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[center]Pew! Pew! Pewpewpew![/center]
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	Tibulus had said to "hold on", but none of the Revenant's current occupants could feel even the slightest shift during the sudden burn. The Tower had gained access to artificial gravity control and compensated for the movements it was told to pass to the reaction control thrusters and mainsail engines. The Tower, in its only semi-conscious mind, understood the threat the ship was facing and didn't merely pass through the controls inputted, but pushed them beyond safe limits.

	Tibulus's navigation computer showed the ship as pulling 10G in acceleration - more than enough to knock the human crew unconscious, and yet the pilot's seat was as comfortable as always. The computer also showed that the engines were receiving 115% of the maximum possible control input. The Revenant was [i]not[/i] flying like it usually did. It was far too smooth.

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	[color=6ecff6]"Heat sinks are still good, sir,"[/color] Rento replied to Stryker as he passed. They were still running at full efficiency. [color=6ecff6]"Lining up a spare set for immediate switch on command, though. Should be ready to nearly melt down the guns twice over in a few seconds."[/color]

	Feathering and abusing the controls had given the joysticks at the gunnery stations something to bitch about, but lacking voices, their complaints went unheard. The rest of the system, however, was grateful for not being half-melted by constant fire. Rento waited patiently for the target to be within effective firing range and set the focal points of all of the turrets under her command to the distance the Revenant would be passing within at its closest point -- only a few hundred meters.

	An idea struck her midway through adjusting the guns, a short while before the pass at the station's beam array. A very, very important idea. One that shouldn't have taken so long to pop into her head -- clearly having a mechanical brain hadn't made her a faster thinker. She shouted up toward the cockpit, [color=6ecff6]"Uh, sir... Isn't there a communications array we should knock out or something? I mean, I love a good fight and all, but I don't want the fucking navy showing up without an invitation."[/color]


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