The Great Divide

[Ruuku Hollis]

The space in-between Duro, Precopia, and Lujo, a Fringe-held sector was a defining point in the galactic barriers between the factions. It was a precipice where the Galactic Republic, Omega Protectorate, Lords of the Fringe and the One Sith all met. The wars between the Republic and Sith had made this sector quiet, and the Fringe had rarely poked its head near Protectorate business. All was quiet on the northern front for Captain Ruuku Hollis. The war efforts between the Confederacy and Protectorate were pushed in the east, but that didn't leave Protectorate space unguarded. Task Force Ravelin was on a routine patrol between Duro and Precopia..​

Lieutenant Junior Grade, Haelen Locks craned his neck and reported to Captain Hollis, "A whisper, sir, near Lujo. We have probes en route." Hollis stood at the forward-center of the bridge, gazing out the vast viewport that gave him unprecedented vision. Hollis answered, "Negative, Lieutenant. Relocate the probes to the edge of Protectorate space, and not an inch further. The last thing we need during wartime is waving fire at the Fringe." Hollis moved towards the bow of the ship, placing a firm hand on the navigational officer as he stared out into the void of space. The OP Heracles Might led the Task Force. A total of 24 vessels under the control of Hollis, or as some officers liked to count, 9,945.8 meters.

Captain Hollis retreated from the navigational seat and moved towards a large holographic projector. It displayed for him watered-down information on his ship and those under his wing. The elderly Captain was seventy-one this year, but his mind and body was as sharp as any young man. Hollis placed his index finger upon a small button, igniting a transmission to the OP Dawn Till Dusk, "Captain, change your trajectory and link up with the Task Force." The Light Star Destroyer had been performing a long-range patrol away from the main cluster. Hollis rested into his leather chair, watching the information dribble down the projector as the endless ocean of space sat in the backdrop. He rested a thumb upon his chin, waiting, wondering. Just what it might be where the four factions connected.

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Spoiler

9,945.8m

Star Destroyer

Indomitable-class Star Defender
[OP Heracles Might]

Light Star Destroyer
Kerrigan-class Star Defender
[OP Dawn Till Dusk]




Kerrigan-class Star Defender
[OP Warrior of the East]

Cruiser
Horn-class Escort Cruiser
[OP Nexu]




Horn-class Escort Cruiser
[OP Fukuhara]

Shield-class Cruiser
[OP Besieged]

Shield-class Cruiser
[OP King's Crown]








Frigate
Relentless-class Assault Frigate
[OP Killingsworth]

Relentless-class Assault Frigate
[OP Belmont]

Relentless-class Assault Frigate
[OP Babylon]

Telum-class Frigate Mk II
[OP Al'Khazar]

Telum-class Frigate Mk II
[OP Galahar]

Nebulon B9 Frigate
[OP Oren]








Corvette
Blockade Runner
[OP Doctor]

Blockade Runner
[OP Force Bane]

Blockade Runner
[OP Watchmen]

Blockade Runner
[OP Oliver]

Blockade Runner
[OP Laos]

Blockade Runner
[OP Palompon]

Myriad-class Corvette
[OP Cebu]

Myriad-class Corvette
[OP Awobakal]

Myriad-class Corvette
[OP Mid Point]

Watcher-class Corvette
[OP Pelican]

Watcher-class Corvette
[OP Hobart]

 

[Sheff Zee]

The Sith Pureblood wasn't one that calmed down easily. Not when he had experienced his first battle weeks ago whilst he lead a fleet. He had been the Commander, he had lead his forces into the abyss, and simply for that sole reason he was glad. Soon, he was certain that he'd be a force to reckon with when it came to battling the Galactic Republic.

Looking up the holographic display of space before him, he saw that there was a place in the Galaxy where four factions met. Four superpowers could undoubtedly clash and grind each other to space dust. It simply screamed an opportunity for his next engagement, and so he had headed there.

