Chapter 190 The battle of Nakor. (2) Experimental reflector.

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"Saintess, the enemy fleet has locked their cannons onto us. What are your orders?" The officer in charge of the carrier's defenses was already redirecting power from the main reactor to feed the shield generators, his hands trembling slightly as he awaited her response. Lilla, seated calmly in the captain's chair with her usual poise, let out a small, serene smile that somehow diffused the tension in the bridge. "You already know what I'm going to say," she replied, her voice soft yet brimming with confidence. "I trust in the capabilities of everyone here. Do as you see fit." "Understood, Saintess!" The officer saluted sharply, his chest puffing with renewed resolve. "Powering up the experimental deflector! Countdown to activation: 10 seconds!" "10..." "9..." "8... 7..." "Enemy fire incoming!" another officer shouted, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. The enemy fleet unleashed a salvo of long-range artillery, missiles, and plasma beams toward the human fleet's flagship carrier. The ammunition streaked across the void of space like a deadly rain of fire, colliding with the carrier's shimmering energy shields. Enjoy exclusive content from empire It was both a dazzling and horrifying sight, like fireworks of destruction cascading across the shield's surface, lighting up the blackness of space. "Energy shields at 64%!" reported the officer in charge of defenses. "At this rate, we can withstand two more full salvos, three if we're lucky! I recommend switching to an evasive combat stance. Static formation is too risky!" The officer's suggestion carried weight. In traditional space warfare, static combat stance was preferred for its precision and tight formations, ideal for maintaining control over the battlefield. However, it also made ships easier targets for overwhelming firepower. By contrast, the evasive combat stance prioritized mobility and survival, but at the cost of accuracy and coordination. "How long until the deflector is online?" Lilla asked, her calm voice cutting through the rising chatter like a melody. Unlike the officers, some of whom were visibly panicking, there wasn't a trace of fear in her tone. "The experimental deflector is online, Saintess!" The officer called out, standing straighter as he delivered the good news. "Good," Lilla said with a nod. "Relay my orders to the destroyers: switch to an evasive stance. Have them harass the enemy fleet, circling around their formation. We'll proceed to test the new experimental defense Professor Oscar provided us." Her voice was steady, decisive, and strangely reassuring. Even the most nervous officers seemed to regain their composure at her command. As if on cue, Professor Oscar stepped forward, his white lab coat flaring dramatically as he approached Lilla's chair. His silver hair shimmered under the bridge's lights, and his excitement was palpable. "Saintess," he said with a respectful bow, "may I have the honor of giving the first activation order for this device? This is, after all, its grand debut in battle!" His voice was brimming with anticipation, like a child about to unveil a prized invention at a science fair. Lilla gave him a small smile and nodded. "Go ahead, Professor." "Sir, not good!" The officer at the radar console shouted, panic evident in his voice. "The enemy fleet that retreated a few moments ago is back! And their main cannons are aimed directly at us!" Orlan Valis, captain of the Harbinger-Class Battlecruiser, grimaced as he glanced at the command screen. Alarms blared throughout the bridge, red alerts flashing across every console. For a moment, he sat in silence, letting the weight of the situation settle over him. Then, to the surprise of his officers, he laughed with a sharp, bitter sound that echoed over the chaos. "Ha! So, it seems that our own damn strategy has finally come back to bite us in the ass!" He slammed his hand onto the armrest of his chair, rising to his feet. His sharp, weathered eyes swept over the room, taking in the panicking crew. "Enough gawking! Get us out of here already! This battle is lost. I want coordinates for a retreat NOW!" Orlan shouted, his voice cutting through the noise like a whip. "Sir, communications are being jammed!" another officer called out, beads of sweat running down his face as he worked frantically at his console. "And... and the wormhole crew isn't responding!" "What?! Put the wormhole device room on the main screen! Now!" Orlan commanded. The officer hesitated for only a second before pulling up the camera feed. The holographic display flickered, and the image of the wormhole device room filled the screen. The bridge fell deathly silent. The engineers and guards stationed in the wormhole room were sprawled across the floor, their lifeless bodies strewn about like discarded dolls. The walls were splattered with blood, and the wormhole device itself was eerily silent, its usual hum replaced by an ominous stillness. "What the hell..." Orlan muttered, his voice low and hollow. He could feel a cold dread creeping into his chest, but he shoved it aside. He didn't have time to process the horror. "Enemy fire is incoming! Brace for impact!" The officer's shout snapped Orlan back to reality. He grabbed the edge of his console as the Harbinger shuddered violently. Explosive rounds smashed into the ship's energy shields, the bright flashes of impact lighting up the bridge. Some rounds missed the Harbinger entirely but struck the other ships in the fleet formation, turning them into fiery wrecks. "Shields at 47%! They won't hold much longer!" The defense officer shouted, his hands flying over the controls as he rerouted power. "Divert all power to the engines and shields!" Orlan ordered. "Forget about firing back! Take us out of here NOW! We'll flee until we're out of range and can initiate a warp jump!" Orlan wasn't just any captain; he was a seasoned veteran who had survived more battles than he cared to count. He knew that if communications were being jammed and the wormhole device was offline, the jamming device couldn't have a massive range. If they could escape the enemy's range, they could regroup and survive. Running without looking back was the only option. "But... but, sir!" one of the junior officers protested, his voice shaking. "What about the soldiers and mechanized cavalry we sent to the planet? And the civilians down there?! Are we just going to abandon them?!" Orlan's expression hardened, his jaw clenching as he locked eyes with the officer. His voice, when he spoke, was cold and unyielding. "There's nothing we can do for them. They're already doomed." The officer flinched at those words.

Chapter 190 The battle of Nakor. (2) Experimental reflector.

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