Sabre Two Analysis

The pilots of Sabre Two and Sabre Three, were not in a good mood. Not because they had, what looked like, the Centaur in front of them, but because their Squadron Leader, flying Sabre One, was an outright idiot. He believed he knew everything about everything and never in the wrong. At one time, a frustrated android professor thumped him on his already dented head with an Encyclopaedia. Even then, he blamed the Encyclopaedia for being in error, claiming the professor wrote it to make him appear wrong. An example of his profound stupidity occurred on Omicron Four after a metallurgist claimed 'water is dangerous to androids health'. He disagreed, jumped into the nearest lake to prove him wrong, then blamed him afterwards from the berth of an anti-rust clinic for tricking him into jumping in the lake in the first place. Suffice to say, apprehension filled pilots every time they flew with him. In fact, Fighter Command always found themselves inundated with hundreds of sick notes from
If I say it’s impossible, it’s impossible! Now, when I say attack I want you, Sabre Two, to attack from their left flank and you, Sabre Three, to attack from their right, I’ll attack from the rear. Remember, use minimal firepower, the Proctor wants the Centaur back in one piece. Do you understand?” “But, it looks like a real gun,” Sabre Two pleaded. “I can see more sticking out the back, front and sides,” Sabre Three followed. “Look, I’m the expert here,” the commander snorted. “They’re not guns, they’re bits of metal stuck on to frighten attackers. It’s the oldest trick in the book. I’ve seen it all. Remember, you are flying with a professional. There’s nothing going to go wrong. Now, attack!” With trepidation, both Sabre Two and Sabre Three complied with the order. As they closed in, streaks of laser fire spat from every angle of the Centaur, some hitting the fighters, others streaking off into the skies, bright, blue