From across the field, two men gaped at the Arrow exiting their hangar. One of them kicked the groggy Davis in the side.
"You fool, now he's stealing our own ship to escape!"
The two men dashed towards the hangar leaving the third man clumsily attempting to regain his feet to follow.
They reached their hangar thirty seconds later and fired up the remaining two Arrows without any pre-flight checks. Two minutes after the first Arrow left the hangar, the other two lifted off. They activated their targeting systems and immediately locked onto the fighter receding into the clouds that conveniently possessed the same transponder as their own. With their engines powered up past red-lining, the two fighters steadily gained on the ascending Arrow. When they were nearly within weapons range it suddenly seemed to notice their presence and increased power and began evasive maneuvers. But suddenly it returned to a straight ascension course, making it an easy target for the pursuers. Flashpoint laser bursts shot out from the two Arrows, quickly nullifying the shields. Another burst blew the right wing off of the ship, and others danced lethal steps up the fuselage and into the cockpit. The two Arrows pealed away as the shredded fighter tumbled out of its flight path. They completed their turn to prepare for another pass when the tumbling fighter's wreckage exploded.
"Hmph. Not a bad payday after all" one of the pilots transmitted.
"Especially when you split it two ways" the other replied.
"Two ways? But there's three of us."
"No, there's two of us with transportation to go collect it, and one dunce who is stranded on this rock because he let the target take his ship."
The other pilot smiled broadly and moved into formation as they accelerated upwards through the atmosphere to reach escape velocity from the planet's gravitational pull.
Moments later, the remnants of the destroyed Arrow struck the planet's rocky surface and disintegrated.