"Don't you love epic battles Debby?", the emperor was in one of his famous moods, "how they caught us by surprise with their new aerial combat capabilities?", turning to his lieutenants with a creepy smile, "and now they float on the horizon", winking, "tantalizing us just out of reach for a fast and glorious skirmish"
"What are your orders emperor?", her voice was uncharactaristically strained.
"Retreat the loot and food barges", his smile widening, "all the way to Motonanka", turning his back to their gasps, "our victory is already assured", drawing his cutlass to the sky, "BEGIN OPERATION THUNDERSTORM" his shout echoed by every ship in the armada.
Closing his eyes to concentrate his conciousness drifting in the void of the system, touching the first beacon gave him the oceanic awareness of Odacious but he did not stop there, turning his mind to vapors he let it touch the other major beacons and expand his senses through every NPC controlled ship, slowly through the minutes every drop of water, sweat or blood in the pirate armada was in the scope of the emperor's percieved reality, a sluggish body moving slowly on the surface but in truth each individual part was moving so fast the sailors were getting sea sick.
Like a giant bird spreading its wings, Slom moved the fleets in a pincer motion along the coast of the bay, catching the guild alliance fleets unprepared, his envelopes of fire congealt on each enemy for a fraction of a second and he flexed his muscles, every hit he suffered was like a sting, a ship lost was a deep wound that bled sailors into the void as he wept for them in pain.
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Airships came, out of his lines of sight their bombardments flowers of pain as they covered his NPC ships with gaping holes, lucky there weren't many of them but the emperor was never one to plan for luck.
Leaving the outer edges of his formation to fend for themselves he concentrated on a core of seventeen dreadnaughts that were under constant preparations from the moment he heard the rumors of flying ships, he had magic and powerful artifacts to make every wish come true.
Like a child raising his head from the water of a bath, he pushed with his mind and the world bent to the will of the emperor, water dropping from their sides, the forewarned crews taking storm positions and the emperor laughing maniacally as they rose to the heavens to meet their now far less dangerous foes.
The smaller planes left his envelope of death too fast for him to catch them bat now that he had the range to their larger ships diminished they weren't so big to behold, about on par with a small barge and their actual body not much bigger than a skiff, not bothering to align them with his broadsides he fired the anti air artillery into perfect effect, blasting holes in the enemy before his senses told him to release his breath and the mjestic ships fell back into the water like whales splashing in delight.
The timers for another jump were resetting and he could once again spread his conciousness to the rest of the fleet, at about halfway around the bay he started pulling his arms toward each other, racing to the center of the bay with all his forces and creating a mass of ships that nothing floating was left behind them, opening his eyes to the dim light of dusk and stretching his muscles he smiled at a good day's job, seeing the airships limping with smoke trails in the distance made him bark a small laugh at their cowardness.