Somewhere in space, 60,000 light years away from humanity's home world of origin, planet Earth. The massive battle was beyond what a mere human of the 21st-century mind could comprehend. Those scales are only in the imagination of science fiction for those humans living during that time. But here in the 26th century, or 2545 C.E., located near an alien planet in orbit in a certain solar system. The battle between 2 forces clashes for dominance.
The first one is the aggressor, a fleet of numerous purple-coloured ships measuring from 300 metres in length to a staggering almost 29 km in length. The ship designs share sleek, organic shapes, often with bulbous sections and a smooth hull, reminiscent of large marine animals. More than 200 ships spreading in a straight line. No fancy battle formation or strategy beside charging straight and keeping a distance to avoid friendly fire. The aggressor intended to overwhelm and crush the enemy fleet with numbers, sheer capital ship size and superior firepower.
While the defender side has fewer ships at their disposal. Numbering around 80 ships. Plus the capital ship number is even less. To counter the enemy fleet, the defender, who has a smaller number, deploys two battle formations and strategies. The main group is forming a vanguard unit using wedge formation. This comprises the majority of capital ships, which are the toughest and heaviest hitters capable of facing the enemy head-on.
The smaller ship is used as an escort group to guard the capital ship. Primarily against enemy small and nimble spacecraft such as transport ships, fighters and possibly interceptor missiles or torpedoes. Medium-sized ship which can be categorised as a capital ship guarding both the left and right wings, acting as a support unit. The rest of the ships that are not in formation are put in the rear as the 2nd Battlegroup.
Most of the ships in the fleet have hammerhead bows with two sets of wings with a quad-arrow-like shape resembling a missile. All of them have a grey-coloured hull, with some customising the ship appearances with emblems and other unique colour schemes. Each side is exchanging lasers, plasma cannons, hypersonic titanium slugs and missile barrages.
Throwing both side weapons of mass destruction and death like there is no tomorrow. One of the Defender's biggest vessels acted as the flagship of the fleet. Armed with numerous point defence weapons, from anti-ship cannons to hundreds of missile silos and pods with light green shield bubbles, protecting them from enemy plasma beams and torpedoes. Her name is Hyperion the 2nd. The Gorgon-class battleship is 4235 metres in length. The biggest class ship in the fleet currently, even compared to her other sister ship of the same class.
On the ship bridge, there was a young male adult around in his 20s. Sitting in a comfortable chair in the middle of a bridge. While the appearance could be deceiving, as he looks older than he should be. Sitting in a comfortable chair in the middle of a bridge. Acting as supreme admiral, overseeing the whole ship in the fleet, and leading them against the aggressor. In front of him, there was a console with a hologram display constantly feeding him real-time information about the battlefield.
Wearing typical and generic sailor uniforms found on Earth. Black shirt with gold-coloured trim line and red collars. With numerous medals and badges on his chest and arm. A white hat with a special insignia in the centre with the writing 'Raynor Raiders' below it. The pants he is wearing are white with a pair of black boots. Plus, Jean Razak is wearing a digital watch on his right hand. He is currently massaging his temple as a way to cope with the stress he currently accumulates. He is the protagonist of the story, Jean Razak.
BOOM...!!*
"Hmm... Adjutant status report."
He ordered with a stern, deep voice after a loud explosion sound. Acting befitting the status of the higher class.
"Yes, Emperor. Currently the Hyperion II has sustained heavy damage caused by enemy heavy energy base weaponry and plasma torpedoes. The ship generator operating at maximum capacity barely keeps the matrix shield active as the enemy focuses fire on this ship and her sister compared to other vessels. 7 Sovereign-class destroyers have sunk just now, but not without sinking 4 enemy cruisers and crippling 13 corvettes and gunships in return."
Said the beautiful android at a height of 180 metres in the form of a Caucasian-featured female. Her white hair and deep blue eye colour were standing beside Razak. Her clothes are opposite to Razak's, as her shirt colour is white with a shining silver trim line. Her collar is bright sea blue but with an exposed inner upper uniform. Her pants and boots are also white.
"Goddammit. Relay the order to the 2nd Battlegroup Defender of Man. Authorised to use all weaponry with lethal force. No need to hold back for the sake of withholding supply. For Raven and the science vessel, order them to set the co-ordinates to warp the warhead at the centre of the enemy fleet. Synchronise the assault within a minute on my mark in 5 minutes starting now."
Standing from his chair while waiting for his clock to reset to zero for timing.
"Yes, sir."
said the male operator, working tirelessly to give orders to the fleet with nervous expressions.
Upon hearing the order, the designated flotilla broke off from the battle formation and did a tactical jump behind the enemy line around 300 thousand kilometres. The coordinate assault time left is 3 minutes.
Amidst the chaos, the biggest ship in the centre of the enemy formation begins to brightly shine with a bluish-white colour in the centre on top of the ship. Pointing her weapon at Hyperion II's sister ship, Stand Proud unleashes its huge beam of light. With a size smaller than the flagship, with a length of 3500 metres, it is more capable of handling heavy enemy assault crumbling from the enemy plasma beam weapon. Her shield flickering due to immense stress. Enduring heavy punishment to shield a smaller vessel from an unforgiving enemy onslaught.
With a mere few seconds to go, those beams make contact with Stand Pride's matrix shield for a brief moment before failing to stop the laser from penetrating the thick ship plating. The beam clearly cut through her neck, severing her into two parts. A small explosion comes after in the affected area but is not big enough to disrupt the battlegroup's tight formation.
