The first wave reached the defensive line less than an hour after launch, and it came in fast, with the small Mekharans racing ahead of the larger ones in loose, glittering swarms that spread across the darkness like a handful of thrown sand.
Naysha fired before the closest group had finished closing the distance. Two of them came apart in short, bright flashes, and the rest scattered around the pieces without slowing down at all.
"Contact, contact!" Tamsin's voice came over the channel as loud as it always was in a fight. "Small ones in front, big ones behind them. I've got your left, Naysha!"
Naysha swung her Rank 3 toward the next swarm and lined up the shot. "Keep it."
"Always do."
