For Marcus, however, this was a turn for the worse. Initially he had feared that the returning contacts, as his display alerted him to their presence, were here for him, and intended to do to him as they had the other drones. However, his thoughts and rather clumsy attempt to flee the Belkans was distracted by the flash that illuminated his rear flank, and he could only assume what such meant -- Grove was likely dead, and now it looked like he would be too. Well, that was what he wanted, wasnât it? The Terran, however, by now realized the error in his thought process, much too late for Grove, and likely for his own sake as well. If there was one thing, however, that he didnât expect, it was for the Imperial fighter to try and close with him. He knew little of vacuum based fighter combat, but he was fairly sure that, should they have wanted, they wouldâve obliterated him from some distance, not close like this.
Thus continued his frantic and otherwise idiotic action of meandering about the controls of the drone trying to resist the fighter until he finally tired of it and left things to fate. With closed eyes he awaited whatever fate this new foe had in store for him, and he jumped at the rather loud and sudden connection, thinking, for a moment, that they had shot the drone. With a flex of his hand in the dark cockpit, he ascertained, or desperately hoped, that he was still alive before he opened his eyes, which soon showed him the scene that was before him. Witnessing, from the displays, the underbelly of the graceful fighter, he looked about with confusion. Why did they want him?... it was likely the drone, he figured, thinking on things for a moment before being overcome with the realization that he, for the moment, wasnât going to die.
Marcus Sheffield, however, mightâve just been forced into something much, much worse.