235 Chessmaster, Pt 5

The frigates all pulled away from the twisted, mangled destroyers. Warped sheets of destroyer armor were prised off as they ripped themselves from the deep indentations they had created. They had wrenched all five of the destroyers into each other, and turned them into one large and terrible wreck.

Deep inside the command destroyer, the Gorgon captain and his officers picked themselves up after being tossed around. At least, those who were still able to, anyway.

Some moaned and cried as they clutched at a broken leg, or punctured rib. Others simply laid still, their necks or spines bent at extreme angles, and bled out with choking gasps.

The screens all around the bridge had been damaged and cracked. A few were broken and warped, along with the wall behind it. Red alerts now filled every single one of them. Reports of damaged sections scrolled past the one of the component displays at an alarming speed.