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    "Professor...Is there a possibility that this vessel can be neutralized from within?" She asked. "If a team can get to a power source to disable the defense systems, our soldiers will have the advantage."

    "I don't know much about the Lyrans ship, I'm afraid." The professor resettled his glasses with a sad smile. "They kept us on the collector ship for most of the time."

    Taionna looked to Janessa and the Dragonoid. She too was surprised to see the warrior to stand down. It was unexpected. Her attention returned back to the plans. "My fighters and bombers did not last long against those turret defenses."

    "It will be a difficult battle, but thankfully our target won't have support. Without cruisers covering this behemoth against bomber attack, we should have a much easier shot at disabling it for the boarding action."

    "However, there is something else. Taionna, we still have the problem of the remaining Ouroboros forces. They surrendered to you and your forces. That is a problem."

    Janessa tapped her fingers on the desk, working over how to proceed before talking again.

    "We need the Kel'Cyre to escort the survivors to a concert world for internment, to make sure they face proper trials. They will only trust you to do this, and frankly, I will only trust you to do it as well."

    Janessa did not say that it also served to protect Taionna from a dangerous enemy who would seek to kill her, and remove the occasionally overly-emotional commander from any tactically sensitive situation.

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    "We need the Kel'Cyre to escort the survivors to a concert world for internment, to make sure they face proper trials. They will only trust you to do this, and frankly, I will only trust you to do it as well."

    Taionna had known the issue with Ouroboros fleet would had come the conversation. Not only for wanting detainment. But imprisoned as well. Her eyes lowered to the table below her. Slowly breathing as she pondered. Her mind had filled with hate when Janessa had recommended for Taionna to escort the surrendered troops of the Ouroboros. Her hands clenching together and fingers pressing on her knuckles.

    'I will not be asked to do this.' Her thoughts rattled.

    Her head raised up and her eyes met with Janessa's. "The troops of Ouroboros will be taken to an isolated world that we use to serve as a..." There was a pause with a sigh. "...Prison Facility." Her eyes lowered once more. "We used several times and can hold the amount of the surrendered troops. The planet is dead and the only way to leave the planet is in a coffin."

    She tapped on the console in front of her and showed a planet of the prison facility. "We call it. "Gurth." And there are no habitants or any existing life. The facility itself is built underground for the prisoners to mine for resources." She looked at Janessa. "Or so we claim to tell them."

    "They are provided with equal treatment." She swiped the image away and relaxes in her seat. "I can have one of our fleet admirals come claim the prisoners and be escorted safely." She crossed her fingers together. "And as for trials...I will be judging their terms. Since they are my prisoners."

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    "We don't have time to wait for reinforcements to arrive." Janessa made a cutting motion with her hand. "The timing to catch Shraplen is increasingly tight. Someone has to sit here and babysit them."

    She looked at Taionna, and played her last card.

    "If you are unwilling to stay and keep watch over them, then I will keep back my own force and take custody over the prisoners. We will escort them to Harsfel, a neutral world owned by the Concert, for internment until the war is over."

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    A heavy sigh filled the room between Janessa and Taionna as the debate of prison situation remained. Taionna leans back in her seat and her eyes placed on Quentin. Her eyes glued on her face, her beauty made her felt struck by lightning.

    Her face, blank like a book with no words. She pondered for a moment once more. "Janessa, you know what that monster had done to our home...my homeworld." She turned her attention to Janessa. "A trial for his crimes is still called upon...if you manage to capture him." Her blank expression turned serious as so did her voice. "You bring him to me...I gave him a chance to surrender...a second will not be considered." She stood up and straightened her uniform. "I will escort the Ouroboros to the prison planet...and "babysit" these criminals." She moved around her seat and looked at Quentin once more before leaving the conference room, along with her guards.

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    No better than you deserve Janessa thought cruelly, enjoying the plain frustration of the other woman. Ever since she had ordered her ships to shield the militia ships, Janessa had little trust for the future Queen. Moving her off the front lines kept her alive, and kept her far away from any future decision.

