On the outer edges of the asteroid belt, subspace disturbances were occurring everywhere, if one was to look, they would assume it was the dozens of ships blowing each other apart, however something else was amiss. Underneath a extremely powerful cloak, twin giants lurked, observing the battle going on, evaluating each sides strengths. Unknowing to either side,this contender had forced them into their current battle, to lay off resources of their own conflict, so that the owners of the cloaked ships could swarm them when either side falls.

"Its hard to believe that our 'cousins' would fall so quickly isn't it commander?" Sub-Commander Torlanas asked with a hint of amusement. The commander would have reprimanded the young and rash officer for his tone, but now was not the time, and he knew that he was correct.

Strange how careful plans can fail for one little factor going wrong, the captain of the G'revik thought, he remembered first contact with the tau'ri, the pitifully small ship attempted to communicate with his own, on a run to the homeworld, but he could spare some time to do a little hunting.

Unknowing to the human vessel, the warbirds fighter group proceeded under cloak, and begin runs all over the shields, hopping to open them for salvage teams to beam in.

But they tau'ri ran, ran into a death trap that he was foolish enough to follow. After the shields fell, the crew of the humans were transported into darkened holding cells, having no idea what happened, but apparently they missed one, which was extremely fortunate for both sides.

The lone human saved them, by using a unique form of hyperspace that created a bubble of some sort, it was being researched back in the imperial labs, something called warp drive...

But he never forgot how the tau'ri helped him and his crew, despite their hostilities, he would payback that debt today with a single devastating act.

"Uncloak and fire all plasma torpedoes!" the commander of the vessel ordered, as the other followed suit to unleash their destructive payloads.

Battle

With the empty corpses of once considered unbeatable vessels, laying still in a trail from one end of the system to the other, the allies were losing hope. Mere light minutes from Vulcan Prime, and barely 6 motherships taken out of the battle, it was all but futile to stop the Aschen armada. Even the reinforcements ordered to Eridani would not make the difference, the Aschen would take Vulcan, no matter what the allies do.

RSS Endeavour

'Sir were down the 50 gauss rounds, we can't do much more!" The weapons officer yelled over the multiple amounts of explosions

"Prep the lasers, fire everything we've got!" it was when all 24 point defense cannons jumped to life and began tracking the multiple amounts of ships cruising in and out across the vastness of the Eridani System.

it was pitiful how much damage was being caused. Even with the Type 17 lasers given to all Prometheus MKII's, the shields were hard to get past with heavy weapons, let alone anti-fighter cannons. With no time to restock by the refill vessels, the Endeavour continued its constant barrage, never halting back when others fell, but that was they arrived.

All across the bridge, their views were caught by the emerging giants from their hiding. They were huge, and that would be understating it, atleast the size of a goa'uld mothership. They held a familiar design to several of the crew, but they couldn't put their finger on it, it didn't matter though, they already unleashed their attack.

Battle

Dozens of glowing green torpedoes erupted from hidden launchers all over both ships, ignoring the allies, while flying towards the aschen at frighteningly insane speeds. Atleast 6 ships were obliterated in the onslaught, several more heavy damaged. The strange ships immediately cloaked once more, most likely leaving the system, it didn't matter though they'd done their part in this battle.

The allies fought with renewed strength, no matter how little damage they could do, hope was reborn in the aschens defeat. Shields gone, and amour basically non existent, motherships feel with much more ease, the Endeavours fighter wing fired their full compliment of torpedoes in hope of an easy kill. Vulcan and Andorian crusiers swarmed throughout the armada, hitting already damaged areas of the aschen ships, cutting into the unprotected layers. Even the super motherships sheilds were faultering under the full assault, the chance of victory had returned.

Aschen Super Mothership

It was to say, an unexpected turn of events that just occurred, Mid-Officer Fergan believed. The Aschen assumed that the Romulans would not be able to engage in Vulcan's defence after the crippling blow they suffered mere days ago. The armada took a massive blow in that attack, giving the allies a chance to destroy the armada when that chance was none existent before., and now even Tau'ri reinforcements coming in to bring a stalemate, and their own arriving too late it almo...

Then the mid-officer finally caught onto the plan, that was why Commander Molum wanted the crew to scan the tau'ri's ships hyperspace point of origin.

"Mid-Officer plot a course to those coordinates, we'll attack the human homeworld while they're caught up in this system, order the 3rd wave to join us." Molum ordered, as the crew put the plan into motion. Gerol would not like this, but his opinion means nothing, the humans will suffer for what they did to our people, MY people.

Battle

In high orbit over vulcan, just outside the gravity well, the aschen jumped. With the strikers suddenly arriving not 30 seconds before, and the twin ha'taks entering in system they must have realized defeat was close to them. The crew of the remaining 54 ships, out of over 200 to begin with, briefed a sigh of relief, excluding the Vulcan's of course. All gathered in Vulcan orbit, if but to see what they saved in the heavy fighting that happened not 5 minutes ago, the 2nd battle of Eridani had been won by the allies yet again.

RSS Endeavour

On the ship that found this world, it was anything but relief that the crew felt, with the loss of a Ha'tak, nearly a 3rd of the fighters lost, and not a single ship without damage or casualties, victory was most defiantly considered a costly one.

"Captain, the Vulcan command is hailing us." reported Ensign Yates, the captain, holding an icepack over his forehead after being literally thrown from the captains chair, looked up into the view screen.

"Put it on ensign."

Ambassador Su'vok appeared, even with the knowledge of vulcan emotional suppression, the captain would have appreciated a look of gratitude. "We are in your peoples debt Captain, though all our navies suffered severe casualties in the process, we have driven off a threat to both our people. For that we could never thank you enough."

The captain grimaced in the slight pain that jolted up his head "Ambassador i wo..." he was cut off when Ensign Yates practically screamed.

"Sir were getting an Emergency recall to Ravenbright!"

He looked confused "Whats happening ensign?"

"The aschen are emerging in Alpha Centauri"