The Windrunner and the Guardians, two MACROSS-class ships that had activated their Mirage Systems from the very beginning, were ready to attack the moment they revealed themselves. After rapidly transforming and briefly charging up, they fired two massive beams from the left and right toward the enormous White Star.
Purple and black attacks crackling with electric arcs tore through space, blazing with dazzling light as they struck toward the White Star. But at that very moment, a shield glowing with deep blue light appeared before it. The beams collided with the shield and entered a deadlock, erupting into an extremely blinding white glare. Countless streams of energy spilled out in all directions, and even the White Star's shield began to tremble.
Just when it seemed that a little more force would break through the White Star's shield, the energy before the MACROSS heavy mass cannon muzzles slowly dissipated. The beams they had fired gradually narrowed from thick columns into thin lines, until only straight streaks remained. The seemingly powerful attack was ultimately neutralized by the White Star's shield.
"They blocked it."
Countless people witnessed this scene. The brief excitement they had felt when the two warships suddenly appeared and attacked the White Star instantly vanished, leaving only endless oppression weighing on their hearts.
Inside the White Star, the woman who had been sitting upon the throne slowly rose to her feet and expressionlessly walked out of the hall.
"It's not over yet." Aboard the Windrunner, Captain Tiger Ramba chuckled when he saw their attack ultimately reduced to nothing but a streak of light. He stood and walked out of the bridge, handing command over to his deputy. "The bridge is yours."
"Yes, Captain."
Before Ramba had even left the bridge, the situation ahead abruptly changed. After the beams fired by