    "I swear we will do everything in our power to bring the Iron Wolf in alive to face trial before the Concert. But I will still pursue my primary mission, the recovery of the collector ship, and the destruction of his own command vessel. That is all, dismissed. Jump coordinates should be with your navigators already. We will leave the system within the hour."

    At the close of the meeting everyone began leaving the room, Quentin moved to stand up thinking of heading back to her rooms or perhaps spending time with Taionna but felt one of the guards behind her press down on her shoulder. She turned to look at him seeing that he just shook his head then pointed across the room. It seemed everyone had left with the exception of Janessa who still sat in her seat. Quentin looked around waiting for the last of the people to leave then looked to the admiral. “I'm a little surprised we didn't have this conversation earlier.” Quentin said, closing her eyes at the thoughts of what happened on the planet surface. She had heard Arik hadn't made it, he was a good man of the little she had met of him.

    "I've been busy." Janessa sighed, running a hand through her hair before standing up. For a second she turned away, deep in thought, before turning back to face the Lyran.

    "I'm sorry about your ship, by the way. After the Militia nuked the upper orbit, it all went to hell up here."

    She clinched her fist under the table, her knuckles turning white at the thought of the nukes the Uroboros had used. She released her hand and took a deep breath then changed the subject thinking it best not to voice what she wanted done with the Admiral and his tin can of a second in commander. She was already in enough deep water with her own actions she didn't need to be stirring up more trouble. "I"m sorry to hear about the Colonel he was a honorable leader." Quentin said, wondering if there was a relationship between the Admiral and the Colonel, it was well known the Charabidian often had large families.

    "He was a good man, and he will be missed. His service record was one of the best in the Royal Marines." Janessa sat, and fixed Quentin with her gaze.

    "That's why I want to talk to you. I want to hear in your own words what happened down there."

    Quentin took a deep breath, she didn't quite know where to start. "We were able to complete the objective with minimal resistance. The problem lied in the fact that we never were meant to be an occupation force. We took the base but there was no possible way for us to hold it. Before we knew it we were surrounded by a Lyran strike group. They outnumbered us ten to one, the odds of being able to defeat them in a assault were nonexistent which meant the only option was to stall. The only problem was the Lyrans don't stall well. Colonel Arik gave me the comms to attempt a prisoner exchange to buy time. The Lyran's are a harsh people ready to do whatever they need for the better of the Empire. The commander of their forces was willing to attack the base whether there was hostages or not. He believed we wouldn't harm the hostages if they attacked and since they had superior numbers they could recapture the base. Our best chance to survive was to buy time. So I had to give Major Datsun a reason to believe if they attacked the hostages wouldn't survive."

    Quentin paused looking at Janessa trying to judge how she would react but as always the Admiral was a stone wall. She knew there was no point in trying to sugar coat what happened, Janessa was the type of woman that when she asked a question she usually already knew the answer. "I was familiar with the base commander, I knew he was from a prominent family so I reminded Major Datsun of this. Then I shot Verendyre as a threat to show the Lyrans that if they attacked they would loose the hostages. I only wounded him, I never meant to kill him. It was a bluff. One that Major Datsun called and attacked anyway. We did our best to hold them off but like I said we were a strike force not a occupation force. It was sheer luck we managed to hold them off long enough for reinforcements to arrive." Quentin said, her eyes never leaving the other woman.

    When it was apparent Janessa wasn't going to say anything yet she continued. "The only other option we had was to surrender which wasn't really an option. The Lyrans aren't known for taking prisoners, they only do when it suits them. If we surrendered like Major Datsun wanted we would have had a fifty fifty chance of living. We could have walked out of those gates and been taken prisoner or walked out and been taken prisoner then executed. Well our forces would have been executed I no doubt would have been taken prisoner so my execution could be broadcasted over and over again on the State News." Quentin finished still looking at the other woman waiting for a response.


    Janessa let out a long breath through her nose, and a unreadable flash of emotion crossed her face.

    "You shot a prisoner of war."

