Dammit! The Frederick didn't stand a chance, and neither did the pods. Shika's conservative approach wasn't going to be enough to save the crew. Not with only two Mindies onsite.
"Captain Gally, I'm coming over to you." He scampered over the container, his armoured feet leaving considerable dents where they had pounded the bulkhead, then pushed his power armour's thrust to its red lines at .375c. Shika tasked his drones to provide point defence for the escape pods, while plotting a vector that would put him close to the escape pods.
It still wasn't going to be enough...The flotsam and jetsam, and the chunks of hull sparring that had sundered from the
Frederick made for an impossible combat environment. There was ample cover for both parties -- it was a miracle that his own missiles had found their mark.
Shika gritted his teeth as he did the math in his head. According to his working-out, he'd have a direct line of sight on the bomber pod for a heartbeat or so. He instantly spun on his axis and drew a bead on the bomber pod just as he passed the
Frederick's ruined rear starboard. The shuttle drifted just enough to give him a fair shot on the bomber pod.
Shika fought the temptation to let loose. In what precious few seconds he had before his LOS was gone, he instead waited for the HUD targeting hit probability to rise above 90 percent.
Wait for it...
Not yet...
Now!
A keening noise filled Shika's helmet; the sweet music of a good lock.
Shika let rip with his LASR, sending a fusillade of AP rounds pouring towards his target.