IC - The Battle of Fleet A

December 27, 2792

Having pursued it for several hours, Beyvik Sirga V'klor's detachment finally closed on the Miperian Fleet A from behind. Piloting force twice the size of its target and comprised mainly of armored units and artillery, the Tarkans had every expectation to win.

"They are entering visual range now, Beyvik," said an officer on the bridge of Malevolence, a medium-sized warship that served as Sirga's flagship.

Sirga quickly strode over from the rear of the command chamber––designed in very much the same was as the Isav's––and stopped behind the chair designated for her.

"Show them," she commanded.

The viewscreen altered itself from a clear window––currently displaying the strange hues of warp space––into a zoomed-in and enhanced image of a large agglomeration of distant craft flying in formation ahead of them. It was hardly a novel sight for anyone, battle-hardened as they were. It was a wise precaution, however, to visually check for deception before engaging in direct combat, a practice dating back to a time when scanners could be fooled even by the cheapest of tricks.

In the modern age, where sensors are often far more accurate, reliable, and far-reaching than the keenest of eyes, it had become little more than a formality.

"Time to intercept?" Sirga asked.

"Thirteen minutes," replied another officer.

Over the course of the next dozen or so minutes, the Miperiors would observe the Tarkans making considerable gains on them until finally, they were upon them. A portion of Sirga's force detached itself from the main column and positioned itself behind the Miperiors' formation. Meanwhile, the rest of the force kept going, travelling parallel for a short time to the Miperiors, overtaking them, and eventually passing them entirely without firing a single shot. It was then the turn of the Tarkan's artillery ships to separate themselves from the main fleet. They continued to travel parallel to the Miperiors' force, though slowed down ever so slightly and began to maneuver into firing distance.

Meanwhile, the remaining fleet, led to personally by Sirga, swerved into the Miperiors' path. With them in place, the attack could commence.

With an order from the flagship, the Tarkan artillery simultaneously opened fire on the defending army's frigates on the left flank. They unleashed devastating salvos of antimatter torpedoes that could rip entire continents asunder.

Sirga's attack group then considerably decreased their speed for an instant, allowing the Miperiors to catch up with them enough so their light ships at the front would be in firing range of their ships-of-the-line and frigates. If nothing was done, the light ships would find themselves consumed in deadly hails of plasma, probably taking heavy losses in the first volley.

While Sirga's vessels attacked, the group at the rear of the Miperiors-Amphibibot formation remained strangely inert, contenting itself with following it outside of firing range.

"One problem," 1 said. "We're atlerady at max. warp, bombers can't go faster." he explained. After a while of calculating, 1 came to a solution. "We can throw in some SaBOTeurs at the fleet, though." the Emperor suggested.

"That could work," Mkun replied. 1 then commanded the fleet to send in SaBOTeurs equipped with warp drives fowards, at the Tarkan fleet in their front. That way, they would be forcingly dropped out of warp and could be easily dispacthed.