As if regretting his outburst Dubcek stood very still, then descended
the high step and strode quickly to the command station. He took off
the headset, and gave his orders.
"Battle cruiser B: I want a full spread of anti-matter torpedoes, then
move in and finish him off. All remaining fighters back to Scypion
Base; those that can't make it, to Mongoose emergency docks. Destroyer
group A, prepare to clean up enemy stragglers."
"And the torpedo ships, Colonel?"
"Keep firing at the carrier until there is no carrier to fire AT."
"But without escort---"
Dubcek's eyes flashed. Masaryk relayed the orders.