[center][h3]Kibō-hosh[/h3][/center]

Ciaca sat in the central seat on the bridge of her destroyed, wired directly into the ship's systems with her eyes closed, her mind reading every bit of sensor data flawlessly as only an Abh's could. The rest of the crew was only staring at their readouts as a formality, being the skilled pilot she was, Ciaca could fully merge herself with the ship. It was an ability only earned after innumerable hours of practice, and very few Abh had it.

[i]Oh, another fleet blocks our path to the hasichi? The friends of our enemies, given the odd configuration. No matter, we'll punch through them too![/i]

As the Draconian drones came closer and closer, a small opening at the center of the destroyer began to glow a bright orange. A pulse of orange light was fired from it, destroying multiple drones right on front of the destroyer. Its cannons opened fire, bolts of the blue argon plasma hitting their target drones perfectly every time, bringing them down with ease. The other nine ships opened fire with their own plasma cannons, streams of plasma bolts forming walls of weapons fire that shredded anything that dared to enter them.

Though the drones were dropping like flies, they came like ants from a destroyed hill, swarming the Abh ships to the point that everyone had to focus on fighting them. Though they could have held off against the drones, tractor beams from the Draconian warships grabbed them, halting their flight to the Hasichi with such great speed that even the Abh felt squished by the retrograde acceleration. When Ciaca realized what the aliens were doing, the Abh ships abruptly stopped firing, letting the drones pick at their shields. The thruster lights went out, and it seemed that the Abh had surrendered. However, anyone that had ever met an Abh knew that the fight had only just begun.

Ciaca gasped slightly as she disconnected herself from the computer, the shock of it getting to even a seasoned pilot such as herself. She jumped out of her seat, unsheathing her katana with one hand and grabbing her pistol in the other.

"The filthy aliens that would ally themselves with the demons from the fifth planet would dare to confront us in hand-to-hand combat!"

She tapped a button on one of the many touchscreen panels on the bridge, and the crew immediately noticed the environmental change. She had deactivated the gravity.

"They think they can board and capture our ship, but they do not realize that when you dock with an Abh ship to board them, you're just allowing [i]them[/i] to board [i]you[/i]!"

She once again tapped a button, activating the shipwide intercom. As the looming shadow of the Draconian flagship eclipsed the purple glow of the Hasichi, she activated her headset's microphone, ordering it to connect to the ship using her constant neural link to it.

"All crew, prepare to repel boarders!"