Brashieel flinched as the waiting fortresses exploded with power. The terrible energy weapons which had slain so many of Vindicator's brothers in ship-to-ship combat were as nothing beside this! They smote full upon the warships' shields, and as they smote, those ships died One, two, seven-still they died! Nothing could withstand that fury. Nothing!
"All right!" Andrew Samson shouted. Six of the invaders already, and more going! He picked a target whose shields wavered under fire from three different ODCs and popped a gravitonic warhead neatly through them. His victim perished, and this time there was no question who'd made the kill.
The Order went out, and Brashieel sighed with gratitude. Lord of Thought, Mosharg must have learned what they had come to learn. They could leave.
Assuming they could get away alive.
"They're withdrawing!" someone shouted and Gerald Hatcher nodded. Yes, they were, but they'd cost too much before they went. Two missiles had actually gotten through the planetary shield despite all that Vassily and the PDCs could do, and thank God those bastards didn't have gravitonic warheads.