"Aye sir, you are correct. But we won't be here when they arrive. We'll be nice and cozy in our port, protected from the big, bad cruisers by our own ships. Y'know what, I'm bored now, let's liven things up."

The Palash CIWS spins up again and begins to pick off the sailors huddled together. Another 28 are killed by this, leaving 22 left, not including the capitaine.

"Now beg for your lives!" Shouts the captain as he moves into the observation deck, pistol in hand.

(I like to give my men character - this ones a bit of a sadist