Chessmaster, Pt 4

The Marauder captain was completely dumbfounded as alerts dominated every screen on the bridge. It seemed that they were getting completely picked apart no matter what he did. Most of their guns were completely frozen, and their hangars were under severe attack.

And he was in a major bind - if he recalled his fighters to defend their hangars, they would be significantly outnumbered. Plus they wouldn’t have the tactical advantage of speed.

Beads of sweat fell from his forehead as he attempted to calculate his next move.

But the longer he deliberated, the more his fleet fell apart. He watched with trepidation as the Perseus fleet flanked him top and bottom.

Then they peppered their hulls with cannonfire. Their shells smashed on their top and bottom armor with abandon, and severely dented them. If they were allowed to continue their barrage, they would have ultimately broken through.