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.1826Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtv6OlomNi0
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Smoke, gas, blood, dust, rust, and shrapnel.1826Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7OdmCqJDk7
"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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