Flash Fiction

He flipped the craft through ninety degrees and fired both of the photon missiles simultaneously.  The enemy ship disintegrated.  One down two to go.  He knew he could out run them but they would simply plot his course and send a signal back to the main fleet, he would be history.  He executed a roll and fired another salvo.  One of the enemy lost a wing and spiralled out of control towards the planet below, but the other ship sliced him with a laser.  There was no choice. He plotted a collision course for the remaining enemy. Death or glory.