Treeg followed Sleahn’s suggestion without question. She had no better ideas anyway. Particle beams buzzed around them as they shot toward the rough, brown exterior shell of the Cruiser, and a few heavy laser cannons fired up at them. The heavy cannons were meant for long range combat, however, and while they gave Treeg several heart attacks, they never actually came close to their ship.
Their Holzfäller skimmed the exterior of the cruiser, and the Broomsticks abruptly stopped firing. The warning system flashed on and off spastically, indicating multiple gains and loss of target lock.
“They can’t lock onto us when we’re this close to their capital ship!” Sleahn sounded triumphant. “Their targeting computers keep tracking on the exhaust of their heavy cannons!”
Treeg watched the ten-mete
