Weland began to shiver in fright. Two gunships, mines, and another destroyer. This was something different, the flak these things could put out could turn his fighter into a speck of dust in the dark vacuum of space. But he knew he was a pilot with a job. He gunned his engines through a previously cleared section of the minefield. He was twitching silently knowing he was going to break down when he landed. He aimed at the second Ripper gunship and began firing at its engines. He he were to die today, he would die with the enemy's blood on his hands. Honor through battle.
As he started to get closer to a better aiming distance, Weland fired his cannons in a controlled contested stream towards the drive system.
As he started to get closer to a better aiming distance, Weland fired his cannons in a controlled contested stream towards the drive system.