    It wasn't a question. It was a statement.

    "I had hoped. . . I had hoped that perhaps you were somehow better than your fellow Lyrans. More noble, more honorable." She sighed. "And that misjudgment cost Arik Daysun his life." Her shoulders slumped. "I feel that anything else I say, any way I could try and correct you, would just be a waste of breath. Take her back to her quarters."

    "Do you think the Iron Wolf gives a damn about nobility and honor? This is war against the most ruthless force you've ever seen. I would think after what happened to your people, to the Kel'cyre you would be willing to do whatever it took to stop the Iron Wolf and get revenge." Quentin said, rising to her feet as two guards stepped up behind her each taking an arm. She struggled with them a bit then turned to Janessa. "Tell me admiral is shooting a prisoner of war a more grievous offense then detonating nukes near a damaged ship with escape pods full of my people? Killing many of them. Perhaps if they were Charabidian you would actually give a damn and be dealing with that bastard Shiro instead of scolding me." She turned to the guards still holding her and elbowed one in the stomach getting him to let go of her arm then turned and hit the other with a strong left hook. After that she held her hands up in surrender, "I"m going keep your paws off of me." She said, then started walking toward the door.

    "Stop."

    The two marines stopped dead in their tracks. Janessa, deathly silent, pushed her chair back and stood.

    "The record will show that the prisoner attempted to escape, overpowered one of you, and that I disabled her with a firearm to prevent her escape."

    The two marines looked at each other and took a further step back.

    Janessa drew a pistol. It was a simple, utilitarian gauss flechette pistol. Designed for punching holes in organic targets and not damaging sensitive equipment. The perfect sidearm for a ship board officer. She leveled the gun at Quentin and put her finger on the trigger.

    "Tell me, Quentin. What's stopping me from shooting you right now?"

    Her voice did not falter or raise in volume. It wasn't a threat, it was a question. Delivered from behind a loaded gun, but still a question.

    She turned at hearing Janessa looking at the two guards first who back away, one of them with a trail of blood dripping from his lip. She stood there as the Charabidian drew her gun and spoke again. Quentin started walking toward Janessa until the gun pressed against her chest, right over her heart. "Nothing, absolutely nothing. You want this to be an object lesson show me that I am in the exact same position as Verendyre. You hope to make me see the error in what I did now that I am on the other side. But the truth of the matter is if I was given a chance to do it all over again I wouldn't change a thing. I would do it exactly the same. I will do whatever it takes to save my people from a corrupt government." Quentin said, staring at Janessa, looking her straight in the eye ignoring the gun.

    She leaned in closer to Janessa, pushing the gun further up against her and lowering her voice to a level only the Admiral could hear, "You hoped I was more honorable, perhaps I was once but I lost any sort of honor I had the day I made that radio call to the Concert Fleet warning them of the attack then took up arms against my own people. I walk in the gray area of morality and I will cross that line where others cannot. Deep down inside I think Arik knew that and that is why he gave me the comms, because I can do what others cannot. So shoot me if you must, do what you must to save face to keep order." Quentin said, still looking at Janessa's eyes as she reached up and shifted the barrel of the gun to her left shoulder then dropped her hands to her sides.

    A few moments went by with the two of them staring at each other before Quentin shouted, "Do it!"


    "No." A breath rattled out between her teeth, her mouth relaxing from the snarl. "No, I will not."

    She stepped back from the confrontation and holstered the pistol in one smooth motion.

    "You are wrong, Quentin. If we fight like our enemies, use their tactics, sink to their level, we become no better than them. We are admitting, tacitly, that their ways are superior to our ways. If I act like the Iron Wolf to beat him, I am no better than him. I will beat him, and I will retain my conscience."

    She shook her head.

    "If you can't see that, you are beyond hope."

    "You will lose then." Quentin said, staring at Janessa for a minute then turning from her and walking to the door, not stopping to see if the guards followed her though she figured they were.

