A/N: Well this will be my first attempt at a space battle. Let me know what you think!

SF: Unwritten Legends

Chapter 2

The Warp Gate

After 30 minutes passed by a small armada of starships had formed up in front of the Pegasus stations warp gate. The glistening of almost two full fleets of Cornerian space vessels reflected brilliantly in the blackness of space. The arrow shaped destroyers and smaller frigates were mixed in with other more curved looking Cruisers and Carriers. The armada stood still in space waiting for it's order to jump through the warp gate as time clicked by. The radio chatter had all but calmed down once every ship was in it's position near the gate.

Watching from the bridge of the CSN Gojira was Commander Fletcher who sat at the Captains chair gripping the ends of his arm rests. The commander was trying to let his stress ease out of his body in a very inconspicuous manner. He continued to focus on the window in front of him which displayed the warp gate. Deep down the Commander had never been more worried in his life, the severity of an Order 86 meant Corneria was under attack. Every second this fleet was not through that gate could be thousands of lives lost for their home world. But this urgency had to be controlled; he had to keep his cool in front of the crew in order to uphold high spirits for those under him. Fletcher knew that the other junior officers had the same worrisome feelings and by seeing their commanding officer worried would quickly destroy the trust between them in a combat situation. Continuing to look out the main bridge opening he spoke to the engineering officer on deck.

"Ms Kocher, what's the ships status?"

The crimson colored avian JG LT Naomi Kocher was to the right of the commander's seat. She was the only female officer on the bridge and most likely the toughest. The red feathered woman boomed confidently, "Sir! Hull is at 100% strength, shields are powering up, reactors ready for 80% output!" Commander Fletcher gave her an approving nod "Outstanding, How are the ships armaments looking LT Reck?"

The Weapons Systems Officer LTJG Chester Reck was a skinny looking Weasel station in front of the bridge. "Commander the ships missile pods are loaded and at the ready. Plasma cannons on the port and starboard sides for point defense are ready. We have a class 2B Rail gun ready for charge on your order sir. Just say the word sir and she'll put out more than what we give her."

Commander Fletcher smirked at the LTs humor, he could always count on him to lighten the mood. "Radar station, run a systems check." behind the Captains chair was the radar operators station where Ensign Max Boose sat.

"Aye skipper, radar systems check initiated." he replied. The black furred fox lowered his headset, looking up from his radar screen. "Sir it looks like this vessel was outfitted with a Stealth Generator, not something I would expect to find on a Cruiser." the commander turned around in his chair, "Must have been outfitted for the spec ops mission before us. No time to remove it now though, Ensign are you qualified to work this system?"

"Yes sir."

"Very well, carry on." Commander Fletcher said as he faced forward.

Suddenly the ships Communications Officer, LTJG Sean Olvera, quickly spun around in his chair. "Sir, incoming fleet wide broadcast from the flagship 'Confederate'." The Commander acknowledged the tan colored leopard with a node, "Put it on screen LT."

The main viewing window on the bridge tinted black before displaying the wrinkly old face or Rear Admiral Toland. "Attention all vessels! This is Rear Admiral Toland your commanding Officer of the fleet! As you all know an Order 86 is in affect and we are about to warp into Cornerian space to aide our fellow comrades in battle! Whoever this enemy threat may be, I assure you they will bow down to the sheer might of our great Cornerian fleet! Not a single ship shall retreat, I do not tolerate cowards! I will lead you all into glorious victory that will forever be remembered in Cornerian history!"

There was a silent pause that allowed the Admirals final booming word to echo loudly. Finally the end of his over done speech was reached.

"All ships! Begin warp to Corneria!"

Instantly the tinted screen vanished from the bridges main window displaying the massive fleet once again. All of the sudden one of the ships near the warp gate power up its engine slowly moving closer to the warp gate. Almost at the same moment a brilliant green light expanded outward from the center of the warp gate until it was nothing but a giant glowing green circle in space.

Commander Fletcher watched as the glow of over two dozen other space vessels engines filled the blackness of space. He stood up from his Captains chair and rubbed the fur under his chin.

"Ensign McGhan, set course one three zero for the warp gate. All stations standby for general courters..." he said to the golden retriever at the hands of the navigations stations.

"Aye Aye, sir. Corse one three zero laid in." Ensign Steven Mchan replied trying quickly onto his console display in front of him. The crew of the CNS cruiser Gojira could feel the shift in acceleration as her own powerful engines came to life. By now some of the small armadas ships were just reaching the glowing green mass, disappearing as they warped to the adjacent gate located near their home world. The Commander continued to stair off into nothing as if he was in deep thought. Some of the junior officers on board peeked back at Commander Fletcher waiting for further orders. The bridges navigation officer soon broke the silence, "Sir will have T minus 60 seconds until contact with the warp gate."

