"Captain Valorian! You are needed in the comm relay center!"
Null wakes up from his meager quarters a little more abruptly than he would have liked, something that had been happening more and more since the alliance made him captain.
Standing up and grabbing his uniform jacket, he presses the comm with his thumb, "Who the hell is it this time?"
The intercom rang back with his deck officers bell-like voice, "It seems like everyone. You've got messages and briefings waiting from half a dozen battalion admirals asking for assistance. But I knew you wouldn't want to be woken up for anything that wasn't marked time-sensitive."
"Well then why in God's Good name did you wake me up girl!"
"Sir... The investor is currently on the line..."
"Fierfek..." Exclaimed Null, using a madrossi swear word meaning poison. He quickly slipped into his jacket and began buttoning it on his way to the comm center.
"Patch it in!" He shouts upon reaching the room.
A holoscreen powers up in front of him, displaying the static ridden image of a silhouette. Null rolls his eyes. He never could understand the dramatic flair of the galactic underworld. "Valorian... I assume you have heard the recent news?"
"What recent news? I'm on my way back from a mission!"
"Ah yes, so I've heard. That Traxxin terrorist cell seems to have disappeared from my list of competitors... Good thing the alliance stumbled upon a holodisc detailing their location. I can't help but wonder how they got ahold of it though."
"Are you through gloating? Or are you going to tell me what the hell is going on?"
"Then you really don't know? Gaia and Luna are under attack."
Null sits down in the comm chair, slightly taken aback by the news..."Who would dare..."
"Our reports have most humans calling them thresh, not sure why yet, might have something to do with the ship appearances being similar to Thresher Maw's"
Null raises an eyebrow at the ancient video game reference.
"At any rate, I'm sure the alliance has asked you to handle any number of things, given your recent reputation. But I'm going to need you to give our people the priority."
"You've never asked me to do that before..."
"I know, but this time we have to protect a greater investment than our species military. I'm not going to prevent you from doing as you are ordered, but we need you doing our work first."
"What's this investment I'm supposed to be protecting now?"
"Alot of our Board Members have expressed an interest in reviving our superweapon defense programs, given recent events this is to be expected. The specific project, which I wont divulge any unneccessary information to you about, is called project Icarus. Unfortunately our head scientist is currently on Luna, under the protection of the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd marines."
"If he's under military protection, then what's the issue?"
"The alliance cannot find out about project Icarus. You know how they don't like the private sector keeping military secrets. This man is not only the single man capable of making project Icarus a reality, but he also has in his custody the data chips that detail the machines construction requirements. We need him to get out of that damn station. The alliance cannot stick their noses into our resources searching for their saving grace. If they found out we had this kind of weapon, it would be used for the defense of Human Lives over the defense of the resources that would keep the rest of human civilization running. We can't allow that to happen. There's too much at stake. Can you handle this?"
"Yes sir. I'll get your man to the normal drop point at 06-32-6-2-122-2144"
"That's a good enough time for us. Get to it. Investor Board Representative, out."
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"Coming up on our destination captain."
"Navigator. Alter our warp to be a little bit outside of ship attack range at 10,000 kilometers from the lunar space station."
"Yes Sir!"
As the FTL drive activates the second particle accelerator, the entire ship hums with a new energy. But it is short-lived as the ship is within moments breaking out of warp space. The large cockpit window revealing the devastation before them. Calmly, knowing he is out of effective range, Null studies the battlescape before him.
"Mila, those look like plasma bolt weapons? Am I right?"
The deck officer stands up and walks next to her captain, "Yessir, the so-called thresh all seem to be using these weapons."
"How many of them between us and the Lunar station?"
"Only one that we cant sneak past sir."
"Alright, you! Gunnerman with the weirdly flat hair-cut! I want you on the EMP cannon. Have them load one round into the canister."
"One round sir??"
"Yes one! I dont need you wasting ammunition! Now get on the damn gun!"
The gunnerman runs to the cannon control, and preps it for use.
