Floating wrecks littered the space around Pluto as an intense battle was being waged. The battle had already devolved into a slugfest between both sides. Mechs had been deployed en-masse, with various squadrons wielding various types of weapons. Some used physical rounds, while others relied on energy rounds.
The Stellar Chaser remained as the center of the defending side, constantly turning around to spread out the damage she received. Up till this point, her shields had yet to be breached despite the amount of heavy firepower that rained down on her.
"If things go on like this, then we will win this fight." Neville, the commander who oversaw the entire battle hummed to himself as he looked over the live telemetry that was fed back from the battlefield from his safe position on the bridge of the Stellar Chaser.
Just as he finished speaking, a blaring alarm tore through the filtered air, stunning him. With wide eyes, he looked at the warning messages that were being displayed on the various view screens and projectors.
"Commander! Another enemy fleet is transitioning, and they are already close by! We only have five minutes before they arrive!" One of the crew members who acted as his assistant hurriedly reported to him.
Neville's jaw went slack as he went over the reports. He turned to William who was standing not too far from him. William was eyeing him with an irritated look, as if saying, 'You just had to open your mouth, didn't you?' A wave of embarrassment washed through him as he realized that he did indeed speak too soon.
He averted his gaze and quickly went back to ordering the soldiers, adjusting the formations to allocate a moderate number of ships to the area that the enemy would transition to.
"We fell for their trap. A well planned pincer attack." As an experienced commander, Neville did not lose his cool from this simple matter. He easily issued a request for more troops that were stationed around Pluto for defense so that they could assist in the battle and prevent unnecessary losses. The request was speedily approved, and seeing that, Neville nodded his head.
"Patch me in with the Paladins." He instructed his subordinates. In a few moments, a channel was established between the bridge and the Paladins, and the images of the five Paladins popped up on the view screen before him.
"Commander." Manuel took the lead and greeted Neville.
"Manuel, greetings. We have just received readings of another fleet transitioning into the battlefield. We need you and your peers to deploy immediately to fight off this new threat." He said with a deep tone.
"Roger that." Manuel nodded. A few more instructions were passed before the channel was cut. Neville sighed before turning back to the depiction of the ever changing battlefield. His eyes darted over the projection and he continued to hurl out orders and constantly changed the overall formation of the fleet depending on the flow of the battle.
Meanwhile, the five Paladins that were stationed on the Stellar Chaser launched out into space, making their way over to one of the smaller Dreadnaughts that were part of the defense fleet. Together with another Dreadnaught, a portion of the fleet split off from the main battle and diverted to the area where the approaching fleet would transition into.
Just then, a change occurred on the main battlefield! Dozens of small assault ships zipped out of the flagship of the enemy formation, dancing through the barrage of firepower, and heading straight at the core of the fleet.
Immediately, this group of assault ships were focus fired on, but they were built to dodge this kind of fire. With more than enough mobility, excellent piloting, and surprisingly sturdy shields to boast, most of them were able to make the journey across the battlefield, with only two or three having succumbed to the concentrated firepower on the way.
The hatches of these ships opened when they got close to any of the human ships, and small, dark figures dashed out, phasing through the energy shields, and crashing into the sturdy hulls of the ships.
The mechs around the ships turned to focus their fire on these black figures. The figures in question were actually Xenon soldiers!
The Xenon quickly planted bombs on the hulls of the ships, while dodging the firepower that was being directed to them. Explosions that were of an immense magnitude when compared to the small sizes of the bombs rang out, shaking the frames of the ships that they happened on.
Large holes appeared in the hulls of the ships, and the dark Xenon shadows rushed inside the ships where they were immediately met with a lot of resistance from the human soldiers stationed within the ships.
Dorduna was a Xenon officer that served under Grokus. She had followed him for several years, and was an avid supporter of the war, wanting to crush the human race and gain a slave race that would serve under her race.
When she boarded the frigate that she had attacked, she immediately dwarfed all the surrounding humans with her three meter tall physique. The combat armor she wore made her figure look even larger and more imposing.
"Human scum!" She growled as several weapon ports were exposed all over her armor. Laser beams spewed out of the ports, peppering the human fortifications where both automated and non-automated weapons fired back at her.
Vooooom!
A green energy shield flared to life around her, blocking off all the incoming firepower as she charged forward. Her right arm reached to her back where she pulled free a large war axe that she abruptly slashed down at the metal wall that the human defenders were hiding behind.
With her considerable physical strength, as well as the boosts that she got from her combat armor, the metal wall before her was as weak as a sheet of paper, instantly sheared into like a hot knife through butter.
"Hahahaha! Die, humans!" A maddened cackle could be heard as she tore through the frigate's defenses.