HOMEWORLD2: WRATH OF THE GODS
CHAPTER 35: BLITZ
"In war there is no prize for the runner-up."
Source unknown
Onboard the Sajuuk, Fields of Plaz:
Karan gawked when her hyperspace senses kicked in. Scrambling to check the ship's sensors, she sincerely hoped it was a false alarm.
When she saw Eefrit requesting communications, all her hopes vanished.
"Karan here, is there anything?"
"Sorry to bother you, but we've just arrived at the Eye gate. Unless our sensors are wrong, the gate's powering up!"
"They're coming now, Eefrit, whether we're ready or not," Karan sighed, "But there's still time. Unless I'm mistaken, it'll take them 30 minutes to come through the gate."
"That gives us 30… alright, Eefrit out."
The channel closed and Karan sent the alert to the rest of the fleet.
It was time for war.
Onboard the Pride of Hiigara, Fields of Plaz:
"Yuno, I've informed Karan," Eefrit announced, "She'll be bringing the rest of the fleet here in due time."
"Got it, I've already dispatched the minelayers," Yuno acknowledged, "We'll have the whole gate mined in no time. What else now?"
"We have to assume the initial mines won't finish them," Eefrit commented, "So we'll have to position our forces such that we can maximise the firepower from each and every ship we've got."
"A sphere formation?"
"Something along those lines, but I'd personally prefer a multi-armed Claw. We can put the Sajuuk at the centre, and use its Phased Cannon Array as the main gun. The rest of the fleet will concentrate fire from the arms, and Koshiir Ra will provide cover."
"Sounds good. I'll tell Kiir about the plan once he's back onboard the Koshiir Ra. But where do we put the support vessels?"
"We should keep them from the main battle, so everything else assembles behind the Sajuuk and Koshiir Ra."
"Eefrit, what about…"
"Fighter support? We'll order the strike craft to support the capitals along the arms, and concentrate on the centre where the Sajuuk is. They should not venture too far from the capital ship formation, or it's likely for them to be ripped apart."
"Very well, I'll update the pilots' computers right now. Is there anything else?"
"Not that I can think of at the moment."
"Alright then, I'll be off now."
"Wait one moment, I have something else…" Eefrit muttered. Yuno paused and wore a look of surprise on her face.
"About just now, I think I went a little too far with my words," Eefrit conceded, "I apologise if I've hurt you in any way…"
"There's no need to apologise, Eefrit, I needed the scolding," Yuno reassured, "Anyway, no harm's done."
Yuno winked and shimmered into nothingness.
Onboard the Koshiir Ra, Fields of Plaz:
Kiir opened his eyes, and he was no longer in reality, but the virtual realm. Around him was half of the Hiigaran fleet, the ships moving slowly into position around the large gate. Sajuuk would arrive with the rest of the fleet once Karan had figured out how to tow something as massive as the Iron Grip into the Sajuuk's hyperspace wake.
Now that the final battle was imminent, he had to do some last minute tests on the Koshiir Ra's distortion fields. The last thing they needed now was a catastrophic field failure in the heat of battle.
Closing his eyes in concentration, Kiir focused on the distortion field. He visualised it wrapping around the gate in a perfect, impenetrable sphere, the field getting stronger with each passing minute. He opened his eyes and saw for himself a shimmering distortion in space wrapped snugly around the Eye gate.
Another thought and the field disappeared. It was a lot like controlling his own telekinetic force field, just that this was on a much larger scale.
It was a pity he couldn't test the effectiveness of the field. There was no time to recalibrate the fields to block Alliance firepower anyway.
A stream of strategic updates filtered in beside him. Kiir looked up and saw Yuno standing some distance from him.
"Here are the formation updates, Eefrit wants you to take the Koshiir Ra into formation beside the Sajuuk. Your job is to cover the fleet, which will be in Claw, with the strongest distortion field possible."
"I see. I assume Eefrit's tactic will be to blast the Neo-Beast from every direction in front of the gate?"
"The Neo-Beast won't have time to pull back, and can neither advance nor manoeuvre to the sides. Hopefully the focused fire, along with the Sajuuk's Phased Cannon Array, will be adequate for the situation."
"It has to be. I checked the sensors, and it seems you're laying enough mines to take down a Progenitor attack force," Kiir noted, referring to the thousands upon thousands of mines that had been laid down simultaneously by a substantial fleet of minelayer corvettes and frigates. Yuno had also taken the effort to drop ion and gun platforms from the Pride, arranging them in orderly rows before the gate.
