"Hyperspace signature," Hernedes called out. "It's one of ours." There was a brilliant flash of light, and a Galaxy class ship, traveling at tremendous speeds, quickly grinded to a halt, close enough to read the lettering on its saucer: E.F.S. JUNO. The computer beeped, and Cassandra appeared on the viewscreen.
"Admiral, are you alright," she asked, "Do you need assistance?"
"We destroyed the enemy ship,but we sustained heavy damage and suffered casualties," Evans replied.
"We'll escort you to the nearest planet, you're in no condition to..."
Cassandra was interrupted when someone on her ship shouted, "Captain! I'm reading ships coming from one of the planet! Their weapons are...mien Gott, they've got nano-rippers!"
Cassandra went pale.
"Blanket them with fire! Don't let them get in range!"
Brilliant streams of plasma bolted toward the oncoming ships, some hitting thier mark, but the fighters were unfazed, still knifing toward the Juno.
"William, I'll handle the fighters, just get out of here!"
Evans hailed Engineering. "Leiutenant Richtophen, can we jump?"
"Ja, but it'll take longer for our remaining engine to charge."
"Jump as soon as it is, not a second later!"
Tendath shouted, "They're opening fire!"
The fighters sent a swarm of blood-red orbs screaming at the Juno. Most hit the saucer, slicing through the hull like knives through butter, imbeding themselves inside, and exploding.
"Set course for the nearest friendly planet, and increase power to hull plating," Evans shouted.
The fighters flew wildly around the Juno, dodging her plasma fire and pummelng her with their own weapons. Panals of hull were breaking off, and the plasma cannons' firing became more cahotic and desparate by the second.
Cassandra hailed again. She had a bleeding gash on her forehead, and burn-marks on her face. Sparks were pouring from the cieling, and several of the bridge crew were dead.
"We can't hold out much longer! William, you have to j--" A Klaxon blared, and a red warning light blinked.
"Bridge compromised! Hull decompression! We are losi---" The view screen went black, and the bridge exploded, sending huge flaming pieces of the saucer flying away from the ship, which was consumed with small explosions itself.
"Admiral, the Juno is breaking up!"
The scene was horrifying. Enormous cracks shot accross the flaming hulk, with jets of smoke shooting out of them. One of the cannons fired a final defiant shot, destroying one of the fighters, and the once-great ship broke into pieces. Horrified gasps and distraught screams filled the bridge.
Then, a voice from heaven.
"Engineering to bridge! The engine is charged, commencing jump!"
The pilots of the Korx fighters flew past the wreckage of the Juno, ready to fire at the wounded Barbados. Suddenly, there was a blinding flash, and thier prey disapeard.
The swirling colors of hyperspace had an etheral beauty to them, but that was lost on Evans. His ship was pulverised, and the Juno had been destroyed. Did this happen to the other fleets, he thought. The Korx starting to show thier fangs.
The outcome of the war had become far less certain.