    The guards escorted Quentin from the room. Once the Lyran was gone, Janessa sunk, shaking into a chair. She placed her head in her hands and for the first time in the war, allowed herself to weep.

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    The guards escorted Quentin back to her room the one with the split lip looking very angry but doing nothing to retaliate against her though he looked like he wished she would do something just so he could take her down. Once at her assigned quarters she stepped in leaving the two guards outside. Quentin didn't know what her role in the next phase of the mission would be if she even had one, sitting idle wasn't something she was good at so she decided to hit the fitness deck to pass some time. Working out a little of her frustrations would be helpful too. She walked to one of the crates that had been brought over for her from the Octavian’s Maiden and pulled out a simple pair of black training pants and a matching tank top. It only took a couple minutes for her to change into them and pull her dark hair from its normal bun, tying it in a long braid. She finished off with a pair of black running shoes then went to the door opening it.

    On the other side she saw two guards standing there but the one with a split lip wasn’t there seeming to have been replaced with another. No doubt so he could have his lip looked at in the infirmary. Quentin arched her eyebrow at the remaining guards then looked down to the security bracelet still on her wrist. Prior to the incident on Rykuss Prime she had hoped Janessa would finally trust her enough to take it off but after her last encounter with the admiral she doubted that would be happening anytime soon. “You are not free to roam around the ship.” One of the Charabidian guards said moving in front of her to block her exit.

    “Because I am still a prison afterall.” Quentin said, “Aren’t prisoner still allowed recreational time? I am not an expert on Charabidian law but I imagine you have some sort of code of ethics for handling prisoners. I only wish to spend a little time working out. But please feel free to call Admiral Janessa or your supervisor to get permission.”

    The guard conversed with his partner a moment then after speaking into his comms looked back to Quentin. “You are granted one hour on the fitness deck.” His partner stepped in front of her leading the way with the other guard following right behind her. Quentin was glad her crew was aboard the Dawn of Light, where they were being treated as refugees rather than prisoners. The meeting she had just sat in had decided that the Dawn of Light would be moved away from the upcoming battles, both Taionna and her crew would be safe.

    When they reached the fitness deck there weren’t many people there just a few Charabiadians working out. Most of the crew was properly either recovering from the battle or at their duty stations. She moved passed the exercise equipment and to the sparing mats. Off to the edge of the wall were several large glass cases with what appeared to be identical droids inside. They were plain have very few features and appearing vaguely humanoid. She was familiar with the type of droids meant for training in hand to hand combat.

    Her family’s company produced several models of similar droids, though the ones at Sintaris Industries had a more lifelike look to them and could almost be mistaken for a real person. Sintaris Industries had a contract with the Lyran military and most bases had a collection of these droids to train their soldiers. The official name for them was Bionic Instructional Lesson Droids or better known as BIL Droids but were often called “Beat up Billys” by the soldiers. The business woman in her looked at the featureless droids and began imagining Charabiadian features on them thinking if she were still on good terms with her own people and the Charabiadains she might have been able to open a new product line selling the “Beat up Billys” to the Charabiadains. She pushed the thought from her mind though she wasn’t a part of Sintaris Industries anymore, her step father had most likely already made many public statements on her removal from the company and condemned her actions, marking her a traitor.

    She walked over to the control panel and started it up. After programing the control panel she moved to the center of the mat stretching a little as the droids booted up. Her two guards took up a position on the edge of the mat not seeming pleased to be stuck babysitting the Lyran prisoner. Three of the glass cases opened and the droids inside stepped out. They moved in a circle around her and stood still not moving until a buzzer sounded.

    The droid in front of her lunged towards her throwing a punch. She quickly caught it and used the droid's own momentum as she blocked and stepped to the side to throw it to the ground. No sooner then she had finished the move then the other two droids attacked at her. One gave a round house kick to her head that she quickly ducked as the other punched at her stomach. As she ducked she kicked her leg out sweeping the droid that tried to hit her in the stomach knocking it to the ground. The first droid was back on its feet by now and was moving with the second droid both of them coming at her with several punches each of them she managed to block. While she was sparing with the two of them the third droid came up behind her wrapping its arms around her shoulders pinning her arms to her side. She leaned back into the droid behind her and kicked out hitting both of the other two droids in the face knocking them back and to the ground. When her feet were back on the ground she dropped into a crouch leaning to the side gaining enough room to strike the droid holding her in the groin. As it doubled over she used that to throw it across the room landing on the other two droids.

