“The Shang are painting us with sensor sweeps,” Betty reported and glanced towards one of the displays where it showed a complex diagram of colors. “We’re scattering and jamming below detection levels. But I think they’re getting suspicious.”
“Prepare to break and attack on my order,” Charles transmitted as they continued to close the range. “Use old weapons packages only. Let us keep our full capabilities to ourselves for now.”
“Roger that,” Jack returned with an approving smile.
“Approaching detection levels,” Betty reported as the sensor display began to flash. “I can’t keep them in the dark much longer.”
“Break in three,” Charles ordered.
Jack tightened his hands on the controls and ran his hands over a display.
A T&J song about bad guys biting the dust began to play.
Power flowed from capacitors, flooding defensive and offensive systems with enough power to light up small cities.
“Break! Break! Break!” Charles ordered and the world exploded in time to the screaming of a steel-stringed guitar.
Deflection grids came alive and fire control systems locked onto their targets. Gravitic cannons reached out and twisted the very fabric of gravity between the Shang formation and the incoming Cowboys. Deflection grids collapsed and armor buckled as focused gravity tore the plates apart. Laser turrets pulsed into unshielded flanks, vaporizing armor and weapons alike…