Imagine a fleet of these, 5 and a half hundred thousand tons of metal come cruising towards your pity fleet, they hammer you into smithereens, only the most heavily armored or fastest escaped. They turn and the sides of the ships open, and hundreds of fighters speed out and mop up the job. The ships turn and see the enemy commanders ship, quickly limping away from the mess. Surely the behemoth ships could not catch him? Surely not. The ships turn and accelerate, and close in on the crippled ship before it knew what was happening.
The ships float away, as silent as the night.
The captain waited. The lights above him blinked and sparked out of the air. There were fighters in the fleet. He didn't see them, but had expected them now for years. His warnings to the admiral were not listenend to and now it was too late. Far too late for now, anyway.
Captain was a space captain for fourteen years. When he was young he watched the spaceships and he said to dad "I want to be on the ships daddy."
Dad said "No! You will BE KILL BY FIGHTERS!"
There was a time when he believed him. Then as he got oldered he stopped. But now in the command ship of the NPR he knew there were fighters.
"This is Joson" the radio crackered. "You must fight the fighters!"
So captain gotted his rail gun and blew up the wall.
"HE GOING TO KILL US" said the fighters
"I will shoot at him" said the cyberfighter and he fired the rocket missiles. Captain railed at him and tried to blew him up. But then the ceiling fell and they were trapped and not able to kill.
"No! I must kill the fighters" he shouted
The radio said "No, captain. You are the fighters"
And then Captain was a zombie