I couldant find a place to put this so here, i made this myself.

The Last Strands of the Galaxy

Two hundred golden, gleaming hulls, gathered on the fringes of the Galaxy .Terran arrogance had mandated the use of such a small force. They did not expect resistance.
For the Terrans, this was to be a glorious day . It would renew faith in the Reclaiming, a faith much needed. For weeks they had been advertising on televised and telecast intentions to crush the peaceful race of the Free Alliance flooding telecast, telegraph and televised networks with propaganda proclaiming their people the chosen of God, rightful owners of the whole galaxy. They will crush them humiliate them.
The system they were fighting in was not a primary system within the Free Alliance . It lay upon the edge and contained only various small military facilities and . It was, nothing, here that the mighty military of the Terrans will crush them. The Terran Empire had chosen to show the the Free Alliance undeniable might of their fleet, a force not even approaching the full size of the great Terran Navy.
The Free Alliance valued one thing above all else, information. Their need for information had led to the formation of the Free Alliance intelligence network, an entity with eyes and ears in every space port, cite, planet every were. It delivered to the Free Alliance every plan the Terrans had laid out for their assault even before the Terran commanders received the information to attack. This allowed the Free Alliance to plan for weeks the battle that would take place in one of their own systems.
It was a wide and diverse mixture of battleships and cruisers, each ship equipped with state of the art Terran laser, railgun, missel technology. Their ships were bulky and slow, but made up for their lack of agility with the devastating power of their batteries and heavy armor. The fleet organized itself in typical Terran military fashion a straight line designed to cut threw any defense to maximize the ghastly effect of fire against the enemy’s front. Their hulls adorned with religious texts, televising messages televised of Terran might, interspersed with brain washing honor of the Reclaiming. This was their moment; this was what they lived for. They did not know what they were getting into!
The first volley of fire erupted from the Titan the command vessel, its turrets taking aim and firing as one, blue laser slicing into the side of a Free Alliance ship it obsorbed the energy voly until the vessel’s hull ruptured, pieces of metal wires, human bodies it scattering like dust among the rank and file of the Free Alliance force. It Had Begun.

The Free Alliances forces split into smaller wings, each numbering 5 battleships, all equipped with devastating Alliance laser technology. Accelerating with frightening speed, they dove into the Terran ranks. Terran cruisers equipped with close-range weaponry moved to intercept as wave after wave of the smaller vessels engaged single targets, like a furious pack of wolves, dodging and weaving, maximizing maneuverability.
And then it happened. Massive, green blasts erupted from seemingly nowhere, and the command ship Apocalypse went up in flames. Another blast erupted what seemed like seconds later, and tore through a squad of battleship, their hulls briefly flickering with bright green energy!
The Terrans did not expect this. Their rigid command structure inhibiting televised communications, they did not realize what was happening. Lack of communication in the fleet meant that they could not cope with the sudden appearance of this unseen terror. It was a Alliance mother ship! Huge and immense it fired bolts of green red laser volts destroying everything in its wake.

Swooping in, the Alliance frigate forces caused even more confusion, sending the Terrans forces into disarray. At this point, communications broke down. Terrans battle doctrine demanded sacrifice, and so the Navy could not disengage. Captains and their crews valiantly threw down their lives for the Empire, confident that they, God’s chosen, would be victorious. The few that retreated would later be executed for cowardice, their families enslaved and their Houses disbanded.
For hours streams of glaring light lit up the system that night, the nimble Alliance frigates diving into the fleet, their ranged cruisers supporting them with laser-fire over a distance and the titanic Mother ship firing blast after blast of its extreme range weapons, cannons created specifically for this battle. The smaller vessels holding the Terran line prevented Terran squads from coming close enough to fire upon their nemesis, leaving the fleet defenseless against its onslaught.
Battleship after battleship exploded in a violent bursts of light under the attack from the Free Alliance mother ship. This left the Terrans in a position they had not been in before – What could they do but press on and die?
Not six hours later this unsignifigent space was overflowing with the remnants of hulls drifting into the emptiness of space. The Alliance had won the first battle of this war; the majority of the Terran fleet had been demolished whilst only a third of the Free Alliance ships had been lost. The Terran knew they had to respond quickly and in numbers. Publicly, they blamed impetuous leadership for the headlong assault on the Alliance even if that was exactly what Terrans battle doctrine had said. So it was that captains that had given their lives for their Empire without a single thought of retreat were posthumously discharged from the Navy, their reputations ruined and their families disgraced.
A much larger fleet was ordered to gather in preparation for another assault upon the Alliance . They never got the opportunity to react.
The Hanjins chose this moment to rebel against their Terrans masters. Uncannily well equipped for slaves and high on morale, they proved more than a match for their demoralized Terran captors. Faced with losing their grip on the Hanjins , the Terrans had no choice but to redirect their entire military force to the home front to handle the rebelling slaves. To this day, rumors circulate that the Free Alliance secretly outfitted the rebels with weapons, ships and supplies.
And thus, a quick and hasty peace was agreed upon with the Alliance if only to allow the Terrans to concentrate on themselves. The Terran greed not to attack the Free Alliance again. Both sides knew this was not sincere. However, the Alliance were happy to settle and continue as they were. To them, the complexities of the barbaric Terran nature were of interest only in the academic sense. Their handling of the Terran fleet blessed them with the reputation of an entity not to be tangled with.
No one has ever attacked Alliance ever since.