"Weapons locks complete." VonBach reported.
"Fire on all targets!" Starwind ordered.
"Normandy taking damage." Edwards reported.
"Moving to intercept." Talara called.
"Fire weapons, Joseph!" Starwind called, watching the three small Stormrunner class ships expload.
The bridge shook, "That was the Geneva, sir. And she's pissed." Edwards reported.
"Damn, it was a decoy. Edwards, pull what ya got on the Geneva." Starwind ordered.
Edwards paused a second or two, then read off what his panel told him. "Geneva is a Toronto-class armored battleship, an idea Jupiter Station kicked about recently. The hull is composed of an experimental alloy, that has been adapted using Borg Technology. In theory, the hull will auto-repair itself when damaged."
"That's good…" Starwind sighed, "Take attention off the Geneva, and start blasting away disabled ships before they are repaired."
"Sir, the Geneva's shields are down. They are beaming survivors off the Aspire." Edwards reported.
"Good luck, Paris." Starwind said quietly, "Mr. VonBach, once everyone is off it, blow Aspire to hell."
"Gladly." VonBach replied, all to eager to shoot stuff.
"Sir." Edwards called again.
"I swear to God, Edwards, I am a centimeter away from throwing you out an airlock. What do you want?" Starwind turned to face Edwards.
Edwards stood both hurt and afraid, but reported the new situation anyway, "Multiple warp events closing on our location from both sides."
"Aw, crap." Starwind looked at the view screen, "Will Zeon be here first?"
"Yeah, but not by much, and the fleets are of about equal size." Edwards replied.
"VonBach, fire indiscriminately." Starwind sat down, feeling hopelessness close in on him.