Times the twenty warheads they're carrying, I thought as I issued orders, my inner nervousness as it computed the numbers hidden behind my mask. “Alright, brace.” I couldn’t do anything as missiles bared down on my ships; this was the weak point of my plan. My ships would take a pounding, but hopefully my AMC would be able to get into the ships and station and disable them. PD flashed across the fleet as we took out all but seven which broke into a hundred and forty warheads. Close range PDS spat out small rounds and shotgun like batteries, attempting to catch most of the now dub missiles. Twenty seven survived. One of the missiles faulted, blowing up and taking five with it. Four were out of range to do much more than buffet my ships. Five hit the AMC transports, taking a chunk out of the front sections. I silently hoped that the crews of the transports had followed my advice and stayed in the rear of the ship. It seemed so as the engines corrected course, following behind us.
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