"Admiral, may I present to you the new wing seconded to us from General Andersson: 32nd Crack Suicide Squad - The Jumpers!"
"Very good, Number Two. So, you're the boys with those fancy new toys that popped up outside my flagship then?"
"SIR, YES SIR!"
"Excellent. Well, it can't have escaped your notice that we're separated from our destination by a large killing field covered by snipers and long-range turrets. With your ships you can jump straight over, take out the guns and jump back before they know what's hit them."
"SIR, NO SIR!"
"No?"
"NO SIR! IT'S OUR GUNS, SIR! CAN'T TOUCH THEM, SIR!"
"So you developed a ship that can strike deep within enemy lines, bypassing entrenched defenses, able to attack with utter surprise then leave before they can mobilse against you, and the weapons you mounted on it are?..."
"MINOR ELECTRIC AMMO, SIR!"
"I see. Which is good against?"
"BOMBERS, SIR!"
"Bombers? As in, ships which travel very slowley towards targets at known locations within our own territory, giving us ample time to deploy defensive formations against them?"
"SIR, YES SIR! CAN'T BE TOO CAREFUL, SIR!"
"Indeed. One more thing - 'Suicide Squad'? Surely with the capabilities of your ship, you can jump back to a repair station whenever damaged before immediately rejoining the fray, making your losses minimal?"
"OH NO, SIR, WE CAN'T DO THAT!"
"Dare I ask why not?"
"NO ARMOUR TO SPEAK OF, SIR!"
"I see..."
"ONE SHOT, ONE KILL. SIR!"
"I'm not sure that's exactly what that-"
"NO RETREAT, NO SURRENDER!"
"Quite. Look, just form up with the rest of the fleet and await orders. Dismissed."
"SIR!"
"We'll just have to do this the old-fashioned way. Number Two, open a channel to the fleet... Alright everyone, listen up. I've sent details of an enemy fortification to your targetting computers; bunch up and travel at group speed towards them, ready to attack as soon as we're in range. I know not all of us will be coming home today, but just-"
"LEEEEEEROY!"
SNAP!, SNAP SNAP SNAP!, SNAP!
"What the hell was that? Number Two?"
"It's The Jumpers, sir. They've, er, jumped. Straight to the enemy fortification."
"I see. Losses?"
"Total, sir. They were wiped out."
"Of course. And the enemy?"
"Lost one bomber, sir."
"Number Two, inform General Andersson I wish to speak with him at his earliest convencience, please."
