"Enemy's engaging! Frontal shield is down by 70%!" The ensign exclaimed. The Fleetmaster rose to his feet, pointing on the large screen displaying the ships status. "Divert energy from the rear shield to the front. Tell the pilots to prepare."
Sirens flaring at the hangar. "Attention to all pilots. Battle stations. This is not a drill. Repeat, this is not a drill."
"Damn, looks like the welcome drink will have to wait. Marcus! Get over here! You be my co-pilot" Your ship Captain looks at you with confidence. "You'll take the gunner side. Training wheel's off, Slick. You ready for this? Let's go!"
"All right, Slick. You know the specs. A Starfighter is the heavy bomber. It can take a lot of hits but not too much. Use the turrets and keep the enemy flyboys off our asses while we deliver the motherload."