Aurora whirled her outstretched hand above her head and out to the left with a
snap, her outstretched palm facing the
Bloodied Spirit directly as she sneered into her power.
The entire humming glow surrounding the million-strong capital fleet arced into a brilliant web of charged plasma, phasing through the multi-layered plane of the manyverse as it cascaded through the anchorstones placed by generations prior. Swirling rivers of white-hot hellfire engulfed the space between the ships, snapping and jumping from vessel to vessel in an indiscriminate torrent of destruction for the thousands of kilometers across the fleets.
Just then, three 1.5 megaton tungsten shells slammed into the
Hyacinth, embedding themselves within her hull as the crystalline superstructure shattered, but the non-Newtonian biomass therein absorbed the momentum of the blow and turned the slugs into glowing decorations. She listed to port as the energy dissipated, bringing her upper side to face the
Bloodied Spirit.
Aurora's arm continued to track the enemy supercapital, rising slowly as her own ship rotated about its axis. In the seconds since, as her ship's armor continued to be scarred by the disruptors, a parabolic arc of white energy converged towards the
Bloodied Spirit, separating the
Hyacinth from its onslaught.
As the field absorbed the fire, it began to adopt a sour green hue ā humming in increasing frequency as it amalgamated mass and energy. Aurora was now channeling the enemy fleet's fire into her own reserves.
Included with the explosive display of fireworks was Aleksander's auxillary fleet, which had up until now simply held their fire. Over the course of a second, three massive columns of energy bridged their own network of fields with Aurora's, charging the space between with the sizzling stench of vaporized metal and flesh.
Aleksander's maneuver had been successful, the drones receiving minimal losses as their gained momentum and close proximity kept them well beyond the tracking speed of the supercapital's weapons during their acceleration onto the rest of the fleet. They continued onwards, scattering about the fleet to carve into the hulls in an effort to inflict as widespread damage as possible, falling off as the storm of flak occasionally landed a square blow on their otherwise wildly-resilient sentient hulls.
In the hum of the tangled web, Aurora's fleet had already reacted to the dozen-vessel microwarp by releasing their own drones ā ranging from 1,000 to 100,000 per vessel ā which were rapidly converging on the now-isolated subgroup of Aschen rebels. Their numbers seemed endless, and they were fast little buggers, too.
Aleksander smiled as his ship coasted past the volley of hastily-fired shells, gripping the chair in his right hand to stabilize himself as a handful of shells slammed into the aft of the
Harrfeldt despite his overtake speed. No matter that his ship was now tilting aft-over-end from the momentum, the rest of his hunter-killer group now had the
Absolution surrounded.
Bubble up. Let's finish this.
he commanded, resulting in the radial acceleration of the iridescent sheen from his group of
Dommfeldt-class battlecruisers outwards, racing towards the
Absolution.