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Tenna watched his monitors as the computer finished searching the database. It had only come up with a name for the larger ship, and an affiliation for the second one. He frowned, then looked over to the model render of the pair. Although there were several obvious weapon placements, the rest of the ship seemed utilitarian in design, almost like it was a refitted cargo ship, rather than a vessel of war. He shrugged. No matter what kinds of ships they were, they were making an awful amount of noise across the board. He smiled, tapping a few buttons before gripping the two control sticks.

"Alright, Solitude, we're gonna run hot-black. Give me full manual flight control, keep the inertial dampening system running high, and we're gonna see just how smart these guys can be." He'd known that he was letting himself shine about as bright as a city i most of the EM spectrum, and even though he held no animosity towards either ship, he felt like giving them a bit of fun. At least, giving their Ops departments some anyways.

He eased forward on the sticks, kicking his sub-luminals into life. twin jets of glowing ions appeared behind the ship, completely unaffected by the Chameleo system, moving him slowly. With the engines up and running, he counted to ten.

"One...two..."

As he counted, his fingers began moving through muscle memory more than thought. He was doing something similar to how he would normally escape from a bounty hunter pursuing him.

"Three...four...five..."

Several decals flashed across his HUD, indicating various systems coming online or being turned off. Power was being diverted at a rapid rate, with the twin ion drives and the Chameleo shutting down entirely.

"Six...seven..."

Different areas of the EM spectrum began to stop radiating from his ship. First heat, then gamma and x-ray were lost.

"Eight..."

Ultraviolet and visual dropped off the map as well, leaving only a scrambled amount of static and microwave radiation as his signature in the void of space.

"Nine...Ten. Solitude, let's make 'em see ghosts."

As the last EM radiation locked down and the Solitude entered Slipspace, a small but powerful EMP comprised almost solely of microwave radiation rippled out from where he'd been. Although he could no longer see anything of where he'd been, he'd only drifted about a kilometer since entering Slipspace. He chuckled and let his super-luminal drive system move him as he began to steer. He began making tight orbits around the two ships, popping up every so often long enough to give them a burst of random radio noise(usually some interstellar broadcast snippet), before diving into Slipspace once more. Each time he came in and out, he'd only let the radio signature show, meaning that, for the most part, all that was there for EM devices to 'see' would be smears of radio.

Inside the Solitude, Tenna chuckled to himself. It had been some time since he'd messed with anyone like this.