"We could use all the firepower we can get, so I'm throwing out everything that has a gun or can blow up in a big way," Yuno explained, "When the rest of the construction-capable ships come in, I'm sure they'd do the same."
"Speaking of which, here they come," Kiir announced as the Koshiir Ra's sensors registered the rest of the fleet hyperspacing in behind them. The command ships Kuun Lan and Paaura, the flagships Legacy of Kharak, Merciless and Stargazer, and the plethora of carriers, frigates, battlecruisers… It was the largest ever unified fleet in the Galaxy's history.
And then a massive hyperspace window opened, pulling the gargantuan Iron Grip into realspace alongside the relatively smaller Sajuuk. As soon as the hyperspace transition was complete, the battleships began moving into position. Assault vessels joined with the Claw, thickening the arms and solidifying the core, while the support vessels retreated behind the Sajuuk, Koshiir Ra and Iron Grip.
As the support vessels retreated, they too launched combat platforms that plodded slowly towards the hyperspace gate. Every construction facility there was in the Alliance was pushed to its limit as various defence mechanisms were deployed by the other cultures that had lent their power.
Karan Sjet herself manifested in virtual form alongside Kiir and Yuno.
"Kiir, Yuno, the final battle is upon us," Karan uttered, "You both know what this means, right?"
"We give our all, or die trying," Kiir said determinedly, "In other words, it's now or never."
"I won't hide, no matter what, I'll command the fleet to the very end," Yuno declared.
"It's good to hear that from the both of you," Karan beamed, "But I must warn you that victory will be difficult to achieve in this battle. In fact, the Qwaar Jet alone has the power to turn the tables and render all our strategy useless."
"Then we'll show them what two Gods can do against one," spoke Kiir, "I'll show them Koshiir Ra is no pushover! Karan, Qwaar Jet's yours for the taking!"
"Well, yes, of course," Karan replied with a tinge of nervousness, "The Phased Cannon Array did considerable damage to the Neo-Beast back at Nalthora."
"Lady Sjet, count us in."
The transmission was abrupt, but no one made any attempt to close the channel.
"We are the Ukhara, our homeworld was destroyed by the Neo-Beast entity. We seek revenge as well, so we shall contribute the might of our plasma autocannons!"
"Allow us, the Silfario, to assist with our strike craft!"
"The Magellan are at your service!"
More and more transmissions continued to come in, each from a different culture, a different race, but sharing similar goals. Karan was moved to tears by the massive support and rare show of galactic solidarity. She thanked them individually, until she came to the last channel. A familiar voice entered her ears.
"Karan."
"Queen Dosis."
"We may not pack the punch the other fleets may have, but we will provide whatever sensor support we can," Dosis assured, "There will not be any blind spots in this battle!"
"Queen Dosis, I thank you," Karan gushed, "If we make it through…"
"Why the negativity Karan? When this is all over, consider me the first customer of your Core treatments," Dosis joked, "Till then, stay well Karan."
"You too, Queen Dosis."
The Nalthorans closed the channel. Kiir's attention was drawn to the sensors once more. This time the Eye gate was shimmering, streaks of hyperspace emanating from the gate and piercing into realspace.
The Neo-Beast were here.
"Prepare for battle," Karan ordered as she vanished in a puff of logic.
Onboard Ukhara command carrier, Fields of Plaz:
"Sir, the Neo-Beast is coming through!"
"Sensors reading hundreds of them!"
"Hiigaran mines are tracking the enemy!"
The commander saw the scores of ships pouring through the gate. He felt fear at the sheer power they were facing, but he forced it down and barked out his orders.
"Power up plasma autocannon platforms, autofire mode! All ships divert power to weapons and engage!"
Onboard a Silfario heavy fighter, Fields of Plaz:
The pilot twisted his ship's controls slightly and the fighter banked towards the onslaught of infected fighters. His combat vessel was beautifully designed and built, easily matching the Hiigaran Acolyte II for manoeuvrability and speed.
"This is Death Squad Captain, we are engaging the enemy."
"Status confirmed, may Sajuuk watch over you."
The pilot let loose a high pitched wail, the Silfario battlecry, and plunged his ship into the infected mass.
