“Druhar, you fool, pull your super destroyer back the enemy battleship is coming online. Follow the plan.” I ordered my fellow supreme commander as I watched his super destroyer begin burning hard for a false opening in the humans formation.

Swiveling a pupil and extending a hand I manipulated a view screen to show the Galactica. Her massive bulk flashed with the explosions of countless flak explosions and point defence fire.

‘Their fighters seemed to have fallen back into the protective screen of their fleet…. that could mean they know they are at a disadvantage and plan to make a stand. Or… it could be that they plan to retreat… but with the mothership ship docked and its escorts in need of fuel they might not be able to get far… I will have to probe them… let them make the first move and react. And then counter attack.’

Focusing on my foolish compatriot I watched his super destroyer making a mad dash for the COG's mother ship. His ship's weapons flared sending bolts of shining colorful magic to slam harmlessly against the Galactica's shields. ‘Inturesting, their shield is invisible, a clever choice as it would fool most opponents into thinking their ship is unshielded.’

“Black flag” The voice of a Human voice called out before the ship that was the bane of supreme commander Rarity’s bow seemed to glow.

The Manitoba panned slightly as I watched it track its target as heat sinks rouse from her hull. Those sinks crackled with heat lightning vaporizing a swarm of missiles ment for its hull. Then the front of the ship blue shifted as the siege breaker fired its main gun at full power.

Almost simultaneously the super destroyer beside Druhar's flagship was struck by the tungsten slug slammed into it at a considerable fraction of the speed of light. The gryphon ship ceased to exist as a coherent structure as it was torn apart by the unflinching laws of physics. A blinding flash of light filled the view screen as the kinetic energy of the weapon was transferred creating a small sun.

When the light finally died down the super destroyer had been replaced by a cone shaped cloud of expanding gas and radiation. Then the Galactica moved as Druhar's ship drew even closer. Unlike its smaller companion the ship did not turn to point its bow weapons at the gryphon's ship. Instead its large tri barreled turret turned, like a tank the turret tracked its target before its three barrels glowed hot before suddenly being blasted back into their housing's.

Unlike with the Manitoba's gauss cannon, the result was emediet. The shields of Druhar's vessel instantly shattered as three enormous sections of the hull began to glow a blinding white. Then it happened, like an angry god had taken a disliking to Druhar's ship the glowing sections were violently blasted away leaving perfectly circular if ragged holes blasted straight through its hull. The gutted ship hung in space for several seconds, its inertia carrying it on its course before exploding.

Taking a deep breath I swiveled my pupil back and eyed the tactical table. ‘That would explain the opening in their formation. A powerful weapon, but…’ I cut off my train of thought to bark an order to my sensors operator.

“Teli’roan run a scan of the Battleship. And transfer the readings to me.”

“Yes supreme commander running scan…. Sending now.” my fellow zaltule said from his station.

‘Hmm. A powerful weapon indeed… but… yes the ventral weapon appears to be offline… and that makes to times I have seen the weapon fail to function properly… i will need to take that weapon offline before I can commit any more of my capital ships to a frontal assault. The fool tried the hammer, now lets try the scalpel.’

“Hir’kell, give the order brother… deploy red squadron. To probe the Galactica's main gun, but be mindful of the flak if they are unable to successfully deactivate the weapon safely I do not want them to waste their lives in a foolish attempt to do so anyway.”

“By your command Supreme commander…. Red squadron deploy.”

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Transitioning Charlotte kicked her fighter’s thrusters out and arched her back as she tracked her arm gatlings towards the Uec fighter that has been hounding her. Before firing her jetpack and backflipping over the breezee which spiraled away from her oncoming fire.

[G Warning, G warning...] Charlotte's fighter virtually yelled at her during the duration of the maneuver.

Shining star gritted his teeth against the G forces applied to his body as he fought the blackout before vectoring his thrusters, maneuvering it into a flat spin and firing two bolts that only just missed the transforming fighter. “Damn.”

