BONTAWILLIAN FRIGATE
"Emergency lights!" Gareld screamed. "What the hell was that?"
"Ionized Concussion Missile!" Sandur barked. "It struck the aft extension and spread across the shield grid! We've lost main power!"
"Get it back!" Gareld barked as he grabbed the side of the console.
"It will take at least six minutes for the surge to pass!" Sandur yelled. "Until then… all we have is emergency power!"
"Where did it come from? How did it penetrate our shields?"
"Where it came from is unknown!" Sandur replied as he came up next to him. "At least until we get main power back! This is an older model ship! We only have standard grid shields Gareld. It used our own grid generators to travel and then shorted them out along with everything else."
"Damn!" Gareld snapped.
EARTH
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