[center] [h3][b][color=00ff00]Jack Mallory, X.O.[/color][/b][/h3] [/center]

"Captain," sighed Jack, brushing his hair back as he leaned back with the mic, "We're stuck with shells, we can't spare the power for anything else."

"And we can't use them too close, or we'll damage ourselves. Here's hoping shooting over their heads might impress them."

[i]...Assuming they couldn't deflect those shells, despite their muzzle velocity.[/i]

"If we had the power, maybe if we fired up the engines and tried moving position, possibly higher up one of these mountains?"

[i]...Assuming the engines were in any state to do that.[/i]