Commander Fletcher continued his endless gaze into the blackness of space without acknowledging his report. His mind was on what lie in wait for them once they crossed over to the other side. He had seen plenty of combat in his day as a junior office but his main worry was the possibility of the fleet falling into an enemy trap. He had a strong feeling in his gut that something bad is about to happen once they reached Corneria.

"45 seconds sir." the young navigation officer chimed in once again.

A sudden rush of adrenaline hit the Commander giving him a heightened sense of alertness. Thoughts of his family, comrades he knew in the fleet and the memory of home all but stopped as he focused on one thing; what was behind that gate.

"...30 seconds sir."

The Commanders tone rose considerably setting the intensity of the bridge up to where it would need to be in a combat situation. "Red alert, sound general courters! Disengage all safeties Mr. Reck! Mrs. Kocher standby with shields."

Both Junior Grate LTs replied swiftly with "Aye Skipper". The ships shields had to be lowered for every jump do to the electromagnetic interference between the two systems. This was only one of the flaws of warp gate travel for military vessels, once on the other side they were exposed for a moment without any protection. This only worsen the feeling in Fletchers stomach, however the warp gate was the fastest means of travel known to date so for Commander Fletcher it was a good trade off.

"15 seconds until warp entry."

Commander Fletcher sat back down in his captains chair and pressed the intercom button, "This is the Captain, prepare for warp gate entry." He released the button and spoke to his navigation officer, "Give me a count Mr. McGhan."

"Warp entry in five... Four... Three..." everyone on the bridge held onto their seats as the glowing green warp gate filled the viewing window in front of them.

"...two...one... zero."

The ship suddenly felt like it was being stretched onward into the gate. Time its self was at a halt as the very fabric of space was stretched from a faraway place. Seconds later the green glowing of the warp gate vanished and the blackness of space filled the window once more. Some of the ships were already in formation on the other side of the gate but something else pulled the Commanders full attention away from the fleet.

Distant red explosions surrounded the big blue globe which was Corneria like fireflies. He could see two masses of small dots between the home world and it's grey moon both exchanging salvos of fire. Smoke trails of missiles and the Rail gun rounds that almost looked like shooting stars filled the space between them as the battle raged in the distance. From the bridge the battle looked small but inside Commander Fletcher knew it was far bigger than it seemed. He estimated over a thousand ships were out there. Quickly he turned his head behind him.

"Boose give me a situation report! What are we looking at here?"

The young LT was typing madly at his post, "Sir, IFF shows friendly ships are holding a line just outside of Cornerian atmosphere but i don't know how long it will hold! I count over 600 unknown contacts that are closer to the moon! They are engaging the Cornerian fleet!"

The bridges communication officer chimed in after LT Boose was finished, "Sir the Admiral just ordered us into a full charge for Corneria!"

"Shields are at 100% sir!" Naomi Kocher reported out loud.

"What's the course sir?" Ensign McGhan asked unsure what to do at the moment.

Commander Fletcher was overwhelmed by the bombardment of statements from his crew as he continued to stare at the battle outside the bridges window. The 'confederate' was leading the pack of Cornerian ships as they rushed for the planet in the distance. The admiral was starting to get on his nerves, why would he order a charge? They had no idea what they were getting into. Where they venom ships? Anglers? This felt wrong...

"McGhan, drop us down away from the gate to make way for the other ships then hold."

"Sir?" the confused ensign replied as he looked back to his commanding officer.

"Do it Ensign."

The golden retriever slowly turned back to the control panel and punch in the ships new course. The Gojira tilted its nose downward away from the main fleet as more ships appeared right behind them.

"Boose do a full sensor scan of the sector. Something doesn't feel right. Check for any abnormalities."

The Commander was not about to run into a battle without knowing exactly what they were up against. "Aye sir, scanning now..." A moment passed as they waited for the scan to complete. Soon the chime of the radar control sounded and the junior officer began to read out the results.

"Systems sweep shows nothing on the scope wait... Sir I'm picking up an unknown gravitational field formed on the dark side of the moon."

"what is it Boose?"

"I don't know skipper, but from the looks of it.. it might be what's jamming our long distant data transfer. It also could be jamming the fleet's radar from seeing anything on the other side of the moon. It seems when we moved into position below the warp gate we moved out of its jamming field."

