The gargantuan thrusters on the 5th Fleet’s carrier flared out to the maximum as the entire ship flipped over along its length. Its top deck had been all but thoroughly torn apart, and every millimeter of its thick armor had been completely shredded.
All of its emplacements and turrets had been reduced to useless scrap, along with all of the mecha and defense drones scattered on its surface.
Almost nothing was left of the forces on that side, and so as promised, the admiral rotated it out. He showed the Federation the hangars they had previously busted, then flipped to the bottom side of the carrier.
Absolute glee filled him as the hundreds of the fresh mecha and turrets peppered the Federation with their weapons fire the moment they were able.
Cannon shells and chaingun fire and AA flak flew up and smashed into the fatigued enemy front line. They ripped and tore into their weakened armor, and exposed even more of their vulnerable insides.