Armor blackened by the passing bolts Charlotte transitioned again from infantry to valkyrie mode to strafe her target before transitioning yet again into fighter-mode to follow her opponent as it blasted along the hull of Manitoba. Squeezing the trigger, twin streams of grenades blasted from the gatlings, stitching several lines across ships hull as she burst her guns.

Star barrel rolled his fighter around the stream of a PDC but was forced to pull away when a bolt of crackling red energy sized past his canopy as he neared a group of seven mechs and a weird organic-looking mech clustered around another of the PDCs. Alarms began blaring as a laser lock was detected by his fighters computer. One of the mechs below him had painted him with a targeting laser and not two seconds later the alarms changed from laser lock to a missile lock warning.

Turning and craning his neck as he deployed his flairs and decoys he could see the missile following him. Glowing red the “missile” swirled around the decoys and just as it was about to hit him a blue bolt of magic sailed through space detonating it.

Looking around his canopy he saw his wingmate coming around on his six o'clock only for Cherry, to be swatted from the sky. The culprit, a light grey and red fighter of the design of which had never seen. It pulled hard a high-G maneuver he saw its tail markings, three black claw marks over a set of crossed bones under a lanky skull. But it turned before he could get a look at the fed symbol under the skull and crossbones.

‘What is that!’ He yelled at himself as the large two seater fighter settled itself menacingly in his rearview. Two large angled intakes framed either side of the cockpit section and from the side of one of these intakes came a missile. He dodged only for his original opponent to appear and fire wrist weapons into his cockpit.

Charlotte watched the thrice-cursed orphan wag its wings at her. The Rio of the two-seaters giving her the thumbs up, before it flipped and flew off.

With most of the bombers having been turned away or blown to pieces, all that was left were the fighter craft from both fleets. The dogfight that ensued could only be described as harrowing at best, suicidal at worst as COG and UEC fighters engaged one another at knife fighting range. Both sides able to actually see the other not with the aid of cockpit zoom, or cameras, nor with radar or dradis lock, but with the eyes, they were borne with, and at ranges where a single mistake could mean certain and violent death.

Flashes of pink light flashed past Eagles canopy as he flew low only a scant few meters from the hull of one of the COG ships. The space to either side of his fighter coming alive with the condenser bolts sent after him before he yanked hardback on the stick kicking the pedal hard.

“Woah that's two more down! Who is that?”

His fighter's nose jerks up as he pulled into a split S before making an about face at its apex. Inverting his fighter and maintaining his vector Eagle could see the sights of battle the ships hull speeding under him as he focuses on his target at hand. Squeezing the trigger his shrike's gatling spewed a stream of tracers towards the captured and repurposed shrike he had taken to calling “bluebird”.

“Don't know I wasn't able to get a good look at him. Anyone else?”

Bluebird pulled a hard bank narrowly avoiding the string of grenades before repositioning, firing off another salvo of pink condenser shots as it looped around an antenna and came at him. Backflipping his fighter Eagle watched Blue Bird sail past him before he blasted his thrusters following hot on her drive tail.

“No idea but I'm glad he's on our side.”

His hand sailed across the vectoring controller and accelerator as he watched his target pitch, yaw, and corkscrew in and out of his targeting reticle. Nevertheless, his right hand never left the yolk and never missed a chance to fire off a string of grenades having long ago run out of missiles.

“Holy, Zulu squadron is down? What the hell? Hey, we've got seven fast movers inbound I to think I can see em in the glare.”

Rolling and changing his vector, Eagle followed Bluebird around the superstructure of the Donnager, giving his cannon small bursts tracing before finally catching the enemy shrike in the wing. Stitching a four-point trial and causing a trail of smoke to trail behind Bluebird as it pitched itself coming belly up.

“Yeah I've got em, coming in from the Manitoba's port dorsal bow. Seven forward swept flying wings. Same symbol as the dropships on the wing.”