Hours Later.

Malphas's fleet came out of hyperspace without much of a hassle. In the distance there were ships that was for certain, he had ensigns screaming at him telling him how many there were, there sizes, what category they would fit in but he hardly listened to them. He only had eyes for the fleet ahead, and hands clenching the arm rests of the command chair, he smiled. "Hail them." Was the order that was issued from his mouth to the nearest communications officer.

Once it was ready, Malphas began.

Greetings, I hope we did not take you by surprise. Oddly enough his voice sounded genuine. I'm curious as to the name of the leader of this force. His end of the transmission cut out and he awaited the response if there would be one.

"Make sure the computers read everything." Of course he spoke of all data that would inevitably be transferred once the fighting began. What strength shields were at, captain's logs possibly, even who shot first if the future demanded it. It simply wouldn't do to be arrested and promptly executed simply for being a Sith.

Despite wanting to tread carefully in such a situation, Malphas's fleet was already moving into an attack formation while they started to drift closer, not yet in range of long range weapons.

[member="Ruuku Hollis"]

Spoiler

9978m

3x Dark Blade Dreadnought
5x Razer-Class Frigates
7x Vanguard-Class Heavy Frigate
2x Skarr-Ro’ik Carrier Analog

 

[Ruuku Hollis]

The science officer tapped away at his control station. His legs were spread slightly apart and there seemed to be a nervous tick about him. He didn't turn to look at the Captain this time. This was his first encounter with an unknown fleet. There was no knowing if they were hostile or not. "Another whisper, sir." Silence filled the air as the officer murmured quietly to himself, "Wait..." Hollis looked to the viewport, watching curiously. Where once there was darkness, it was now filled with a foreign fleet in Protectorate space. "Detecting multiple hyperspace reentries directly off our battle cluster!" the Lieutenant shouted across the bridge. "Incoming transmission, sir," a communication officer peeped. "Patch me through," Hollis ordered.

All remained quiet on the deck as seconds felt like hours. A voice broke the silence, "Greetings, I hope we did not take you by surprise. I'm curious as to the name of the leader of this force." Hollis stood from his chair, clasping his hands behind his back as he addressed the man. "This is Captain Hollis of the Heracles Might. This is Omega Protectorate space. I request your name and affiliation before I can allow you to proceed any further." Hollis turned to cut the audio-receiver so that the other end may not hear any further than that. The Captain hailed the OP Dawn Till Dusk, "Form a defensive permitter around the cluster. Put those shields in the forefront, Horns and Kerrigans flanking me. I want the rest behind my back. I want all hands on deck. Bring all pilots up to speed for immediate deployment on my command." He hadn't ordered any form of attack or shown aggression. Hollis was currently on the defensive, acting passively.

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[Sheff Zee]

Thankfully the Sith Pureblood was concealed with his regular every day durasteel helmet upon his head with a black cowl concealing the top of it and his standard black cloak concealing the rest of his body. Underneath it, he decided to adopt the regular Vonduun Skerr Draxus. If there was ever a need for a quick escape, it would surely be handy.

When the immediate response had been given, sensors started to tell him of the ships moving into a defensive formation. Of course they would, naturally. It wouldn't be right to move into an aggressive form whilst your would be enemy preparing to engage you. Unless you were certain that you'd overpower them in a matter of a few moments.

It was odd though, Malphas was unsure as to who held the advantage in their current situation. Sensor readings being read out from ensigns and officers told him that the opposition's ships had powerful weaponry, but the One Sith ships were made for assaults. They were made for quick and hard strikes. A single Dark Blade was the equivalent of the ancient Star Destroyer, but three would be... Glorious in combat.

"I'm under the impression you do not have interdictition capabilities, Captain. What's to stop me from jumping into hyperspace now?" From there, he turned off the transmission. It wasn't a true question that required an answer. It was rhetoric, Malphas didn't want an answer either.

