#2, by Carnifex

Weaponfire tore about from ship to ship in the cold vacume outside Ames Research Station. Liberty Navy ships, along with mercenaries they had hired, fought alongside Zoner pilots in an effort to repell an attempt by Kusari Naval Forces to take the station by force. There had been two waves of attackers, comprised of Kusari heavy fighters with the notable inclusion of a number of Rheinland fighters in support. Liberty had been ready and when the first reports of millitary deployment had come in a wing of specialist heavy fighters had been sent to defend Ames, specialy fitted with heavy ordinance. The second wave of Kusari fighters was now nearly neutralised, all that remained was the Rheinland contingent and one Kusari Multi-Role.

Admiral Cravic of the Liberty Navy was experiencing an adrenalin rush, familiar to him as the type one always gets from combat. Torps were flying left, right and centre and Cravic knew that even just a stray one could do significant damage to his Justice fighter. He dodged around the station, a few marks vissible on the outer hull, debris made the actual damage hard to guess at but some were deffinately venting atmosphere. Cravic pulled into a long corkscrewing backflip as the Kusari fighter he was targeting shot passed him. He pulled out with his target to his left, he glanced and saw it shoot accross in front of him as a torpedo crashed into the side of his ship creating a blinding light and a sound of bending and melting metal that in the quiet of space was spine chilling.

The torpedo had made contact just next to where Cravic was sitting. The explosion began to crumple the frame of his fighter inward and his auto-eject system locked off his life support umbilicals and fired his cockpit-pod away from the rest of the fighter. For a brief moment he could hear the sound of venting gas and Cravic looked down to see the gel-foam that had been sealed into the wall of the fighter spew from the wound, expanding and hardening as it went, forming a patch before all the air vented. This however was not what concirned the Admiral most.

His left leg was immediately next to the breach and had been filled with shrapnel by the explosion and now most of it around the knee was barely recognisible. Blood poored out from seemingly everywhere and much of the flesh had been shredded. Even as he began to realise the extent of the injury he went into shock and passed out, the fire of the battle still visible all around him.