Tyson nodded, then
Kaboom!
"Oh Shat! Cat! It's The Wraith!" He swung his head 180 degrees toward him.
"Affirmative. Subjective is currently in a fight with those pirates from earlier." Cat starts typing combinations of keys.
"TYPE-T10D CANNON ACTIVE. HARPOON MODE IS READY TO FIRE," the AI system announces.
Meanwhile, in the sky, The Wraith was warping and blinking around from the rounds.
Boom
Boom
Boom
"Grunts, shoot your fucking target, or I'll shoot you myself to get the bitch!" barked the commander, his breath smelling of burnt liquor.
"You heard Old Dog Sin, shoot the worm!"
The crew hailed and readied to fire.
The Wraith warped until
"FIRE!"
Kaboom!
"Sreeeeek!" The Wraith screeched like a knife on glass.
"YEAAAAH!" The crew cheered.
"Again! Put the hag on wheels!" Old Dog Sins ordered.
Back on the AT-45 Raider
"TARGET LOCK ON."
SPIZZZ!
A beam of energy, a magnetic force of plasma, wrapped around The Wraith's neck.
The AT-45 Raider's pistons pressed backward, and the heavy metal horn echoed like it was back in war once more.
However, the pirates saw it. One of the crew members turned and said, "What the hell! WE'RE GETTING THIRD-PARTIED!"
"SINS, YOUR ORDERS?!"
"So, Lord Judge's informant was correct," he muttered to himself. Then he gestured his hand into the air, forward. "Take the vessel! And kill them inside! GO NOW!"
Everyone roared, and the ship started to descend from the air, passing over The Wraith. The hunt was on between hunter versus hunter.
They roped down from their ship onto the AT-45 Raider, however
BOOM!
One of the pirates became organic blood and organs of confetti. The pirates turned to see the ball turret pointing at them. They saw Moore smirk.
"Time to release a lot of frustration."
Boom boom boom!
The pirate was now more like a pool of blood.
"Oi! Don't take all the fun, little missy!"
Dixie, in the other ball turret, started shooting as well.
On the ship, "GET THE EMP!" The pirate crew loaded the EMP.
"WAIT, YOU FOOLS!"
BUZZZ!
It hit the AT-45 Raider and sent it offline.
The Wraith warped out and clung onto the AT-45 Raider. Its large scythe-like limb started shredding the armor.
In the cabin,
"Nyxa and Amaru, we need you to buy us time to reboot the system. Make the witch-beast horror focus on you two."
Cat was calm and didn't look at them, like he'd done this a lifetime before.
As The Wraith was shredding the structure of the AT-45 Raider.
Fthwrrp
Black silk covered its head, and as it moved, it twisted its neck backward, like it was someone's horse being handled too roughly. Then it landed hard, slipping toward the ground. Dust flew, and dirt covered its body.
Then its body began to glow a fiery orange, and two pairs of moth-like wings sprouted from its back. It flew backward, creating a great distance between itself and the AT-45 Raider. It tore through the web, and its scythes sliced the energy-based moth wings. Then it looked at them.
"Aw, it looks mad~" Amaru leaned forward, placing a hand on her hip with a cocky grin.
"Tease it. It will buy us time. Or make The Wraith rush us to kill in a grotesque way. You in particular, Miss Amaru."
Nyxa's expression was flat and focused.