"Send our carriers from the centre of the fleet to the back of it." Pausing for a moment, he gave it a moment for the orders to be sent before he gave his next one. "Reverse thrusters. We will take the spot that the Carrier Analogs held. Give them orders to deploy their starfighters." Most likely at that point he sounded arrogant for simply saying 'starfighters,' since that would usually be used to describe mechanical ships, but the Yuuzhan Vong were one with the One Sith now. Those on board would have to deal with it. "The other two Dark Blades flanking me, Razer's forming a screening around the Dark Blades, specifically around us. Vanguards at the front."

Malphas was anything but unpredictable, he was still a novice at space engagements, but he was learning as he battled. "Vanguards deploy their gunships. Have them form a screen around the Vanguards. Razers standby for deploying fighters." For a moment he paused, and one of his communications officers, Antony if he was correct told him that they were in range of the enemy at that point.

Saying nothing, Malphas rubbed his jawline hidden by his helmet and the upper part of his cloak. Just from simply looking through the viewport, he saw the Razer's had formed around the Dark Blades, the two other Dark Blades were at the sides and a little bit ahead of the flagship. The Razer's also had a clear firing line through the Vanguards and their gunship screen. They were ready.

Waving a hand, he gave the order for another transmission to be sent.

"Enjoy your day."

Then it was cut.

And the Vanguards opened up with ion cannons upon the shields.

[member="Ruuku Hollis"]

 

[Ruuku Hollis]

The voice returned, "I'm under the impression you do not have interdictition capabilities, Captain. What's to stop me from jumping into hyperspace now?" Hollis had a feeling in his gut he knew exactly what this meant. Fifty years of experience under ones belt tended to give them that. It was common practice among officers, albeit criticised by superiors, to use your gut instincts. That is exactly what he was about to do. The man had hypothesised escaping through hyperspace, but a tone like that mean't two things. He was cocky and planned to open fire, or he was arrogant and planned to attempt an escape. On one hand, the man would escape and patrols would go back to normal with a lot of paper work explaining the situation. On the other hand, his ships faced a threat. A threat he couldn't allow even a sliver of a chance.

Hollis turned to the communication officer, "Lieutenant, cut the feed. Order all pilots into their fighters. Bring the ships to Combat Alert. Order the Besieged to deploy shields and have Kings Crown fall behind the Besieged as secondary shields." The Captain turned to the forefront of the ship, ordering the navigational officer, "Activate full thrust." Hollis indicated to the weapons control officer, "Ready all armaments. Prepare the Javelins to fire on the smaller vessels. Activate shields at mid-strength. I don't want those javelins blowing a hole in my engine." He rounded to the communication officer once more, "Align the Kerrigans on my port and starboard. I don't want any incoming fire. Horn cruisers are to accelerate and stand on the far port and starboard of the shields. If the enemy deploys fighters, they won't be getting past. I want all corvettes acting as escorts for those cruisers, Lieutenant. Organise the Relentless and Telum vessels to stand in-between the Horns and Kerrigans. I want to cover as big a field as possible, boy."

As the Besieged began to deploy shields, a tremendous blanket of yellow energy began to unfold over two kilometres. It covered a massive swath of space, keeping the Omega Protectorate fleet well covered behind it. A crewman looked up from his station, "Incoming transmission." Hollis moved to his Captains chair, taking a seat. He motioned his hand, "Proceed." The voice returned, and something about his tone churned the stomach of Hollis, "Enjoy your day." The science officer leapt from his place, "Sir! Incoming ion cannons!" Hollis turned in his chair, observing the holographic projector that displayed the battlefield for him. Chht! - "This is First Lieutenant Vsair of the Besieged, we're under enemy fire!" - Chht! Hollis watched through the viewport as explosions tore across the massive shield. Ion cannons were good for shields, but not much else. They knew what they were doing. A shower of energy crackled across the yellow blanket. Chht! - "We're losing power, shields reaching critical failure!" - Chht! The shield suddenly began to fold in on itself, dwindling with every second until there was nothing left. Without hesitation, Kings Crown deployed their shields while the Besieged fell back. All the while Task Force Ravelin continued its approach.

