Newtonian Guidance

Spool the ARCS. Launch window in T minus sixty. Target acquisition locked. Set burn vector

delta V three, two, one... Go!

Cold iron wake from a fusion start. We're slingshot born, we drift then

dart. No dog fights here, no banking wide. We kill in

silence, we die in glide. EM Burst, cloak our trace.

One wrong pulse leaves a thermal face. Ballistic path, rail gun screen.

My flight is math, not a dream. Delimiter failing at six point five.

Autodock screaming but I'm still alive. Can't pitch, can't yaw, just delta burn.