CHAPTER 4

The bridge crew recovered from the assault as best as they could. The commanding officer was very impatient, as he continued to hail the captain waiting for a response. Wedging the doors open with his strength, the captain entered the bridge slowly not even acknowledging the crew mates around him. The First officer staggered in a hurry to towards him, his scars visible. Before the officer could get a word in. More and more of the magicians' warships started materializing, amassing an enormous fleet. Blake Angered by his judgement. “Did you not heed my call, what the hell was that fiasco?” towards the captain, then made a general order. “Evacuate the premises, full velocity for star base alpha.”

Vanity warbled but in due course left the sector of space. Undoubtedly the imperials presence will return. As sorcery of all kinds let loose blasting every inch of the sector alight. All hell was let loose.

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Dean attempting to cling on a shred of his dignity and pride he had left, to mask his failures due to his oversight. Blake glared in his direction. Simply he didn't respond, and an eerie silence fell, the kind only audible sounds, the humming of the engine and the occasional sparks from the damaged consoles. Dean eventually spoke up. “It appears... I underestimated the sorcery, their sheer force. As a result of my actions. You... no… Vanity suffered. I dammed our nation by igniting a war.” his friend's own spirit sank, shuddering in disbelief for the captain, his friend. “No shit Sherlock! Were you expecting a prize?!” The captain did not react but continued. “Once were at station I'll hand over my command”- He was cut off by Blakes immediate retaliation on the subject.

“Over the queen's dead body, you will! Britannia has fought civil wars before, we are conquerors at heart. BUT we strategically plan first… besides No doubt if we can capture these being their species will make effective slaves or even military units.” The commander implied forcefully. Dean recovered slightly from his bitter heart. “Quite right you are. Although we are out matched currently, I suspect they shall be deploying their forces to counter any further resistance from us.

Blake replied. “You'll finish what you sowed, in the name of humanity for the Empire's survival and victory. Prove vanities worth in the battle to come.” Dean’s spirit returning. Straightening his stance and posture in agreement. Then ordering the communications officer “send an emergency message informing the council of our arrival on route to the station” The communication offer acknowledged, and he got to work.