"I’ll give ’em or else," snarled Thumbs. The controls were unfamiliar to him, but the basic operation seemed similar to any defense console. And thankfully, the switches and buttons were clearly marked. Made sense because it would be all too easy to flip the wrong switch in the heat of battle and get the crew geeked instead of the enemy. So everything was clearly labeled to try and keep friendly-fire accidents to a min. Cross hairs formed on the screen, and an indicator showed that the accumulators were fully powered. "Main gun is ready!"