In Evil, Residing
Defeat over Cerinia
General Pepper sat at his desk and his Comm lit up, he answered it and the face of the feline secretary came up.
"Sir, you have two visitors here to see you."
"Send them in please." He responded and the door at the end of the room opened. Two vulpines walked in and Pepper smiled as he recognized Fox. "Fox, have a seat."
"Thank you General." They took a seat and he nodded at Krystal.
"So what do you have to tell me?" Pepper asked as he sat back down in his chair.
"Sir, you need to assemble the Cornerian army now, we will be attacked if the dragons defeat Venom."
"Wait, are you going to bring this up again?'
'But General, this is important; we have first hand experience."
"Fox, think about it this way, if they attack Venom and Venom doesn't receive them well, this could be killing two birds with one stone." The room was silent and Fox felt a flash of anger from Krystal.
"General Pepper," Krystal began and the dog turned to her.
"Yes, my dear?"
"My planet is under their rule, they have killed and murdered millions and they also took my parents. They will come here after they are finished with Venom," She stood up and walked over to the desk. Krystal placed her paws on the desk and leaned toward him making the bulldog it farther back in his seat. "And Corneria will be no more. Would you like to see that happen?" He saw the fire burning in her eyes and the bulldog coughed nervously.
"Well, no. Fox, I'm relenting this once. I will assign you a contingent of some of my command, go down to the docking bay and they will be ready in an hour." Krystal looked through his eyes and she shifted through his thoughts, Pepper showed a frown and she turned away. Fox walked up to the desk and he crossed his arms.
"So we have a deal?"
"Yes, now get out of here; I have some important work to do." He said and the pair left.
Fox sat at the small kitchen table, eating in the Cerinian craft as it sat in space, waiting.
"What did you see?" He asked out of the blue to Krystal and she gave him a look.
"What?"
"I saw you look into his mind, what did you see?"
"He hopes his problem will end on Venom, but I know there will be more to this." Krystal said as Fox finished up his plate. He put it in the sink and sat back down; Krystal put her head down on the table and she sighed. "This is so damn tiring."
Treylon walked out of the room where the two dead vulpines lay and he licked the blood off his muzzle. He had forgotten what it was like to kill, maim and destroy; oh it felt good. He walked past his crew and they kept their eyes forward, Treylon would not be bothered now since he could lash out with deadly force. His Comm beeped and he answered it.
"Treylon here."
"Yes Commander, your new armor is ready." A dragon said.
"Good, have it sent to my quarters." The dragon nodded and Treylon walked up to the elevator. He hit the button and the doors opened; it was the Admiral!
"Admiral." Treylon said as he saluted.
"At ease Commander. I hear that there was an accident in your docking bay a few hours ago."
"Yes sir, there was a minor incident."
"Let us go to your quarters." He said and Treylon walked into the lift. The doors shut and the Admiral sighed. "Treylon, I'm very disappointed in your performance."
"Sir, could you explain that?" The doors opened and they walked down the long hallway to Treylon's quarters.
"Yes, the so called 'minor' incident could have resulted in a full scale war against us." They walked into the quarters and the Admiral faced his Commander. "I have had words with the crew and they reported to me that you," He pointed a claw at Treylon. "Let them escape with a Cerinian fighter. And, I heard that one of the prisoners had technology with him that we have not encountered before."
"He did have a personal shield generator that surpassed ours but only by a mite."
"But it did. Do you know how demoralizing this could be to the rest of the fleet?" The Admiral's voice was full of spite and Treylon steeled himself. "Besides, we lost a good number of your dragons that had over 400 cycles of combat experience. Do you know how hard it is to find those?"
"Sir, before you go on blaming me-"
"You are the cause of this! I'm stripping you of your Commander rank Treylon; you are now just a Capitan, why I ever put my trust in you I'll never know." The Admiral yelled and he sighed as Treylon lowered his head.
"Will you have me disgraced before my crew and sent back to Dragonis 3?"
"No, you are still a valuable instrument to me and I will let you keep your rank and crew. Do not create another mess like this Treylon; if you do, you will lose more than your rank as Capitan. I will have you as you said, disgraced and sent back to our homeworld in shackles." The Admiral left the room and Treylon sat in his pod. He sighed and tried to recover from the verbal onslaught that he had received.
"What have I done?" Treylon whispered as he considered the consequences: The foxes would tell their Commanders, then their army would mobilize and the dragons would be attacked by a huge force.
Treylon stood up and he saw that his armor was on his desk. He walked over and stripped off the Standards; he slipped into his new armor and smiled. It felt good to be in a powerful position and he walked back to the bridge.
Delquin sat at the Comm and he ran through the systems check of the Maru, everything looked normal and he heard Treylon walk onto the bridge. The Capitan looked imposing with the new armor and Treylon sat in his chair.
"Commander the Admiral wanted to see you."
"Delquin, it's Capitan now, I saw the Admiral."
"Oh, ok then. What did he want?" Treylon gave him a look and Delquin got the message. "Oh, sorry I asked."
"Just shut up."
"Yes sir." Barely a second after Delquin had finished speaking, the Klaxon screamed. "Sir, unidentified war signature two thousand clicks north of us. I'm scanning a large group of fighters equipped with a flagship, fourteen frigates, ten cruisers, and numerous other lower class fighters."
"Inform the rest of the fleet and all paws to battle stations!" Treylon yelled as the Dragonian fleet mobilized. Thousands of dragon craft poured in front of them and Treylon tapped a console on his chair, another console came up in front of him and he placed his paws on the controls. "Let's kick some ass!" He yelled and the Maru grouped with four other frigates as the two fleets slammed into each other.
"Sir, the Admiral is ordering a cloak of all vessels and switch the view to sonic."
"Do it." The view screen inverted its color and spectrum. The dragon craft was marked by a deep red and the opposing fleet was marked with a fluorescent green. "Who are we fighting Delquin?" Treylon asked as the Maru practically danced in his paws.
"I don't know, but they aren't Cerinian." Treylon threw a hard left and a green beam blasted by his ship as the group he was in took on the flagship. The vid shot of a raven came up and he smiled at the dragons.
"Well, we meet our opponents, I am Raven of the Cornerian fleet, if I were you I would surrender now."
"Cornerian, eh? Well, prepare to die as you face the might of the Dragonian race1" Treylon shot back.
"Shields have taken a few hits, sir. We're down to eighty percent."
"How?" Treylon asked and Raven laughed.
"Keep guessing lizard." His vid shot died and Treylon engaged the Overshield as he pulled in close for a bombing run.
"Arm the MK IVs and drop on my command." Delquin's claws flew over the console and he nodded. "Now!" Treylon yelled and Delquin hit the activation button. The hydrogen powered bombs dropped on the flagship and Delquin smiled.
"They worked Capitan, shields are down on the flagship, shall I drop another payload?"
"Yes, fire at will." The craft circled around and the vid shot of Raven came back up.
"How did you?"
"Keep guessing bird." Treylon killed the Comm and the bombs ripped into the Cornerian flagship. The ship was blown backwards and the other frigates followed Treylon's tactic, it detonated and soon the entire Cornerian fleet was routed.
Except for one Cerinian vessel. Treylon noticed that it evaded the fire of all the other dragon craft and scored hits constantly on the other craft.
"Delquin, scan the craft and see who is in it."
"Sir," The dragon reported after a few moments. "It's them."
"Order a retreat of the dragon vessels and lock onto them with a tractor beam." The Maru flew toward the craft and the other vessels parted as it latched onto the craft with a tractor. "Contact the Admiral and tell him that we have the prisoners back."