Armada

The window cracked and spider webs started spreading across the canopy of the gunboat.

Lewis flared the starboard maneuvering jet and got out of the ribbon of glowing tungsten darts, intervals of light on a black backdrop representing 1/30th of the total volley sprayed from the cannons of the Demigod, a carrier-ship in the K'krisain armada. You only saw the tracers, the rest were black and silent, invisible to all but the best radar.
Lewis slammed his reverse thrust wide open and lit off two of his torpedoes. Two mirror-finished ovoid cylinders accelerated and dropped into the carrier below. They disappear some unseen depth into the Demigod's hull before bending it out in a grotesque sphere of metal, flames began to escape the distended belly of the Demigod and suddenly where there was once a sphere of expanded hull, there was nothing. Precious gasses vented from the clean cuts in the Demigods superstructure made by the gravity torpedoes before the AI on board could lock down the affected area completely.