An old friend's revenge

[Lanakov]

"...confirmed target has opened fire, followed by the Coalition ship, sir. Our fighters have undertaken evasive maneuvers and are waiting for instructions. "

The man sighed again.

" Let us return the favor, as that's what they seem to want. Let's try to get both problems solved in one go. "

He then split the tasks between his units through gesturing at his holo-panel. The fighters were to weaken the gunship and distract it, while the larger crafts were to use their long-range precision weapons to deal structural damage at the key components of the liner.

" Captains, tell your gunners I want their engines and weapons out first. If they manage to reach the surface, they won't be able to provide fire support against our men, and they'll have their back against the wall in this crippled ship. They're digging their own grave..."

Missiles flew off in entire volleys from the aligned gunships, aimed at precise hardpoints of the liner, some hitting the Storm in-between, targetted by countless projectiles from a whole swarm of fighters.

The man watched the scene unfold from the bay, hands behind his back, sometimes advising a captain or a squad leader on the best move to make.
They might be home for dinner.

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