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.1952Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRhX8FMJm4h
"Identified."1952Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDvKvZXg92U
Smoke, gas, blood, dust, rust, and shrapnel.1952Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnySrnv3EmY
"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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