"Ok, I'm going to target the bridge then. Try to keep as much of the enemy fire off of me, ok?" Admittedly Ramia sounded a bit less icy now that she had gotten in to a combat situation. She took out another small group of drones and headed directly towards the destroyer's bridge.

The Halcyon General was about to do something she hadn't done in a long time - and certainly not on a Flight Suit that was in such a horrid condition. "Ok... they have shields, but that actually protects only against smaller projectiles and lasers... Let's see how they like a projectile of this size..." She muttered to herself as she diverted most of the power of the Guardian to the leg thrusters and aimed directly at the front of the bridge where one of the largest windows was.

Ramia took a deep breath and turned the the Guardian's right shoulder towards the window as she prepared for impact. [i]I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.[/i] She closed her eyes just before the Guardian collided with the window of the destroyer's bridge.

The bridge crew of the destroyer didn't have enough time to make any kinds of evasive actions. The Guardian crashed through the window and brought with it the vacuum of space and instant death. Ramia was momentarily dazed, as far as she knew she might have lost consciousness for a brief while as well. To her amazement the Guardian was still able to move - though the impact had damaged the right arm even further, disabling what was left of it's movement.

Her head was pounding as the dark haired woman cautiously moved out from the bridge - after taking out the drone communication system ofcourse. She felt a bit proud of herself - after all she had more or less disabled the destroyer. "Ok, I think that takes care of that." She sounded weary and still a bit dazed as the Guardian began moving back towards their ship while taking out a few more fighters that got on her way. "Remind me not to do that again... The impact dampeners of this thing aren't working properly." Ramia did her best to ignore the fact that her nose and the side of her mouth were bleeding - she must have hit her head during the impact. "I'll lock the Guardian on top of the ship to give you more fire support." The Guardian's thrusters were already nearly giving out, they were down to 7%.