Blast stood on the bridge of The Manipulator, staring in disbelief at the hologram in-front of him. The F.I.S. fleet, in burning tatters. One of the most powerful military forces in history torn apart by an army of ancient mages. The U.R.S. fleet had come and picked Blast up a day earlier and now they were drifting in space, wondering what to do next with all of the leaders currently on the bridge with R.K..
"Sir?" Padfoot nudged the U.R.S. head.
"They're coming. They’re actually coming. I'm so sorry." Blast sighed and turned to look at him.
“Sir?" Questioned Flare.
"The OvaSeers are on their way." Blast replied looking over at him. Blast had already explained to them about his meeting with the OvaSeer’s head.
Nightblaze piped up, "Well if I’m going down, I’m doing it fighting."
Blast gave a weak smile. "I admire that Nightblaze. But I’m afraid it’s useless. You’ve seen what they’ve done to the F.I.S..” he indicated to the hologram. “Who knows how many have survived. If any at all.” He added.
“I agree.” Falcon said, “With Nightblaze. If I’m going to die then it won’t be without a fight. I’m not going to just give up and lay down and let them take me. I won’t betray you.” Blast knew he was referring to Jelli. R.K. looked around at them all. All of them waiting for their orders, it was clear that they weren’t going to back down. “Go on then.”
He said after a moment. “Get to your stations!" Blast gave what might be his last orders. "I want all nukes armed and in firing tubes, charge the MAC cannons and launch all fighters. Slash, get to the hanger and prep your fighter, I want your section to strafe those cruisers, equip bombs and get ready to burn the wooden hulls off those ships.”
The leaders all dashed off to their stations leaving Blast and Padfoot on the bridge.
R.K. turned off the hologram of the ruined F.I.S. ships as though somehow that might prevent the same from happening to them.
Slash and his bomber squadron took off from the main hanger of The Manipulator with a roar and sped towards the OvaSeer fleet that had just that second exited hyperspace in a haze of purple smoke.
The nuclear missiles thundered along their launch tubes. Each one packed with enough power to wipe out the British Isles in one hit. The first was aimed perfectly, tearing into the hull of the second cruiser, before erupting in a brilliant explosion. The mushroom cloud was bright white as it billowed out into space. Every OvaSeer aboard the ship had been killed instantly, and the powerful vessel itself torn in-two.
"Ha!" Laughed Blast triumphantly. "Direct hit! That's what they get for crossing us!"
The second missile however, did not meet with as much success. It was engulfed in purple smoke, dissolved into the very atoms it would have split. "What the heck?" Gasped Slash, temporarily losing control as he zoomed towards one of the cruisers.
"Keep it together mate." Reassured Falcon who was also in a bomber. "Yea. Sorry. N-Section form up on my tail, we're gonna hit the head cruiser, tear open the bridge and burn the buggers into oblivion!"
Slash and his force flew in low over the cruiser. "Get ready to release bombs N-Section!" Ordered Slash. “Now!”
The bombs fell from the ships and the surface of the OvaSeer flag-ship became a raging inferno as the rain of fire tore down.
"Padfoot, how’s it coming?" Yelled Blast, over the sound of the cannons. "Sir. Slash has finished his bombing run.”
"Good… Wait! What's that"! Gasped Blast. Blast had seen the beginning of the end of N-Section.
The burning layer of the wooden hull of the main OvaSeer cruiser was peeling off and tearing into many tiny pieces.
Blast scanned the ship with his eyes and it was then that he spotted a long line of OvaSeers behind a viewing wall, holding their hands aloft with their eyes closed. "No." Blast whispered.
"No. NO! Padfoot! Get to the nearest missile-port and fire on sector 1-8-1!”
“Sir!” Padfoot jogged from the room and as soon as the door had swooshed shut, Blast yanked off his helmet and stood at the window, hands outstretched in front of him, palms facing away towards the enemy cruiser. He waited for a few seconds then he saw the missile from Padfoot’s cannon zoom out and concentrated with the force. He felt through the force, out into the emptiness of space, through the debris of the battle, latched hold of the missile and guided it to it’s destination.
The missile smashed straight through the transparisteel viewing wall behind witch the line of OvaSeers stood and exploded.
Every one of them were killed and the bodies sucked out in the swirling hurricane of the void created, before blast shields glided shut over the gap where the window had been.
Even though the controllers were dead, it was too late to stop the fiery daggers of wooden shell that still hurtled like a giant swarm of flaming killer wasps at N-Section.
“Take evasive action!” Slash shouted over his comlink to the other pilots but it was too late. The shards were upon them. They sliced through the ships. Embedding themselves in armour and smashing through glass cockpits. Five bombers either dropped through space or exploded; the result of the wood killing the pilot or hitting a venerable spot.
Slash pulled his bomber into a sharp nose-dive but was a few seconds too late. The shards hit his ship, one puncturing his fuel tank, another smashing through his cockpit and embedding itself in his leg.
He felt his ship drop, out of control and he swore as he blacked out.
BUT WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT? FIND OUT IN PART 20! COMING FRIDAY 22ND JUNE!
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