"Here they come..." "Brigs, this is Keys, are you ready to launch." Several sparks sizzled in the shuttle bay as the doors opened. In the cockpit of the lone fighter in the bay, a young pilot doned his helmet. "Yes sir, I'm ready to go kick some robot butt." "Take it easy, you just need to protect us until we get to the hyperspace coordinates. When we get in position to make our jump, get back on the Era asap, got it?" "Yeah, I got it. Make sure Mach is ready to get us out of here." "I'll be ready, Matt. I'll keep this thing moving as well as I can, but this is just a freighter, it's not gonna help us dodge many shots." "Three of em, coming in high delta formation." (Mach) "I see 'em." (Matt) Matt's fighter opened up its duel rappid shot blasters, cliping the right maneuvering wing off of the leftmost fighter, causing it to vear right and crash into its wingmate. A solid red bolt of energy extended from the human fighter and swept across the lead fighter in the attack group, cutting it in half. "That was too close..." (Mach) The ship rocked violently. "We're to the hyper point, captain!" The captian nodded. "Is Brigs in?" "He wanted to stay and cover the others, but he just entered the shuttle bay." "Then, get us the hell out of here!" "Initiating hyperspace jump..." The ship rocked from another strafing fighter and the ship on its flank erupted into a firey explosion. In an instant, the ship winked from existance with a horizontal flash of light. "How many ships made it, Commander?" "Three, sir." "Three ships..." "Yes, sir. The TRSS Legacy, the AR Gunship TRSS Wolverene, and a class F cargo ship, the Era." The Admiral turned away from the window looking out at the stars. "Where do we stand, Commander?" "We have an AF Frigate, a gunship, and 47 ready fighters, the exact number isn't known yet since we have quite a few that are damaged and we don't know yet how many can be repared. We have twenty class B shuttles and seven class A shuttles." "How about supplies?" "Well, for once I have good news to report. It seems the Era was carrying a load of grain when the evacuation order was given. The ship has enough food to keep us going for a while. Not to mention that they were carying quite a few seedlings we can use to beging growing more." "That is good news. What about weapons?" "The Wolverene is stocked with four hundred light torpedoes, one hundred medium torpedoes, and seven hundred missiles of various types. We have well over one thousand light torpedoes, three hundred medium torpedoes, one hundred heavy torpedoes, and between two and three thousand missiles of various types. Again, final count is pending." "Of course. What about the hostiles?" "Due to the number of explosions at the hyper sites, it will take them quite some time to isolate the hyperspace entry points, and thus the courses of our ships. Even though we couldn't maneuver well at lightspeed, they shouldn't be able to find us for a while, but their ships are faster, so once they find where we are, they'll be here very quickly." "Any word yet from the other fleets?" "Last we heard from Omega fleet they had engaged the enemy. We haven't heard any word from the other attack fleets nor the evacuation fleets. It's possible they were all destroyed. Judging by what happened to ours, it's not so unlikly." "I find it hard to believe they could destroy all of Omega fleet. Psi fleet should have been able to avoid them, and Alpha fleet couldn't have fallen that easily." "True, but we haven't heard from any of them, sir. Until we hear otherwise, we must assume..." "Yes, I know. The question is, what to do now..."