gearshift48
The choice of setting the fuse to the rounds was very smart, since the rounds would just directly plunge down into the surface of the planet when they missed, and, in fact, all would miss due to the random movements the ships were making to avoid direct hits.
The Cyan ship in particular, whence all shots were fired towards, was one of the least favourable choices. If the projectiles had exploded within the general fleet formation, the fleet would suffer greatly, as the increadible detonation power of the rounds would wash over and destroy a great portion of the fighters and medium ships, likely reducing the fleet's numbers to half. However, the Cyan ship operated differently. It was the only one with an apparent shield, and a shield so evident that it glew a bright, bright cyan visible from across the battlefield. The shield seemed to stand quite far away from the ship itself, farther away than the whole ship's size, as it seemed to be one of its main defenses.
The ship itself wasn't that well defended, its hull had another shield layer, much similar but much different to the one on the outside. Instead of actually shoving the projectiles of the enemy aside or bouncing them off, this one was completely rigid like a metal plate, and black all throught. Light leaked through some parts of it from the ship itself inside, which was slightly smaller, and of a different, whiter composition. It was a huge array of luminous accumulation for its devastating single projectile, that erased almost half of the enemy capital ship in one shot.
The projectiles went and detonated close-by the ship, and on the exterior cyan shielding. However, the exterior shielding is some kilometers away from the ship, and it absorbed the impact greatly, adding to the already aproximatly 200.000x reduction of strenght from the impact due to the detonation distance.
The waves of plasma washed over the ship still having tremendous strenght, but were met with the second shielding wall. The shielding absorbed the impact of the shell, and seemed to be reverberate, making a metallic noise if it were in space. It fluctuated and started to whitle the fluctuations down, when the third and last set of 3 kite-like spaces seemed to distance itself from the ship, as if they were absorbing the fluctuations from the hull.
The hull stopped shaking, but the kite-like geometries were shed off from it, as they floated off into space slowly but surely, and then detonated into a million small crystallic pieces in a beautiful flash of sprinkled light reflected from the debris.
The Cyan ship continued to charge its powerful luminous beam. It was clear that the luminescence was getting very, very bright. On the likes that it'd hurt to look at it unprotected, from Devas' Terror's viewpoint. Weirdly enough, when the fleet approached the place where the cyan ship was now, the giant white ships did not shoot any missiles at it, as it seemed that they weren't capable of repairing it.
They were now stationed in front of the planet, as the fighters were moved onto the front row of the formation, about 500km from it, and instructed to fly into the large projectiles from Devas' Terror, if it fired them at the fleet again. Suicidally defending the fleet as a whole to allow the capital ship killer to shoot another round at Devas' Terror, enough to completely incenerate the interior and decomission the ship indefinetly.
Meanwhile, the rest of the fleet separated itself more, giving more spaces in-between ships to lessen the effets of wide-sweep attacks. They fired another volley of normal rounds mixed with nuclear rounds at the oncoming fleet rather than Devas' Terror, so that it could intercept missiles or projectiles, and damage the enemy fleet, eventually.
Drakador_Chaos
The old Musavian, satisfied with his work, now sat down onto the large chair at the tip of the table with contempt on his face, listening to the Iridestin talk with a smile on the face, before he resumed with talking of his own.
"Oh trust me, if everything goes well you'll get information about the attackers. After all, the more people fighting evil like that in the galaxy, the better.
Anyways, this meeting was less about wares for our side. Now let me explain what we mean.
As a whole Interstellar nation, as you could call it, we can supply the widest array of goods, from weaponry to cellphones to ice cream. However, communication is the key to sustaining a healthy trading system, and as such, here is what we propose."
The Musavian presses a few things on the keyboard, and with that, the hologram table shifts to show another image floating above it. It seems to be some kind of small station floating, and on the other side of the projected rectangle, another station very similar to it, and between them a small traced line.
"We propose setting these up, small trading stations linked with quantum communication devices, that would use integrated systems so we could both update ourselves automatically regarding what wares we have and what their price is, relative to other products and currency!"
The Musavian slides over a few papers towards the leading Iridestin, together with a blue-ink spherographical pen with white velvet outsides, metallic parts in gold struck over by orange velvet stripes on the body.
"Don't worry, you won't need to pay for it, as the costs will be bankrolled by our side, as well as the construction. But you need to provide a good space to put it, where it can't be illegally accessed or won't be prone to erosive effects, but still in space due to the sensitive nature of the communication devices. Once we get this out of the way we can talk about what we have to offer right now.
Oh! Also, excuse my preparations, we had this set up in Damadafu, but well, all of that is happening, so we had to rush it here, I hope it doesn't bother you."
