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.1991Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdtDY4qG70W
"Identified."1991Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpbAwembl1g
Smoke, gas, blood, dust, rust, and shrapnel.1991Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm4UECOqtp4
"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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