When the call with
Maldor Mecetti
was cut off, Laphisto turned his gaze to the communications officer, who simply gave a thumbs-up. The virus had been transmitted successfully. It moved unseen through the
Quest's subsystems, replicating itself in the deeper layers of code, inching closer to the ship's critical functions. Given enough time, they would have control over Maldor's vessel. They could shut it down entirely, strip it of its shields and weapons, vent its oxygen supply—or worse. The thought lingered in Laphisto's mind. There was much he could do.
But what was he willing to do? There was no time to debate the question. A new alert flashed across the holo-table, bringing a cascade of warning tones as sensor feeds filled the display. The
Quest had begun firing on the city.
Laphisto's heart tightened as he watched the red streaks of turbolaser fire lance downward, striking the surface below in violent eruptions. Even from orbit, he could see the devastation taking shape—buildings crumbling, fires blooming in the darkness, smoke curling toward the sky in thick, twisting plumes. The
Tracyn's alarms blared, and the bridge crew was already in motion, officers moving with precise urgency. Battle stations were manned, gunners primed their firing solutions, and the ship slipped seamlessly into a combat-ready state.
Laphisto didn't need to issue an order—his men were already acting. Almost immediately, the
Tracyn opened fire upon the
Quest, unleashing a fusillade of turbolaser blasts, aimed with precision at the gravity well generators. The emerald and crimson energy beams stabbed through the void, striking the massive hull of Maldor's ship with punishing force. The first few shots flared against its shields, but they would not hold forever.
On the communications deck, officers worked feverishly to push the virus deeper into the
Quest's systems. Their goal was clear—lower its shields, deactivate its weapons, and spread the infection further across the enemy network. But it had not yet fully taken root. If Maldor's technicians acted quickly, they could purge it before it latched onto critical systems.
Laphisto exhaled sharply, frustration flickering in his expression. His tail flicked once behind him as he barked out an order. "
Patch me into Maldor's ship! Open another channel!" The moment the connection was reestablished—if it was even accepted—Laphisto spoke immediately.
"
Maldor, what are you doing?! Cease your fire upon the city! I don't want to come to blows with you, but I will do what my contract entrusts of me if you don't halt your fire—NOW!" his voice was laden with concern as if he didnt want to fire upon his old friend. but There was no time to wait for a response. Beyond the
Tracyn's forward viewports, the distant blackness of space fractured. Reinforcements had arrived.
Four
Edaar Class star destroyer's dropped out of hyperspace in tight formation, Behind them, eight
Air'mar class heavy cruisers followed suit, the Dagger shapped frames of both ship classes moving swiftly into attack position. Lastly, the
Dh'ivo Corvette's surged forward in a wave, nearly thirty of them, placing themselves between the bigger ships to act as a Anti fighter screen.
the ships began to immediatly open fire, unleading several slug rounds chambered in a mixture of
LO-R6 [APCBC] LO-EIS7 [ION/EMP] and LO-TCTS [Thermal/Cryo] based ammunition. while rapid fire
LO-80H Ion batteries roared to life, lancing toward the shields of the Basilisk-class and the Super Star Destroyer with relentless, unyielding force. The void between fleets became a killing field before a single shot had struck.
This was not just battle—it was execution in motion.
Over two and a half thousand weapons fired in ruthless synchronization, an orchestra of annihilation guided by cold precision. There was no hesitation, no wasted effort—only perfect coordination as the volleys surged forward, filling the black with streaking lights of ion and steel. The Lilaste fleet did not fire in hope. They fired in
certainty.
The enemy's defenses awaited the inevitable impact, their shields raised, their counterfire already beginning to answer. But the Lilaste Order did not trade blows. They did not fight wars of endurance. They struck with overwhelming force, with numbers that shattered calculations and discipline that turned chaos into inevitability.
This fleet did not move as individual warships. It was a singular, inexorable machine—calculating, adapting, devouring all in its path. Its weapons were its voice, its commands etched into the void with every high-caliber round and ion burst.
The Lilaste Order did not wage war in the name of conquest. It was a force of absolute destruction, engineered to crush thier opposition beneath the weight of precision and firepower. There was no room for hesitation. No space for mercy. No chance for survival. And as the storm of fire closed the final distance, as shields flared in the first flickers of impact, a singular, immutable truth remained.
War was not something the Lilaste Order fought.
It was what they were.
Kaanni Ugaiya Kilran
Sieliel Dimegor
Karl Von Strauss
Ova Ziss
Diarch Reign
Diarch Rellik
Her
Zara Saga
Iellax Pellis
Lissa
Laphisto
