Orazio pointed the Constellation at the surface and patted the controls like the head of a loyal-but-aging pet. Anri’s Revenge was an old bird, and it showed, but it never let him down.
Approaching the cargo drop-off, a group of ground buggies screamed out of a nearby cave, causing Orazio to throttle back. Probably just racers, he assumed, before scanning one to be sure. Expecting a motorsport org, his heart dropped as RocketFox9 flickered onto the screen followed by a missile lock warning.
Panicked, Orazio dumped his countermeasures and sprinted to the rear of the ship, stumbling as a blast rocked the hull. He leaped into the waiting Merlin and dropped out of the Connie just in time to see a missile erupt from a distant Cyclone. He pointed the snub in the opposite direction and gunned it…