The yoke of the gunnery turret grew chill beneath Allison’s fingers despite her gloves, and the heat venting through their shield breach shimmered out of the corner of her eye. She jammed the rotation pedal and the stars spun as she flipped the turret and lined up to nuke the attacking sonovabitch into a cloud of dust.
“Lydia, love?” she shouted at her captain over the popping comms when her target computer blared the lock. “You seeing this asshole’s death any time soon? Because I sure as fuck am.”