The high G maneuver took Bluebird and as if braked by air the fighter slowed forcing him to shoot past. “Eagle, Eagle on your six. I'm on it.” His wingman said as she came up be behind bluebird firing her cannon.

“He just downed another one. No make that two. This guys on a roll!”

In response Bluebird twisted into a modified flat spin, turning like a coin on its end the UEC ace sent two bolts of pink magic searing through the armor of Black knight two. Her fighter broke apart sending shrapnel and gouts of short-lived flame on its final vector as Bluebird leveled out to follow intent on following its target, only for a hail of tracers to rack its hull courtesy of Eagle who had flipped around and was turning back towards his opponent.

“Yeah! Got ya you fucken clop!” He shouted as he watched the bastardized shrike explode.

Looking around he saw the fighters the other pilots were talking about on the tac-link. The new fighters flew in a tight formation while beside them a streak of light intercepted one of our corvettes, a missile. Explosions burst from its insides before the entire thing went up in a violent orange explosion. A single silhouette sailed from their port side, taking a position as the lead fighter in the formation. The light from the explosions around them highlighted their dull brown and black coloring and reflected off of their red cockpit canopies.

Suddenly a missile appeared on my screen, straining my eyes I could see the space to space missile's drive burning hot as it speeds up to intercept the new fighters.

In response the entire squadron pulled hard relative up deploying a screen of flairs behind them before breaking formation into a sunburst, leaving behind eight separate trials of flairs. The fighter that must have had fired the missile, blasted through the chaff and flares, turned and burned hard as cleared the spider-like pattern. The light of the flairs around it revealed to be one of the NAC's bleeding edge and grossly expensive new interceptors.

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As it drew closer I got my first look at the fighter rumored to match if not exceed the performance of the NE's new Gungnir-2 the NAC's Northrop Grumman F-28 “Allycat”. As it turned and burned for all its powerful engines were worth, wings folding out as it did.

Light grey with a set of red stripes on its thin wings, and with one big red stripe running from the top of its nose down its cockpit stopping halfway to its tail thrusters. On its damaged, and useless in space, left stabilizer were a set of three jagged claw marks painted black over a red wolf's head. Each jagged mark representing a mothership lost, while they survived. ‘A three-time orphan?’

“Holy, I think he's going for it.”

“What, alone? Is he fucking insane?”

As if on cue his momentum was halted and the avenger spun, doing an aileron roll as it blasted its engines. The big fighter with an almost sixty-foot wingspan shot forward, wings folding back as it followed the enemy flight leader. Spinning around Eagle blasted his own engines following the friendly fighter his computer had told him was from the dead NACS: Tombstone's Wolfpack squadron.

As he did so he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Turning his head he saw three more F-28's roll into formation with their flight leader. Each held three claw marks on their tails, and engines burning hot the big two seaters formed up and shot past Eagle like he was standing still.

“Jesus that's fast!”

“Oobah I think that's the wolfpack!”

“No way I thought they went down with the Tombstone.”

“I thought they died with the Leathy at helghan.”

“It doesn't matter now, Black Knight squadron let's get in there and back them up.” He barked into the Tac-link as I rolled my fighter around an antenna.

“Right/copy/Wilco/gotcha/acknowledged/understood/Yes sir/ this one obeys!” Came to the response from fully half of Black Knight squadron as they formed up to with Valkyrie and what was left of Razgriz squadrons.

Wolfpack squadron shifted into a spiraling circular formation, their bellies facing one another before splitting off to pursue the new enemy squadron forming a four-pointed star with engine wash.

The Wolfpack flight leader my squadron and I had broken off to support barrel rolled around an oncoming missile.

The light from the systems twin suns glistens off of the fighters single eye logo as it did so. At the peak of its arc, it slowed wings unfolding as it slowed to shoot down the missile before flipping over firing a string of cannon fire into the first of the new enemy fighters.