    Two of them stood then moved in her direction again circling around her. The third laid on the ground having been struck hard enough to engage the sensors meant to simulate the pain threshold. The remaining two droids moved together waiting for one to finish an attack which she was able to block before the next struck at her. This continued on for several minutes before they both charged at her. She ran at them jumping up in the air and kicking the first in the chest with both feet before pushing off of it into a back flip. The little bit of distance her last move gave her a moment to catch her breath but it was short lived as two of the droids charge at her again, one aiming series of punches at her head the other striking at her midsection with a kick. She managed to side step the kick and block a couple of the punches but one got through hitting her square in the jaw. It was followed by two more punches one landing on her jaw again splitting open her lip and the other hitting her in the left hard no doubt hard enough to black it. The force of the blows knocked her from her feet and to the mats.

    Quentin was starting to stand up when one of the droids launched itself at her, she had just barely made it to her feet when it made contact knocking her back to the ground. They rolled a few times landing with the droid behind Quentin holding her in a rear choke with its legs wrapped around her thighs pinning them down. The second droid came up to her and began punching her in the stomach. She struggled with them feeling herself growing weak from loss of oxygen. Before starting the match she had quickly read over the safety protocol for the droids and knew if she tapped three times on the droid it would stop, the “Beat up Billys” had a similar protocol but she wasn’t ready to give in yet.

    Using what little strength she had left Quentin tucked her chin then reached above her head grabbing one of the droid's arms and peeling it down away from her while doing her best to ignore the other droid punching her in the stomach. Once the droid's arm was free from behind her head she switched hands pinning it to her side thankfully blocking a little of her stomach so the other droid had less room to strike. From there she tucked her chin more and slid her free hand under the droid's arm pushing it up creating just enough of a space to slip out. Quickly she was back on her feet and spinning a round house kick at the second droid hitting it square in the jaw and dropping it to the ground, setting off it's threshold sensor.

    The last droid lunged at her again but this time she dropped to the ground rolling underneath its steps. Before it could turn around she jumped onto her feet and grabbed it from behind her hand going to its chin and jerking it to the side breaking its neck. She dropped the droid to the ground and bent over at the waist catching her breath. Across the mat she could see the two Charabiadian guards who had escorted her along with the one whose lip she had split watching her the last one looking to be enjoying the sight of the droids beating on her, though now a little disappointed that she had won the match.

    Quentin ignored the three guards and walked back to the control panel bringing up the settings. She hit a few keys and was into the programing setting looking at the design having been impressed with the skill that the droids had. She had sparred quite a bit with the “Beat up Billys” and had to admit they were nothing compared to these Charabiadian droids. She was just barely into the source code when one of the guards walked over to her shutting off the panel. “Your hour is up.” He said.

    She looked up at him thinking to argue as she was curious about the source code and she still had about twenty minutes but decided it was best if she didn't stir the pot anymore she already was in enough hot water. So she just nodded and let the guards escort her back to her assigned quarters where she took a much needed shower.


    Another round of bullets hits my skin. Well, fire away
    Cause today, I won't let the shame sink in. We are bursting through
    the barricades and reaching for the sun.

    We Are Warriors


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    +++Several Weeks Later+++

    "All elements report ready for final jump"

    Janessa nodded her head to her comms officer, taking a last look over this dead system. It had been a useful location to replenish fuel and make final combat checks. As she cast her eye over the red giant that had slowly swallowed its planetary children, she mused on the last conversation she had had with Tharos, and frowned.

