The combat drones burst through the chaff cloud. I know they’ve suddenly appeared on the target’s fire-control radars, because both miniguns suddenly train out to engage the new bogies—sensible, since they’re the only thing the gunners can "see" clearly. But high-speed, high-maneuverabilty drones are much tougher to hit than Riverines. (Which is just the way we like it, you can bet your hoop.) One of the Wandjinas gets grazed and disintegrates, but the other two race in toward their targets, the auto-turrets. They fire their weapons, and pull up. I zoom in the overhead image, and see both weapon loads strike home.