Mila takes a step forward tentatively."Sir... That thing is almost equivalent to a cruiser class if our sensors are correct... and it's sheilds are strong, we don't even know what the likely hood is that our EMP's can actually affect it. Certainly not with a single round!"
Null turns in his captains chair with a wickedly happy smile. "Just you watch... NAVIGATOR GUY!"
"Yessir!"
"FLY US DIRECTLY TOWARD THEIR MAIN GUN! LETS GIVE THESE ASSHOLES SOMETHING TO SHOOT AT!"
Mila steps forward again, this time in incredulance, "SIR??!?!"
Ignoring her, Null continues screaming orders at his crew with his insane smile, "NANO-CONTROL!"
Fearfully, a young crewwoman answers him in a high squeak, "sir?"
"RELEASE THE NANO CLOUD IN A PROTECT FORMATION! FORWARD HULL ONLY!"
Mila grabs the captains sleeve in desperation to make him understand his own insanity, shouting out to him as though it might reach his senses easier that way, "Captain!!! Those are HEAVY plasma cannons! The nano-drones will provide us with SECONDS of protection! Our sheilds? Might as well be tissue paper! We can easily dodge those bolts! We really only ought to worry about the interceptors that craft may have... We could alter our course, take defensive maneuvers and shoot past them straight to Luna..."
"NO! KEEP HER STEADY!"
As the Penumbra sails toward her target, the forward cannon on the enemy ship charges to fire a deadly green bolt, signaling it's impending birth with a bright neon glow.
"AIM THE FORWARD GUN AT ZERO DEGREES!"
Mila tries again to get her commanding officer to see reason..."Sir! Please we have to change course!"
"READY!"
One last time she pleads, using the name she never would use for him unless they were alone... "Null..."
Slightly surprised, Null looks at Mila to find her eyes filled with fear, truly believing they were about to die.
"Null... I... I love you..."
Smirking, Null turns his gaze to the cannon looming in front of him, and watches as the plasma stream fires, quickly burning through the nano cloud protecting the ship.
He turns to Mila, still smiling in a sideways sort of way, and answers her... "I know." 
Then, turning to the window and taking a few steps forward, he shouts one more command.
"FIRE!"

The round rips through the plasma, for some reason ripping the streaming bolt into oozing glowing shreds and globlets floating in space and freezing solid. The crews of the Penumbra and many other ships watch in awe as the bullet travels straight along the beam, slowly making its way toward the cannon.
When it finally reaches its destination, there is a moment where nothing at all happens, cabins and portholes silent with bated breath. 
Then it happens. The entire front end of the Thresh ship implodes, molten plasma gushing from its cracks and breakages. Cheers erupt in many places, but not in the Penumbra. Other crews had the ability to believe that the implosion was meant to happen, but aboard Null's ship, all the crew had resigned themselves to death, believing that the captain had meant to crash them into the hull in blazing sacrifice. They did not cheer, still disbelieving that their lives weren't forfeit.
Mila, being the only crew member not sitting down, collapsed to her knees, and let out a brief sob. Null, seeing this, walks back towards her and kneeling down, kisses the top of her head and leans in to whisper in her ear. "Plasma is guided by Electromagnets. An anomalic EM field in a pressurized tank of ferro plasma will burst the tank. Violently. It's science."
Then, standing up he turns and addresses his crew. "Have the nanos build a comm relay set to patch through this ship. We're gonna put those marines in contact with the fleet. Set a course for Luna-base. We've got a scientist to find." Smiling, Null Valorian walks off the bridge to his quarters, letting the pneumatic door hiss shut behind him.
Mila Fortunis stands, breathing deeply and regaining her formal composure. Looking around she sees everyone still staring at the destruction before them, motionless and in awe, still in the dark about what had just happened.
"You heard the man! Lets get moving people!"
Mila moves to the water tank at the refreshment station and takes a long pull. It was gonna be awhile before they reached Luna. Hopefully long enough for her to regain her nerves...