Claxons blared as The Juggernaut’s defense system warned of a target lock and forthcoming attack. Corporal Vyne twirled his finger in a circular motion, signaling for various gunners to take their defensive positions.
“General quarters,” Vyne shouted as the soldiers slid behind the controls of large cannons and missile stations. “Blast all incoming fire out of the sky before-“
“Belay that order,” Lord Marcus Orn interrupted. “Open fire at will on the city. We’re done with the subtleties.”
Both Vyne and a few nearby crewman winced at the order, unnerved by the impending slaughter of countless innocents in the fray.