Harpy Rush

Faint, a mere glittering of dust and fire, hostile battle lines are drawn across the stars. The tall ships of Nuzirrim and Tir stand firm against one another, locked in vast formations, maneuvering hour by hour.

But in-between them, lesser vessels run freely, skirmishers rushing fast along the periphery, charging at the flanks and breaking through where they can. Harriers and cutters, corvettes and harpies needling at the enemy, exposing weaknesses and drawing blood, tipping the balance of war wherever they can.