A swarm of angry wasps burst from the hangers of every vessel of the Protectorate fleet. One-hundred and eighty fighters began to disperse into space, remaining behind the safety of the secondary shield as the Besieged recuperated. Hollis sat at the edge of his seat, eager. He watched patiently, as attentive as a hawk was to its prey. "Heracles Might to Kings Crown, do you copy, over?" Hollis hailed the shielder. A few seconds of silence was followed by a response from their captain, "We're a bit under stress at the moment, how can I help you?"
"On my mark, disable your shields and redeploy them. Do not wait a second to redeploy them. I want an instant reactivation of those shields, Captain."
"Yes sir, on your mark." Hollis turned to Weapons Control, "Prepare the javelins to fire on my mark." The Captain turned to watch the viewport once more as the Kings Crown came under fire. The Javelin Hypervelocity Cannons were faster than any weapon the Protectorate possessed. It travelled at one-percent the speed of light. In other terms; 2,997 kilometres a second. It was the only weapon fast enough to utilise during such a tactic. The enemy wouldn't be expecting this, and when those shields went down, it would be too late for them to react.

"Mark," Hollis shouted. The shields went down for a fraction of a second. No faster than the blink of an eye. It appeared as though it had shimmered. The Indomitable-class Star Defender lurched backwards at the behemoth pressure of two heavy hypervelocity guns firing simultaneously. Six rounds in total, directed towards two Dark Blade Dreadnoughts. Field testing had initially reported successful strikes. Two shots would evaporate a ships shielding whilst the third round would cut through the hull of a ship like a knife with butter. Hollis curled his fingers into the leather of his chair, awaiting to see first hand if the reports were true. "Besieged, damage report," Hollis demanded.
"Shields at forty-eight percent, sir."
"Get in there and help the Kings Crown," the elderly man ordered. He watched from the viewport as the Besieged began to accelerate towards Kings Crown who was suffering brutal attacks, and soon it's shields would fail. Besieged activated it's shield blanket, strengthening the secondary. Only a few more minutes and they would be upon the enemy. Just a few more.

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Starfighters

Spoiler

Based upon the numbers of starfighters within the hangers of each of my ships as per the factory submission, I hold the following;

Fighters
x60 OS-G1 Guardians
x32 Peregrine-class Gunships
x24 Peregrine-class
x24 OS-I1 Rangers
x24 OS-B1 Avengers
x4 Strike-class Corvettes

Bombers
x12 OS-B2 Crusaders

 

[Sheff Zee]

From the retreat of the first shield ship, Malphas's response had been arrogance. He had expected the shields to drop quite quickly, with so much fire upon it, there was no way it could last for more than a few moments, but what was unexpected was the sheer firepower that was the hypervelocity cannons tearing through both of the Dark Blades on either side of Malphas's flagship.

"All power to forward shields." The command was quick, it had happened in that moment where he had gotten the report of the shield dropping. Of course he had practically been too late when he had given the order. The shields of the Dark Blades were shredded, before they could even re-route power to shields the final shots had simultaneously come and crashed into what had once been the backbone of the One Sith Armada.

Eyes widening in obvious shock, hands clenching around the arm rests he did his best to stay calm. "Status report!"

"Enemy ships are rotating each other out to recharge shields, sir!"

"Vanguards finish off those ships with weakened shields. Two proton torpedoes for each." If the power of the proton torpedo was correct, with the sheer firepower of the ion cannons wreaking havoc upon the shield ships, then they were hopefully going to put them out of the fight. Permanently. Temporary was good enough however. "The rest of the fleet, advance. Bring the carrier analogs to the front. That ridiculousness isn't happening again." His voice was filled with anger, if he was proficient with the ability of battle meditation then it would be employed at that moment. He would crush the morale of his enemy's forces, but he couldn't.