    ++++++

    Tharos would be around in the main hanger and pondered of his next move. He stood there with his arms crossed and his head facing towards the barrier between himself and the vast space. He growler when he heard his Clan Master's words echoing in his head. Repeating over and over. His touched his scaly face and sighs in heavy exhaustion. Exhaustion from a life decision he will have to make. A decision that would be decided for the future of his people. He stopped moving when he heard boots behind him. He didn't say a word, instead he remained silent.

    "Sorry about the delay." Janessa sighed. "The other hanger is packed out with crippled ships. We'll get you back to your command as soon as possible."

    She cast a sidelong glance at the towering Dragonoid, then refixed her gaze out to space.

    "I'm no expert on reading your species social cues, but I can tell that something is off. As the Terran's are fond of saying, penny for your thoughts?"

    A soft scoffed was made. Tharos looked down upon the feline. "Why would the Terrans make such a ridiculous phrase?" He asked. Then he shook his head and continued looking towards the stars.

    "Verath has finally conquered our home world and united all the clans under one banner. It is quite a force, and each clan has at least two or five warships." He paused for a moment. "There were hundreds of clans on our planet."

    He lowered his arms and turned to face the cat woman. "They out number the Concert forces all together." He growled as he scratch the back his neck, the sound of his talons scraping against his hide. "I did not expect this." He shrugs again and looked back to space. His mind wondered.

    "If you are counting obsolescent ships, converted civilian vessels and any number of old junkers and rust buckets." Jannessa shrugged. "Its a big force with a lot of firepower, but its fragile as glass. Any major operation against a Concert power and it will shatter, Verath knows that. The front line vessels in that mass are about a tenth of the total, which puts it more comparable to a single Noble Clan and its merchant shipping."

    She tapped her foot on the deck.

    "But you wouldn't be worried about that if you didn't think Verath wasn't about to do something bone deep stupid with all that power."

    "The ships are mostly out of date military warships. Some are ancient. Found beneath the sands of our planet. Old, but tough to destroy." Verath looked at the feline. "The ancient warships were used to raid or declare war on other worlds. From what we can tell by finding the history data banks. These ships were commanded by warlords that nearly decimated your planets." Verath crossed his arms. "Your people were nearly wiped out." He scoffed. "Then the Kel'Cyre arrived and managed to drive us away." He shook his head. "I wondered what happened." He rubbed his chin and looked at the stars. "I have been given a choice...a choice that I cannot make." There was a low growl, then his attention returned to the Admiral.

    Janessa smiled at this interpretation of history. While it was true several clans had struggled with the Dragonoids, and it had been the Kel'cyre who had broken them, the Dragonoids themselves had never been united enough to pose a major threat to the Enclaves. As raiders and pirates they had been feared, but as conquerors they had never been a threat, because they had never been united enough. Until now, and Verath. She followed that chain of thought to its logical end.

    "The galaxy has changed, Tharos." She shrugged. "Our peoples are allies now, or at least friends. The Concert . . . "

    But the concert is dead or dying, at best it is severely wounded. How many other minor powers would now be agitating for more territory and resources. The Charbidians could crush a united Dragonoid empire. They could also smash the outer rim powers. Could they do both, and protect their borders against their neighbors? That was the question that would be asked in the coming years.

    "I'm here if you need me Tharos." She finally offered. "For both our species, I hope the decisions we make are the right ones."

    The Dragonoid merely grunted, and turned its back to face out the hanger bay again, its gaze lingering on the hulks of the battlefield.

    ++++++

    "All ships, jump on my mark. Our target is the Lem-998 system. We will approach the third world in the system, at high speed, for a high speed pass of the objective to cover our landing forces and boarding parties."

    She breathed out, and clenched her fists.

    "All ships, jump!"

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    They had finally run him to ground.

    The fleet swept through the outer system and made orbit over a barren, wasted world, one that clicked and groaned with old radiation.

    "Scans are not returning anything active from the surface, but there is a lot of dust and interference from hard rads. Major storm fronts are brewing up down there."

