Bab 187: Rain of Fire, Pt 2

The civilian fleet raced its way through the massive battlespace all around them. Most of them wove between ships and evaded as much fire as they could. The larger ones simply plowed their way through it all.

“Where do you think you’re going, Fed scum?” taunted a Hegemony fighter pilot.

A wing of fighters circled a civilian corvette - one of the many in the civilian fleet - and peppered it with simultaneous bursts of chaingun fire. They tore through its paper-thin armor with ease, and ripped through to its power plant.

It quickly erupted into a red ball of plasma and tore the whole ship into pieces.

Everyone heard their screams on comms for a brief moment before they were silenced forever.

Amal sat in her seat, unable to process the death that was happening all around her. It felt like she was in Damascus all over again, while artillery shells pounded the city all around her. While the ground shook with each blast.

While people around her died screaming in agony.