J-Dude and the others were just getting up from their sleep. They had been searching for Jason most of the previous day, astounded at the fact that he still hadn't been found. Soon, a large red light had gone on, and a loud alarm was echoing through the halls. People were immediately running in all directions, a few Spitfires were flying out, heading towards the sky. J-Dude quickly headed for the control center, as they found out that a scouting Armada fighter was closing in on their position. J-Dude was about to give the order to launch the electric pulse generator, when a familiar voice issued from the communicator.

Jason: "This is Jason Phillips, I'm with you guys! Hold your fire!"

J-Dude gave the order to let him pass. They all greeted him in the hangar, escorted by the Spitfires sent to take him down. Jason told them everything that had happened, and showed what they would be up against with the new Orca fighters, having commandeered one himself. J-Dude was very unsettled by the new findings, as well as the blueprints of the Jade Death, showing only one weak point: the focusing crystals inside the smaller disks, which would mean letting the weapon begin firing before any attack could be attempted. The truly shocking news was given right after this briefing. The Leviathan and the Jade Death in tow had exited their current system, blasting in the direction of their base. It was then that the fighters were prepared and informed of the task soon to come. Non-military personnel were escorted to the shell like transport battleships, while defensive systems were armed, and pilots ready. Jason decided to join the pilots in taking the Jade Death out, taking a quick crash course in the system. He was under the command of the ace pilot Sage Lightrunner, whose expertise had turned the tide in many battles. J-Dude and the Eds were going to do all they could to stall the descent of the crushing green shell that would soon envelope the planet. In less than an hour, everyone was in position. In the tense few minutes, all was eerily silent, until the two gargantuan ships appeared in the sky, and the defensive system was put into action. They all watched as enormous bolts of electricity attacked the area in space, but damage didn't seem to be done to the ships. All of it seemed drawn to a huge black spire protruding the back of the Leviathan. A giant version of the lightning rod. Jason and the other fighters blasted into the sky.

Sage Lightrunner: "This is Specter one, all fighters report in."

Specter Three: "Specter three, armed and ready"

Specter Five: "Specter five, good to go."

Jason: "Specter twelve, ready for action."

Specter Eight: "Specter eight, standing by."

Sage Lightrunner: "Remember, we do not attack the weapon until it has been fired. Concentrate on their fighters, but watch out, they're deadly."

The Spitfire group approached the Leviathan. Out of the main hold, fighters were coming out in swarms. They wouldn't stand a chance if they all left the area. Large defensive cannons were firing from the Leviathan's surface. Jason had a quick plan. He drove his ship slowly towards the hangar, followed J-Dude's example from their escape from Ainidras, and fired a concussion missile at the ceiling, causing a collapse, trapping the remaining Orcas.

Specter Five: "Nice shot twelve! That leaves about thirty of those things left."

Inside the dining room of the Leviathan, Max seemed annoyed.

Max: "So, well prepared I see. They are not attacking my weapon. Surely, this would draw their fire rather than my XP 320's. What have they found out? That weak-minded fool couldn't have intercepted enough information to form a plan of attack. What are you waiting for brother?"

Max swept over to the control panel, and began to arm and fire the weapon…