Red flashed all around Sve'rena as she gripped the armrests of her chair, her ship was in bad condition, she didn't need the flashing emergency lights to tell her that. Five against three spoke for itself, not counting smaller cruisers. In the first volley they had already lost most of the Arc Angel's systems. Their sister dreadnaught was in horrible shape, and their second partner was doing little better. The Liege had been lucky to be on the opposite side of the attack and thus was able to sustain most of the damage it took so far. The shields were holding but that wouldn't last forever, and they had sustained minor damage.<br/><br/>She leaned back slowly and held herself firm, the blinking lights on the screen showed the position of the enemy dreadnaughts as they closed in on the Arc Angel. The shields of the allied ship promptly falling, but not to damage, and sadly the Captain of the Liege understood why, "Lock main gun on the Arc Angel, fire on my mark." She said, her eye shimmering for a moment, shifting towards blue before returning to its normal color. "Mark." She ordered forcefully, tapping the button on her consol that released the safeties on the main gun. Their objective was to secure the Adamantum project, project, which meant there could be no prisoners. The other ship had three of the enemy ships on her and had already made its move. Unlike the Arc Angel it still had its engines and was  using its thrusters to move towards the sun. It's missiles and cannons bombarding the enemy ships constantly.<br/><br/>A moment later the main gun fired, a stream of pure yellow light struck out and pierced through the unprotected hull of the Arc Angel, splitting it in half promptly, leaving a trail of melting metal and two halves of the former ship. Sve'rena saluting the soldier's sacrifice as the ship begins to float slowly. "Prep Javelin warheads in tubes one through forty, and fire all at the nearest Dreadnaught." She ordered, running her hand along her consol, doing her best to keep up with the moments of all the ships around her, no matter how she planned it, there was no way to win. Both her other ships had fallen, the enemies had minor damage, and her ship could not handle five on one. There was only two options, escape, or death. "Pull us closer to the sun, and belay last order, use all missiles to defend against oncoming missiles, prepare for a jump to Vegrena."<br/><br/>It was a gamble but fuck it all if she was going to die here so easily. "Use the Mag guns to try to keep the enemy dreadnaughts away from us, keep missiles to counter enemy weapons, get all blades on the ship now." Using the informal term for her ships, though it would be clear what she meant. Since the human's joined the alien federation, they had named a lot of their work in human terms, so most fighter planes had names from old fashion weapons as someone's sense of humor. "Jump on my mark." She said, slowly counting to sixty so all the Cutlass's and other ships could enter before they jumped, her hand squeezing the hand rest firmly. "Make sure no enemy ships board." She demanded as she continued to count. "A volley of missiles was released shortly after and in return the Liege released its own volley, which failed to match the enemy weapons. A barrage of missiles crashed into the Liege and shook the ship, causing the Captain to be shaken violently in her chair. Though she was quick to force herself to sit up and run her hand along her bone hair.<br/><br/>The damage was acceptable for now, but another volley would be fatal. "Mark." Instantly the ship was shaken and she was roughly thrown from her chair and hit the ground hard. She tasted copper and struggled to sit up though the shaking refused to cease. "Status report, what is going on?" She asked her navigation as the ship continued to rumble. Jumps normally had a mild jerk at first but were normally smooth, this odd transit was not normal. But there was no answer for her as everything was drowned by the sound of the ship, it wasn't until shortly later that she realized what the sound was. The ship was being ripped apart.<br/><br/>She had said she would rather try and die then give up, and it looks like she would get what she asked for. Jumps normally took hours, to her surprise this one ended in minutes. She tried to struggle to her feet, until she resigned herself to looking for the cane she kept attached to her chair. Using it slowly she got to her feet and sat down again in her chair and pulled up a damage summary. Parts of the hull have been breached, there was damage to one of the artificial gardens, some of the water filtering systems and they were loosing air in some sectors, but there were no enemies anywhere around them that they could see. Which left a new list of priorities, "I want damage control to all sectors that need it, get wounded to the sickbay, if you are not on the sickbay, you are on damage control, get the engineers to coordinate the effort and get all the leaks sealed asap. Anyone not on the bridge should be working on getting the ship back together." She ordered and looked over the damage. Two of the three shields generators were out, though she had no idea what the damage was. She stood up quickly and grabbed a radio and clipped it on her ear and began limping to the main display, putting a image of the ship up and began to look it over slowly, running her finger over her can slowly as she stood there deep in thought, "Get me any scientists on board, I want to know what happened."<br/>