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Chic CAN 
One if the Centaurian groups sped towards the planet’s surface clearing out any Drex ships in their path, once they reached the atmosphere a single galactic cruiser broke formation and landed on the surface to collect as many evacuees as possible.
The group of 49 ships remained near orbit to cover their cruiser.
Meanwhile Nostros’ fleet made way towards the sun, their bio-link was still strong enough, but they couldn’t risk the power drain on their bio-suits.
Nostros was focusing on the battle, explosions and weapon flying in all directions. They has lost another of their smaller ships. “Alter the formation, keep the smaller ships on the middle or our shield won’t be large enough to shelter the smaller ships and make room for some of those compromised Gigercat vessels.”
“Sir we have sent a communicate to 3 Gingercat ships who’s lost most of their shields and are losing engine power. They need time to get things back up on-line.” Kasha informed him. She ran back to the coms station directing her subordinates.
“Pilots open a whole and catch those ships in our net, hopefully we can hold long enough for them to get their shield back online.”
“Brother!” Krits shouted, startled from his battle strategizing. “She’s here.”
“Who?”
“Shandrack!”
"What are the odds," Nostros smirked.
"Everything happens for a reason." Krits nodded.
"We need to get her to the Admirals ship- that's where she will be safest."
"You're funny."
"What?"
"You worry about her too much... yes she is valuable, but you forget what she is capable of."
"I can't help it."
"You better." Krits cleared his throat and quickly glanced at Tracker who was now standing by his side. "She doesn't belong to you."
"I am well aware of that."
"Are you?"
Just then their ship jolted causing many crewmen to fall. Nostro's ship was on the edge of the linked bio-shield. 2 Drexian gunships took their focus off the Gingercats and placed all their weapon fire on the Valectica.
"Sudden change of heart?" Krits pulled himself over the console.
"They are changing their attack tactics. They must be getting ready to use that weapon soon and are trying to gain a safe distance. We must be in their way." Nostros had fallen on Tracker and the two fumbled to get back to their feet.
"Or we finally ticked them off."
"Any comments?" Krits looked at Tracker.
Edited by Chic CAN - 9/22/12 at 2:01am