Onboard the Stargazer, Fields of Plaz:
"My Queen, the Neo-Beast have engaged the Silfario strike craft. Automatic defences have kicked in, and the Hiigaran fleet is providing long range fire support," the sensors officer reported.
"Get whatever anti-cloak sensors we've got online and relay everything to the Pride of Hiigara. They're too busy with coordinating the battle, so we'll have to be their eyes," Dosis ordered, "I want those sensor updates done without delay!"
"Yes your majesty," came the reply as the officer busied himself with the computer.
Queen Dosis watched as the second wave of Hiigaran mines swept in, detonating in a fireworks display of destruction against the oncoming wave of Neo-Beast ships. There was still a third and fourth wave of mines waiting for activation, but something told her it wasn't going to be enough. Still more ships kept pouring from the gate like a swarm from Hell itself.
Onboard the Sajuuk, Fields of Plaz:
The explosions from the second mine wave cleared, and Karan hoped to see an improved situation. To her utter disbelief, still more ships were pouring from the gate in an unending flood.
"Karan, this is Eefrit," crackled the communications channel, "We've got two more waves of mines left. Once they're activated…"
"I understand," Karan responded, "Activate all remaining mines, set them to target ships of destroyer class and heavier only. If the mines fail, you have clearance to take the fleet in."
"Roger that Karan. Eefrit out."
Karan felt a frenzy of signals exit from the Pride. Within moments, she saw the mines activate and move from their deployed positions, venting plasma to propel themselves at high speed. The targeted capital ships attempted to evade, moving sluggishly away in the opposite direction, but it was futile. The mines slammed into the hulls of the ships, releasing their entire payload in blinding flashes of light and heat. Another multitude of explosions ripped across the gate as the mines crippled and vaporised entire destroyers and cruisers.
Now that the mines were gone, only the formations of automatic platforms remained to provide a buffer between the Neo-Beast and Alliance fleets. To Karan's dismay, the Neo-Beast numbers continued to increase. Now there were so many ships that the brilliant rain of firepower from the platforms could no longer halt their advance. Soon, the platforms began exploding as the Neo-Beast counterattacked, continually being reinforced by the hyperspace gate behind them.
Karan knew immediately what she had to do. Aiming the Sajuuk's prow at the core of the massing enemy, she sent a mental thought and began charging the Phased Cannon Array. Seconds later, the computers acknowledged Karan's order and informed her that the cannon was ready.
Vermillion light built up at the rear of the massive ship, streaming forward and increasing in brilliance as the energies combined and focused at the frontal cannon. The build-up paused momentarily in a glittering sphere of energy, before erupting forward as a mighty lance of pure light. The beam met with little resistance, slicing through infected frigates, destroyers and cruisers without trouble. Another series of explosions lit up the immediate vicinity of the beam's line of fire.
"Karan to Eefrit, begin frontal assault now!" Karan boomed as she immediately began recharging the Array for a second attack. Eefrit's response was instantaneous – the bulk of the Hiigaran fleet rushed forward, supported by the Pride of Hiigara and Kuun Lan in the rear. Another glittering sphere of light blasted away from the Kuun Lan and detonated in the midst of the enemy, ripping more ships to pieces with its almighty shockwave.
By now the platform formations had been completely decimated, so nothing remained to stop the still-continuing torrent of ships from the Eye gate. The Neo-Beast turned fired all their weapons at the rushing Hiigaran ships, ion beams and energy blasts slicing and burning through space. At the last minute, the shots were halted unceremoniously by the invisible barrier that was Kiir's, or rather, Koshiir Ra's doing.
Karan smiled when she saw the relative effectiveness of the Hiigaran response.
Onboard the Pride of Hiigara:
"Capital ships have engaged the Neo-Beast, the distortion field is holding strong," Yuno reported.
"Excellent. Order the battlecruisers to focus fire on the super heavy vessels. Other ships of smaller classes should engage anything smaller than a cruiser."
"Relaying information to fleet now. Eefrit, the rear of the Neo-Beast fleet is splitting up to engage the flanking arms."
"That was the problem with the Claw formation. I was hoping we could finish them in the first salvo so this weakness wasn't exposed, but now," Eefrit sighed as he quickly worked out another plan, "Order the rest of the ships to break formation and fall back behind our flanks. Hopefully our attack will prove a sufficient distraction…"
"Don't worry, we've got that covered," came the voice of Admiral Ecron, "Taiidan forces will lay suppressing fire while your ships retreat."
