Will Richard Save the Day on his Day Off? You Decide!

You turn around your glider and head straight for the escort ship. You have it in your sights and you fire your cannons. The enemy craft dodges to the side and sends several missiles your way. You fire some interceptors, but to no avail. You're struck.

"Sir!" Peter exclaims excitedly over the intercom. "The drive is fried, we're sitting ducks!"

Helplessly floundering in space, you're struck by the enemy's plasma cannons. You're destroyed. The remaining troop carriers and escorts are now free to continue on to the station.