*Soon capital ships start forming up and the screeching rips through the comm and PACES.. As the Aliens begin hitting Blake and the forces present their screeching disabling the newtypes... One forms into a bladed vessel and rams an Iconain ship and begins assimilation..*
PACES, reset... comms...
PACES: St-- st--stand...b-- b-- by...
*The Comms and PACES shut down before coming back online on a much lower frequency, as well as after recalibrating the shields to deflect the transmissions.*
Blake: Okay! Now I'm vexed!
*He forms 2 nano-pulse blades from the top of his gauntlets and starts tearing the Fighters apart.*
Jacob, little hand?! These things are still adapting to my--
*He notices that the fighters are having a harder time adapting to the nano-pulse, and that he's cutting them up like butter. He targets his micro-torps again and fires, tearing through the fighters again.*
ALRIGHT! THAT'S MORE LIKE IT!
*He turns around as a wing of fighters surrounds him.*
A wing of fighters? Really?
*He fires his Phaser Gatlings and Micro-Torps angain before darting out of the way, gutting the fighters with his blades as he dodges them. He grabs one fighter and rips the wing off, throwing it at another, tearing them apart.*