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Gh0st and Kryo had been going back and forth for a while—nothing serious at first, just the usual debates over piloting, positioning, and who would come out on top in a clean fight. What started as casual talk slowly turned into a challenge, a way to test skill in a controlled setting rather than a chaotic engagement. They didn’t want interference, randomness, or outside variables—just a fair fight under equal conditions. Same ships. Same start. The Serenity was brought in as a neutral staging point for regen and observation, giving everyone a front-row seat as it unfolded. It was meant to be a clean test, a way to settle it—but as the fight progressed, that controlled environment began to slip into something far less predictable.
We had a full turnout for this one.
KPJax, DOS42, Kryospider, Spectemus, Gh0stkiller7, Symbiotic, Turk.
No contract. No payout.
Just a controlled fight—set up, recorded, and watched.
I was riding co-pilot with Kryo in the Drake Cutlass Blue, there to capture everything from our side.
DOS held a position nearby in his 890 Jump – The Serenity. Engines down, lights on—lit up like a Christmas tree against the black. Everyone had already set regen there.
Inside the Serenity, it felt less like a combat zone and more like an event.
Turk and Symbiotic had taken over the observation deck—glass stretched out over the void, perfect view of the engagement bubble. Food laid out, luxury snacks, popcorn, and the usual adult beverages circulating like this was a holovid showing instead of a live-fire duel.
Best seats in Stanton.
Spectemus wasn’t on the deck.
He was in a chase ship—tight on Gh0st’s Steel, filming his side of the fight.
I had Kryo’s view.
Spectemus had Gh0st’s.
We locked in a 2 km combat bubble around the 890.
Stay inside. No disengaging.
Keep it clean.
THE DUEL
Both ships staged close.
Kryo in the Blue.
Gh0st in the Steel.
Old-fashioned rules.
Line up.
No early shots.
“On mark.”
Both Cutlasses turned and burned in opposite directions.
One… two… three…
Distance building.
Four… five… six…
Silence. Just engines.
Seven… eight… nine…
Ten.
Both ships snapped around—
—and opened fire.
THE ENGAGEMENT
The void lit instantly.
From the observation deck, Symbiotic leaned forward and said:
“We can still see the shots—the contrails cutting across the black. They’re painting the whole fight out there.”
From my seat, Kryo’s movements were clean—tight, controlled.
Spectemus called from the chase:
“I’ve got visual on Gh0st—Cutlass Steel is in frame, tracking clean.”
Gh0st came in aggressive—pushing hard, trying to overwhelm early.
The Steel had power.
But it didn’t move like the Blue.
THE SHIFT
Kryo eased us toward a loose asteroid scatter—just enough to break lines and control angles.
Gh0st hesitated.
From the Serenity, DOS said almost under his breath:
“I should’ve gotten closer… should’ve used the asteroids to close the gap.”
Spectemus followed immediately as he followed Gh0st:
“He’s drifting wide—he just lost his angle.”
That hesitation cost him.
Kryo flipped us, cut velocity, and slid right behind him.
LOSING CONTROL
Gh0st began reporting issues with control.
Turk’s voice came over comms from the 890:
“Check his engines—does he still have both?”
I watched the trails and answered:
“Yeah—he’s still got both engines.”
Then Gh0st, strained and breaking:
“No… no, I can’t stabilize—controls aren’t responding the way they should…”
Kryo stayed steady. Tight bursts. Controlled pressure.
Spectemus stayed locked in behind him, documenting everything.
From the observation deck of the Serenity, Turk said what everyone was thinking:
“Is this a TKO?”
Spectemus didn’t hesitate:
“No. This isn’t a TKO. This fight goes to regen—there’s one winner.”
ESCALATION
The fight didn’t slow down.
It intensified.
Weapons fire was constant now—both ships trading shots at close range. Kryo kept tight control, measured bursts, staying just off Gh0st’s line of fire.
Kryo was landing more hits.
Not overwhelming—but consistent. Controlled. Precise.
Gh0st answered with volume, trying to force the advantage back.
Then the tone changed.
Missile locks lit up the field.
Kryo reacted instantly—rolling hard, cutting thrust, dumping countermeasures.
Flares burned bright against the black, scattering in every direction.
The first missile streaked past—close. Close enough to feel.
Another lock followed.
More countermeasures—chaff and flares bursting outward as Kryo pushed the ship harder, forcing sharp angles and rapid vector changes.
Missiles chased, lost tracking, corrected, then broke off—detonating wide in bursts of light.
Kryo used what little cover the asteroid scatter offered—threading through it, forcing Gh0st to adjust.
But Gh0st didn’t let up.
Guns. Missiles. Constant pressure.
The fight had shifted.
What started controlled—
was now pushing into something far less predictable.
The Steel started taking more hits, more damage to the point that the it just couldn’t stay together, and in the blink of an eye both forward stabilizers, guns and landing gear were gone. They were just debris floating in space now.
THE MISTAKE
Then it happened.
Control of the Steele became unmanageable. Gh0st tracking Kryo.
Over comms, we heard it:
“When in doubt… ramming speed.”
We assumed Gh0st meant he was going to ram into Kryo but he was nowhere near us.
I shifted my camera angle—and saw it immediately.
His thrusters were fully lit, burning hard.
He wasn’t coming at us though.
He was lined up directly on the Serenity.
No course correction.
And then—
The void erupted.
The Serentiy lit up space in a massive explosion as the Steel slammed into its hull at full speed.
There was nothing that DOS could do.
Those ships don’t move on a dime.
TOTAL LOSS EVENT
The explosion didn’t just end the fight.
It erased everything.
The Serenity —gone.
Observation deck—gone.
The Crew—gone.
Spectemus, Kyro and I just left floating in the black watching the light show.
AFTERMATH
The crew didn’t wake up together.
Because the Serenity—our regen—was gone.
Everyone got kicked back to their previous imprint locations across Stanton.
Stations. Cities. Outposts.
One moment we were all watching the same fight—
Next moment, the team was scattered across the system.
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