As the Taiidan Admiral spoke those words, the Taiidan fleet could be seen moving out of the stealth of the nebula. Their ships had been hidden behind the seemingly thin and weak flanking arms of the Hiigaran Claw, so when the Hiigaran vessels retreated in the face of the advancing Neo-Beast, they cleared an open path for the Taiidan to fire through.
"Thanks a million Ecron," Eefrit replied gratefully, "Your assistance is most welcome."
"Just doing our part." Ecron responded before ending the transmission. At the same time, the Taiidan fired for the first time in this battle, their improvised frigates releasing mass drivers, missiles and ion beams at the same time. Behind the frigate walls, the heavy destroyers and Imperial battlecruisers fired their Energy Burst Cannons, showering the Neo-Beast with hundreds of potent energy beams.
The Neo-Beast cowered momentarily under the unexpected assault, then answered the Taiidan attacks with their own. Again, their attack was in vain as the Koshiir Ra's distortion field deflected all the shots effortlessly.
Eefrit gave a whoop of delight as he saw the Taiidan forces pummel the Neo-Beast in a horribly mis-matched duel. One was nigh invincible, while the other had no means of fighting back. Eefrit almost felt pity at the helplessness of the Neo-Beast.
At least until Kiir interrupted his thoughts.
"Eefrit, Koshiir Ra can't handle this stress forever," Kiir complained, "There's enough firepower out there to wipe out a mothership in seconds, and the distortion field is blocking it all."
"Get to the point."
"I can sustain the field at current strength for another 5 minutes, and nothing more," Kiir reported, "After that, the field's integrity will halve, and we'll start getting hit by half of what they're throwing at us."
"Then just use the Grand Core to bolster the shield power!" Eefrit snapped back, "Even half of that firepower could well devastate a considerable portion of our forces!"
"Not possible, we have to save power. Why, Qwaar Jet's not even here yet!" Kiir retorted, "Just kill whatever you can in those 5 minutes, and maybe when we start getting hit it won't be that painful. Kiir out."
Eefrit swore and stared at the enemy before them. What Kiir said was true – the amount of firepower the Neo-Beast were flinging at them was simply massive and devastating. In comparison, the attacks of the combined Alliance fleet were puny, barely scratching the now monolithic fleet that had gathered before the gate.
If it was any comfort, the ships streaming out of the gate were getting fewer in number now. But the Neo-Beast already vastly outnumbered the Alliance – four to one to be exact. If the shield went down, the Alliance fleet would be badly hurt.
"Damn it, how the hell did they manage to subvert so many," Eefrit muttered, "Yuno, change of plans."
"I'm all ears."
"Focus all fire on anything larger than a destroyer. Their super capital vessels are responsible for most of the firepower, so we need to knock out as many as we can."
"Got it, relaying updates to Fleet now. Kuun Lan's Siege Cannon is also fully charged, while General Qwaar is moving the Paaura within firing range."
"Excellent, have the Somtaaw siege the Neo-Beast in a simultaneous attack," ordered Eefrit, "Synchronised firing ought to have more effect than individual siege blasts."
"Alright then, I'll let General Qwaar know," Yuno replied as she sent the whole series of updates to the Fleet. She wasn't sure if her stamina could hold out, as the volume of data streaming in and out of the Pride had increased vastly with the addition of the other fleets.
The faintest vestiges of a peculiar fatigue began to show in Yuno, something she had never encountered before.
"No matter," Yuno thought, "I must persevere. This battle will probably decide whether we win this war or not."
Onboard the Shipyard Naabal, Fields of Plaz:
"I'm really sorry Soban, but the attack came too fast," Elohim explained, "There really hasn't been time for us to make those temporary repairs."
"Then what am I supposed to do? Hang around here with my crew while the Alliance fights for survival?" Soban exclaimed, "I need to get out there, they need the Gatekeeper's firepower!"
"Go out now, and all you'll have is a plasma turret," Elohim replied angrily. He had had enough of Soban's insistence.
"Okay, okay. If you can't get the Dreadnaught ready, then is there any other ship which is battle-capable?"
"Well, there's the Horizon…" Elohim's voice trailed off as his wit caught up and chided him for letting those words out. He opened his mouth to stop Soban, but the captain was already running towards the hangar bays.
