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"Onyx 2 is taking heavy fire," called on of the com's managers. "enemy is focusing on our right side to break out of the pincer."

Tiraninot glared at the hologram of the battle zone. "Tell, Onyx 2 to break off. Get a few fighter squadrons out there to cover it. How long until the frigates are in position?"

"Sir, both groups need three minutes to be in firing range." someone answered "Enemy is estimated to break through our left line in two minutes."

Admiral Tiraninot stared up at the glass view port where canon fire could be seen in the distance. He caught a look at movment of the ships, that many breaking out of the trap he set would reduce the fight to a slug match between ships. His fleet cluster couldn't win that kind of engagement without losing heavy numbers. "Charge the main canon and fire at central position." he ordered. "If we can't hold them all in then will only let half out."

Gearalt looked up at the admiral with another confused look. "sir, the canon is still being tested. And we still fighter squadrons in the area."

"Then tell them to move." Tiraninot said without emotion. "Center the the target area on the enemy's middle and fire when ready." Gearalt was already radioing the command to the fielded ships to watch for the blast when the rumbling started. In the core of the Ashur giant turbines began to rotate. Warnings were sent through out the flagship for the crew to brace for discharge as the increasingly loud humming echoed throughout the ship.

The 'Ashur's Breath' was an experimental anti-cruiser weapon mounted on his ship. Designed to heat up Carbon material till it became plasma and fire it like a rail gun at targets, it was a terrifying weapon. And it was about to get it's first test run.

Great amounts of heat and electricity built up rapidly as the humming became a roaring. Then a thunderous BOOM rocked the Dreadnought, sending quakes through it's body and send crew members flailing as they desperately sought something to keeping from failing to the floor.

Even Tiraninot had to shift his footing slightly to keep balance.

A blindingly bright flash of light raced out of the Ashur's gaping maw. An energized bolt of carbon plasma, several dozen meters in diameter, screamed across the distance. seventeen ton's of liquid force and heat ready to smash anything in it's way.