Catplayz Tson
Above the planet, the fleet commander is staring at the drifting remains of the freighters before the scans begin picking out the fighters. Then she starts swearing and turns towards the crew pit on the bridge.
"Hejrak!"
A voice responds.
"Yeah, boss?"
She pulls up a diagram of the near orbital situation and sends it to the person.
"Get me firing solutions on those damn fighters using the PD guns, then adjust and copy those for the rest of the fleet. And send a transmission to the planet. Vos has three hours to give herself up before we start firing."
Twenty-two measures after Adante's challenge, Alhergus walks out into the forecourt, clad in gold and purple armor, and with what appears to be an oversized halberd slung over his shoulder. As he shifts it into his hands, it crackles to life with arcs of snapping plasma running along the blade.
"Alright, pup. You wanted to die so very badly, here I am. Let's get this absurdity over with."