Hard fought but you win

Two of the enemy fighters immediately pick on you. They'd likely seen your position and correctly assumed you were the commander. You quickly roll to the side while firing, hoping to throw off their targeting solutions and with satisfaction see one of them go red as a confirmed kill. You must have hit the cockpit.

Ai was maneuvering to the right to try and get a shot on the remaining fighter as it blazed past your position, squeezing it off right before she was **** to dash to the side to avoid a pair that had picked off part of your squadren. It was touch and go for a moment but soon you found yourself with no more foes to face and nothing but dead fighters behind you.

"Directorate pussy on the menu tonight." One of your wing said, satisfied at her two kills.

"Personally I like to fuck mine rather than eat it but your choices are your own." Her wingmate teased.

"Some oral before the main event never hurt anyone!"

"Focus you two. We still have a ways to go." You cut in, the bombers needed you all vigilant. This wasn't over yet.