overlooked the fleet of 4 warships in our hunter navy. We were for sure a superpower now. We had robots covering most industrial and agrarian jobs, with citizens being some form of clerk, soldier, manager, or leader. We had a booming economy, with the Giggam republic interested in being absorbed. The Rissi were thankful, and with only the war with the Hash’Yoth going, we were building up our economy at insane speeds. It had been two years since the formation of the Infinite Councils, every day of which was insane. We had two more warships in construction, and at least 10 others for transportation and trade with other colonies at moons around Infinity. Four of our warships were currently out tearing apart Space Spectres, with one other on patrol for our trade, and one other bombarding Hash’Yoth sites. The Hash’Yoth were hyper resilient and it was taking an insane amount of firepower to destroy their sites, followed up by ground invasions to them over. I wasn’t looking over that though. I was overlooking the fight with the Space Spectres.

“Dome formation people!” I yelled into the comms as three more approached. “Focus fire on the center one, but unleash 12 torpedos per ship on the far left one! Faster people, until shields are developed, we can’t afford to take hits! Every scratch is expensive.”

I watched as the purple torpedoes launched from a port on the back, zipping off extremely fast, using the small plasma thrusters on the rear to their advantage. The Space Spectre launched small orbs of biomass, colliding into the torpedos. The ones that were blocked still hurt the strange hostile creatures, but far less than the eight that got trough did. Explosions tore at it, with it launching telepathic waves that reverberated through my skull with pain. It was damaged, but not out of the fight. Meanwhile our powerful slammed against the shields of the Spectre, flashing red where it hit. Eventually one made it through, tearing at least a meter in, before the round burst, with plasma burning into it. Then another made it through. And another. It slowly died, and when it did, it just drifted there, like a hopeless hunk of misery. However in this time, the one not yet targeted had come within range of our ships. The strange orange lightning flashed across it’s scaly blue tentacle, whipping against a ship. The ship lost power briefly, and got a dent but was otherwise ok, while the Spectre was not. When it had gotten within the half a mile range, we fired off a revolutionary weapon, the Quenlyl lancer. A lance of red energy tore into the beast staying impaled in it a moment or two, before the energy flashed away. What was left was a gaping wound that had seemed to hit an organ. The Spectre did not relent though, pounding the ship again and again. Finally it died, after the third lance. Meanwhile, the rest of my ships had killed the other. I immediately ordered an inspection of the hull and armor. Our single starbase, the Hopper’Kli, would check it out, fix it up, and get it in tip top shape. The damaged ship fired up it’s neutral atom drives, and seemed to disappear as it flew through space faster than light. A few minutes later it was back in the Hoper’Kli. It was a victory, but not a very good one. Our droplet shaped ships were extremely expensive, and occupied 30% of the funds of the Infinite Councils. The repairs were going to cost an insane amount, but at least no one was dead. The Neutronium-cold Titanium alloy was, durable, plasma and energy weapon resistant, and could hold up if a piece or two of debris was hit in FTL(faster than light). However it was super expensive, and even after all those expensive material were put on, the vacuum born creatures still put a few dents in that tough motherfucker. I mean, shit on a pancake you couldn’t melt it with a few dozen Juncathari molten cannon blasts, or dent it with our best spaceborn railgun in one shot, but you could do that with a little electrified tentacle! That’s some nonsense. I sighed.

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“Fleet, return to base to get resupplied, then let’s get back to the front. We’ll try and find a group of one or two, then we’ll call it a day,” I said.

“Sir, there is a lone one within somewhat ineffective torpedo range. We could launch the remains of our torpedos there?” One of the ship commanders requested.

“Listen, our goal here isn’t to kill as many as possible here, it’s to keep them out of the safe zone, and do it as cheaply as possible. We recently caught a budget cut, so we need to make sure this is all kept cheap.” I lectured the commander. He had been one of the immigrants from one of the more peaceful human tribes, and had risen quickly in the ranks. He was a smart guy, but occasionally a bit too eager.

We fired up the neutral atom engines, and we flew away from the battlefield. Dragging a kilogram of bio-samples with us. We had so much to learn from the vacuum of space, and it was important to take samples. We flew through space, a column of blue-white light, from the distant and near stars as the light blurred together. I liked looking at it, seeing the result of something thought impossible, and knowing, that humanity beat the odds.