"We're losing our ships sir!"

Our comms officer cried as we watched one of our dreadnoughts fall to the torpedo swarm, the corrosion eating away its hull like fire on paper. The other ships weren't faring well either, as multiple system failures were being broadcasted fleetwide and escape pods were being ejected everywhere. Suddenly, the kingship's hull was dotted with multiple holes. Our artillery cruiser has returned fire.

"All operational ships, I want you to destroy that kingship! General Pong, do you fare any better?", our captain radioed.

"Not much better. Our hull has somewhat resisted the barrage, but our weapons and propulsion are offline."

"Then you're dead in the water. Byzantium what's your status?"

The Byzantium, our remaining Excision Class dreadnought, replied. "Our entire portside is toast, but we can still fight. Our primary weapon is still operational."

"Then open fire at that kingship! Tear it apart!"

Twin purple beams fires from the dreadnought's bow, slicing off the wing sections of the kingship. Then the dreadnought fired up its sublight drives to maximum then rammed the kingship head-on, destroying its torpedo tubes. Our destroyer, having lost most of our armor and weapons, flanked the kingship from behind along with a surviving frigate and shot out its engines while our artillery cruiser continued to punch holes through the ship.

"Take the bridge, Lieutenant. I'm going with the boarding party. I'll kill that bastard myself!"

The captain ordered me while he assembled a joint strike team with the Sentian general. While they boarded the kingship, I positioned our three remaining ships to provide orbital fire support while our artillery cruiser held its position, safely hidden in the asteroid belt. Half an hour later the news came. The Tor admiral was dead, but so was our captain. The Sentian general did the honors of breaking the news, and the comms were instantly drowned by the cries of victory of the Continuum soldiers waiting for this war to end.

I have finally arrived on Silesia, my homeworld. Looking at the shuttle window I saw the full extent of the damage our destroyer took. The entire ship's armor has completely melted away, and the heavy gun batteries were an unrecognizable mess. I look away from the window and lean back on my seat, closing my eyes knowing that I would finally get my goodnight's sleep.