47TH KAVALIAN TACTICAL FLEET GROUP
COMMAND SHIP
GREATSOUL DREADNOUGHT
FANGS OF STEEL
"…lost a hundred and nineteen ships destroyed!" Joram screamed to his father as the FANGS OF STEEL shuddered under another barrage from what appeared to be a group of powerful smaller ships that were coordinating their attacks by dropping in and out of Shroud.
"Another fifty-nine too heavily damaged to fight! Half our force gone in the first sixty seconds!"
"Admiral!" His COM officer barked from across the bridge. "We have lost contact with the ground teams! They reported a massive missile barrage and then…"
"Speak man!" Puram barked angrily.
"Then the man said thousands of dragons were pouring from huge ships above the facilities!" The COM officer answered.
Puram's eyes grew wide. "Dragons!" He gasped in revulsion. "Sensors! Sensors!"
