Enemies

Falls in a lazy weave and detonates on the array. The backbone of every wave.

Tiny, quick, and cheap. One hit clears it, but gnats rarely come alone.

An armored hauler that falls slow and takes a beating. It does not swerve; it just keeps coming.

A two-lobed lander that tumbles down and squats on the surface, lancing the array with short beams. Once down it waddles in on the cannon until something shoots it off its feet.

Hovers on station, charges, then dives hard at the array.

Holds a station high over the field and fires on the array, then dives into it once the magazine is spent.

Armor plates its nose: head-on hits bounce off. It dive-bombs the array, climbs back up slow, and comes around again.

Never dives. It holds a midfield hover and projects one-hit shields onto nearby enemies on a steady cadence.

A patrol carrier whose bays spit fighters until the hull comes down.

A gun keel that patrols the midfield, hull bristling with turrets.

A revolving drum carrying rocket and lance mounts. Riding guns are sealed inside the band and barely scratchable; the gun swung down to the firing station is exposed for its shot. The mounts cannot be destroyed: everything they take, the boss takes.

Boss mount. Lobs fizzing bombs on a steady cadence.

Boss mount. Snaps fast slugs straight at the surface; the damage lands on impact.

Boss mount. No guns: its bay spits fighters until the mount is destroyed.

Boss mount. Charges up, then burns a sustained beam into the array.

Boss mount. Lobs rockets that drop slow, light their motors, and steer down onto the array.

A training target that soaks hits and never dies: at zero its meter quietly refills. One holds station at a time.