Alec Lekkas watched the sensor display in silent horror, as the final Titan, the CAG, was pulled under by the combined weight of both Sabres. It had been a massacre, and even though the escape pods had all been collected by the Sabres, the screaming still undulated over the comms, telling of unspeakable pain, terror, and rage. Immense static filled the comms, as well as some cackling laughter that blended with the static as if to say that the laughter and static were one and the same.
All Titans, launch! If its got a pair of engines, I want it in the air! Get the gunners to their stations, and Alecs orders were carried with unerring precision. Soon, more fighters streaked towards the Sabres, but all met with the same fate, falling beneath the onslaught that both Sabres unleashed. The bridge was quiet as they watched the sensor display that had been put up on the main screen. Sometimes it would switch to the onboard cameras in the Titans, and the show was unspeakable. The ships glowed an eerie blue, and when they looked in the cockpit, there was no pilot.
Los Fantasmas, one of the officers whispered. The Ghosts. Alec crossed himself. The Sabres, once done with the destruction of the fighters, streaked towards the Fes.
Sir, theyre going for the docking bay.
Close the doors then, dammit!
Yessir he pushed a few buttons, and waited a few minutes. Then, in stark terror, he slowly turned to Alec. A second passed two the man that had closed the doors let out a scream, clutching his head with both hands, as if to squeeze the pain out. Then his hands went off to either side, as if controlled by a weird automaton, and in a jerky-robotic fashion, moved to open the doors. Pure and unadulterated horror filmed his eyes, which left Alec no choice but to knock him out with a blow to the head.
Mass panic ensued. Though Alec yelled for marine teams to be deployed, he was largely ignored. Then the screaming started.
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