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.2082Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ852lQ5pV3
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"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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