"The Swordfish Shuttles are ready and standing by."
"The Fuxi Intelligent Prediction System has completed its assessment. The estimated success rate for the first boarding operation is 92.1%, covering 83.2% of the enemy fleet's targets. This is the optimal approach."
"..."
Listening to one report after another, Primarch Tian Zhongqi felt his blood gradually begin to boil.
He had never served in the military, but what man didn't yearn for war? Swept up in the atmosphere, he was itching to try it himself, eager to experience this extreme sport of the battlefield.
But he quickly regained his composure, calming his surging emotions, and gave the order decisively. "Begin!"
At the command, the electromagnetic rails, already primed and ready, sprang into action. They rapidly launched the shuttles one after another, like bowstrings snapping after being drawn taut.
The shuttles shot forward like arrows loosed from their strings, racing toward the fleet more than twenty light-seconds away. Their advanced Stealth Systems kept the enemy fleet from noticing the approaching danger. Only after the shuttles had moved far from the fleet did their high-speed passage through space draw lines of gravity in their wake.
But just then, streaks of Light Particles flashed across the void, and patches of fire blossomed amid the dense Warship Group.
Everything happened so suddenly that the McCullenwick people fell into chaos. They tried to leave the star system as quickly as possible. In this universe, once an attack was detected, it was almost always followed by indiscriminate saturation fire.
But in the next moment, streaks of Meters flashed past and slammed into the warships' shields.
"Pop~" The seemingly sturdy Energy Shields vanished like soap bubbles.
The shuttle craft slammed into the warships' armor, punching through their sturdy hulls. Their elongated rams drove straight into the starships' interiors.
"Whoosh~"