Countless fish-like missiles lunged into the boundless starry void.
In that instant, everyone in the fleet merely turned to the windows on instinct. The Thunderbolt III space torpedoes like cigars; the Sak I high‑speed missiles like swordfish; the Shockwave B7 area self‑guiding torpedoes like mangoes; the Bloodthirsty Stinger dense missile swarm like a cluster of three‑edged bayonets......
The massive steel Battleships hung quietly in the emptiness of space, and through the immaculate portholes all around, it was as if they were seated on the viewing deck of a revolving restaurant built into a cliff.
Schools of torpedoes and missiles swept past the windows like flocks of seagulls.
