Furious Wind 2: Mourning star

Mourning Star Pt 3- Stand tall

I slid into the cockpit of the raptor interceptor, as a trio of illiteran drone fighters flew past the hangar, the high pitched whine of their drives grating on my nerves. Somehow they managed to make the drives run at minimum efficiency yet not to the point of overheating. I strapped myself in, and the cockpit slid closed above me, a soft hiss telling me that the fighter was pressurised. Jamming my hands around the controls, i kicked the accelerator pad, and the craft slid out of the hangar, the walls giving way to space.  I felt a huge explosion, as pressure from a blast rocked the ship. There was no sound, but the blast wave of each projectile, each missile, each shell, gave off a burst of hot gasses. I slammed the control stick to the right, and felt the G force as the fighter rolled towards an enemy fighter. There was no time for deliberation in movement now, there was no time for thinking.

The new Raptor fighter was faring better than the old anciental fighters. Although the anciental weapons and technologies were, as some referred to them, end game, the raptor was becoming a more viable option, as we no longer had the facilities to create Whitesteel, or Titansteel, to manufacture anciental technologies. Neither did we have the schematics or research for anything other than medium NOVA technology. NOVA technology was old by comparison to Anciental, but it was already the most advanced power system in this universe. One burst from a NOVA rifle was capable of burning through 40 metres of pure tungsten armour, and still having enough power to create an explosion.

We'd starting to create our own weapons, we'd colonised a planet, sorrowful searcher coming to rest within a huge subterannean hangar, 10 miles bellow the surface. We'd built a few small classes of ships, among them the Havoc class battleship, the aires class cruiser, and the venture class Destroyer.

The serethians were confused by these classings. For them, a destroyer was the smallest, the cruiser the medium, and the battleship the largest. In our classification system, cruisers were 10-12 man ships, battleships 50-80 man warships, and the destroyer, with the venture being the largest class so far, reaching crew counts of 3000-5000. 

We had a government of sorts, With clans, 12 in all, split into 3 subclans each, each clan handling a different task. Each sub clan handling a facet of the duty. I had been elected as leader of the skye subclan, from there, the skye subclan was currently the most powerful speaker for the star clan, and the star clan had been chosen for the current leading clan.

This gave me power over most of our race. But The Skye subclan's duty was the command of all of our military ships and patrol ships, all warships, fleet scouts and carriers. The water clan handled troop movements, but they couldn't use skye clan warships to move troops, so out of five fleets, one fleet was created that used warships from all other clans, and was put under the control of the clan council. 

We had named our world l'lefta, and ourselves the l'leftans. We swore never to do what the illiterans had done, to burn and pillage, to kill the innocent. We swore never to ignore those who needed help, to turn a blind eye to the needy. We became like the early anciental, loving and caring, unpredjudiced. And in time, the illiterans saw this as a sign we had become weak and peaceful, as the ancientals were at their beginnings... They were wrong.