Gyro Blaster

They came without warning. Geometric. Silent. Relentless. The alien fleet tore through the outer sectors in hours — shapes that moved like nothing our pilots had ever faced. No communication. No demands. Just destruction. You are the last response. One ship. One pilot. A direct course plotted straight through ten waves of enemy formations to the heart of it all — the alien homeworld base. Command calls it a suicide run. You call it the only option left. The controls are simple. Tilt to fly. The ship fires itself. Every pattern the enemy throws at you is learnable — if you survive long enough to learn it. Most pilots don't make it past wave three. Destroy the base. End this. Shoot. Survive. Destroy the base.