Too late to complain now.

While the whole of the fleet began to move closer to the Omega Protectorate's the Vanguards finally fired two of their heavy long-ranged mass drivers. Seven Vanguards, two shots each. A devastating amount of fire power, spread throughout the rest of the enemy's fleet.

There was a single shot spared for every Horn cruiser, one for both of the Shield ships if they weren't finished off, if they were then the drivers would have certainly plunged through the heart of the enemy's fleet. The purpose was to strip them of their shields as fast as possible so that the deployed Coralskippers could get to work upon the enemy's starfighters. Whether it worked or not, the coralskippers were already maneuvering their way through the ranks of the One Sith Fleet.

The rest of the mass drivers that had been fired were heading straight towards [member="Ruuku Hollis"]'s ship. With shields at half strength, then it was the ideal time to strike at the clear command ship if sensors were telling the truth, and Malphas leaned back into his chair as he watched. "Carrier Analogs take up the position of the former Dark Blades." His voice had a regretful tone to it, but it was a necessary loss if truth be told. When the Carriers were in position, flanking the flagship and to the side, they soon started to move further ahead and to the side as if screening the command ship.

In those few moments, the Sith Pureblood had most probably released everything his fleet had to offer simply to decimate the enemy as quickly as possible. Foolhardy, most likely.

 

[Ruuku Hollis]

Weapons Control Officer turned to Hollis, "Captain, the javelins will be down for nine minutes before they'll be ready to fire again." Hollis turned his head to the human, "Direct all shields to the bow of the ship. I want full strength. I don't want those cannons damaged, Lieutenant." Chht! - "Incoming torpedoes! Reverting to auxiliary power." - Chht! Hollis conferred with the commander of the Besieged and Kings Crown, "Cut your thrusters. Throw everything you got in those shields, son." Hollis reclined in his chair, motioning to a crewman, "Organise boarding parties. I want all starfighters to escort the dropships until they board the enemy. Keep them covered. Set trajectories for the flagship. I want the Captain alive." Hollis spun around, hailing the Shield-class cruisers, "Lieutenant, get your people into your designated dropships. I'm ordering you drop everything and evacuate, now."

Hollis could do nothing but watch as the Shield-class cruisers began to tremble as their reactors began to overheat. The entire ship had gone dark but for their failing shields, now twinkling under the constant harassment of enemy fire. The first torpedo struck and the shield faltered. The Protectorate Fleet was almost upon the enemy. Just a few seconds more. The second torpedo struck, not only blowing a hole through the shield but destroying both the cruisers in a burst of twisted metal. No crew had managed to evacuate in time. The Shield-class cruisers were gone, replaced only by an asteroid belt comprised of shrapnel and corpses. This was where the real slug-throwing fest began. Hollis stood from his chair, roaring to his crew, "All batteries, open fire!" Six blockade runners accompanied by three myriad and two watcher-class corvettes raced forward with the entire might of the starfighter corps, hiding behind their numbers were the boarding craft. The blockade runners were designed for anti-starfighter combat, meaning to get themselves in the thick of the fighting.

The ship was rocked by incoming fire. Hollis stumbled and maintained his footing with the aid of his hand on a chair. Concentrated fire from the Indomitable was joined by that of the duel Kerrigans and Relentless vessels. Their targets were the immensely smaller Razor-class Frigates, attempt to annihilate the smaller ships of the enemy fleet before tackling the larger ones. Hollis called it the 'Legless Man.' A tactic he had utilised only once before. A human was a stoic creature that was held up by relatively thin legs. The bulk of the creature was supported by those two beams. Take away those two support structures and the human will suddenly become less of a threat. Even when the big ships were the ones to pack the biggest punch, it was the harassment of smaller craft that had the chance to sway the tide of battle. Hollis wouldn't allow it them the chance.

