Gold 6 pulled hard on the cyclic, yet her Y-wing gave no response. Her display screens were going dark, the last reading of her airspeed was 900kph. That was a minute ago, she was likely nearing the maximum speed the ship could take. The silence of the Koensayr R200 ion jet engines was nauseating, but it was just one problem added on another.
She could see the face of Green 2, her wingman, amazement that had been a successful hunt, turned to the horror of watching the final moments of someone’s life as the crew window froze over with ice.