A Strange Sort of Irony
Posted on June 12th, 2019 by T'Lira

It was a rather common topic in philosophical writings: staring at the stars and wondering what was beyond the individual’s understanding and comprehension in that strange and unknown place.

T’Lira wasn’t entirely certain this was what they had thought of in their musings.

As she launched, she checked all systems and where the other Sharks were. After previous battles, she made a quick mental note of Zorro’s location. There was no allied planet to land on this time, although there were more ships available to catch a falling fighter.

And so began the usual dance, weaving through enemy fighters as they launched and shooting them down with as much precision as one could manage in a small fighter in a chaotic situation.

She was focused entirely on the battle at hand when the message broke across the channel.

“Firefly couldn’t shoot me down, what makes you think you can? Especially since I’ve downed one of you already.”

T’Lira resolved right then and there to shoot that particular enemy down once she found them.

Unfortunately, Atlantis got there first. It was somewhat ironic, to be entirely honest. A satisfying sort of irony.

With that one dusted, she spins her fighter to come about and go after some of the enemy fighters targeting Ash. Hopefully, they eventually receive the notice that they cannot attempt to single any of the Sharks out and expect the maneuver to succeed.