“It dodged! These guys are good.” Vixen called out as we watched the circle shaped fighter roll on its axis to fly back like a human fighter. Narrowly avoiding the stream of grenades by mere meters before returning fire with its own cannon.

A string of green tracers reached out missing Wolfpack-1 as it pirouetted before flipping onto a new vector and burning hard. My reticle chimed and I squeezed off a stream of grenades from my gatlings towards the enemy flight lead who fired ventral thrusters shooting straight up to avoid my tracers. “Merde!”

A new alarm blared in my ears as I watched the red canopied fighter turn and burn after Wolfpack-1. Turning and burning, I followed the trio of fighters as they passed dove flying dangerously close to the Donnager's hull.

“Hang on Kitten I'm gonna show me something!”

The F-28 banked and yanked hard to starboard, swooping up and around a stream of tracers fired by the crescent. Before leveling out again and rolling hard to port and pulling back hard, coming around hard as the UEC fighter ended its own maneuver.

“Yeah that's what I'm talking about Wiseman.” The fighters Rio yelled from her rear seat looking up at the Uec fighter.

Side by side the size difference between the two fighters was almost comical. This close I could see the big American fighter taking up almost twice the space of not only the enemy's craft but my own. Its wings spread out wide as it braked, firing powerful belly thrusters into a backflip that saw the Uec fighter passing by. Before Wolfpack-1 leveled out firing their main thrusters to catch up with their opponent.

“I've got tone, firing two.” The Rio reported and as I formed on a successor to the ancient tomcat. A flap opened under the wing of the F-28. Releasing a missile the fighter rolled slightly before the missile ignited its drive, burning hard forward for its target.

[Warning Missile lock, Warning Missile lock ...]

“Merde!” Glancing at my rearview monitor I saw another of the crescent fighters had gotten behind us. The right rocket pod on the crescent fighters wing burst to life five times in quick succession.

“Pas assez bon!” Pulling back, flipping the transition switch, and launching flairs I was kicked in the back as my fighter was jolted forward when the thrusters snapped forward.

The wings folded back like a beetle and the arms unhooked allowing me to track and shoot down the first of the missiles with the left gatling. Pushing the pedals and activating the sensor turret I felt the targeting laser tracking my pupil as I locked onto another three.

My feet thrusters fired kicking my back and up to avoid another of the missiles allowing me to shoot it down with my right gatling gun, while the turret shutdown thee. And opening me up to shoot down another as it came to close. Seeing the Uec fighter banking around for another shot I presented my aide to the oncoming fighter before popping a wing out and sending a pair of missiles toward it.

The fighter dodged the first missile, rolled and shot down the second, only to run into a stream of grenades from my wrists gatlings. The fighter hung there for several seconds, during which the canopy blew out sending the pilot's ejection seat off into space before the first missile having flipped slammed into its backside.

Space flashed as the Galactica fired her particle cannon again. Following the trajectory, I watched as one of the super destroyers in the enemy fleet disappeared in a flash of light. Followed by another titanic explosion as one of the siege breakers explodes a result of concentrated fire from no less than twenty of enemy ships.

Flipping around I turned in time to see the enemy flight lead turn and fire two missiles into the side of one of our corvette's. The missiles slammed home inside of the smallish ships port side airlock before detonating taking the entire ship with it.

“I've got eyes four o'clock high!” Fury called out his hands flying over the controls, while he swiveled his head and eyes between looking for the fighter and the dradis screen in front of him.

“I see him, I see him,” Apollo yelled causing our fighter to spiral around in an attempt to get behind the alien ship. “Come on, come on baby, come on!” He chanted as the fighter rocked and rattled under the strain the pair were putting on it.

A new alarm began to blare as Fury snapped his head back scanning for the source of the aspect lock. “I've got him, tally one five o'clock low, coming to six marks two, shake em off!”

