I barely registered the miss and had already shifted my aim to another fighter when a new streak from my right slipped past the fighter’s drones and hit the ship square in the engines. The missile detonated with a brilliant flash, scattering engine debris and knocking the Oversight fighter into a spin out of control.
“That’s one,” called the voice of one of my pilots.
“That’s two,” called another a moment later, and I turned to spot another flash of light and debris.
“Watch return fire,” another voice called as the remaining Oversight fighter clusters pivoted and started targeting the pilots of Squadron One.
“S2, go!” Kyrshaw called. “R2, R3, target those particle cannons.”
I ignored the orders for the other ships and continued to focus on the remaining fighters. I pulled up a lock on