Hollis stood at the bridge, listening to incoming transmissions from the two Horn vessels as they reported critical shield damage, while the Indomitable managed to support seventy-percent consistency in shield generation. "Order the Telum and Relentless to supply suppressive fire to any starfighters that get near them. I want the Horns to focus on anti-starfighter combat. I need them to watch their crossfire, they're paving the path for our boarding craft." Weapons Control turned to the Captain, "Six minutes left on cool down." Hollis began to coordinate an attack on the secondary Carrier Analog. While the majority of cannon fire was directed towards the Razors, Hollis planned to use what he considered an uppercut against one of the meatiest ships. "This is Hollis to Warrior of the East and Dawn Till Dusk. Prepare your mass drivers for a specified target. I'm sending you targeting data now. Pivot your ion canons from the Razors onto the carrier before opening fire with the drivers. Heracles Might will help you bring down its shields before you make the final blow." Orders were confirmed by receiving officers. Hollis kept the transmission open, "On my mark."

Two Kerrigan-class Star Defenders accompanied by the Indomitable-class Star Defender turned their fire onto a single Skarr-Ro'ik. Sixty dual ion cannon turrets from the combined forces of the Warrior of the East and Dawn Till Dusk opened fire with the aiding twenty-five heavy dual ion cannon turrets from Heracles Might. "Mark," Hollis said. The concussive force of sixty heavy mass driver cannons from the two Kerrigans was enough to not only force the ship backwards, but it was enough to make even the Heracles Might tremble. They were on the offensive, and hard. Hollis was about to take the fight to the captain, with almost eight-thousand troopers spread across one-hundred and eighteen dropships ready to board the enemy flagship. All Hollis had to do was distract enemy starfighters and keep the big ships occupied, and wait it out.

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Starfighter / Boarding Craft stats

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Starfighters
Fighters
x60 OS-G1 Guardians
x32 Peregrine-class Gunships
x24 Peregrine-class
x24 OS-I1 Rangers
x24 OS-B1 Avengers
x4 Strike-class Corvettes

Bombers
x12 OS-B2 Crusaders

Total starfighters:
180


Boarding Craft
68 M32 Agrevant-class Dropships (72 troopers per dropship) Total - 4896
20 M59 Raven-class Dropships (96 troopers per dropship) Total - 1920
30 M47 Dropships (36 per dropship) Total - 1080

Total Boarding Craft:
118

Total troopers:
7896

 

[Sheff Zee]

The enemy fleet had been hit heavily, but they were still coming. The Sith Apprentice's gaze wavered for a moment as he watched the holographic representation on-screen in front of him, it was transparent so he could still see out of the viewports, but it was visually disturbing if he actually tried to focus upon the outside world.

When the enemy began to focus fire upon the Razers, the Sith Apprentice stated calmly, "bring the Razer's behind the Carriers, the Carriers shall take their place." Was the order and he watched as it occurred, several of the frigates were already reporting heavy damage. If he hadn't delivered that rapid order then they would've been overrun quite fast, and then one of them disappeared in a flash of light. Another kept reversing until it was directly in front of the flagship. It was clear that it was heavily damaged from the lack of shields. But it held it's ground, far enough away so that if it did explode the shockwave wouldn't damage them.

At this point however the Skarr Ro'ik's were now completely blocking the flagship. "Vanguards, finish off their cruisers with mass drivers. They've lasted too long." He finished just as soon as he got a report of a Vanguard taking heavy damage. It had to hold out, but the reports of heavy damage kept coming in from that Vanguard in the centre position. The ship re-routed engine power and all other unnecessary power to forward shields. When many ships of the Omega Protectorate's Fleet started heading forwards quickly, and opened what appeared to be all batteries that's when all fighters pushed ahead.

