A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 332, Wednesday
November 28th, 2018
Chapter Three: Aggression
The formations of the armada prior to its movement into the Central System was a thing of beauty. None of the commanders had ever witnessed such a gathering of strength and power.
It filled them with a sense of invincibility.
As the imperial fleet dropped into the Central System there was chaos where there should have been order, shock and surprise where there should have been symmetry and syncopation, there was hardly time to get a reading on their telemetry before the violence ensued.
The eyes of the fleet, those who had a view, they were preoccupied with taking in the enormity of the undertaking they were engaged in, the magnitude of the Central System, the size and scope of the planetary structure surrounding the Home World.
In the first moment, even as the fleet was in the process of calibrating their relative positions to one another, plotting their trajectory to the center, an entire combat wing made their intention to rebel known.
They fixed their arms on the flag ship of the commodore, and opened fire. Projectiles, energy weapons, nuclear arms lit up the void.
Command ships filled with officers who had never once been asked to risk anything, suddenly burst into flames burning their oxygen and fuel in a brilliant fire, deep in the dark of the void.
They were stunned, struck by fear and found it difficult to organize a response.
The attack was abrupt, it was a slaughter, it was devastating. The rebels fixed their sights on every command ship that did not belong to them and lit those up.
They sought to clear the field.
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