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"They are playing a game!" Heisenberg commented.
Moments later our ship repeated the same maneuver against the fighter craft.
I glanced at the captain with one eye. He held his rudder, or control stick, or whatever it was, with both hands and played it with the agility of a teen aged youngster playing a fast moving video game. He practically jumped out of his seat for excitement.
As a second fighter appeared from below the horizon, there appeared a fireball to the right of it. Our ship had scored the first hit! Cheers echoed through the hall behind us. Some of the ship personnel left their seats and embraced the captain, and each other, than ran back to their places as much as this was possible while the ship banked towards the oncoming fighters.
A streak of light! A crash! The sound of twisting metal! The ship banked steeper. Then another flash of fire filled the sky. We had scored two to nothing. Ah, but not yet! The smoking fighter turned back, still burning, but veered off towards the planet as four others took his place.
"Let's get out of here!" I urged Heisenberg.
When I came to, we were watching the fight from the top of a mountain.
I was amazed at the agility of those giant battle-wagons. How could they do these maneuvers that our best jet fighters were barely able to do, and do them in space? Streaks of lightening filled the sky. Those people were capable of instant reactions. Then, three more flashes could be seen, but no explosions. I could almost hear their cheers each time they scored.
"The captain of the Gorans sure is good in outwitting them," said Heisenberg in a tone of honest admiration.
Indeed he was good. Miraculously the black ship wound and twisted itself out of a triple pursuit, then turned steeply towards the pursuers in a power dive with all its guns blazing. Another flash, but this time the trail of smoke came from the left pod of our ship that carried one of the three stabilizer engines, mounted on gimbals veering off the ship. The black ship began to roll, twist, but couldn't pull itself out of the power dive. It glowed a bright red in the atmosphere, for nearly a second, than exploded on impact.
The defending fighters, some trailing smoke themselves, wiggled their wings, dipped their noses; they were literally dancing for joy. Moments later, all of them drew together into a tight diamond formation that stayed together through one and a half loops. Coming out of the loop, the formation shot skyward and bust apart into four different directions, trailing green smoke behind them into the emptiness of space. They were ending their battle with a high precision Air Show.
"Can you believe that?" I said to Heisenberg.
He shook his head and grinned.
The fighter craft re-appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, and did a four point cross over, then recombined into formation and dove below the blue haze for a landing.
"I must see this," said Heisenberg.
We zipped down to the runway. It was quite a sight watching them land. The whole lot came in together in tight formation, smoke pouring from so many trimming nozzles and torn open parts where the craft had been hit. Tires were screeching as they touched down. Every one of the craft was several times larger than the largest airliner on Earth.
On the taxiway the formation separated and formed a single line. Eventually all four of the flying colossuses turned off to the right, all of them simultaneously facing a field of grass. They all stopped in exact unison as if a conductor of an orchestra had lowered the baton. Even their hatches opened precisely at the same time. The men got out and walked a hundred yards forward. Every one of them didso in what looked like a formal drill step. They turned and saluted each other, then saluted their officers who stood in the field.
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