The situation was becoming direr.
A constant stream of black flying spacecraft came plunged over from within the floating warship husks around. These drones, created by an alien sentient race, seemed to be specially designed for use in supergravity zones. Their elongated bodies were diamond-shaped, sharp and nimble, with a small rapid-fire cannon affixed to the nose of each.
Rapid-fire cannons were not particularly powerful weapons, but they boasted a very high-rate of fire. In the blink of an eye, Xia Fei and Porter had been submerged in thousands of combat drones. They were like a swarm of black locusts that blotted out the sun.
It was a good thing that the Tomahawk was large in size, able to draw the majority of the overwhelming enemy fire. Otherwise, Old Porter and his Tristan-class frigate would have gone plummeting like a falling meteor.
