One by One, golden portals filled with white light opened up in the darkness of space to let out just as golden ships of the mighty Protectorate fleet. Soon, quadrillions of ships were floating in front of the Destructor's fleet the circled the planet Jahannam. For a moment, neither side did nothing, merely waiting for their commanders to give the signal to attack.

One by one, the coned ends of the golden ships opened up like the petals of a blooming flower to reveal a large gun barrel in the center, with many smaller ones lining the inside of the 'petals'. Than, like the railgun from that Micheal Bay movie, they started glowing with golden energy, while the Destructors own ships weapons started glowing with dark, purple energy that crackled with electricity. Both sides were clearly trying to power up their weapons, desperate for first strike against their enemy.

The Protectorates struck first.

Their weapons fired, sending massive beams of energy towards the Destructor fleet that lanced through the bulbous ships like hot knives through butter,while the Destructors retaliated with dark energy blasts that pounded the shields of the larger ships, while completely obliterating the smaller ships. The two fleets continued bombarding each other with energy blasts and missle barrages.

Than the fighters came.

Hanger bay doors opened on the sides of the ships and entire squadrons of fighters, bombers, and even gunships came flying out with all guns blazing at their enemies. The two sides struck each other with blow after blow, neither one gaining a distinct advantage.

Inside the Protectorate flagship:Ascension, Wyldestar was watching the battle take place before him, while the Archangels he spoke with earlier were preparing their weapons. "Waspinator" he said, drawing the attention of the largest Protectorate. "I'm tasking you with taking out their heavy cruisers and dreadnoughts." The giant grunted a "yes sir" out, his voice rough and gravelly,and exited the bridge with his hammer in hand. "Siren" The female looked up from her sword. "Yes sir?" she asked, her voice layered with a British tone. "I need you to man one of the main pulse guns,just in case bombers get passed the auto turrets. She nodded and replied with another "Yes sir" before disappearing in a flash of light. "Fireblade" The Protectorate with the large sword stood at attention and saluted. "Get in your fighter and lead Gamma squadron against their frigate support. He yelled "yes sir" in a Chinese accent before running off,leaving only the one with speakers left. "Sonic Boom, I need you making sure the auto turrets stay in mint condition" He nodded silently before slowly getting up and walking out.

After Sonic Boom left, Wyldestar got up and walked to the main viewing port, watching the battle unfold before him. He didn't even flinch as one of his cruisers exploded right in front of him. "This is gonna be a long fight" he sighed.

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Omalley watched as his fleet was slowly losing more ships than his angelic counterpart was. After watching 15 dreadnoughts get simultaneously sliced in half, he spoke to a nearby officer. " I want all missile dreadnoughts to launch their Vortex missiles as well as the rest of the fleet to launch every missile they have to cover the Vortex missiles." The officer saluted him "Yes my lord." Omalley grinned, for today, he felt victory was at hand.

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Wyldestar turned to a random officer for an answer as to why alarms started blaring. "Sir, the enemy fleet just launched every missile they've got, with some of those missiles bearing transdimensional readings!" Wylestar felt an eyebrow rise at that, were the Destructors trying to teleport his ships away into another universe, or were they trying to escape? He looked out the viewing port to see waves of missiles with several of them being noticeably larger. Autoturrets, anti-missile defenses, and interceptors tried picking off the larger ones, but there were too many other missiles in the way. Wyldestar watched as the larger missiles flew into the middle of the fleet formations...and just stop...and a timer with five seconds appeared on all of them. At first, he thought they were going to be used as simple teleportation devices. Annoyances really, but the reality hit Wyldestar like a dreadnought to the face.

"Oh...shit"

The countdown on all the missiles ended before anyone had a chance to fire upon them, and they exploded into ginormous black holes that engulfed any ships that were too close, and started sucking in the others. Some ships were engulfed entirely while most were ripped apart, and the few thousand ships that managed to get away were forced to retreat.

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Omalley cackled as the remainder of the once mighty Protectorate fleet retreated. He'd deal with them after he had hunted down and killed the scattered Protectorate army one by that...well he would finally conquer the multiverse.