Snippet #2595585

Click! There it was, he was out of solid countermeasures. Only his electric countermeasures remained, which are technically unlimited.

"Zero countermeasures remain, recommend rearming," his VI chirped in annoyingly. Jacoopi was starting to get pissed, but he tucked it all away from the situation. He was informed by his VI of the silent ship on his and the fleet's six. He glanced back to his right to get a quick glance at the ship. He only made out the ship's shape and distance before the Ensign could read out to him.

"Roger, I hear you ENS." He opened up comms to his wing. "All fighter craft on my wing, RTB to rearm and refuel. If you can't land on the NES find a cruiser with a hangar, wing lead out." Jacoopi said this with a firm and quick tone.

His ship's lock-on indicator started blaring, a missile was headed for him. The ECM distorted it off track while his evasive maneuvering got out of the missiles path. While he evaded the attacker lined up his/her main guns on Jacoopi's already weak ship from the left.

He heard his shields fizzle out before he or his VI could react. Thunk. Thump. Two large fighter slugs found their mark in his ship. One shot landed in front and below the cockpit, the other below his left stabilizer engine. The engine started to stutter and leak cooling fluids. The cockpit shot caused an panel to explode along Jacoopi's body, which had he not been wearing his armor would have probably killed him and caused smoke to gather in the cockpit. He was hit with 5 pieces of shrapnel, the first had hit his helmet and ricocheted off only leaving a small dent. The second was a circular like piece that impaled into the side his left shoulder pad which did not penetrate deep enough to harm him but did limit his circle of motion with that arm. The third stuck into his right cybernetic leg guard with no effect. The fourth was a fairly large chunk of metal impaled deep enough in his chest to make him bleed around it, but due to his armor slowed it down enough to stop it from shattering his ribcage. The fifth was small sharp pole which in a sense, nailed through his left hand to his joystick and busted some of the joystick controls. All this at once knocked him around his cockpit and stunned him and out of breath as smoke gathered around him.