The Meridian's Edge dropped out of hyperspace at the edge of the Raiju system, and immediately every person on board understood why the Grey family commanded such respect throughout human space.
"Holy shit," Private Ryan Foster breathed, pressing his face against the viewport like a child seeing fireworks for the first time.
Before them stretched a defensive network that made EDF orbital installations look like children's toys. Massive battle stations hung in the void like metallic cities, their surfaces crackling with contained lightning that arced between towering spires. Energy barriers shimmered between the installations, creating geometric patterns of pure electricity that could probably vaporize a fleet before it got within firing range.
