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Also a apology for spelling and grammar English is my first language I'm just no good at it :o)

Ok a short chapter but I have had a bit of inspiration and decided to see where it takes me.

Family ties

Part 2

A slim hope

4th battle of Vis Tanas

The space around the world of Vis Tanas was in chaos. the wreckage of hundreds of massive warships and thousands of fighter craft littered the area and the number continued to rise as the two opposing fleets continued to wage war. Vis Tanas was the home world of baron Tristan the last blood descendant of king Terrel, the last Arcadian king who's murder marked the end of the second Arcadian empire. Now nearly a millennia later a rival baron seeks to forge his own empire but to do that he needs to eliminate what is left of the Draconic lineage.

Onboard the fortress station Guardian Of Light baron Tristan watched as the last few dozen of his worlds defence fleet continued to trade blows with the remaining two hundred plus ships that where the remainder of baron Moebius's personal fleet. All that stood between the remaining 39 ships and utter destruction was the Guardian Of Light's immensely powerful fortress shield that was currently holding back the tide of impending doom.

The current battle was approaching its 48th hour of constant warfare but the siege of his home world had lasted for nearly 6 days. Each time the attacking forces took significant damage they would retreat to regroup and return in under 6 hours to renew their assault on the battered defences. That all changed after the 3rd battle, during the 4th battle the enemy didn't withdraw but started to rotate their damaged ships to the back of the formation thereby allowing those ships to recover and denying the defenders those few precious hours to rest and rearm.

He watched as several damaged enemy ships started to withdraw from the front line only to be replaced by the return of ships that earlier had themselves been forced to withdraw. As the battle continued to rage he felt the approach of the fortresses commander. "My lord, baron Moebius's flagship is hailing us, they say that if you do not lower the fortress shield and surrender to him then he will exterminate the planet for your defiance." The commander reported, it was the 4th such threat they had received in the past hour and he ached to show their enemy what they could do with their threats.

"Balian my friend, how are the fortress shield and the planetary shield holding?"

"The planetary shield is taking minimal fire and is currently in no danger of falling, the fortress shield on the other hand has been taking the blunt of their assault for two days now and I fear that at this rate they will not last another." Balian replied honestly knowing his lord would except nothing less.

"How many drones do we have left?"

"Less than two thousand on the fortress my lord, the outposts on the planet are still fully stocked but the enemy fleet is still holding out of their range and we can't risk attempting to transfer any of them here unless the enemy pulls back."

"They won't, they smell our blood in the water. Do we know if any of the scouts made it past the blockade?"

"Unknown my lord. They are still jamming our long range sensors and communications. But it has been 4 days and no help arrives soon then I doubt it ever will."

He watched the holographic screen as another group of enemies fell back only to be replaced and knew that if he didn't do something soon then all was lost. "cease firing the drones, continue to only return fire with the ion cannons and the charged particle beams."

"My lord?"

"I want them to think that we are out of them so that hopefully they will get careless and move in, if they do then I want you to wait until we have weakened their shields to half power and then mass fire the drones before they can rotate them out."

"At once my lord." Balian replied as he went to follow his orders. Both he and his lord knew that it was a slim chance at best but even that was better than none.

To be continued