Suddenly, the cruiser exploded, causing a huge shock wave to travel through space and slam into the Dragon and every other ship present. A few consoles exploded around the bridge, injuring one crew man.
Chris barely remained in his seat, holding on as best as he could.
"Inertial Dampers temporarily off line," Vendar said in a strained voice.
"No kidding," Chris said sarcastically, the G-forces pulling him out of his seat and to the floor. He almost rolled past the helm, but he grabbed on to the base of the helm and barely held on.
Finally, the G-forces ended as the ship came to a complete stop. Chris let go of the helm and stood up, looking over the damaged bridge. Half of the crew had been thrown from their stations, but were now returning to them.
"Report," Chris ordered as he returned to his seat and began to examine the tactical situation.
"Over half of the Vorkalai fleet has been destroyed," Vendar said. "They are retreating back the way they came.
Chris sighed and slumped in his chair.
"We only lost eleven ships," Vendar finished.
"Are you okay," Chris asked Carl as he stood from the ground. He had been thrown all the way to the view screen.
"Do I look okay," he asked, wiping a smear of blue blood from his nose and lip.
"Better get to sickbay," Chris said.
"At least that's over," Sarah commented as Carl left the bridge.
"But that was barely the beginning," Chris said. "Now that they know we can put up a great amount of resistance, they'll be pulling all of their resources into destroying us."
"Then hopefully the rest of the fleet will be finished upgrading soon," Sarah commented. "Over half of it is still going through a refit."
Chris just nodded.
Captain's Log: Supplemental
With the first battle of the war over, we rest momentarily. How ever, the war is far from over. Considering that the Vorkalai are expanding in almost all directions, if ten thousand ships attacked such a small area of space, how many ships do the Vorkalai have?
Mean while, the wedding is still on, and Sarah and I will
soon be married
"Do you, Christopher Harriman, take this woman to be your wife. To love and cherish her, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?"
"I do," Chris said. Tom handed him the ring and he slipped it on to Sarah's ring finger.
"And do you, Sarah Caft, take this man to be your husband. To love and cherish him, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?"
Sarah was staring into Chris's eyes, her love for him greater than any feeling she had ever felt before. "I do."
"Then I now pronounce you husband and wife!"
And with those words, they kissed
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