Space
Foledonian Adroz Colonial Sector
New Royal Planetary Colony
The Cradle
The second and ninth fleet exited the Warp, their ships re-materializing in the physical world from single points of light. Admiral Yako felt a wave of disembodied dread wash over him, as if he had experienced a nightmare while still fully awake. He remembered Leviathans and acid and pain beyond measure. He felt as if someone had hijacked his mind and forced him to do things and experience events that would never have happened. Odd. He chalked it up to combat stress. Admiral Takova beamed on screen before him, her previously disheveled appearance remedied. He noticed she had applied her makeup once more.
"Admiral," she said plainly, "I doubt we have much time before the Taigawan fleet arrives. Our refit should be swift. I just received a communique announcing that the fourth and fifth fleets will be joining us to supplement our losses."
Admiral Yako nodded, a wave of relief washing over him. With the extra fleets, there very well could be a chance that Foledonia would survive the next attack. But if a single Planet Breaker could cause so much damage, then there was no telling what a whole fleet would reap. If a victory graced them, it would be pyrrhic, no doubt. Regardless, Yako made preparations to refit the fleet. The Cradle drifted in the distance, orbiting the planetary colony of New Royal. The massive superstructure was capable of rearming and repairing even the biggest of ships in under eight hours. With three hundred docks, it could service an entire fleet and then some simultaneously.
He looked back at Takova, a worried look on her face. "Make ready for battle admiral, it might be our last."
Tavoka shook her head and said, "That's what I'm worried about Yako."