Chapter
Fourteen:
All of Indosyne
A large fleet of warships dropped towards Chilaquand.
"Patriarch Delagin, you may want to see this!"
Récord-Patriarch-Delagin gazed at the huge Cladlen blockade.
"All right. Alert Akimin and Gorban. We'll have to fight our way through."
At that point, a slew of various voices erupted over the ship's communications, punctuated by long screams.
"This is Asindir-Patriarch-Nimoc! Send all support, we are under attack! Repe-"
The message cut off, and all eyes turned to Delagin. It was well known, at least on this bridge, that he and Nimoc had been friends for over three decades. Anger imbued flames in the eyes of Récord's patriarch, and he issued a command.
"Launch all fighters! At them, now!"
Another voice rang out over the sounds of battle. "Glad you could make it, Delagin. We need all available help here!"
"By the High Elder, Suligan, did you do this all yourself?" asked Koril-Patriarch-Akimin, gazing at the debris field.
"Not alone!' shouted Cain, as a slew of Zancron's fighters screamed out of the sky. "After Nimoc died, we were sent up here. Nimoc had said that 'all of Indosyne would be coming!'"
"He's right. We're here! Suligan, you stand not alone! Three more have returned home!" replied Agoth-Patriarch-Gorban.
"Launch the fighters. Break us a path down there."
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Algoshire ran to Elephande. "Altoda is around two weeks out."
"Very well. He will come when he will come. As for me, I will wait, and endure."
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"Suligan, watch yourself!"
"By the High Elder, there's more of them!"
"Every time we destroy one, three more come to replace it!" yelled Cain. "We can't fight like this!"
"Need some help?"
"Depends on your version of help, Eracil!" laughed Suligan.
"How's this? Alsirsed, maintain your course. Fire on my mark!"
Eracil was halfway to the fighter bay before these words left his mouth.
"Mark!"
A dozen of the Cladlen's capital ships exploded under Eracil's furious attack. Eracil himself, like Suligan, was in the melee. Suligan was the youngest leader out there, but he was in charge. And as immature as he was bound to be, there was a side of Suligan few had seen. In a tactician class at the main academy in Relenda, he had finished second. Although all of his time was spent on the ground, Suligan's ascension to patriarch of the legendary Suisane herd was remembered as one of Afrin's best decisions. In short, Suligan was a tactical genius.
Now, his tactics, plus the added strength of four different fleets, gave him the upper hand. A line of capital ships exploded, and the leader of Zancron sped away.
"Three more down. I took them out with one shot!" he boasted.
Suligan laughed. "Interesting, General. Might be a new record, but I don't know."
His fleet fired, and the last capital ship exploded.
"Delagin, you're clear! Get down there!"
"Right. Travata, on me!" cried Cain. "We'll cover you, Patriarch!"
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Algoshire gazed at the sky.
"Appears to be four different herds. By the insignia, I'd say all but Siansane have come."
"Elephande, Rebomo is bogged down on Balecroft!"
"Balecroft?" asked Cain. "That's two weeks away!"
"We'll last," stated Elephande.
Another voice split the silence.
"Am I late?"
"Rebomo! You were on Balecroft!"
"Yeah, almost a week ago. I followed Elriza here."
"Indeed? Well then, all of Indosyne is now with us."
"Excellent. I'll join you down there, Elephande."
"I'm afraid I can't stay. Our success is based on whether or not I get to where I need to be tomorrow."
"Then may the High Elder be with you."
"At this meeting, he will be."
"Then good luck."
Elephande laughed. "I'll need that, as well. Zambiandë! We're off!"
"They await us."
The two brothers flew towards a well-known, but rarely traveled part of the galaxy. The final reunion was starting.
