Anne Coulter Gravitic Flying Drone/Fighter

After the massive casualties following the use of Hughey manned spacecraft in the ESUS-GFFA war, and in the Territorial Incident, the need for a universal light drone spacecraft became clear, and the Allaneans turned to new ideas of design. The decision was made, with the endorsement of the United States President, Alexander Kazansky, and the Secretary of Defense, General George H. Morrison, to rehabilitate the venerable Anne Coulter gravitic fighter, under new guise.

The new Anne Coulter, while having a similar hull and wing design, has been massively updated, including newfangled foreign technology. It has also been turned into a drone craft, to prevent needless loss of Allanean life. Now, they are controlled remotely by Allanean 'pilots' drinking coke safely in the relative safety of their battleships. Still, manned versions have also been produced both as officer transports and for the civilian market.

The Anne Coulter is kitted out with optical camoflage. As such, Allanean operators have been known to make their aircraft look like horrible scaled monsters carrying missiles in their claws, cute pink birdies of doom, and anything in between – while suppressing the enemy with air-to-ground hypervelocity missiles.

The aircraft can carry any and all weapons designed by the Allaneans that can fit it's fifty-ton hardpoint limit. It's main cannon is a 1-ton-per shot gattling infinite repeater with a total rate of fire of up to 6,000 rpm (or 6 kilotons of TNT equivalent per minute). In essense, the Coulter is God's own ground attack plane. And fighter. And bomber. :D

P.S. The two engines can be (and sometiems are) used as a 50-megaton self-destruct charge. The gravitics can also be used to induce air vibrations, making the engines act like an enormous set of loudspeakers.

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The ten aircraft slid close to the ground, the air screaming around their curved wings. Their color shifted with that of the sky as they approached, almost invisible from the ground – but when they came into attack range of the Arcology, someone pressed a button and they became jet black, and loud music began to blare out of the onboard loudspeakers.

Glorious Leader Comrade General President was not even scared as he looked out of his window. 'Allaneans. Puny beings. What are they going to do anyway? Sue us? Bitch that our people 'have rights, too'? They just brought ten planes...'

At that very moment, the arcology began to shake as the infiniter repeaters began to strike it's foundations. Even over the unholy noise, the music began to be heard.

'Hi Barbie.
Hi Ken.
D'you wanna go for a ride? '

'What the FUCK?!' - screamed Glorious Leader – 'These people are playing AQUA?!'

From the Coulters, immense rockets detached, hitting the front facing of the Arcology. Somewhere inside the the immense building, entire sections collapsed, burying millions alive within seconds. The lucky ones would die immediately. Glorious Leader didn't care – he knew that he deliberately housed the least useful social classes on the outside of the Arcologies – for this very reason.

CIWS turned on, and pop went the Coulters. Nine were left. Then eight. Then seven. Eventually, one.

'It's falling, Leader!' - screamed one of the aides. Indeed, the aircraft was falling fast, smoke coming from a pierced wing.

“It's done! Puny Allaneans, they thought they would...”

And at the very moment, somewhere back in Allanea, a seventeen year old was looking at a dialogue box.

SELF DESTRUCT? Y/N

The Glorious Leader would never live to find out the Allaneans did think they could beat him with ten fighters.

And that they were right.

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I think my Thoron pilots would disagree.

Yes, but the Annie has a better nosemount.