"Negative. Keep all of your fighters out and all your weapons online." Selendis glanced back and forth between the now offline connection to Tore and back to the royal. "We have a uncalculated threat present, so I will not have you lower your defences." She turned her eye downward, watching the interior display of them approaching the two ships from above.<br/><br/>"Captain, we need the codes." The ensign at the weapons stations stated.<br/><br/>She nodded, pressing her thumb against a small metallic groove on her armrest, her fingers punching in several commands into the display before her. She winced as there was a sharp bite as the ship sampled her tissue and sap composition.<br/><br/>The internal display flickered for a second as power was rerouted, capacitors now powering the bridge. There was a mechanical whine as the Plasma Lance powered up. To her side, she could see the other two doing the same, Durathror already completing her run and waiting for the rest to catch up.<br/><br/>"Clear the interceptors." She turned to the Aridian, "You best move above us. Have all your fighters and ships to do so. Now."<br/><br/>Seconds later, the command was relayed to all Floran interceptors, who shifted up above their respective Battlecarriers.<br/><br/>"Fire." She rubbed her fingers together, sap coating the tip of her fingers. There was a rumble and the beams flashed, blue-white. Selendis and Duneyrr's beams striking the hull of the foreign ship and Dainn on Tore's. The light was blinding, the bridge display compensating immediately to reduce the contrast. The beams pierced the hulls of the ships, heat flooding the hallways. Flesh and bone reduced to ash; metal and glass flowing to meld into one. Down below, she knew Dainn was purging Tore's crew. But it was not for nothing, she also knew she was taking down the foreign units which had infested both ships. The shield on the foreign ship was a minor affair, it could only hold for mere seconds at most if the shields were not already taking damage from the Interceptors' volleys before.<br/><br/>The glow from the display lit up the lower half of her face as she resumed her conversation with the Aridian, "We will escort you back. I don't know what stuff have the terrorists been feeding you, but you are horribly mistaken about the Coalition. Take care not to believe everything anyone says. Even myself. We will escort you back because it is best for our diplomatic ties." She peered over to the side before returning her gaze, "While I'd love to chat the day about what makes them terrorists and rebels, we will have to wait for a better time. In the meantime, please refrain from drawing too much attention to your ship."<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>"You killed a kid!" N'rthaa muttered over the comm with Lilith, crawling slowly through an air duct.<br/><br/>"I did what I had to do. The boy needed to die, and they are not Coalition citizens yet, so I can do as I please." She hissed, growing more annoyed by the second.<br/><br/>"It was a kid."<br/><br/>"There's nothing you can do now is there?" Lilith peered from the grate, getting a good view of a trio of civilian transports passing through the Stargate. "I think I'm at the bridge. See if you can find the oxygen resupply or the power."<br/><br/>"Got. It." N'rthaa steeled herself and moved deeper, thankful for the skin-tight suit already.