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Agarran

Hmm.... How strange. They can see the shield in place... do they intend to...!! Agarran noted something in the mind of the collected, united consciousnesses of the Unglauss crew, and immediately leaped to his feet in shock, and a bit of fear.

With no time at all for pleasantries, Agarran forced his will against Commander Jarlath's mind, shouting to him. Turn off the stations shield! The woman refuses to yield, and the impact of their vessel against your shield will result in a infinite feedback that will turn this entire section of space into a gaping crater where only the immaterium remains!

At the same time, the veteran commander of the Collectives combat arm reengaged his psychic assault, this time caring not for capturing. He hit the Asylians with everything he had, but realized too late it would not be enough. Thanks to their captain, the Crew of the Unglauss were single minded in their focus, and nothing short of a god would turn them from their course.

As a rule, The Kiithid of Targon do not pray to gods. Many lesser, more primitive species see them as gods, so the thought never occured to them of being that would be higher than they. But in this moment, faced with the absolute destruction of an entire sector, his hard won colony, and the infinite ramifications that would come from tearing open a hole the size of an entire star system to the warp, Agarran Prayed.

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Unglauss

Ilia didn't even blink, not that she physically could, as the Athos launched it's attack.

The ship was no longer simply a tool in her hands, but an extension of her will, each of her crew members functioned as her own nerves, extending the control of her mind over the ship.

The Superlative layer was redirected, catching the projectile, and immediately sending it back at the Athos, who no longer had her primary shields to save her.

The anchor would be intercepted, Ilia could do nothing about this, and had only launched it as an afterthought aside.

The only thing Ilia was concerned about was the Aegis field. After a few moments of study, she had verified it's strength, and was unconcerned. Initiate shockpoint jump. They will yield, or we will all burn away.

Not even a single errant thought, doubt, or fear among all her crew. Such was their faith in her.

The sheath had completed enveloping the Unglauss, and it accelerated beyond light speed, only to impact the Aegis field with an infinitely increasing amount of force.

The Energy of that impact was absorbed by the Arclight armor on the hull, fed into the Titansteel Generator, and then fed back into the engine to further increase the ships impact force on the shielding. This process looped and continued, until the sheer amount of energy of the unstoppable force meeting an immovable object resulted in visible arcs of raw energy of massive magnitudes shearing off of the impact point, incinerating any unfortunate fighter craft, drone, or transports that were in the way.

The energy quotient in this point of impact continued to grow, until it began to distort the very fabric of reality. In this weakening of the veil, a strange occurrence happened.

Ilia remained on her ship, but at the same time stood upon an infinite expanse of water and sky. And before her was Commander Jarlath, whom there was no doubt would be able to see her just the same.

She smiled at her opponent, and he would see in her eyes that spark of madness any commander would recognize in soldiers too drunk in the revels of war to ever be found from it again. He would see that she would not yield, and would happily see to the destruction of everything in this galaxy in this instant, turning all over to the warp, if it meant that she would not lose.

And she said to him "Your move."