so many forgetin posts i cant keep track when you all make multiple ones
"Alright guys, if you all want to dump our last munitions into sinking the ship, I'm in. Lets do this."
Faw turns up and around to reprint himself at the front of the ship, popping chaff on the way.
The LAMS begin to deviate even further. At this point, the skies are an unpredictable rave party.
I line up for another attack run, drop chaff and fire off the rest of my munitions at the starboard bow.
You punch a hole in the other side, and water begins flooding into it. The last gun battery levels a single barrel at you and fires another incendiary beehive shell. The result is very bad. Your roosterpit has been shattered by the shrapnel, and it is a miracle you weren't killed.
One of each. Cassius doesn't know what kind of missiles they are.
The missiles go for the bait, but the relief is painfully short.
: [Keep firing. I don't care if he goes down, he can't keep this up.]
You are now being chased by eight SAMs.
Bell pops chaff before flying towards the rear of the ship, firing all of her remaining RL-20s into the top of the rear deck and the LASM arrays in the back.
Your rockets pound the deck, but don't seem to penetrate very deep. The aft Shock Cannon returns fire against you, and even though it misses, you can feel the searing heat inside your roosterpit. You look out your window and see that your wingtip is glowing red-hot, and your HUD notifies you that your starboard engine is out.
Following Shortsword, I lock onto the burning mess of LAMS for the sake of targeting the deck itself and as the lock is established I fire what's left in my rocket pods at the rear of the bridge. Once I finish locking, I fire two of my AGMs.
As has been the case so far, the rockets reach their mark, while the missiles are shot down.
Faw fires his last remaining AGM straight at the bow, using the hole somebody punched in earlier as a bullseye.
The missile is shot down by a LAMS hit.
"Misfit, what's your status?" Bell asks as she begins circling around for an attack run on the front of the ship.
: That last destroyer is heading for the bottom! Don't worry, Mjolnir, we're on our way to assist.
Misfit flight begins their attack run.
: [The Razorbacks are coming for us now, and they're approaching directly from starboard!]
: Tch.
Misfit Lead is obliterated by a shock cannon, and the rest of his flight scatters.
: What the HELL was that? How have you not taken those loving guns out already?
: Get it together, Morgan. You're in charge now, so now what?
: Uhh...
As Cpt. Morgan racks his brain for ideas, the Octarius runs aground on the beach.
: [Realign the mirror drone, and then meet me at targeting control. If we can't actually get to the battle, we might at least be able to take out a few Mercanans from here.]
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