2019, Direct Confrontation
The scarlet fighter brutally barged into FateSpinner's Hangar Platform. Although FateSpinner's Hangar Platform was relatively spacious, the standard fighter complement of this Shatter-class WarMaster was 180 craft.
(It was much like how the Chiss called their capital ships Man-of-war—the Grysk called theirs WarMaster... Anyway, everything in the Unknown Regions, from nations to warships, had bizarre names. Destroy it all...)
Yet no matter how spacious it was, compared to a fighter's speed and maneuverability, this Hangar Platform was far too cramped.
But... this dagger-shaped, blood-red fighter, nearly thirty meters long, displayed unbelievable agility. It darted and twisted through the hangar, relying on the six laser cannons mounted at its front to unleash devastating bombardment.
The fighters parked inside the hangar were destroyed one after another. Crewmen and ground personnel were instantly carbonized and vaporized by the laser cannons' extreme heat, leaving the hangar in complete chaos.
On the bridge, General Yves turned pale with shock. Not caring about anything else, he grabbed his adjutant by the collar and roared, "Where did that fighter come from? What the hell happened?!"
"I... I don't know. That fighter seemed to appear out of nowhere... There's no clue where it was before or how it got here..." The adjutant was drenched in cold sweat as well.
They commanded an enormous fleet of 230 cruisers. They might have been driven to distraction by a hundred thousand drones, but it was still impossible for them to completely lose control of the battlefield. With 230 WarMaster-class radars, they should at least have had the most basic awareness of everything happening on the battlefield.
Yet no one knew where this fighter had come from.
FateSpinner had been launching fighters at the time, so the Hangar Platform doors had been thrown wide open. But from the moment