Elohim rushed hurriedly over to the intercom in a last-ditch attempt to stop the crazy captain. Tuning the volume to the maximum, he prayed for his words to get through to Soban.
"Elohim to Soban, there's no way you can use the Horizon! That thing's not fully repaired yet, we haven't even finished bolting down all the new armour plating!"
As expected, there was no response. Elohim cussed for the first time in decades, then dashed to the bridge controls. Perhaps he could abort the launch if he was fast enough.
Onboard the Koshiir Ra:
Koshiir Ra drifted majestically behind the Sajuuk, its great wings projecting the field that protected the Alliance fleet from harm. It was certainly a godly spectacle – one ship against probably the rest of the subverted Galaxy.
As Kiir found out, even Gods had their limits.
Warning dialogs were screaming at him from nearly every direction. Energy readings of the Koshiir Ra continued to plunge under the unending assault, forcing Kiir to power down non-essential systems.
If the computer diagnostics were right, Kiir could afford to maintain the current field strength only for another two more minutes. Any longer, and he would need to tap into the Grand Core's power output – an unwise decision.
If he used the Grand Core's power now, he would be able to spare the Alliance fleet from harm. But then, Koshiir Ra would have no power left to deal with the Qwaar Jet when it came. Conserve power for the Qwaar Jet, and the Alliance would be vulnerable when those two minutes were up.
The impossible set of choices was exceedingly frustrating for Kiir. He had not expected the Neo-Beast to come out in such force. The gate was no longer spitting out ships, but the grand total now outnumbered their forces by a whopping seven to one.
"Winning the Hiigaran lottery's probably easier than winning this…" Kiir muttered as he adapted and changed the field's shape to compensate for the movements of the Alliance fleet. Now the Alliance fleet had gathered into a single formation before the massive Neo-Beast forces in a bid to focus fire and force their way through the enemy formations. Kiir changed the field accordingly to a spherical shape so as to contain the Alliance.
Hiigaran battlecruisers pounded away at the enemy ships with their long range ion cannons and Arbiter Cannons, while the Taiidan heavy destroyers supported with frequent salvos of their energy burst weapons. The Ukharan vessels, largely made up of frigates, flung plasma bolts at the enemy in rapid succession. As the sleek bird-like Ukharan frigates swept around the battlefield, the Silfarion fighters fought alongside Hiigaran Acolyte IIs and Taiidani missile corvettes outside the protection of the distortion fields. It was a risky manoeuvre, but the only effective way of engaging the massive numbers of infected strike craft.
One more minute to go.
In an attempt to alleviate his worries, the Sajuuk slashed into the seething mass of ships with its Phased Cannon Array again. The vermillion beam of energy cut down many frigates and destroyers, but there were just too many of them. Sajuuk was like a needle trying to severely damage a large metal sphere. Even as the point defences of the legendary vessel fired away rapidly at whatever ships they could hit, it was just not enough firepower.
Kiir saw the Paaura and Kuun Lan move into position, their cannons charging up in a display of light. As if to avenge the fallen Faal Corum, the globes of light discharged and pummelled straight into the core of the Neo-Beast forces. Two blinding explosions ripped through the enemy formation, but the shockwave didn't even manage to reach its maximum range – there were just too many ships absorbing the damage.
For the first time in a long time, Kiir began to fear for their survival. Even if the enemy ships were using standard galactic armors, winning against such numbers would take a long and extremely painful battle. That the organic armor was far more resilient than the average space-titanium alloy only served to make the odds even worse.
15 more seconds.
Kiir took a deep breath and sent the warning. Anytime now, the distortion field's strength would halve and expose the Alliance to half of whatever firepower the Neo-Beast was throwing out right now. Hopefully, Eefrit's tactical management would minimise the casualties, for the honeymoon period was about to end.
5 seconds.
Kiir closed his eyes as the Koshiir Ra went into emergency power mode and cut the distortion field power output.
When he opened his eyes again, Kiir wished he had kept them shut.
A Hiigaran battlecruiser rolled on its side, now in its death throes. The hull was venting plasma from many breaches in its armor, and the engines were completely gone. Moments later, the doomed ship's reactor went critical and vaporised the failing superstructure.
Even as the light from the battlecruiser's death faded away, dozens of other ships began crumbling as the Neo-Beast attacks finally took effect. Defence field frigates leapt into the fray, struggling to protect exposed vessels from the onslaught, but there was just too much firepower – the cerulean spheres collapsed in a matter of seconds.
