The Vipers of the Death Angles hit the Cylons hard destroying five on the first pass. Achillies flipped his Viper around locking in on another target. In his headset Achillies ears were filled with the sounds of combat.
"He's firing. Break! Break!"
"Dogs been hit! Dogs been hit!"
"Coming in,"
“Too late, pull out.”
"I got two toasters, dead ahead."
"You've got one on your left. He's gonna fire"
"Check your six"
"Banking right."
The chatter rang in Achillies ears as he rolled in on a Cylon that had rocketed passed his Viper. Pulling the trigger Achillies once again felt his fighter vibrate as the low growl of his cannons sent round after round into the raider. One of the hook like wings separated from the ship as it spun powerlessly into the void. As the Ceylon came apart in a bright ball of fire and debris Achillies pulled hard right looking for another target.
“Heave raiders have landed on the port landing bay, we can’t hold them. We ca…..” He heard over the comm., the voice fading with gunfire and static.
Pulling away from the Vulcan Achillies flipped over and lined up on the port pod. Taking a deep breath he whispered a silent prayer to the gods and then hit the thrusters. The port pontoon got bigger and bigger in his canopy as he hurtled towards the landing bay. Entering the bay at full throttle he saw the two heavy raiders ringed by what looked like Cylons, only bigger. Pulling the trigger he strafed the enemy position, destroying one of the heavy raiders and most of the ground troops. Then flipping over he continued firing at the remaining troops as he was carried backwards out of the landing bay and back into the dogfight.