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    “First flight, let’s move!” Korqath said, pushing up his acceleration.  As the fighter reached the after section, he depressed his triggers and his cannons opened up, azure laser shots illuminating space.  The bolts scoured into one of the other propulsion units, followed by a stream of others from the other pilots in First flight, and then he was past, skimming along the upper port side of the ship, his cannons blazing away, hitting the still intact but weakened shields.  His fellows were right behind racing along at max accel, trying desperately to remain on course and to stay in close to the ship, while at the same time making their attack run.  Hukriss was right, it was fun.  It was also much more intense than any of the sims or exercises that the company pilots had flown.  If they got out of this, Korqath vowed, he would be stepping up the training regimen, and making this, a combat mission against the battlecruiser, part of that regimen.
    His speed meant that his ship covered the length of the ship in a matter of a few seconds and then he was pulling away, looping back around to make another strafing run down and under to the ventral side of the battlecruiser.  The capital ship’s gunners were having a hell of a time trying to target him and another quick check out of the corner of his compound eyes saw that none of the others had been shot down, yet.  So far so good.  He unloaded his cannons again into the flickering shields and flicked his antennae as he saw Hukriss and his flight go screaming past, blasting away at the shields on the starboard side of the ship. 
    Those shields are failing.  One more pass and there won’t be any left, and then we can start stripping away the ship’s claws.
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                  “This isn’t working,” Gants said to himself.  The fighters had been pecking away at his shields and there was little he could do about that.  As the words came out of his mouth, one of the turbolasers picked off another one of the boxy fighters and he nodded in satisfaction, but there were far too many of them left.  The corvette had limped off after the mauling his weapons had given to her but she was still fast enough to keep out of Leytonstone ’s effective weapons envelope.  Even at her peak, Leytonstone was fast and maneuverable, but she was still a cruiser.  She could accelerate better than other large ships, but she couldn’t hope to do so as well as something as small as the company corvette, which meant that unless he could pin the corvette against something, he couldn’t engage the company warship unless they wanted to get into a scrap.
                  “Helm, put us back on course for the mining station and engage at best speed.”
                  “We’re still an hour away, Colonel,” the navigator reminded him as she entered in the new course.
                  “I know,” he said.  “But these fighters are nibbling away at the shields and we’re barely doing anything to them.  We need to change the odds, force them to do something drastic.  Maybe if we put their real estate in danger, they’ll be more pliable.”
                  “But, sir, what about the fighters?” the tactical officer asked.  “Individually, their fire isn’t that significant, but collectively, they can hurt us, especially with our shield strength so low.  And with us firing almost until the guns overheat, we can’t do anything to recharge the shields.”
                  Gants nodded.  “Guns, cease fire.  Make sure the weapons retain charge and are ready to fire on my command, but cease trying to shoot down those ships for the moment.  Redirect power to recharging the shields.”
                  “Aft shield generators are out, Captain,” the tactical officer reported.  “Damaged.  But I can get the rest of the shield coverage firmed