Laser battery fire punches through space, splattering against the shields of the massive Lancer Class battleship, Vengeance. The stern admiral, hands clasped behind his back, commands a damage report and simultaneously orders a return fire against the enemy ship. Commanders bark orders, calling out coordinates, firing ranges, and vectors as gunners input the correct codes into the ship's AI firing system.
The admiral gazes at the huge plasma displays in front of him, his steely blue eyes taking in the destruction -- dark space lit up with battleships, frigates, fighters, blaster fire, ion cannon streaks, fire, smoke, and debris from the battle raging around them. He knows his fleet is outnumbered three to one, but by the gods and the determination of the Imperial Black Fleet, he would give those devils hell to pay.
His main screen explodes again as an enemy frigate collapses under the might of the fire power delivered from Vengeance's forward ion batteries. A ragged cheer erupts from the bridge's crew, but the admiral's expression is grim. He knows that they had also just lost a frigate and another is too crippled to move and is throwing all available power into its forward laser batteries, pounding the enemies main ships, trying to weaken or punch through their shields.
The admiral clenches his hands tighter together as another round of ion cannon and laser bolts hammers the weakening shields. He knows they wouldn't last much longer, but he also knows they had to keep the enemy occupied so the capital city on the planet below them could ready their defenses and reinforcements could arrive. The enemy had launched a surprise attack and his fleet had been the closest to intercept.
Warning sirens pierce the bridge, sounding through the ship as it rocks from explosions. "Forward shields down! Extensive damage to sections 40-49! Port forward batteries destroyed!"
The admiral bows his head slightly. All his life he has worked hard to become the man he is, rising through ranks, proving himself time after time until he had reached his goal of admiral of his own fleet. If this was the end, let it not be said that his character wavered, that his strength failed. His flagship was the Vengeance, and vengeance would be delivered to his enemies.
He looks up, fire flaring in his blue eyes. "Power up the Hammer! Convert all shields to the front and all remaining energy to the engines for ramming speed! Be prepared on my mark!" With those commands, he steps to the comm, hailing the commander of the nearby frigate, the Seraphim, whose batteries have completely run dry. But the admiral knows their shields are still operational as are their engines. He relays his plan to the commander, and his respect for the commander grows even more as the man affirms the plan without a waver in his voice.
Stepping back to the bridge floor, the admiral gazes around at the crew, each one looking at him, awaiting his next command. They respect him and follow his command, even if to the very gates of Hades, and he reciprocates that respects. Everyone silently acknowledges the heavy price about to be exacted. The bridge commander walks up and smartly salutes, "All systems are ready, sir."
He nods, then moves and hails the Seraphim, giving the order to proceed to ramming speed. From a large screen on the left wall, the bridge watches as the frigate flares its engines, picking up speed, heading straight for the enemy flagship. Enemy fire pounds the craft mercilessly, but it does not waver or break, charging straight into the storm.
"Engines to ramming speed! Follow the Seraphim and prepare to fire the Hammer on my command!" The admiral stares intently at the main screen, hands white as they grip the command console. A giant explosion fills the screen, buffeting the huge battleship, as the frigate explodes, ripping through the shields of the enemy flagship, severely damaging several nearby enemy ships.
"FIRE!!"
After issuing the command, the admiral bows his head, a single tear slowly trickling down his lined face.
Sacrifice...
...the consequence of vengeance.