6

"So in conclusion troops if you see a weakness in the enemy strategy... EXPLOIT IT!"

Death left the breifing room to the usuall aplause.. they are the best squadron in the whole damn galaxy but .. were they ready.

He looked again at his notes

* 15 Sibelonites (they don't follow you so you can repair)
* 1 Sibelon with.... Instant Shield

ok so the nits were easy.. kill a couple run away.. thats where the aliens strategy was weak... staying close to the mother ship. But even when all the nits were eliminated that sibilon hurt baad.. odd that it didnt seem to use the insta shield after the nits were gone.. does it need them to generate energy for the shield... still if theres a BK in there like that it could be big trouble... good job im going on vacation for a while.

Death then packed his suitcase with 1 pair of tiny trunks and lots of suncream

7

As Death sat shaking on the landing deack he could still feel the heat of the rep bot.. still at 250 degrees 20 mins after the combat was over. He reached for his flask of relentless but instead found himself drinking his emergency rations of vodka. Several deep swallow later he felt calm eonough to get out.

"How did it go Boss" War asked in his usuall jovial greating
"What do you mean how did it go.. just fix the ship and refuel" Death snaped, instantly regretting it.. the multiple waves of different aliens deffinately had his nerves jangled.

Had he done the right thing.. ignore the bldy struners their just anoying and concentrate on the sks and nits.. but then their combination attacks could suddenly leave the unprepared pilot shieldless... he couldnt bring himself to admitt... even he had been caught out by that one.

* 6 Sibelonites
* 6 Kristalins
* 6 Boss Streuners (from X-8)