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The modified Wolfen Gunship banked sharply, the laser bolts following it missing by a literal mile. The Corsairs chasing the white and gray craft adjusted their aim, sending a flurry of blasts at the sleek craft. One of the bolts connected with the shield, sparks burst from the impact point and dissipated.
“Damnit.” The Wolfen’s pilot said, checking his shield gauge, “You’re not getting away with this.”
He pulled back on his control stick. Puffs of ionized gas flared from the ship’s maneuvering thrusters, bringing the underslung slam cannon into alignment with the lead Corsair. The cannon spoke three times, belching tungsten-carbide slugs at near-relativistic speeds. The first slug tore into the smaller craft, ripping a large hole into its dorsal surfaces. The second slammed into the reactor, blasting it open. The third was redundant; the Corsair was reduced to a tiny debris field.
Tiny bits of metal sparked off of the Wolfen’s shields, but otherwise leaving them unharmed. The pilot rolled a scroll wheel with his thumb and selected the dual lasers, another scroll wheel clicked forward a notch and the KM500 missiles were armed.
“Eat this, bitch.”
The push of a button ejected one KM500 from the port weapons bay. The missile locked on and streaked towards its target. The wispy vapor trail ended in a yellow and red fireball as the missile’s warhead tore the flimsy craft apart. Laser blasts vaporized most of another Corsair, and the last was blown apart by a well aimed KM100.
The Charon outpost lay in Starton Eridani VI-a’s orbit, but it wouldn’t be for long. A salvo of missiles streaked from the Wolfen’s missile pods, piercing the station’s flimsy hull. Explosions threw debris into space, exposing decks to vacuum. The reactor gave out in a white-hot flash of energy. One of the station’s docking booms broke off and tumbled away.
The Gunship flipped over and burnt for CCS-Starton Eridani.