"I'm going to try forcing the bandit to maneuver," Lorens communicates. He waits for the Hyperion to close in.
Now! In that instant, four heatseekers drop from the Tukreb's pylons, shrieking as the motors activate fractions of a second later. "Snowman, fox 2 ripple sent! Scorch, keep your eyes peeled!" Lorens quickly pulls back on the stick and bumps the aircraft up another story or two in altitude to better position himself for reacting to the Helian construct's next move.