Sun in Black Sails 2

Six battlecruisers of the Malautan alliance opened within effective firing range and froze in anticipation, arranged in a half-circle. Rail guns hungrily bristled from the moved barbettes; the plasma cannon barrels trembled slightly in wait of targeting; rockets and torpedoes were shoved into combat positions and viciously held still, waiting for launch. Where to shoot? At whom? Where is the enemy, and where… well, not exactly a friend, of course — but those who are not the target…