ANS Tiamat

The thousand yard long tri-blade arrowhead designed warship sat floating in the blackness of space. Captain LeFores sat in the command chair, studying the tactical displays and the occasional blossom of light as a ship was destroyed. It was so fast you'd miss it if you blinked, with most of the oxygen being consumed or dispersed. "SARA, any word from Command," she asked quietly, knowing the ship's AI would hear her. "No. Our objectives are still the same," replied a pleasant feminine voice, one that was familiar to Alex as her own. Sighing, some she shook her hands out. "Tactical, please hook into our satellites and probes, realtime, passive scans. SARA, show me the board." 

Ahead of them was the array of the fleet near Gaia station. They'd made a micro-jump from deeper in the system, down the bottom of the well toward the sun, near Venus. The EM radiation had hidden their signature for the most part. A green blip appeared nearby as well, and began moving into an aggressive attack posture. The tag ANS Fenris appeared over it, as a holographic display of the battle began to be overlayed on the display table she had approached while making her orders. "Distance to the two cruisers targeting the Fenris," she asked. "Two mkm." the tactical officer reported. Well within range of their heavy lance. Someone once compared the design to a dragon breathing fire, which inspired the battleship's name. 

"Soon as the Frenris is below the firing arc, I want the main cannon to put a shot through those ships. SARA begin acquiring a firing solution please," she ordered. "Wit pleasure, Captain," the AI responded. "Angel and Bolt squadrons need to be ready for launch. Prepare them for a CAS loadout, but make sure they can ACM if they need to," she relayed to her tactical officer. She received a quick "Aye, ma'am." 

A small display from SARA indicated that a solution had been reached. "Navigation, plot a course to put us between the Fenris and any shooters. We'll get their attention in a minute. We won't have long before we get their attention. I want to make our first shot in this fight be a double knockout."

Glancing up she noted the firing solution and then glanced at the ships' systems. "Alright, bring the magnetic constrictors up. Charge all weapons, raise shields. Set Condition One throughout the ship." An alarm blared and red emergency lights popped on, but the alarms went quiet after a few moments. "All sections reporting ready for combat, ma'am," her tactical officer reported. "Burn them to ash," she ordered. 

At the end of the great cannon a light began to blossom, seeming to gather and grow, pressing against an invisible force, building and brightening, until it was brighter than the sun,. Golden lightning began to crawl along the tines of the ship and arc along the scaffolding, before the front seemed to explode. A lance of tightly compressed photons, muon particles, and energy erupted forward shooting across the distance as close to instantly as they could register. The closer ship was hit amidships. A gout of fire erupted out the side with a ripple of secondary explosions. Engines flared out while the beam continued on, nicking the second ship's accelerator cones. Lightning skittered and crawled over the hull with a few secondary explosions as some systems overloaded. The second ship lurched drunkenly, veering to the side, heading for the first, now stricken ship. 

"Close enough," Alex muttered. "Your move."