And he could only watch the scene helplessly.
Onboard the Pride of Hiigara:
The mothership shook as ion beams raked its hull. The armor held, but buckled in several places when another salvo of plasma bolts smashed into the weakened structure. The bridge lights flickered as overloads rippled through the ship systems.
"Damage report!" Eefrit cried, struggling to keep his balance on the rocking floor.
"Moderate damage to outer hull, inner hull breach across 11 decks, hull integrity 86 percent," Yuno reported, "The Pride cannot take this kind of firepower for long!"
"We have to pull back," Eefrit uttered as he scrambled to the flickering tactical screen, searching for a safe location to retreat to, "Yuno, tactical jump to the centre forces around the Sajuuk."
"Acknowledged, initiating tactical hyperspace jump."
The quantum wavefront opened and swept the length of the Hiigaran flagship, but not before another salvo of heavy missiles slammed into the mothership's left side. The gyros' capacities were exceeded and the ship banked sharply to one side, throwing everyone off their feet. Then the violent shudders ceased as the hyperspace module deposited the smouldering mothership beside the Sajuuk, where Karan was making a desperate stand against the unleashed Neo-Beast forces.
"Tactical jump successful, we lost the frigate facility in that last attack," Yuno reported, "100 percentcasualties."
"Dammit!" Eefrit yelled as the numbers came to mind. A few hundred excellent engineers had lost their lives. If they made it through this battle, he would have the grim job of reporting the news to the deceased' families.
That is, if the families were aboard the Legacy during the Exodus. Such was their current situation. Losing this battle not only meant losing the war, but it would wipe out their entire civilisation.
Eefrit scarcely had time to reflect further when Yuno came in with more bad news.
"Emergency alert, hyperspace signatures detected behind the left flank! I am reading one Sajuuk-class vessel among them!"
"By the Gods," Eefrit uttered, "We can't fight a battle on two fronts, not when we're already having so much trouble with one front!"
"Do not worry, Eefrit," Karan's voice came in, "Leave the Qwaar Jet to Kiir and I. However, I must trouble you to deal with the rest of the Progenitor fleet as well."
"My lady, that is more than enough," Eefrit assured, "I'll do my best with the Progenitor fleet, and you can just concentrate on getting rid of the Qwaar Jet!"
"Allies, we have come to help."
Eefrit recognised the voice, or voices, instantly. He was nearly weeping with joy when he saw the T-MAT fleet emerge from hyperspace between the struggling Alliance fleet and the advancing Progenitor fleet. Their numbers had not quite recovered from the Mythra attack, but it was all that the T-MAT could offer in this time of need.
"Admiral Eefrit, we will hold off the Progenitor forces. Karan Sjet, go forth and engage the Third God."
"I thank you for your assistance, T-MAT fleet," Karan replied, "May the Great Maker watch over us all."
Onboard the Sajuuk:
For the first time since the start of the war, the Qwaar Jet opened communications with the Sajuuk. Karan was very cautious, taking care not to open the channel until she had tuned all her psychic defences to the maximum.
"I am Karan Sjet, leader of the Hiigaran forces and part of the Alliance you face today," Karan spoke strongly, "We will stop you at any cost, you monstrosity!"
"My my, what a fiery temper we have here…" the voice replied, "You've come a long way since we last met, Sajuuk-Khar."
Karan was alarmed when she heard the familiar voice. It was the same person who had tried to infect her and compromise the Sajuuk back in Hiigaran orbit. She had assumed that the infected pilot was under the control of the Neo-Beast. Never had she expected him to BE the Neo-Beast.
"I will take great pleasure in tearing your pitiful resistance apart," Kaark continued, "And then I shall take your ship, along with the Koshiir Ra. So you see, uniting the Three Cores is nothing. It is uniting the Three Gods that matter!"
"You'll have to get past me first," Karan snarled as she powered up the Sajuuk's Cores. Both ships flashed into hyperspace as Karan took them to a battlefield where Qwaar Jet couldn't touch the T-MAT or the Alliance.
Both ships emerged from hyperspace on the outskirts of the Plaz nebula. As Kaark recovered from this surprise, Karan readied herself for the inevitable clash.
"Eefrit, Kiir, I leave things in your hands now," Karan whispered.
Then the Phased Cannon Array ripped into the side of the Qwaar Jet.