    "Keep scanning for ground parties." Janessa ordered as the fleet formed up in high orbit. "Push out the fighter picket to 100 kilometers"

    Near space of the world was littered with vast debris fields, shattered metal and ceramics stretching to the horizon in all directions. Some of the debris was little more than dust. Others were tumbling chunks the size of city blocks.

    "What happened here?" Janessa mumbled to herself. Civil war? Some stellar catastrophe? She had invited Professor Grayson to her bridge to serve as an advisor, and the human seemed emotionally overcome.

    "There's nothing here. . ." he muttered, a lump in his throat.

    "Contact!"

    +++++

    It was a snap ambush, brutally fought. The fleet, staggered out to avoid the power of the line gun, had spread its fighter screen as thin as it dared. Now, Lyran single seaters boosted from the wreckage, tumbling with expert skill through the debris fields. Charabidian mechs and Sentinax drone fighters found themselves embroiled in a deadly, close range fight. Looming over the horizon came the Lyran super dreadnought. Behind it, giving off strange energy readings, came the Collector ship.

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    "All ships, jump!"

    Tharos grabbed on the rail as his own fleet followed Admiral Janessa to the coordinates given by her. He also had sent a copy of the coordinates to Verath and alerting him the fleet had begun it's final attack. Within minutes, the fleet arrived to the location. Tharos looked beyond past the observation window and watched as the fleet come across the desert planet. He growled softly as he looked at his crew. "Alert all Dragonoid ships to stay in close formation and ahead of the Concert Fleet." The crew did their work as Tharos stepped down and walked towards the window.

    "Keep following the Charabidians and send out our fighters and bombers." He ordered.

    "Yes Ship Master." The crew replied.

    Several fighters and bombers departed from the hanger bay and followed the others.

    Once the ambush had set off, Dragonoid fighters and bombers joined the fray and opened fire on enemy targets. Tharos watched as the crew remained at their best. His eyes widened when he had witnessed another ship behind the Super Dreadnought. "All cannons, fire on the Super Dreadnought. Burn that mongrels hide!" He shouted.

    The Dreadnought's cannons shifted positions and aimed their long barrels at the enemy. In seconds, a barrage of heavy artillary fired. Round after round, Dragonoid warships continued to fire on the Super Dreadnought. "Contact the Wrathful Hand...Now!" He ordered. He waited for a moment. Before the Admiral could say anything. "We will distract the Super Dreadnought...that other ship is going to be...a big problem." Tharos sighs, "If you have a plan, now is the time to say something." He looked at his second in command and spoke quietly. "Any word from Verath and the Dragonoid war fleet?" He asked. The second shook his head, "None yet Ship Master."

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    As exited the jump Quentin stood on the bridge some distance from Janessa wearing a simple pair of black leggings and a matching tank top. She didn't know if she would be taking part in any of the battles today but wanted to be ready just in case and not have to strip down to her underwear like she had in their first battle. She looked acroos the bridge at the Charabiadian admiral, they hadn't spoken in a week, not since their discussion about Quentin's actions on Rykuss. Quentin wouldn't say she was avoiding Janessa but the odds of them crossing paths had been low. Mostly Quentin stay in her room and the gyms with her only other trips being to the ships cafeteria. She still had a black eye from her training though it was starting to fade. The droids on the training deck were starting to bore her she had learned their tactics and realized they didn't have enough subroutines in them to keep the work out challenging. The sellswoman in her thought again of offering to sell better programs but now wasn't the time they were at war and she didn't have a business.

    Quentin closed her eyes thinking of what she would do when the war was over assuming she lived. Taionna had told her she would always have a home with her maybe she would start a small research and development company. That was if she survived. Quentin still didn't know if she would take part in the batle. Her eyes opened and she looked out at the wasted world wondering what had happened as everyone else no doubt was. She didn't get a chance to voice her thoughts as it was called out that there was contact and the screen lit up with fighters. This was it the battle that would end it all.


    Another round of bullets hits my skin. Well, fire away
    Cause today, I won't let the shame sink in. We are bursting through
    the barricades and reaching for the sun.

    We Are Warriors


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