"Concentrate fire on enemy fighters."
"But sir what about the enemy destroyers?"
"Send out more fighter squadrons, clear a path to their destroyers for them."
"But sir..."
"Now!"
"Concentrating fire on enemy fighters, sending out four more fighter sqaudrons from our destroyers"
*The hooded figure would walk to the window in the bridge, looking out over the battle, ignitting one of his lightsabers and turns around to look at his crew*
"We will win this battle, and we will send them down with the rest of their order."
*He raises a hand and the officer who questioned hisbirders starts choking and clawing at his own throat asbhe slowly gets lifted up in the air.*
"And an order is an order understood?"
*The corporals and officers nod looking worried at the struggling officer floating in the air*
"Sir, enemy fighters coming in from sector 5-6-7"
"Turn the ship starboard and take out those fighters!"
"Yes sir"
*the ship starts turning, meeting the incoming fighters head on and after a volley of laser fire from the ships turrets the fighters get taken taken out. One of their fighters flies close to the bridge and some of the officers salute the pilot*

Art ©  Denmander

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