“Rana to Fields, Rana to Fields,” I called over comms, hailing him as I dodged and weaved between asteroids. “This is Fields, go ahead.” my speaker crackled back. “Picked up a tail out of Grim HEX, coming in hot, be ready for a fight.” I advised. “Roger that.” His response was crisp and professional but he couldn’t keep all the excitement out of his voice. Laser bolts screamed past my cockpit as my shield indicators flashed red at me. “Shields under attack” the ship read out. I continued to dodge and weave as best I could but I knew my opponent must be pretty close.