It was a trap, he knew it. "McGhan give me full power to the other side of that moon! Boose, run us dark! Full stealth!" Fletcher boomed loudly.

"Aye sir, running full stealth."

"Reck pull all safeties, begin charging the rail gun!"

Whoever these bastards were, they were about to get hit hard.

Slowly the dark side of the moon began to come into view as their ship looped behind the battle was raging close to Corneria. It only took a few minutes for them to reach the other side but once they did a horrible sight awaited the crew of the CSN Gojira. A large block shaped object floated silently in orbit around the moon. It was like some sort of space station he had never seen before. Through the bridge window they could see a number of smaller vessels that looked almost like transport ships exiting the side of the giant cube. Surrounding the cube was at least a hundred more enemy vessels laying in wait for the Cornerian reinforcements.

"No... It's an invasion force." the Commander whispered to himself. He observed the larger mass as it grew closer and closer in front of them. Even with the armaments they had, there was no way they could take down a station that big.

"Where is that jamming coming from?" he asked his crew.

"Sir the object has a small array on the top side; it looks like that is the source of the jamming!"

Commander Fletcher watched as the CSN fleet that had just exited the warp gate move in closer to the moon. However they were unaware of the massive force that lay in wait for them behind the moon. The enemy ships close to the station opened fire on the CSN vessels as they came into view around the moon. One by one the vessels were destroyed leaving the survivors in disarray; it was a slaughter...

"we need to take out that array now! McGhan put us in a good firing position, we get one shot at this otherwise the jig is up! Reck I want a firing solution on that array! Fire missile on my command, ready the rail gun to fire, set timing with the missiles! I want impact just before the missiles detonate!"

The Commander waited for his crew to finish their orders as they typed away madly at their control panels. "Sir I have a lock on the array, guns are at full charge!" The German Sheppard waited just a moment more. His navigations officer spoke up, "In position sir!"

"Boose bring stealth off line!"

He waited a heartbeat for his next command.

"Fire missile pods A through E! Ready the rail gun to fire!"

The crew could feel hundreds of clicks throughout out the hull of the ship as they fired their missiles. The streaks of smoke left by the missiles arched towards the giant cube station in the distance. Seconds later the hull shuttered heavily as the rail gun discharged its rounds. "Rail gun rounds away sir!"

Off in the distance the cube shaped structure was hit dead on by the Gojira's rail gun causing its shield to glow in the darkness of space a bright green. Seconds later the missiles struck making the stations shield shutter then fade.

"Sir! The stations shields are down! Jammer is still active!"

"Shit," Fletcher cursed to himself. He gambled the rail gun would have taken their shields down to let the missiles do finish off the array. But he misjudged the power of their shields greatly which could cost him the element of surprise, he had to act quickly now.

"Reck hit them again with the rail gun! Before their shield come back online!"

"Aye sir!"

The ship shuttered heavily once again as the rail gun sent yet another round away.

"McGhan divert all power to engines! Get us the hell out of here!"

The ensign didn't need to respond, he quickly went to work on his control panel. Commander Fletcher and his crew leaned hard in their seats as the ships powerful engines turned them away from the cube. The ships bridge window jerked away from the giant cube station putting the battle near Corneria in it view.

"Bring up the stern facing video on screen!" the bridge window tinted and the view of the large cube station appeared once more. But the once horrific sight soon changed to one that sent a joy to the heart of every crew member on the bridge. The array erupted in a fiery explosion causing everyone but the commander on the bridge to shout in success. Fletcher kept his barring because he knew the battle was far from over. Although deep down he was overjoyed for such small victory causing him to let a small smile surface from his stone serious face.

"Sir! I'm picking up multiple contacts near the surface of Corneria! They've broken through the fleets lines! Unknown transport ships are entering the planet's atmosphere; it looks like the first wave of the invasion force sir!"

The grave news quickly stifled their joy when the young LT spoke up. The view of Corneria snapped back on screen showing ships everywhere. The battle had lost is organized fashion once the ambush was triggered causing the lines on both sides to break. There were enemy ships and CSN vessels scattered all over the place.

"Launch all fighter support! Alert LT Akino and his group, tell them to ready for pod drop!" Commander Fletcher shouted to his crew.

"This fight just went planet side... Ensign McGhan! Bring the ship into high orbit over Corneria! Ready for pod drop!"

A/N: This is all that Ive typed out for now. Hopefully Ill get the next chapter out soon but with school and other things, we will see! :)

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- vipervet18