[b]Equestrian Outer Space[/b]

"I see...your refusal will cost you. Perhaps a show of force will change your mind."

He turned off the link and returned to the Fleetmaster. "Order a charge and launch every damn thing in your arsenal. This includes nuclear payloads. If the Equestrians won't listen to us, we'll [i]make[/i] them listen to us."

"...Aye, sir."

The projector turned off. The Assault Fleet set all ships to 95% full burn and weapons locks were released. Almost simultaneously, all weapons fired. A brilliant display as streaks of white hot metal, blue plasma, and the smoke trails of missiles and torpedoes shot across the endless expanse of space. The ARC rounds were the first to make contact, exploding brilliantly as more shells rained down. At that point, she realized that war may be inevitable, and to fight a war on two fronts (Three, if the Triarians become involved), would be nearly impossible. But if Sazkarjhia was threatened, she remembered that it is her duty to make sure that her combatants are reduced to hunks of molten slag--no matter the cost.