Which was just what he wanted.
"You'll kill us all!" a voice behind him screamed.
"Maybe I will," Stan mused softly. "I don't promise you a thing!" They were brief miles away now.
"Fire left!"
The port rockets lifted the ship slightly and they flashed directly over the Thuscan lead rocket, a bare half mile beneath them. The wash from Stan's rockets flared lightly over the Thuscan ship and then they were pulling away.
"Try again."
The pilot turned the rocket in a circle and headed back. Beneath them, the lead Thuscan ship was belching flame and breaking out of formation, trying desperately to get away from the insane men who were bent on committing suicide.
Stan flashed them again, even closer. There was no place for the Thuscan ship to go but down.
Stan laughed outright and drove it like a dog herding sheep, hounding them too close for them to bring their weapons into play, and daring death every time he drove at them.