Our forward thrusters fired, and Fury and Apollo could see the wings vector out as their plane inverted breaking hard. The enemy fighter flew past firing its own breaking jets, the two pilots and the Rio looked up at one another as the two fighters passed meer meters from one another.

New movement caught the attention of Fury and he called it out. “Tally new bogey on ingress seven to twelve, X two twenty, I've got a lock.”

“I see him, firing six,” Apollo said banking the fighter to follow the crescent fighter as a missile popped from the housing to obliterate a nosey UEC pegasus.

“Good kill. Two more.” Fury called out. As he was thrown against the side of the cockpit as Apollo got in behind the crescent-shaped ship. “Going for mixed guns kill.” the pilot yelled before pulling the trigger on the yolk.

Twin streams of glowing red and yellow tracers lanced out from both sides of fighters nose. The shots missed as the two fighters banked hard one performing flat spins in an attempt to get behind the other.

Overshooting their targets both fighters goose their engines shooting into a spiraling pattern with each one attempting to get behind the other. Their maneuvers were cut short however as a large dual colored condenser beam sailed past them, striking the Galactica's shield, backlighting the two fighters as they shifted into a double helix passing one another in their attempts to take one another down.

“Come on baby, almost there,” Apollo whispered rolling the alleycat hard to starboard firing the belly, wing and dorsal jets to turn faster and get inside of the smaller fighters turning radius.

Squeezing the trigger a stream of blazing red blaster bolts roared from the left side of the nose. The bolts of sizzling energy slapped into the port wing of the crescent fighter making it flip over. But rather than exploding the tough little ship rolled back over and disengaged from the fight with fire and smoke trailing behind it.

“Alright, one more, fuel at fifty. Let's do this Apollo. I've got him he just took down Razgriz two and is Snow's tail. Ventral starboard side eight o'clock.”

“I see em. Hold on.” They burst forward the thrust gravity of their engines blasting them forward at a sustained three G. While in the distance the first of the damaged siege breakers, and it's escorts vanished in a burst of light white.

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“The Fred Johnson and her escorts have successfully jumped to the rendezvous point.”

“What is the status of the Astrid?” I asked feeling the ships weak artificial gravity field fluctuating.

“The Astrid reports her L-drive is charging and should be jumping soon, she is recalling her fighters and bringing in her mechs.”

“What of the Manitoba and Donnager? Those are our only two annihilators we can't afford to lose them.” Tiegh asked managing to keep his footing as the ship shook again from a lucky missile impact.

“Donnager reports no serious damage to the superstructure, but the main gun is close to overheating.” The Donnager's AI said appearing on the hollo table.

Nodding I waved a hand over the holo table showing me another view of the battlefield. “Those big ships and those around it are tearing us to pieces. And their fighters aren't doing us any favors either. Targeting solution on the leftmost ship in the formation.”

“Sir? There are ships closer to the battle group than them?” My chief new gunnery officer a tymerian by the name Ni’ranu asked. My previous one having been killed by an exploding console. A questioning tilt to her head and curl in her tail.

“This is obviously more than one fleet if the iconography on the ships is anything to go by. And something tells me the UEC wouldn't use ships like those kleese battlecruisers. That means the one in command of those ships must be the one in overall command.”

“What makes you say that?” Tiegh asked leaning into the table. Where one of the AI holograms flickered out with the destruction of another my ships.

“Typical UEC doctrine is to rush the enemy, try to get in close where their energy rakes. Those ships aren't doing that, instead, they are sitting back and hammering us with their own long-range weapons as we do. Those ships are…”

The ship rocked as a violent explosion rocked the hull sending several of my command not strapped down properly, or magnetized to the deck crew sprawling. “Status report!” I yelled feeling blood running down the side of my face.

“Another nuke sir, from the Kleese battlecruisers. Fire control to the dorsal particle cannon is offline, The shields are down, power fluctuations have overloaded their coils. Engineering reports another ten minutes to get the shields back up.”

“Damn it.”

