Part 11

“This is the way we see
Riding over heavenly”
Three forms, nightmare clouds forming up and solidifying. Barrels emerging, armour hardening, dread exotic parabola becoming visible. The stuff of the Sterateel gunship was moving from willow the whisp flimsiness to harsh rockiness. Each different, that was the hallmark of standard Sterateel. Mass produced, rolled out a production line and unique in form and colour. Absolutely identical in function. That was Sterateel.
These three, those approaching the convoy and the ‘Chance were formed to have heavy forward weapons backed up with rapid fire turrets of opportunity. Maestros of the hit and run. Hit heavy, keep moving, carve up and still keep moving and shooting as often as possible.
That was all there was to it.
The convoy was placed. The ships ready and the gunships on the cusp of the ‘Chances big hitting long range guns; focussed back to react quicker at closer ranges. Timed to work with the rapid fire shooters of it’s defence network. This was not going to be a long range slug of a fight. Sudden and violent was the way forward.