Futile

It was meant to be an ambush
But we were the ones
Taken by surprise
Even though the odds were
In our favor given our sheer number
Yet half the ships in the fleet
Precisely cut apart
As if by a laser surgeon

The ships already destroyed were lucky–

Our shields are down
And we are being boarded
Heavy weapons have been deployed
But the boarders are adapting
I order abandon ship
While broadcasting on all channels
Is a voice that tells us
It is useless to resist–