The journey through the emergency jump corridor was a violent, jarring experience. The stars outside the viewport of the Odyssey stretched into long, blurry lines of light, and the ship shuddered as it tore through the fabric of space-time.
It was less like flying and more like being fired from a cannon. Ten minutes later, they dropped back into normal space. They had arrived in Sector Epsilon.
The scene that greeted them was a nightmare of fire and dying metal.
The battle was spread out before them, a silent, terrible ballet of destruction. Lord Valerius's fleet, a massive swarm of sleek, aggressive black ships with cold blue lights, moved with brutal, perfect efficiency.
They were like a pack of cybernetic wolves, surrounding the small, desperate flock of Sector Epsilon's ships. The green-and-white vessels of Lord Kaelen's defense force were getting picked apart one by one. Explosions blossomed like silent, fiery flowers in the void. It was a massacre.