Many of the mechanical and technological ships had been shot down, although the Coralskippers clearly lasted longer thanks to their own shielding technology. The Coralskippers that had been targeted defended themselves from the sheer number of Protectorate starfighters with their dovin basals. Surely some of them were overwhelmed by the anti-starfighter corvettes, but they continued on anyway. For the most part however, the two hundred forty Coralskippers that had been deployed had previously formed two gigantic wedges, and they cut huge swathes through the enemy starfighter's once they had bypassed them. Behind those Yuuzhan Vong Starfighters however were the rest of the starfighters from the rest of the fleet. They split off eventually and began to pepper the anti-starfighter Corvettes and the enemy starfighters and bombers if they came in contact with them. Simply with the Coralskippers, Malphas was certain that he had the advantage in that case.

Then he got the reports of the dropships incoming, and then the Coralskippers began the attack on them. If they were attempting to land in the One Sith's Fleet, they were going to have to be stopped at every point. "All ships close hangar bays. Leave no doors open for them. Get the repair droids to get to fixing things faster." The orders had been transmitted.

"Have all ships fire on those ships." Malphas ordered, the ships he was indicating to were the Telum and Relentless ships. They would harm the advance of his starfighter's might, and that simply wouldn't do in his mind.

Without his order, Malphas took note of one of the Skarr Ro'ik's moving out of position, but still covering his ship for the most part, and moving closer to the other Carrier. He didn't question it, the Yuuzhan Vong were able to act on their own in most cases. A single one of those Carier's was certainly able to hold them. "Sir, they're targeting one of the Carrier's! They're firing!" The ensign screamed, and Malphas watched on the holographic display, and he practically leapt out of his chair from the tone. It shocked him, he truly sounded scared, not to mention Malphas wasn't sure of the abilities of the Yuuzhan Vong that followed the Myrshavong.

Then reports spoke of singularities opening up. The targeted Skarr Ro'ik utilized all forty five of it's dovin basals to protect itself from the power of the mass drivers. The majority of them had been handled by the dovin basals, miniature black holes opening up thanks to the Yammosks controlling them and what appeared to be consuming the mass drivers. The primary skarr ro'ik that had moved into position, finally able to get into it's position, those mass drivers that weren't stopped by the second Carrier were stopped by the first one for the most part. The dovin basals of the first one had it's own dovin basals opening thanks to it's war coordinator and bent those shots that had been too far away to actually stop wholly. In some ways, it sacrificed itself to share the damage.

The ion cannons that had been allowed to hit the ships did little to anything to the organic structure that was the Yuuzhan Vong ship. They were organic, not technological, the purpose of the ion cannons in this case were null, but even so only a handful were stopped. Despite that, the previously firing yaret-kors had stopped firing their plasma cannons.

"Razers open fire with everything on those ships. Fire the Vanguards Ion Cannons upon those ships as well. Bring them down." The orders had been sent, and then the Razer's fired everything. Missiles, ion cannons, turbolasers, and Quad Laser Cannons. The Vanguards added their own Ion Cannon power at the enemy. The Vanguards Gunships added in their own firepower, but instead of on the Kerrigan, this time on the Blockade Runners. With more than one hundred of them, there would be a problem for the enemy.

For the most part however those same gunships remained in a defensive position against the enemy dropships.

The target? The Kerrigan that was the closest to the Flagship. With so many ships firing on a single ship, it was finished. Concentrated fire was a beautiful thing, as the enemy Captain would soon learn.

The Skarr Ro'ik's deployed it's dropships and began heading towards the enemy flagship. Due to the lack of 'support' troops, they were instead replaced with Yuuzhan Vong Warriors and Myrshavong Warriors.

The Flagship, Malphas's ship began charging it's Hypervelocity Cannon.

Starfighters

Spoiler

x240 Coralskippers.
x60 Bilge Fighters.
x48 Yorik-Tremas. - 288 Myrshavong Warriors, 1440 Yuuzhan Vong Warriors
x112 Gunships.

[member="Ruuku Hollis"]