Paint The Wind
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"Sir, if we dive now I'll have to make course corrections mid-descent. I-" Iridescence tried to protest before the ship bucked again this time metallic groaning reverberating throughout the hull from the impact.
"Cy get on those turrets NOW!" She yelled interacting with the instruments and overriding all ship control to her. The ship jumped forward as she engaged thrust and brought it towards the planet.
"Understood." Cyclops agreed already seated in the gunner seat and splintering his hands to interact with all of the ship's weapon systems at once.
Iridescence brought the ship nose towards the surface of the planet and rerouted majority power to the heat shields.
"Alright, we're LITERALLY going in hot! Everyone buckle up and hang on tight, Cy intercept as many attacks as you can." With that she sped into atmosphere. Soon the frictional heat started to light up the bridge as it tore at the shielding. The mass of the ship started to grind and screech from the pressures.
"We're nonlinear!" She yelled grunting against the controls. "Activate reverse boosters and vector forward thrust to +15°!" She yelled to her, up until this point mentally unavailable, co-pilot.
"Planetside gun installations have opened fire on us, Captain." Cyclops relayed, with a calmness characteristic of a battle drone.
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"Pilot, I'm detecting armed ships at our landing site!" Arabelle exclaimed.