Sorry, I can't hear you over the sound of...
It's emerged! Aresteve, open fire with all available units, but do not fire the Hammer yet. Is there anything critical in its probable path?
Somewhere out past orbit, one of the surviving warships stirs. It's damaged and empty, its halls in hard vacuum and its cockpit vacant, but some force from below is compelling it into movement once more. It slowly turns, uneven bursts of short lived fire billowing out behind it, the onboard computer correcting for dead engines as it wheels the ship around and brings one of the gauss cannons to bear. The heavy servos at its base adjust by fractions of degrees while the coils charge and the automanips extend their reality distorting fields. From inside the ship's belly, a metal round, big as a trailer home, heavy as a supertanker filled with molten lead, follows the automated loading mechanisms until it finally slots into place in the barrel of the cannon. Anyone watching the sensors back on planet could detect the spike in electrical and magnetic discharge, the odd warping of reality in a distinct area somewhere overhead. If they had a powerful enough telescope, they might even be able to see that distortion crackling across the length of the cannon and the ship's hull, strange slow motion arks of saint elmo's fire. The Ship's engines flare powerfully, counteracting the coming recoil, and the cannon corrects its aim as the ship turns slightly. And then it fires. There's no sound, at least on any bandwidth human ears are privy to, though anyone casting their ear to the vibrations of the electromagnetic spectrum would hear a sound like the trumpet of Armageddon.
>32 seconds to impact. Please brace. Locking down vulnerable systems. Do not look to the west until the all clear has been sounded. All forces near the target should withdraw.