Tides of Change

[Rodent]

Blue. Beautiful Blue. Blue particles revolving around a blue core, flying through at an amazing speed, like a miniature comet, the force of the sky. It pulsated, swung...and impacted. A huge cloud of blue was created, but it was miniature compared to what followed.

There was a searing explosion, as the subsection of the Osiris ruptured, cracked, and started falling apart, tongues of flame were dancing from it, but it was still mostly operational. Just another day in Delta, and a massive pitched battle between the Guild Core and the Order. Order forces had struck first, and decisively, taking out a gunboat squadron in the Palau cloud.

The counter-attack came soon, and swiftly. The Core unleashed their big guns, the Makos, and Order bomber squadrons scrambled to assist. Soon, the Oathkeeper jumped into the fray. It was the Oathkeeper that was taking heavy damage.

The giants tussled with each other, and finally Titan threw down the Hydra, and the Makos exploded in a cataclysm of fiery torment. At great cost. At a greater cost.

It was a pyrrhic victory, The Order's entire strike group was severely compromised, but it was a victory, and something to smile about and drink to, this night. Today, Minor would not burn. Twenty-four hours of peace and quiet....a prized commodity.