-well anyway, while everyone is suiting up, serenity i'm going to give you an image of the area you're entering-
-it is a cluster fuck of wreckage and debris. There are paths through it, but the shattered husks of ships, what look like large scale war robots....and the remnants of a civilian city, are floating about-
-there is also periodically lightning that arcs between the metallic remains of this artificial space shoal-
-but regardless of that you can detect the thermal signature of a ship nearby, though no visual contact yet-
Artorias: I'll deal with it Six. —Adjusts the aim for the tall pointing antennae with the blinking red light at the end.— Steady. Adjust for margin of error, and...—The monitor beeps, indicating a lock.— Now.
—The Missile Launches, and fires. It strikes the antennae, crippling the enemy ship's comms.—
Yes! Direct Hit!
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.Calling Lightning Lancer to the discussion
, if you don't mind

Six: Lure them in with weapons fire. You jump away to keep the noncombatants safe and we take it from there.
That'd work. Not like we'd have any backup anyways.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."