The Liberator's turrets rotated with mechanical precision, locking onto the exposed target. Plasma rounds streaked through space, slamming into the enemy ship's hull with devastating accuracy.
Under the relentless barrage, the enemy's shields faltered, collapsing entirely as the massive vessel was torn apart.
Explosions rippled across its structure as pieces of the ship broke away, scattering into the void. The larger fragments drifted lifelessly, glowing faintly with the heat of the plasma impacts.
Carlos allowed himself a small grin of satisfaction. "That's what you get for ramming my ship," he muttered. But his satisfaction was short-lived.
"Sir," one of the Aegis units said, its voice cutting through the bridge's tense silence, "sensors are detecting additional energy readings. Another ship has decloaked. It is significantly larger than the first."
Carlos's grin faded instantly. "On screen," he ordered.
