The Last Great Time War: part III

Grinding on

Ten thousand War TARDISes surrounded the fleet of the New Temporal Alliance. The NTA had one thousand Cyber-cruisers, (silver with rings around them) four hundred and fifty ships of the Warpsmiths of Phaidon, (sleek, black and dagger-like with glowing violet markings) one hundred and twenty of the Nekkistani, (like clumps of opaque orange bubbles fading to black where the bubbles met) two hundred of the Unvoss, (shiny gray spheres coated in boxes and spires) seventy five of the Sunari, (elaborate, colorful, spire-shaped vessels) twenty of the Monan Host, (gray boxes that warped space behind them) five Battle TARDISes, two War TARDISes, and of course one modified type-40.
So that made 1,873 ships against ten thousand, and one thousand were not even time capable yet.
At least the Renegade had an army, and did not have to fight the Daleks and Time Lords all by himself. Even though he was outnumbered five to one in this battle and thousands to one overall.

The Renegade was thinking over his options in his TARDIS when Morbius appeared on the screen.

"Rassilon wishes me to inform you that if you surrender now, you will be taken alive, but lose a regeneration. If you do not, you will lose all of your regenerations except the last, then be beaten to an inch of your life."

"Back from the grave again, Morbius," said the Renegade. "Enjoy it while you can, because you won't be back for long, and this will be the last time."

"I hope you choose not to surrender willingly, Doctor, because then I will be able to inflict upon you every torture that I have ever dreamed of!"

"I get that a lot, it's really tiresome now. I've yet to meet someone who's been able to pull off such a threat. I, on the other hand, am no Doctor. I don't play by my old rules anymore. I simply do what I must, and in this case, that means sending you and Rassilon back to Hell."

"You will never defeat me! I will have my revenge, and nothing will stop me this time! I will destroy-"

"I get that a lot, too. If you want to intimidate me, think of something original for once."

The Renegade shut off the connection and opened up a new one to his fleet as the Morbius opened fire and the fighting began.

"We need to organize ourselves into a tight spherical formation, weapons facing out, and raise the most powerful shield we can around us."

The ships fought through the colossal fleet around them to carry out the orders. All of the different parts of the fleet were communicating with each other and with the Renegade to coordinate themselves. Before long the fleet was a ball of guns with several layers of shimmering force field surrounding it.

"Cybermen, to the center! Charge your weapons and all fire on my order!"

Morbius's fleet inched closer, forming a loose hollow ball around the Renegade's fleet. Both sides were constantly firing, turning space into a deadly fireworks show.
The Time Lords did their best to dodge the NTA weapons, while their enemies in the ball let them hit the weakening shield. More and more enemy fire was getting through. The ranks shifted slightly as a gravitational pulse turned twenty five NTA ships into a singularity, which evaporated and took out several more.

"Hold your line," the Renegade ordered. "Almost there!"

Morbius's fleet stopped firing for a moment, then let loose a simultaneous barrage intended to finish off their opponent.

"Phase!"

All of the Renegade's fleet except the Cyber ships vanished and reappeared outside of Morbius's fleet. The five Battle TARDISes and two War TARDISes materialized around the Cyber fleet and moved it to the rest of their allies.