“We don't have ten minutes. Those ships will be on us in nine.” Tiegh grunted as the lights flickered red.

“Tank status?”

“Main tanks full, A, and B, reserve tanks full, C and D will finish shortly..” The operator said from his seat.

“No time, it's time to go, connect me to the fleet.” Turning I got a nod from both Ryoko and my com tech. Nodding and fearing a fatal communication error I picked up the receiver to the fleet emergency comm.

“This is the General, all ships recall. And set course for the dandevus system, Galactica will stay on station for six minutes to pick up any stragglers. Anyone left after that….” I paused, dreading what I was about to say next. “Will be left behind. All ships begin jump prep ”

Hanging up the receiver I turned to Ryoko and Tiegh. “Start the clock.”

A Big red countdown appeared in the corner of the holo as I read the battle. One by one ship were giving their consent for my orders, all save the Donnager, and the Manitoba and her 3 exUEC escorts.

“What the hell are you doing?” I asked the small AI dressed like an ancient world war 2 pilots. In response, the Manitoba's AI Roland stood up straight and folded his hands behind his back

“Captain, Packer's says he refuses to leave the Galactica to fend for itself, and that if you don't like it you can report him at the nearest fleet command station,” Roland said with a cheeky smile on his face.

“So he told me to shove it. Fine bring the Mani and Donny in closer to Galactica so we can overlap our defense grids. And Synchronize gauss cannon shots.” I said with a sigh.

“Sir, pardon my interruption but you are still connected to the space elevator… which is attached to the station” The Donnager's AI said.

“Not for the long, helm, cut the cord. L-drive, begin jump prep.”

“Aye, sir.”

“Their main weapon is down commander. Shall I press the attack?”

“Indeed, move the fleet in closer and engage. But be where I believe the humans know they have been backed into a corner. Are the secondary fleets stationed as I requested?”

“Yes supreme commander, the 10th fleet reports its sensory ships are stationed at the intervals you specified.”

“Excellent, now we see what our opponents will do next if they…”

“Commander Krysk the Battlestar is moving.” one of the few Humans on my bridge crew said. ‘Why does he call it a Battlestar I wonder?’

Looking up from my datapad I watched as the massive ship began to move. Its six enormous drives flared a brilliant amber, the blue at its aft, as it began ponderously twisting its considerable bulk toward the battlegroup.

“What are they doing?” Commander Polar of Rarity's seventh fleet asked via the hologram communicator.

“An interesting tactic. Genius really.” I commented drawing questioning looms from my peers and two watching royals.

“Explain.” The hologram of Princess Celestia demanded furiously, flickering as the space elevator continued to twist and turn under the ministrations of the large human vessel.

“If I am correct in my thinking. And I suspect that I am given the three traitorous vessels with them. The humans know that the UEC's targeting is largely based on not the only aspect, but visual, and your crudely integrated versions of Kleese all specs….” I began folding two of my arms behind my back and fingering my sword with another.

“Why I never, Princess please allow me to discipline this, this uppity slave for…” Supreme commander Rarity Belle began only to be cut off by a look from the Luna princess.

“Be silent Rarity, this is not your operation to command, and should it fail due to your incompetence I will personally see to it that you will never command anything larger than a slave barge again. Please continue Krysk” The hologram said cooly.

On the screen, I watched as the space elevator finally snapped as the Galactica rolled hard. The result was a titanic spray of water and debris rapidly expanding in the direction of our battlegroup. ‘Inturesting.”

“As you can see the humans have filled the space between our fleets with water,” I said as I watched the UEC radar begin to mark thousands, if not hundreds of thousands of individual targets. Nodding I waved a hand giving the signal for my operators to switch to all specs targeting.

“How?” The changeling commander asked, his hologram leaning forward as he no doubt eyed an unseen terminal.

“It is quite simple, they have used the reflective properties of the rapidly freezing water and debris as a form of improvised chaff,” I explained reviewing and approving a new firing solution as I did so.

