First Principles: Samair in Argos: Book 3 by MICHAEL KOTCHER Page A

stand against the Leytonstone might have given them pause.  Who am I kidding?  Two corvettes and slightly more than one squadron of starfighters against the battlecruiser?  So far we’re doing far better than anyone has any right to expect.  And al Fakhir’s right.  This is really not a smart move.  It’ll be a miracle if this ship gets through this last maneuver and is still functional.   “Are the shields ready?”
                  There was a moment’s pause.  “Thirty seconds, Captain.  Just make sure that when you take us toward this folly that you’re gentle on the throttle.  The structural integrity isn’t great,” the engineer replied before cutting the connection.
                  Tamara checked her display one last time.  “All right, Mister Wymea.  Put us on course for the battlecruiser, her aft section as best you can.  And you know the drill.  Evasive entry, don’t make it easy for them.”
                  “On straight course for the attack, aye Captain,” the man replied, pushing up the throttles.
                  Right on cue, Ykzann reported that the shields were holding at two hundred percent.  The man was as good as his word, despite his protests.  The ship accelerated, slowly, much slower than Tamara would have liked, but she knew that with all her damage, Cavalier could no longer perform the eye-popping maneuvers her class was good at.  It would be a good long while with repair teams crawling over her to get the structural damage repaired.
                  But that was something to worry about after this battle was ended.  Tamara mentally crossed her fingers, but kept her face rock steady.  It wouldn’t do to have her bridge crew see her sweat.  The crew understood.  It had stopped being about balance sheets and making another megacredit for FP once armed mercenaries had boarded the Kutok mining station.  It was hammered home once the Leytonstone had come out here and attacked. 
                  The ship accelerated smoothly, and Wymea did his best to evade the incoming fire from the Leytonstone .  It had slackened a bit what with the damage to the battlecruiser’s fore and aft sections, and the damage to the ship’s weapons, but even one turbolaser battery was enough to smash the already damaged corvette.  The corvette opened up with her heavy lasers, sending what amounted to a pinprick of fire back at the battlecruiser, which was showering the Cavalier in coherent light.
                  “I’m showing severe spotting on the battlecruiser’s shields, Captain,” Ykzann reported.  “But only two fighters are left attacking her.”
                  Tamara gritted her teeth.  “Very well.  Continue on course.”  She checked her feeds.  Another few seconds before she could launch with any chance of getting a hit without the modified missile being shot down.  They only had one shot, so they were going to have to get into point blank range.  They were closing, and it seemed that Mister Wymea had been touched by some invisible magical angel which was guiding his hands.  He seemed to have a sense to know exactly which way to turn, when exactly to apply thrusters to change vectors to evade the incoming fire.
                  But then it seemed the angel must have blinked.  A trio of hits hammered the Cavalier ’s forward screens.  Then two more.  And then another three.  The corvette seemed to falter in its dogged approach to the much larger behemoth.  Tamara found herself holding her breath, until finally…
                  “Now, Guns!” she ordered.
                  The Severite pressed the control and the Cavalier ’s only functioning missile tube spat out its weapon.  She could feel everyone on the bridge, save for Wymea, who was too busy to allow himself the distraction, holding their breath in anticipation.  Garidhak