Sand tittering away upon the massive metal hull.
"Doubtful, reengage."
Pressurized methane spilling into the engines, igniting, burning bright across the sky.
"Up ! "
130 mm rounds discharged from its D-80 Molot gun batteries, striking its target in a display of shredded steel, fire, and a kaboom.3084Please respect copyright.PENANArYQoN4Q05k
"Identified."3084Please respect copyright.PENANAUAJzuzxsA9
Smoke, gas, blood, dust, rust, and shrapnel.3084Please respect copyright.PENANACF2YdFtJ3B
"Brace, brace, brace."
An unarmored, fast picket corvette screening the main fleet.
"On the way!"
The humble guardian of the High Fleet.
"Target! Ceasefire, ceasefire."
The Commoner.
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