“Tachyon pulses from the enemy fleet.” My sensor operator called out drawing my attention.

“Woah huge power surge coming from the Battlestar.”

“On screen,” I ordered, ignoring the questions streaming in from the others in the fleet as well as the Royals.

The screen panned out to show the entire human fleet. Then one by one, flashes of light appeared at the end or in the middle of the human vessels before flashing to their front, causing them to blink out of existence in flashes of white light.

“What's happening!” One of the commanders shouted as she watched the humans escape. One by one until only six ships, the galactica, Donnager, Manitoba, Shining Star, Glimmering Wake, and Black Arbitrator. The final three were the three aforementioned traitorous Ships, that had defected from Rarity's fleet during the Helghan incident. And were now stationed around the three ships using their shields to cover the much larger vessels.

“Krysk you fool, you have allowed the Earthers to escape!” Princess Cadence yelled, both her and Princess Twilight appearing beside the other two royals.

“Incorrect, If you and your niece who personally. Who denied me the assets I would require to eliminate the Humans here. My original requests for more Kleese vessels have been turned down at every turn. Or perhaps if your dreadnoughts… No.” I said calmly as I watched the Galactica retrieve a virtual swarm of dropships from the station before blasting the useless hulk from its hull.

“Subcommander Hirkel, Have the alpha teams completed their missions?” I asked ignoring the squawking of the royals who were not here to participate in the battle. I knew I had the blessings of the only two truly princesses who mattered.

“Yes Supreme Commander, the packages have been placed.” He grunted, fists clenched as he listened to the Royals and their lackey's bickering.

“Excellent with our contingency in place, and their main weapon offline, we can finally begin. Helm, take us in, full evaluation. I want the secondary reactors brought online and their energy fed to the shields.” I ordered cutting through the din of the argument.

Snapping the sword from its holster I telescoped and ignited the blade, bathing the area in light. “Brothers of the Kleese, warriors of the sixth fleet, today we meet our enemy on the field of battle, Honor for the Conclave, glory to the empire!” To reinforce my orders I thrust the sword into the air and let out a guttural war cry. One by one the zaltule warriors around me mirrored my actions.

“Glory to the empire!”

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The Galactica swung itself around to face the now rapidly approaching UEC battlegroup while beside it the Donnager and Manitoba began firing half power bursts from their Gauss cannons. Their captains having come to the deposition that using staggered patterns of nuclear-tipped penetrators, and flechette rounds would be better.

Around the three ships orange, pink, and blue shields flickered as staggering amounts of firepower pounded against them. Their exUEC escorts pumping ludacris amounts of energy into their shield generators as they closed in. Using maneuver jets to dock inside of the deployment bays of the larger ships, the Shining star, Glimmering Wake and Black Arbitrator slid into inside of the ships and into the oversized bays meant for COG destroyers and light cruisers.

There was a buildup of light as the Galactica slid into position between the two annihilators. At the nose of its alligator head, a triangle of three large bore barrels flashed one after another, burning white hot as she fired her secondary weapons. Anyone inside of her hull or on her surface could hear the Titanic, BOOM...BOOM…BOOM of the mark three Gauss cannons firing.

It was luck that saved the three Kleese ships, as their evasive maneuvers meant they would not be hit by the ninety-six-ton L-crete slugs. Instead, the three enormous slugs slammed into three unlucky targets. The truly biblical amounts of kinetic energy transferred to the first two UEC super destroyers instantly transformed two top of the line UEC ships into an expanding cone of superheated plasma.

The final shot, however, missed its target completely. Sailing at almost three-quarters of the speed of light, it flashed past the UEC fleet before they could properly detect it, leaving a sparse trail of brilliantly glowing red particles in its wake. However, rather than sail off into space to be a hazard to someone else several thousand if not millions of years from now the black and glowing red chunk of Lanky ship hull slammed into the planets moon at three-quarters of C.

