Prior to the cessation of fire from ground forces on Gravlex Med
Imperial Fleet, bridge of the Adjudicator.
The ion hardened armor of the Adjudicator managed to shrug off the ion cannon volleys of what Seth had once assumed were their compatriots. Now he wasn't sure of anything. He had little time to brood on the betrayal, because both fleets were suddenly assaulted by thousands of flying chunks of durasteel. The Star Destroyer rocked and Seth and the others standing on the bridge stumbled sideways. Warning lights blared, red and ugly. They'd been hit.
"Damage report!" Seth called.
"We've received heavy damage to the starboard side hull, but no breaches."
It appeared that the Adjudicator now had a massive dent in it. So much for a new ship. Seth turned to stare out the viewport at the planet. "Where are the attacks originating from?"
"It appears planet-side, sir, but they are just giant pieces of durasteel."
Shorn frowned. "De Shev, can you reverse the effects of the tractor beams?"
De Shev raised his eyebrows in surprise. "I suppose I could, yes."
"Do it and crank them to maximum output. Divert power from our turbolaser batteries to the tractor beams to compensate. We can't take anymore hits like that."
"Understood."
The Combat Systems Officer went into action, issuing a series of commands. Moments later, tractor beams with reversed polarity began to issue forth in a constant stream toward the starboard side of the vessel. More hunks of durasteel flew toward the ship, but the net of tractor beams acted as a repulsing magnet and diverted their trajectory, nudging them onto non-collision course through space.
Seth chewed at his lip in thought. The next few moments were important. The PDF was no match for the Imperial fleets, but this sudden barrage was annihilating the Imperials. A corvette split open, spewing atmosphere and troops from its punctured hull. All across the battlefield, Imperial ships were suffering similar fates.
"Tors, relay this tactic to the rest of the fleet... Fleets." Seth amended. He would not see innocent soldiers die because of poor decisions made by their superior officers. Even if those soldiers were Sith Imperials. "Tell them to begin using it immediately. It is our only hope to survive this barrage and give our ground forces time."
"It will be done."
"Thank you, Tors." Shorn stood straight, arms clasped behind his back. His cape did not flutter. There was no breeze aboard ships. Or in space. Nothing but silence out there. Silence filled with unheard explosions and the dying cries of thousands.
The battle raged on, but suddenly the launchers on Gravlex Med ceased. The Imperial ground forces had been successful. Seth smiled. Time to take the offensive.
"Disengage the tractor beams. All ahead full for the Defense Fleet. Divert auxiliary power to turbolaser batteries. All batteries fire on your targets on my mark. Mark."
A salvo of green jets hurtled forth from the Adjudicator, shrieking across space to bath the Anxians in the light of combusting plasma. The end had begun.