Anibeli's POV

  "Captain, ships have been identified. They are blaring Allegiances all through the system."

  "Go ahead sensors." She said.

  "Ay captain. From traffic, the situation is thus. A squadron of cruisers of the imperial navy had been stationed in system, along with PDS escort ships. A battle cruiser and escorts jumped in system and everything went to hell. Situation unstable." He said.

  "From what we can see, the battle cruiser is crippled and limping away, and her escorts, 1 cruiser and numerous escort classes, are currently engaging the imperial ships. The imperial cruiser 'Desolate' is dead in space, and the cruiser 'Lario's finger' is bleeding from multiple decks. PDS escorts are swarming to defend the crippled ships along with the last cruiser."

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  Anibeli's face wanted to cringe, but she kept herself still. She limited herself to tapping her pointer finger on her command throne. This was... very suboptimal.

  This was a full brawl, and she wanted nothing to do with this shitshow. She had one destroyer. Period.

  "What of the station, sensors?" Anibeli asked.

  "The battle is moving to the station itself now. The imperials are rallying around it, and the rogue cruiser and her escorts are hesitant to follow."

  "Hmmmm. Are we in range of that crippled battle cruiser?" She asked.

  "Affirmative, captain. Just barely."

  She smirked. Well, might as well give it a go before fleeing. "Fire 2 salvo's of torpedoes, then we flee to the station. Let us see if the emperor is with us this day." She said.

  The first Salvo rocketed away, and a bit latter, the second volley went out. The destroyer heaved about, and they burned towards the station.

  They went clear of most of the hostile ships, but 2 frigates started to intercept. They were still a ways away from the station and it's protection. They would have to break through.