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Chapter 13 - C3.2: The S.I.C. VS The F.R.A.

As the Fraction Remnants' Alliance dropped out of FTL behind Xephos-Prima, Prescott ensured their sonar, radar, and ionoscope signatures were masked before saying to Argos and the Sardon-Atlas, "Till we all come home." Argo repeated the phrase, mandible's chattering as he jumped back into FTL, heading to intercept the Snowesian Imperium Collective's fleet. 

"Attention crew", Argo began, trying his best to keep his voice from trembling, "Today, we get our chance to show our allies we aren't just colonist... rather, let's show them we're colonists who will defend our new home! ALL HANDS! TO YOUR STATIONS! T-MINUS TWO MINUTES TILL INTERCEPT!" Cried out Argo, as his crew cheered out in a warcry. Argo took one last drink with some medicial focusing drug in pill form to keep his mind sharp. 

As they dropped out FTL, Argo tuned his ship-wide broadcast to the song, I'm So Lucky [Jumpstyle - Ultra Slowed], that Prescott had given to him, hoping the song would build the Sardon-Atlas' courage to become the sole focus of the Snowesian Space Navy. "Sir!" Cried out the Communications and Radar Ensign, "Contacts, bearing twellve-center (Twelve O'clock in Talonite Common)." Argo killed the music and begin hailing the Snowesian Flagship. Just as Prescott predicted, the Snowesians were caught off guard by an unarmed colony ship hailing them from several hundred meters directly in front of them. 

"Empress! We're being hailed. It's an unarmed colony vessel." Reported the communications officer aboard the SIC Nyotei No Ryū (SIC Empress' Dragon in Snowesian Imperial). The Empress grinned wickedly. "This is too easy... fucking morons." She cackled to herself before issuing her command. "Answer them... spin up all our weapons with soft-target-lock." The communications officer answered the Sardon-Atlas' hail... and for the first time Argo Fluge came face-to-face with the Empress of the Snowesian Imperium Collective, Kaga Snow. 

"My, my, my... you must be very lost, little colony ship." Empress Kaga said, grinning slyly. Argo maintained his composure. "Empress of the Snowesian Imperium, I am Captain Argo Fluge of the Talonite Colonist Group Beta-326." Declared Argo, his purple and peach colored mandibles chittering as he spoke. Empress Kaga smirked, "Come to surrender to us, Captain Argo Fluge of the Talonite Colonist Group?" Her mocking tone made Argo squint his four eyes tightly. "No you pathetic tyrant!" Exclaimed Argo, finally showing some spine, "I AM HERE TO OPPOSE YOU, ALL OF YOU DISGUSTING CREATURES!" Argo signaled his lighting technician to signal the F.R.A. ships. As Michigan spotted the signal, he order the four ships to jump at maximum output to the Sardon-Atlas' position. 

Empress Kaga stood up, clear enraged by Argo's words. "Then you shall meet your oblivion, Argo Fluge. Die knowing you meant nothing." However, before Empress Kaga could order the Nyotei No Ryū to fire, the Avenging-Clarity, Radium-Edison, and the Rust-Meridian all forced-interjected their combined broadcasts' through the hail channel. "This is the Avenging-Clarity...", "This the Radium-Edison...", "This is the Rust-Meridian...". Each of the Captains let the spoke one at a time, clearly and full of defiant confidence. However, before Empress Kaga could respond to this force-interjected broadcast, the Pacific Cruiser came blitzing in, Michigan joining the broadcast. 

"Long time no see... Kaga." Said Michigan, the song T.N.T. by AC/DC blaring in the background. Michigan's fading southern draw with accompanying Texan-smile made Empress Kaga squint her eyes. "Michigan...Fucking...Sloan...", Groweld the Empress. "How in the hell did you survive the freefall to that dustball of a planet?" Michigan shook his head, "I'd tell ya, but then again.. might be more fun to show you." Michigan cracked his knuckles, then stood up and smiled at Kaga with a defiant grin. "LISTEN UP, TYRANNICAL BITCH! You are facing off against the Fraction Remnant Alliance! Surrender now, and I promise... no enslavement for you and your crew... just executions the lot of y'all." 

Kaga sneered as she ended the broadcast by force. "TARGET THE COLONY SHIP! KILL THEM ALL!" She yelling, rage engulfing her heart and mind. However as Nyotei No Ryū fired off a dozen ion-torpedos, the radar officer shot up from her chair. "EMPRESS! THERE'S ANOTHER CONTACT!" As the officer said this, Kaga watched as the Spirit of Freedom intercepted all of her ion-torpedoes with its ramming-shield and hard-locked on to the Nyotei No Ryū. "Status report!" Ordered Prescott. "Shield are at ninety-eight percent, Commander! Hardly a dent!" Reported Cresscott, the ship's Defensive Armament Officer. Then, at Prescott's order, Arscott and Jetscott wasted no time returning fire with the twenty-eight hidden, saucer-mounted, electromagnetic slide-railguns and Crytonium-Breaching-Shells. The CBS's were designed by Dr. Brawn Dietrich in conjunction with Arscott. They were designed with a single purpose in mind... let the railguns punch hole in enemy shields, then let the shells slip through, punch holes through the ship... the detonate, exposing those inside to the vaccum of space.

"DAMAGE REPORT!" Screamed Empress Kaga. Her eyes were widened with rage and terror. No enemy the Snowesians had ever faced... had managed to ever do damage to the Nyotei No Ryū, let along kill so many of her crew. "Empress, we have breaches on decks B, I, J, and K! Engineering is reporting significant damage to the electrical system and minor damage to the FTL-Core!" Report one soldier. Kaga yelled out in incoherent frustration. "HAIL THAT SHIP!" She yelled regaining her composure. However, Prescott declined it, then with Jetscott's swift reaction, lock her out of their systems. Kaga eyes widened, having never been so angry in her life. However, her radar and weapons officers stood up, shaking. "Empress... that ship... it...it..."

"SPIT IT OUT! BOTH OF YOU!" Kaga said grabbing them both by their necks. However, the radar officer managed to speak. "They...have... full lock...on the entire ship..."

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