They were taking hits left and right from the Fourth Fleet, leaving the Third well out of their range, having them eat their dust. The <!--EZCODE ITALIC START-->
Death's Hand's<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> turbo lasers soared left and right, and finally the second Torpedo Ship was destroyed, thanks to combined laser fire from the two Star Destroyers and the mighty Eclipse.
"Sir, we are taking heavy damage to the starboard, shields at 75%!" that blonde haired helmsman reported as the ship shook again, and again from the massive turbo laser shots, but the strike force was fighting their way through.
"Don't give up!" Yelkaden screamed, his face beat red with worry. He was outnumbered greatly, but the enemy ships had made fatal errors against the Rogue Imperial ships...they were boxing themselves in. With the Strike Force in between the Fourth Fleet's ships, and the Third Fleet trying to box them in from the rear, the Mon Cal's were coming in at the star board...but were now being forced into evasive action 'lest ram themselves into the Alliance ships. All the enemies were jumbled together, it was like the time Fearsons had to force his Star Destroyer into evasive action while chasing the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START-->
Millenium Falcon<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->...it worked beautifully.
The wincing continued as the shields began deterierating rapidly, down to 50%...unfortunately, one of the Dreadnaughts could not say the same thing.
The Missile Boats were taking hell for a beating, and were trying desperately to keep themselves alive, having lost all but two of the courageous fighters. Switching to rockets, they had flared several of them at the enemy craft all around them and had now cleared a way for the capital ships of the Rogue Empire. But all forces were so caught up in the battle...they did not realize how close to the Maw they were getting, and already the intense gravity pressure was trying to be fought back by the inertial compensator of the Rogue Imperial bomber.
"Crap crap crap!! Nu 2 you still with me Jas?!" Nu 1 screamed, pulling his ship to level, trying hard to fight off the black holes.
"Yea boss I'm here...arg! We've...gotta' get back...to the ship!" Marduun looked over to his friend's desperate, pleading expression, he was trying to keep his ship steady but it wasn't working.
"We'll make it Jas don't worry!" he said, watching and wanting desperately to help. Of course, he was more assuring himself than his friend...who was not buying it for one second.
"Come...ON!" Nu 2 yelled...but it didn't work, his engine blew out as he tried to hit the slams in unison with a turbo laser blast, he lost it and was being sucked into the black hole.
"JAS!!!!! NO!" Marduun yelled, seeing his wingman being sucked in to the outer space's hungry black hole. "Fight it man, FIGHT IT!" A loud painful scream was all that was heard...and he disappeared. "NOOOO!" Marduun screamed in pain...pain of loss, pain of betrayal, and pain of desire. His hands slammed against his controls, and he spun the whole craft to face the oncoming Alliance forces.
"The super laser is charged Nu 1, get ready for reprisal," the tech officer aboard the <!--EZCODE ITALIC START-->
Death's Hammer<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> reported. Most of the fighters had been recalled, and Nu 1 was no exception...but he was not going to go back. He was going to fight to the end, until he had no choice. He could see the many Alliance and Mon Cal ships too trying to fight the intense gravitational pull of the black hole. Tears soiled his eyes, his brother was dead.