Luckily the vessels are not destroyed but are critically damaged, rendering them unable to continue operating. But it didn't apply to crew members, with many systems being compromised, leaving with miracles intact important systems such as life support and damage control. Thus, she might survive, but not for long if not repaired immediately.
"Grgh... Now you've done it, arsehole. All remaining Gorgon-class battleship batteries concentrate firepower on the enemy capital ship. Prepare to fire the Nova cannon on my command. Behemoth, Minotaur and Sovereign. Cover the area in sectors 3, 4, and 2 with the main ship weapon to thin down enemy escort ships. I want to intercept them from blocking our main gun. All remaining Loki-class battlecruisers. Use the Armageddon cannon on an enemy medium-class ship. The Liberator missile frigate is targeting enemy fighters and keeping them away from the Gorgons and any larger vessel from any boarding action or sabotage. Officer, where is the Defender of Man and the package?"
"Sir, they already materialise in real space and are ready to fire under your command. Raven and combat science vessel-dedicated transporters are ready to deliver the warhead."
"Good, to all units on my mark, fire...!"
He ordered with a loud voice. All ships are capable of firing both standard and super Yamato cannons, unleashing their fury. Smashing the enemy vessel unchallenged. The Yamato cannon with magnetic containment of the raw power of nuclear fusion with a similar form of falling comet charging straight to enemy smaller vessels. Destroying and disabling them in one to three hits.
While the Armageddon cannon is located under Loki's prowl. Shorting a barrage of huge condensed energy bolts in rapid succession to compensate for the lack of raw power, like the standard Yamato cannon from its cousin. Perfect to destroy smaller vessels in huge numbers that nicely pack together or use as suppression for cover.
Not to mention a barrage of energy bolts easily overwhelms and weakens the enemy shield system so the other battlecruiser could finish the job in one well-placed aim.
While the bigger gun, 'Nova Cannon', located on the Gorgon ship's underbelly prow, similar to Loki, aims its alignment at the enemy's biggest vessel, presumably acting as a flagship. The one who is responsible destroys one of the Gorgon-class battleships in one hit. Currently it is the Terran Federation's Empire trump card, with destructive power rivalling and possibly surpassing the enemy plasma or laser beam projection deployed by that largest vessel.
Charging sequence with a white-bluish particle in the centre of the hammerhead design in front, accompanied by electrical static trails. After a few minutes of charging, Hyperion the 2nd and her siblings turn to unleash hell onto humanity's enemy. Continuous blue plasma electromagnetic containment energy of the hottest sun bore through into the enemy deck, ignoring the energy shield like it's a paperweight.
With overwhelming power, those energy beams destroy a couple of enemy corvettes and cruisers who are unlucky enough to stand in their way to the enemy flagship. The enemy flagship exploded brilliantly, leaving a shock wave throughout the entire fleet formation. With the destruction of the flagship, the remaining enemy ships are disorganised and hastily retreat to where they came from. To the aggressor's horror, the attack is not over yet, as 3 EMP missiles appear out of nowhere and begin to explode.
Unleashing a huge storm of electromagnetic waves powerful enough to knock off smaller vessels such as corvettes and frigates to some extent, destroyers, and battlecruisers. Leaving some of the vessels incapable of moving as the ship systems are shut down, leaving them unprotected from both attack and the harsh cold of space. What fate the ship's crew is in is unknown, but it is unlikely most will survive for long without ship life support or a pressurised suit to protect them from the cold vacuum.
The survivors instantly entered an FTL state by opening a portal, leaving their comrade's fate in the hands of the Terran Federation. Thus, this is the end of the brief conflict with the Terran Federation Empire victory.
"*Sigh*... Adjutant, how is the tracker device we are planting into one of the enemy vessels?. Is the magic working or not?"
He sighed a huge sigh of relief after sitting down in his chair.
"Emperor, only a few devices manage to attach to enemy ship hulls. Most are detached or destroyed when the enemy enters FTL space. Currently Griffin Stealth's class ship is pursuing them while keeping a distance from enemy radar. Although using a different method of FTL, her radar can still track a signal trail. The current distance, which is still increasing, is around 25 light-years away from our current position."
"Good, while this might be called a 'first contact' scenario on paper. Well, screw the courtesy (system) bullshit (mission). Prepare the fleet for a counteroffensive. Assemble our war machine in the factory and mobilise the body able to fight. Begin to deploy our fury on humanity's enemy. For the Terran Federation!!" while yelling in a dramatic voice and pose at his subordinate. In response, they cheer with ear-bleeding voices with the heat of passion, making the bridge somehow hotter despite advanced air conditioning.
[INSERT FF7 FANFARE OST…]
"WELL-WELL, WHAT WE GOT HERE. A NATURAL-BORN LEADER READYING ITS PEOPLE TO FACE THE ADVERSARY THAT HUMANITY HAS NEVER 'FACED' BEFORE. Very heart-moving speech there, Emperor Jean Razak, lol." The floating blue screen display is hovering and circling around Razak, trying to annoy him. While this is odd, others act as if there were nothing there. It means only Razak could see it.
"(Could you stop destroying my mood for once? Can you see I have to cringe to speak in this manner without dying? Also screw you and your bullshit mission."
"[WHATEVER, BUDDY.]"
Now, you wonder how this has started to reach this point. It all started 2 decades ago when I was kidnapped and put on some random planet by this demonic parasite called [SYSTEM]. Forcing me to do its bidding without even explaining why me in the first place. Anyway, hear the story before I fought those alien invaders while fulfilling this bastard mission.