Parker, another nearby frigate, joined in with her Mk-7 interceptors, sending swarms of missiles at the attacking enemy fighters.
“Mustang flight, this is Mustang 2. Engaging Garrison Station.” Thunderbolts from Antares, the closest carrier to them, firing Harpoon missiles.
The fighter frantically maneuvered after missile release, skating over the massive bulk of the enemy structure, finally dying in a blaze of orange flame as enemy point-defense batteries enveloped it in a host of red energy bolts.
On Devastator, Elena was deep in consultation with the Sensor plotter. Garrison Station was in its death throes. Both Devastator andSteadfast were too close. Dauntless had withdrawn to sixty kilometers and was covering the flagship against further fighter attacks. “Pilot, reverse engines, make turns for one hundred thirty kps. “TAO, advise Steadfast to withdraw to seventy-five kilometers.”