Several more shots found their mark. It wasn’t until now that Sprite realized that Helen was also firing, her own gunfire also making an impact. But Sprite had to be certain to keep the orbiter’s attention. She wasn’t confident she could destroy it, but she knew she stood a better chance than Helen did at facing this thing down.

Sprite flipped into hyper-focus. Their bullets were putting dinks and scratches into the machine, but nothing substantial. She needed to find a weakness, something they could exploit. She racked her memory, searching for anything. It was armor plated and reinforced everywhere.