Another moon, another horde has crossed the frontlines of Eta and made it to Malta's high orbit.
At first, only four of us, fighers stood between Malta and group of fighters, bombers, gunboat, cruiser and battleships. And as some of us begun to make amendments with their fates, we have stood there awaiting our calls for assistance to be answered.
After minutes of wait that appeared to take forever more fighter pilots have joined our side, thus giving us opportunity to initate skirmishing stage, in which we quickly claimed hostile gunboat and then, with assistance of missile Trident, the -=Small.Fire.Worm=- that has joined the foray, we have gained the upper hand and easily defeated remaining fighters and bombers, thus bringing the opportunity for arriving battleships of our own.
With no danger from Corsair escorts, we have turned our numbers against one of Corsair battleships, the CorsicanStar, and while one fighter was but a drop in the rain, we have bestowed hail of fire upon our oppressor, bringing it its downfall.
Free of threat, many of us departed the field of battle for safe harbours, but not for solace and peace, but to in instant change trade our kords for greater blades and head back to front lines where two Corsair battleships were still a threat to our world.
Upon our return to the field of battle, we have weakened remaining Corsair force enough for them to threaten our battleships no more, and thus we have delivered decisive victory today.
