Snippet #1343150

Tarkus and Lukas looked on as the Frame drew nearer and nearer. The tension in the air was palpable, the seconds stretching on like hours. Then Lukas spoke up.
"We just entered sensor range. Decision time." the nervousness was evident in his voice. Tarkus took a look through the scope and paled slightly. 
Swallowing hard, he replied "Are you sure? It's in UWP colours, but looks like a friendly model."
"It's a Nexus class, it has probably already detected us. Could be a traitor for all we know."
"A Nexus...those are so varied we might rip through it's shields. Or they might be impenetrable. We got any turbo-penetrators?"
"Just standard HE-APs. I think it'd be possible to knock it out of the sky if you hit it hard enough though."
Both men shared a look which plainly expressed how slim their chances were. In the past, Lukas' knowledge of Frame's capabilities and Tarkus' gunnery skills had always seen them through. But that didn't matter now, this was a battle they didn't have the equipment to win. Cracking smiles, they shook hands in a firm warriors grip.
"It's been a good few years Lukas, I wouldn't trade them for anything."
"Same here. I'll put the music on."
Turning, Lukas took a small music player out, placed it on the ground and pressed play. It was an old song, 'These Colours Don't Run' by Iron Maiden. Even as the first notes trickled out, the two men swivelled the gun to face the Frame, all business now and any fear far behind them.
Lukas readied the next magazine even as Tarkus yelled into the radio "Engaging enemy Nexus, coordinates D55-S21. Three round burst, 800 metres. Firing!"
The cannon bucked three times, the empty shell casings ejecting in between the two men from their positions on either side of the gun. Three High Explosive- Armour Penetrating shells were now screaming towards the Frame. It would take a skilled pilot to dodge them, though they would probably only cause light damage. In return, however, it could obliterate them both with a single shot...