol."

"God above, may this buy us a little more time." Veronica prayed softly, watching the alarming damage warnings flashing on the tactical screen.

This 40-meter-long "Furious" class interceptor is a scaled-down version designed for special needs, and therefore does not have as many crew members as the regular 70-meter-long model.

The Skyhawk Squadron also rarely carries mechanics.

These top-notch female pilots, through tens of thousands of hours of flight time and the sacrifice of countless colleagues, have summarized a more pragmatic set of experiences: minor injuries don't need repair, and serious injuries are beyond repair.

The enemies they faced, whether traitors or aliens, were mostly equipped with shipborne weapons capable of blasting an interceptor into a burning mass of fragments with a single shot.

Even if those small-caliber airborne laser cannons hit the solid and massive body of the Fury-class, they would only cause some minor injuries that were not painful.

Therefore, they all chose to install emergency repair skulls in the cabin. These small, floating structures are sufficient to handle some minor damage repairs.

Tey turned her head and saw that the servo skulls had taken a thin, high-hardness ceramic steel armor plate from the maintenance parts storage compartment in the side cabin and precisely fitted it to the damaged area.

Then, they slowly began welding using small welding guns that extended from the front.

Soon, those fatal vulnerabilities were patched.

"It's truly rare that these barbarian monkeys dare to charge into our fleet. We will make you pay the price for this foolish courage."

Raptors, begin Terror raid.

In the void, a row of alien fighter jets, like black blades, had silently circled around to the tail of Skyhawk-1, transforming into a deadly dagger about to pierce its heart.

"Attention! Enemy attack aircraft!" Veronica shouted, seeing several red dots rapidly approaching from the tail of her plane on the radar. "Roger that, watch this!" A glint of excitement flashed in Fasha's eyes.

She quickly adjusted the throttle valve, and the vector thruster soared up and down under her skillful control, like the most agile hummingbird.

"The monkey has begun maneuvering and is pulling up vertically," a Ducati pilot reported in his shrill voice.

It watched as Skyhawk One drew a near-ninety-degree maneuver in the void, but soon, the target was beyond the limit of its field of vision from the cockpit.

"Roger that, giving chase, don't let it get away!"

shhhhh!

Suddenly, just as the group of Raptor fighter jets followed closely behind and also performed a vertical takeoff, a barrage of missiles, like a shower of flowers from a celestial maiden, shot down from the void of a higher dimension without warning!

"It's a missile from the Savage Monkey! Dodge!"

The pursuing Raptor fighter jets were caught off guard.

They had no idea that the seemingly panicked prey's purpose was not to escape by raising the plane, but to instantly turn its body and lock onto its weapons through an unbelievable vector thrust, and then launch deadly missiles at them!

The lead raptor had almost no room to maneuver.

It was chasing too aggressively, and when faced with the missiles launched by Skyhawk-1, which had turned around and charged at it like an angry bull, it had almost no room to dodge. These missiles were equipped with airburst warheads, and even if they did not need to hit it directly, just being within the threat range would be enough for their fragmentation storm to tear it to pieces.

boom!
A black cloud of death exploded in the void.

The Dark Eldar pilot tried his best to dodge, but the missile still exploded about twenty meters below the Raptor fighter's fuselage.

The dense shrapnel from the explosion, like a rain of steel, instantly wrecked the bottom of the aircraft.

Although the main structure remains intact, the fragile servo and engine were completely destroyed by shrapnel.

It tumbled helplessly out of control in the void, drifting away into the distance.

Without the interference of air resistance, this alien might drift away forever to some vast, deserted corner, and then freeze to death alone in endless darkness and cold.

If the alien fleet is too busy to clean up the battlefield afterward.

Skyhawk-1 drew a sharp arc in the air, its sights already locked on the second target.

Fasha pressed the red fire button hard with his thumb, and the laser cannons on both sides instantly spewed out dazzling flames.

At the same time, the enemy opened fire.

The two fighter jets, like medieval knights, engaged in a deadly head-on charge.

Fasha calmly executed a precise barrel roll maneuver, the fighter jet spinning gracefully in the air, barely dodging most of the enemy's barrage of bullets, but a few beams still grazed the aircraft, leaving scorching marks.

Fasha felt immense gratitude for the wisdom of humankind and the power of Omnisiah, which made her fighter jet far more robust and resilient than the elegant but frail "Raptor" of the aliens.

Boom! The second Raptor fighter jet was unable to dodge in time and was hit directly in the engine by several laser cannons at tricky angles.

It tumbled helplessly in the air, trailing a long purple tail of flame, before finally turning into a silent, dazzling burst of fire.

Immediately afterwards, the third Raptor attempted to perform a difficult side roll to evade, but this caused it to crash into the nose of the Skyhawk-1, causing the turret under the nose to suddenly turn.

Judge They had somehow taken up the turret's control seat herself, and her skillful operation showed that she was not just acting on a whim, but was truly well-trained.

At the same time, several of the missiles that had been fired earlier circled in mid-air before flying back like a swarm of vengeful bees, exploding right next to the wing of the Raptor.

Countless hot shrapnel fragments instantly tore apart its fragile fuselage.

The instant it lost its mobility, They's laser cannon precisely struck its cockpit.

The canopy shattered instantly, and the Ducalli pilot didn't even have time to scream before the air and life force were drained from his body, leaving him a cold corpse tumbling in the void.

After single-handedly disrupting the enemy's formation, Fasha did not linger in the fight.

She jerked the control stick, and Skyhawk One swerved into a huge, almost tearing-the-airway turn, continuing its desperate charge toward the distant Swifthawk, which resembled a lighthouse in a storm.

(End of this chapter)