It's a Hit?
"This is Blackclaw One! I'm making my attack run...now!"
Mark's grip upon his controls increased to white-knuckle intensity. With his ears folded back he flicked rapidly through the array of blinking knobs and switches winking in readiness upon his console: weapons to ordinance, engines to full throttle, shields to double-front. His Heads-Up Display flashed to attention at his command, its reticle and indicators zeroing in on their targets as he zeroed in upon his. This was it. If he failed here, his homeworld fell, and he along with it.
With a steep, rolling bank left he descended, guiding the most advanced torpedo bomber the Katenn Confederacy had ever attempted to build towards its gargantuan target. A tone lock blared behind the panther's head, building ominously in the background. Fur sprang vertical upon his neck, and it took all his willpower to keep his gaze upon the reddening targeting scanner, eyes frozen in a terrified stare as, from nearly a hundred miles beyond his cockpit, another titanic pair stared back at him.
It was monstrous. Behemothic. God-like, even. The beast floated above the blue-green sphere of Katenn Prime, nearly a thousand kilometers in length, from the tips of its mighty horns to that upon its wide, bulky tail. Resembling a creature of myth, the spaceborne creature blown up to cosmic proportions, with fiery orange scales coating a bipedal form layered in more fat than muscle. Upon its horned head a wide snout bore an ivory grin with fangs the size of mountains, the cavern within a pink ocean of flesh that, despite the vacuum of space, somehow maintained its lakes of drool. And staring down his entire world was a pair of golden eyes that glinted with what could only be described as a deep, insatiable hunger.
The devastation the beast had caused already was incalculable. Outposts had been shattered to pieces as it floated casually in-system, obliterating most of the Defense Forces before they could even bring their weapons to bear. Now, with tidal stresses beginning to wrack Katenn and its moon, the only defense against utter annihilation by the colossus lay in the proton bombs strapped to the only bomber that could be scrambled in time. One fighter, against a world-destroying behemoth.
Mark swallowed down his terror, and his finger tightened once more upon the trigger.
The swell of the target lock rushed back into his ears, whining at its crescendo and jarring the feline back into reality. The trigger gave a deafening click, and with a heavy lurch that shook his ship to its core. Mark wrangled with his controls, righting the bomber's nose enough to keep his eyes upon the pair of bright-blue pulses as they hurtled towards the thick set of lips that waited to seal his race's fate. The thick, vast slabs of flesh began to part, and the bombs were lost in a wave of drool, and Mark's trembling limbs went limp with relief as they vanished into the titan's darkened throat.
He'd done it. It was a hit. The bombs would hurtle down into the beast's gut and detonate, starting a chain reaction that would consume the scaly threat until no matter remained. The cat sat back in his chair, turning the bomber to starboard and back towards home...
And then the titan's lips parted once more.
The expression on the monster's face was wrong. Not pain, not agony or rage. It was a mild discomfort, a brief grimace...nausea? Mark's blood ran cold, and a blinding wave of light leaped from the fleshy abyss. Before the feline could even scream in terror, the antimatter shockwave slammed into his starfighter, rending it asunder and disintegrating it past the atomic level, sweeping it from the universe with a single blast...
"BWWWAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUURRRRPP!"
Zenith's belch rippled spacetime itself, the antimatter explosion colorizing the gaseous wave as it tore through the puny speck before him. His padded chest and bloated gut jiggled in response, wobbling even as the mighty burp trailed off. The plump dragon halted in his lazy path towards the sparkling planet, slamming his chest with a wide fist.
"Whew!" He boomed, his impossible voice carrying towards his target's atmosphere, vibrating the air itself around the puny, cowering lesser-beings. "That was a big one...that thing packed a punch!"
He rubbed his massive gut, moaning aloud as he released the last remnants of gas from his bowels, "Urp...ooh, definitely made a bit of space, though..." As if on cue, his stomach gurgled in agreement, sloshing with oceans' worth of juices, ready to digest its next filling. The orange, fattened behemoth turned his eyes back to the blue-green sphere rotating tantalizingly within reach. It had been so long since he'd had a proper meal...and with a pudgy-fingered hand he reached forth, thick digits diving into the swirling clouds, his smile filling the skies themselves as he rumbled with delight.
"Better fill up the tank, then...guy's gotta eat, after all!"