“Shall we review the battle log, my Lady?”
“Yep. I guess that’s the next best thing if nobody wants to play today,” Lizzy said turning to sit straight in the pilot’s chair. “Let’er rip, Magnus.”
The combat restraint extended from the sides of the pilot’s chair to enfold Lizzy’s body in its familiar protective embrace as the shield extended to enclose her head lighting up with a myriad of tactical displays. Lizzy snuggled deeper into the soft leather of the pilot’s chair to find the most comfortable spot.
“Our first and second Strax contacts recorded in the battle log are only six and ten seconds in duration, respectively. However, when I slow the playback to fifty percent of real-time, the six successive flares of my rail-gun launching kinetic rounds is clearly visible in each with predictable results,” Magnus baritone voiceover continued as multiple pieces of flaming debris arced out the camera’s field of view.
“Ooo, pretty.”
“Yes...well...the, ah, third contact, however is significant not only due to the length of engagement at almost twenty-five seconds duration, but specifically because of the way the Strax killer machine responded to the concerted attack on the pod seen here again at fifty percent real-time.”
“Hmm. He peeled out of the formation while in both of the other contacts; they stayed together,” Lizzy said thoughtfully watching the graphic replay.
“The single remaining Strax killer then attempts a weak flanking maneuver through an unusually slow approach vector I intercepted with the final rail-gun kinetic round here,” Magnus concluded as the actinic launch flare in the replay subsided and the black machine erupted in flame to pin wheel from view.
“Magnus, if a Strax killer machine wasn’t running full autonomous, would it be slow to react? Did we score a live Strax in that killer?” Lizzy asked thoughtfully.
“Quite possibly, my Lady, but verification becomes impossible when all Strax machines have immediately self-destructed when disabled or damaged.”
“Is that the end of the battle log, Magnus? I thought we had at least one fast pursuit kill on a Strax pod yesterday... or was it the day before?” Lizzy pondered looking at the cabin ceiling.
“My Lady. I have just received a priority message from TVS. We are being directed to return to a TVS service point for maintenance.”
“Really? Where to, Magnus?” Lizzy asked brightly as the battle restraint retracted and she sat up in the chair with renewed interest.
“We are directed to return to Pop’s Garage for an armament upgrade and refueling, my Lady.”