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“Massive phase out detected, Overlord! They’re back for more.”
“WHAT? How many this time?” Overlord Saar was exhausted from the days of constant fighting. Even if the native’s empire was twice as large as predicted there is no way they could send this many men to their deaths like this. Perhaps the prisoners were telling the truth.
“We are picking up 36 large energy signatures, probably capital ships, along with slightly over 3500 smaller vessels.” The intelligence officer replied. “They outnumber us six to one in capital ships and eight to one in other warships. Fine odds indeed.” He added with a smirk. Saar had to agree. The natives’ ships were not anywhere near approaching a match for Vasari ships. Still, their ships were constantly improving.
“Very well. Alert all ships to prepare for combat. I want them to launch strike craft and enter formation around our capital ships!”
“Yes, sire. All carriers are reporting that their strike craft have been launched.”
Saar planted himself firmly in the chair in the center of the Devastator’s control room, and holographic screens popped up instantly to display fleet statistics and a map of the gravity well compiled from sensor information from all the ships in the fleet. He watched as his fighters screamed closer to the native’s fleet and a smile crept across his face.
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“Launch all fighters! Form up in standard attack positions! DO NOT LET THEM TAKE IONA!”
“Aye aye, captain! All fighters are go.”
“Yes sir! Entering formation now, sir.”
Admiral O’Sullivan was livid. All his years in the TEC Navy had amounted to this, a suicide attack intended for nothing more than to delay the enemy long enough that the relativistic factories on Iona could be dismantled and either destroyed or transported away from the front lines.
“Sir, our squadrons have engaged the enemy! They are taking heavy losses!”
No shit, Sherlock. O’Sullivan bit his tongue. No matter how much he wished to lash out at the inexperienced crew it was not their fault. They did not yet fully understand the raw might of the invaders.
“I want all squadrons to retreat back to the front lines!”
The several hundred TEC fighter squads turned tail and retreated to the heart of the fleet, invader fighters in hot pursuit. O’Sullivan watched as they approached, occasionally a bright flash of light would appear, one more of his comrades dead.
“Aegis, Lysander, Pericles, Alexis, Ivan and Cyril, let’s give these alien bastards a proper welcome! Deploy confetti on my mark!”
The six Kol class battleships formed the center of the TEC front lines. Nobody had to tell them what O’Sullivan meant.
“NOW!”
TEC fighters whizzed past the front to safety, and an instant later six dense clouds of flak erupted from the mass of Kols annihilating the pursuing invader strike craft.
“Haha! Deploy bombers! All ships approach at full speed! LETS GIVE THEM HELL!”
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Saar watched as his strike craft were annihilated. It shocked him at first, and his shock quickly turned to rage. He calmed himself though. Wrath can blind. There is no place for a blind commander, no. Besides, the natives weren't the only ones with a trick up their sleeve...
"Third Cohort, prepare for action" he ordered.
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“Yes sir!” Came the heavily accented confirmation from Captain Viktor Andreopov. Andreopov commanded the entire compliment of Kodiak heavy cruisers. He was a veteran of some of the fiercest battles the TECN had fought, including the infamous Battle of Marza, which had lent its name to the newest of the TECN’s capital ships.
“We are approaching invader missile range, captain!”
“I want damage control on high alert!” Captain Andreopov ordered. Invader missiles were legendary for their ability to completely bypass shields. Their technology want good enough for it happen all the time, but it happened enough.
“Yes captain!” replied the officer in command of the structural and systems repair units.
Captain Andreopov waited with unease. It was not often that the invaders let heavy cruisers close to weapons range unmolested. “Perhaps they are out of ammunition.” He hoped silently.
“Sir, our Javelis frigates are within range and have opened fire!”
“All weapons open fire!” the Captain ordered. It was a move intended to do nothing more than raise morale. Although the targeting computers had acquired locks, the inherent inaccuracy of munitions-based cannons meant there was slim chance of hitting their targets at this range. Still, the crew cheered as hundreds of Kodiak cruisers opened fire simultaneously, lighting the sky with tracers. The captain felt almost reassured as the whole ship shuttered from the massive guns’ recoil. In the distance he thought he even saw explosions…
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“Third cohort, the time is neigh.” Saar ordered, his voice dripping with anticipation.
“Hmmm, sinister.” Came the acknowledgements to the unspoken order.
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No, he did see explosions! Blue explosions? He had never seen a blue explosion before. What was… The captain’s thoughts were cut short when he, along with all hands on board, were violently thrown forewords. Yells and dull thuds were heard echoing throughout the ship as men smashed into the bulkheads in front of them.
An iridescent green light filled the bridge. “What the hell is this?” He muttered to himself, struggling to his feet. “What happened?”
“Sir, all systems are down! Everything! We’ve… Jesus, look!”
The captain looked out the port window… and right into the eyes of what he could only presume was the captain of an invader vessel. Captain and Commandant stared at each other momentarily, contemplating each other’s ugliness.
“Good God, sir! The whole fleet!”
Andreopov looked back at the main TEC fleet, and froze with shock. Throughout the fleet more pulsating green lights lent an eerie glow to the horrifying sight of TEC capital ships, somehow immune to the alien technology and too large to stop quickly, smashing aside and outright destroying the smaller TEC vessels in their path.
Andreopov looked back at the invaders in the vessel next to his. There were three of them now, watching him and talking amongst themselves. One even waved at the captain, taunting him with their newly acquired knowledge of human social customs. Out of the corner of his eye Captain Andreopov saw the invader fleet light up. The once black mass of ships flew into a symphony of colors. The red of exhaust plumes mingled with flashes of purples and greens. The captain only had enough time to admire its beauty when his thoughts were drowned out by an equally impressive cacophony of shield and hull impacts.