The flash from the impact was so bright that every camera, video feed, and window, in both fleets cut all light to protect the vision of the viewers. When the light finally died down as the ships AI's continued the battle even when their organic inhabitants could not, the stunned organics saw that a massive white hot crater had been blasted into the moon's once green surface. A cone of glowing debris trailed out from the impact crater sending large chunks of rock off into space, that would fall like rain back onto the once habitable moon its surface.

Seeing their chance the three remaining Cog vessels burned their engines hard. Burning at a solid four G and increasing, the three ships rotated their large banks of railguns and began to volley fire their turrets. While Galactica shifted her flak guns to forward fire sending a protective barrage ahead of their formation like a swarm of UEC missiles began to empty from the enemy ships.

In response the Cog ships decided to take off the gloves and opened their own torpedo and missile tubes, sending first twelve, then thirty, then ninety plasma torpedoes and nuclear missiles off into the inky black.

One by one the missiles and torpedoes were either shot down or slammed into their targets. The shields of the Cog vessels flared as dozens of UEC ships died under the hail of fire before the three ships finally began to near the UEC's medium engagement range.

The first over-eager UEC ships to engage the Cog vessel were dashed against the hulls of the much larger human vessels in a method very reminiscent of Lanky seed ship attacks. Then large turret-like structures on either side of the Galactica's large alligator head began to glow an iridescent whitish blue before beams projected themselves from those turrets.

The beams lanced out, in a method not dissimilar to UEC energy rakes. However, instead of being used like energy blades, the beams were short-lived, lasting only several seconds as they speared into the hulls of UEC ships. In response, Krysk"s battlecruisers closed in. Wading into the fray the three remaining Kleese battle cruisers angeled their plasma lances, and massive arrays of weaponry and began to slug it out with their larger opponents while the.

Shields on both sides flared and failed, missiles impacted. And as the majority of the Uec battle group watched the heavily modified ships of the sixth fleet exchanged fire with the earthers. The humans Point defense cannons and railguns sweeping back and forth across the hulls of their targets, perforating or punching holes into the hulls of Krysk's fleet. While Uec plasma quarles, condenser cannons, and missiles burned large scars into the ships ablative armor.

On the surface of the human ships, Numerous mechs swarmed still fighting the boarding party and firing wildly into the air as they struggled to aid the Point defense cannons in shooting down missiles. While Earther fighters swarmed around the three ships each one coming around to the various entrances on the smaller annihilators or simply slamming skids down inside of the large over and under hanger pods on the Galactica.

The regular Uec ships watched, transfixed on the battle as the minutes passed. The two groups of ships savagely battering one another savagely, before the earther ships flipped around. Using their large drive cones to slice an unlucky group of destroyers and cruisers to pieces with cones of superheated plasma. Turning three hundred and sixty degrees the three superficially damaged human vessels angled and fired their gauss cannons at one hundred and eighty degrees and fired a salvo at the same time the remainder of the Uec fleet got their collective shit together and fired an overwhelming barrage in their direction.

Sensing the attack was coming the three commanders of the Kleese ships pirouette their ships like only theirs and Earther vessels could. The shots flew wide with only the Manitoba's landing a glancing hit on the Unyielding Hierophant.

The remainder either slamming into other ships or flying uselessly into space, as the Galactica fired another volley of beams as it turned. When the rotation was completed and the full brunt of the collective UEC attack was about to make contact the three vessels flashed.

With mere seconds to go, a white light traveled from their aft to their bows in the blink of an eye. The three Cog vessels were gone in a flash of light and rippling space.

Leaving the wave of beams, missiles, plasma projectiles, fighters, and bombers to sail uselessly through now empty space.

Author's Notes:

Still looking for an editor and proofreader, so I appologise.

Anyway let me know what you think, one of me gave me an inturesting Idea that gave me an Idea and im actually kind of excited to see what I can do with it. So thanks, friends.