Prescott quickly ordered the Sardon-Atlas to retreat, then ordered all five ships to press their attack. As the Fraction Remnant Alliance ship opened fire, pushing forward, Prescott order the 99th Pursuit Fighter-Group to launch. SR-73 Voidbirds shot like bullets fired from a gun away from Spirit of Freedom... then grouping up with their weapons hot. Leading the 99th was none other than Prescott apprentice and replacement leader of the 99th when Prescott was promoted. "All SR-73 Voidbirds... Stay on my ass! HIT 'EM HARD AND HIT 'EM FAST!" Ordered Lieutenant Scott Fitzgerald Strom. Prescott handpicked Scott to replace him, as Lieutenant was the only pilot who ever kept pace with Prescott's flying skills.
As the 99th Pursuit-Fighter Group crossed the battlefield at frightening speed, Lieutenant Strom and his wing man, Second-Lieutenant T. K. Krat (Nickname: Kit-Krat Bar), pushed throttles to one-hundred-ten, with the ten-percent added power coming from the SR-73's war-emergency-power-supply (W.E.P.S). The two pilots performed a cross-helix maneuver, flying dangerously close, weeving in and out of each others' flight paths with the song, Let The World Burn - Slowed, screaming into their ears. As they crossed into enemy lines, they opened their weapon bays...
"FOX ONE!" Yelled Lieutenant Strom and Second-Lieutenant Krat in unison. They both fired a series of projectiles that rocketed into their enemies shield, causing their shield generator circuits to crackle and blow fuses, fry motherboards and cripple the enemy's shield... for the duration of the fight. As the rest of the 99th began their runs, more shield popped like blown-bubbles touching a lightning rod. Once the 99th had finished their run, they raced back to the Spirit of Freedom's hangar bay. There, inertial-gravity dampeners caught them and stopped them cold without killing the pilots. "Commander, majority of the enemy is without shielding capabilities... happy hunting." Reported the Lieutenant, with what could only be described as a "shit-eating-grin" plastered across his face.
"Roger that, Lieutenant. First round is on me, tell the 99th." Prescott ended his communication with the Lieutenant, then taking helm controls, he ordered Arscott and Jetscott to just hold their triggers down. He then ordered Bresscott to monitor enemy chatter... for her commander wanted to hear a tyrant scream. With the final order to push the dual helix-drivers power through their sub-FTL engines, Prescott and the Spirit of Freedom pulled away from the four other ships. "Arscott, Jetscott... unveil the nuclear gambit... All Weapons... OPEN FIRE!" Ordered Prescott. As he got the Spirit of Freedom into a corkscrew, he managed to keep the Interstellar-Battleship on a path straight down the middle of the Snowesian Armada...
Snowesian ships without their shields... never stood a chance. Ships erupted into a field of silent, flash-frozen corpses and once powerful ships reduced to a graveyard of twisted and mangled metal. Empress Kaga watched as the Spirit of Freedom ripped her armada to shreds. However, as she ordered a full retreat. "EVERYONE RETREAT! PROTECT ME YOUR WORTH FOOLS!" Screamed Kaga at the pitiful fleet trying to stay alive. Brescott, picking up her scream, gave her signal to her commader. Prescott then opened her broadcast and force-hailed her. "Well now... Empress... sit would seem you'd lost this battle... utterly humiliated by six... fucking... ships." Prescott's visor turned that royal red, as did his accent lights. "You pathetic tyrants are all the same. You talk a big game, then when somebody well beyond your understanding rips your pawns apart, you beg and scream to be save by those you so scorn." Prescott's words had Kaga's whole crew silent as he was broadcasting everything ship-wide... everyone could her their conversation.
"I'D SACRIFICE EACH AND EVERYONE OF THESE USELESS CREATURE BEFORE I LET YOU DEFILE MY RECORD! EJECT THE CORE! NOW!" She screamed. The engineering chief ejected the ship's core from the ship... detonation sequence activated. Prescott, seeing the core overheating to a critical level... pushed the Spirit of Freedom's sub-FTL engines well past their stress-limits. "DIVERT ALL POWER TO FORWARD SHIELDS, NOW! ALL FRACTION REMNANTS, GET BACK!" He yelled into his communicator.
"ALL HANDS! BRACE FOR..." Prescott never finished that sentence as the FTL Core from Kaga's ship erupted. The shockwave slammed into the Spirit of Freedom, knocking out all of her power. Michigan's eyes widened realizing Prescott had just saved them... again. This time, at the expense of his ship, his crew, and himself. "HOLD ON! PACIFICS! PREPARE FOR..." Michigan stopped speaking as he watched Kaga seize the opportunity to open fire on the Spirit of Freedom, punch holes through it. None of the alliance could move, frozen in horror... however, the Spirit of Freedom's last transmission... had been picked up by an unknown frequency.
[Location: Xephos-Prima]
Deep within the hollowed-out core of the planet, a being standing eight-feet and some change tall, growled, his mind was made up. "Enough observing... if there are warriors noble enough to self-sacrifice for their teams... then I must fufill my duty." His seemingly mechanical hands pressed a series of buttons... causing the planet to split open along a strange-metal line that divided the planet. The song, Death Can Have Me - [Slowed] played within the confines of this strange room. Once the two hemispheres had pushed away and closed into an open position, Theta was the first to notice... the planet's core... was a particle mass accelerator turned into one hell of a lethal weapon. "ALL SHIPS, SCATTER! NOW!" She yelled, snapping everyone back to their senses.
As they scattered, the particle mass accelerator spun up, racing faster than the interior of a black hole. After about sixty-five seconds, the accelerator fired a bolt of pure-kinetic energy... that ripped through the aft section of Kaga's ship, sending it spinning out of control, back toward HGP1. The being pressed another series of buttons and Xephos-Prima pulled its hemispheres back together and sealed tightly. For a moment the uneasy tension was thick enough to suffocate everyone. However, as the lights on the Spirit of Freedom flickered back to life, a unknown frequency hijacked every communications array within the ships of the Fraction Remnant Alliance...
"Dwellers upon the soils of a long dead empire... come to Prima... come so I meet such creatures who show such promise... such potential... so says I, the the Last Prodaerian, the last voice of my people... do not waste time, do not dottle."