Talk:AIF/@comment-13740085-20150323161606

"Hold your course," order the captain of the Colorado class USS Maine.

"Sir, you have us on a collision course with that Pemberton," his executive officer reminded him for the fourth time.

"I'm well aware of that," the captain said patiently, "I'm also sure that Pembys CO is aware of that. What we've got is a game of chicken, and it's a game I intend to win."

The bridge crews tension visibly increased at that remark.

"Time to impact: thirty seconds," the operations officer reported.

"Hold your course, helm," Maines captain ordered.

"Time to impact: twenty seconds"

"Steady, helm, steady."

"Time to-, status changed," the officer interrupted himself, "the Pemby is breaking off hard to starboard."

"We got him," the captain muttered, "now Tactical! Execute!"

A salvo of eight missiles, followed by another, soared upward, then arched, then plunged down onto the IKN warship. Explosions ripped through the aft end of the Lord Pemberton class, and the ship kept turning, and turning.

"We got its rudder, sir," the executive officer noted.

"Excellent observation, Number One," the captain replied sarcastically. "Hold off the broadside until their stern is pointed our direction."

The wait was only a matter of seconds, "Light them up!"

The focused broadside of the Colorado class super battleship let loose on the crippled ship. The concentrated shell and missile barrage did its number on the IKN ship, and soon the bridge crew of USS Maine were admiring the ascending fireball that replaced it.

"That's for my brother at St. Louis," the captain yelled, jabbing his index finger towards the smoldering wreck. "Record for transmission to God's Judgement: 'Maine to Admiral Guy, scratch one Pemberton"