Revenge is what you wished for...
10 Seconds til we come out of warp sir!, replied the ensign.
As the seconds ticked by it seemed that certain breaths were held in anticipation.....3,2,1 . Returning to the TIE sector was always risky. Their was a horrific crash against the shields...the crew on the bridge held tight as more impacts were felt,warning klaxons were heard across the ship as some of the hulls had been breached. Red warning lights appeared from a dozen places throughout the ship calling for immediate attention.
Ensign Mims viewed at his screens and was momentarily aghast. "Admiral !, the Chaos armada has been destroyed, Sir! Our fleet should be here Sir...and there are no traces of it. We are registering over 2 billion fleet destroyed !" The admiral was about to say something when the ensign interupted again. "Sir! the debris field has us closed in! Our fleets are still coming out of warp behind us and we have nowhere to go!
Admiral Murik was normally a patient man, his commanding presence had wavered though and his real emotions shined through. He was a lithe man for his 40 years,and his trim muscular body leaped from the command chair as his face flushed deep red and he started barking out orders. " Get the scouts Out NOW! " I want every speck of this debris field cleaned up,get every available rec on it. It's too valuable a resource to leave behind! I want intel from every available source! Call in every available fleet in the area to guard the debris field, even Merc fleets!" I want to know what happened to our fleets within the hour! Now! people!...Move it NOW!
Normally the Lieutenant would have kept silent under the Admirals tirade, as he was considered slightly underage for his rank at the tender age of 23 with his blond hair and boyish good looks. Everyone in his family commented on how he managed to attain his rank so quick and still demand respect when he looked like a prima donna. But he broke with tradition and spoke his mind,hoping beyond hope he was wrong. "Admiral, I have a suspicion and we need to verify whether its true or not.....can you please send a message via sub space to your brother and
confirm his location? " Admiral Murik looked sternly at him with a little bit of loathing but he reluctantly agreed. Lieutenant Sahkan wasn't ranked at the top of the academy for nothing when his insight into tactics and warfare had been proven true before.
Murik went over to a comm panel and sent out a communique......the results were starkly immediate considering he had last heard from his brother over 2 decades ago. An incoming message was relayed from the comm panel to the bridge and a smiling face appeared on the viewscreen. "Greetings Dear Brother.....I see you have found the mess I left behind. I was hoping our reunion would be a pleasant one but i am sorry, it's not going to be. You really should pick your friends a little wiser next time....." The smirking face in the viewscreen was a Mirror image of Murik,except for the Unruly hair and beard....his face though looked regal while Muriks was twisted in hate. Commander Awol had appeared at last after his 20 year disappearance.
The love of a single woman had come between the brothers and caused dissension between them.....it was widely known through out the 'verse after a fight between them had caused the death of her after Murik's pistol had misfired when he was waving it around in a drunken stupor.
Murik was a little cold and speechless as he remembered a warning his brother had given him....the day had come and payment was due.
"Brother! I would love to Catch up on what you have been doing these past years but I have a present for you!, as it is OUR birthday!" replied Awol. What happened next caught everyone by surprise.....a wormhole opened up and 12 billion Alliance fleets streamed into space.....the effect was immediate on the bridge as stunned faces realized their inherent destruction and all talk ceased.
La séparation est doux chagrin tels was the last thing heard from Awol before the viewscreen glared white and filled with static. The shields buckled and the ship started to break up under the attack.....acrid smoke smelling of burnt plastic and metal streamed from beneath the floors and through the vents. The sweet smell of cooked meat underlaying in the smoke was apparent....4000 people were dead or dying.....and the cargo holds were buckling. His ship was feeling the strain....Murik always thought it was invincible....much to his despair he realized that wasn't true.
Murik realized that he had been tricked, what he thought was a safe haven for his fleets was a deathtrap and their was nothing he could do about it. All his recent intel had come to naught and he wondered who the spy was on board his ship as he looked around. The only one smiling was a recent raw recruit from an unknown galaxy with a weird tattoo on his forehead.....he didn't understand the glyphs until he finally remembered seeing it in a vid that spelled out a word....Fail. Admiral murik's last effort was to send out a warning but Ensign Mims regarded him with hate as he slowly understood....his communications were all jammed. Roughly 10 billion fleet were all under attack and had nowhere to run or hide.
His last thought as the leviathan exploded under the plasma beams of 50,000 heavy cruisers......yes,Parting is such sweet sorrow. Touche, dear brother....you finally got what you wanted for your birthday. The leviathan vaporized into derbs....and the vacuum in space returned to the void.