Ascendance (The Original Lands: Book 1)

Chapter 8

"Scanner shows more than a dozen ships heading straight for us, Captain," the crewman reported.

Panic quickly set in, should I try and get away, and why are these guys even here?

The Captain turned to Folduin, "What do you want us to do?"

Folduin didn't miss a beat. "Hail them, and if they continue to accelerate on our position, then we engage."

"Understood sir," Captain Teluria said, turning around in her chair, "All hands, level two battlestations!"

A crewman at one of the consoles repeated the Captain's orders.

"Captain Teluria to all ships, we will now rotate to face the incoming forces, enter into level two battlestations and have all Talons and Lancers ready for launch," The Captain instructed, after hitting a button on the arm rest of her chair.

The fleet slowly turned to face the incoming forces, that were right now, mere specs through the front windows. 

I could only imagine what the Allied fleet is thinking, another potentially hostile force appearing. This part of the world was quickly setting itself up to be a battleground.

"Captain, we're receiving a transmission from the Yurian fleet, I'll patch it through," a crewman said.

A bald headed man appeared on screen, he had several cuts and scars on his face, his eyes were pure white, giving off a malevolent look. He wore a smirk like one would wear a medal.

"Attention Galian dogs, I am Giren Hould of the Yurian sixth armada, I have one demand and you will comply with it, or my fleet will wipe you off the surface of the earth." the man said, with somehow a mixture of a rough but yet smooth tone.

He paused for a moment and then spoke up, "You have with you a boy that my master would very much like to meet, hand him over and I will allow your continued existence."

I already didn't like this guy. Not because he was calling for me to be released to them, but because of his condescending tone. I don't appreciate that at all. 

Folduin stood him, an absolute white rage fully on his face, "Record me," he ordered.

"I am Lord Commander Folduin of the Galian Royal Navy, the demand that you requested is absolutely absurd, and we therefore decline. I give you one chance to leave, this will not be offered again,"

The message was sent, and minutes passed before the black specs multiplied into a larger mass.

"Captain, we have Scrapers incoming!" the same crewman screamed.

I saw the Captain tense up, and Folduin frowned. "Captain, send a message to the Allied fleet, tell them to get as far away from here as possible, lest they want to get caught up in the fighting. Also set the fleet to level 1 Battlestations, and deploy our Lancers and Talons."

The Captain didn't even confirm his orders before she was off ordering Battlestations to one. 

Minutes later, I could see several hatches on the top of the ship slide open, and suddenly, many of the large mechs were lifted up by a platform. The mechs then jumped into the air, boosters on the back of their legs giving them the much-needed boost to get off the ship. 

Many of the cool looking fighters flew by, the Talons if I remember right. They immediately moved to engage the enemy forces. 

Most of the mechs followed the fighters, with a few positioning themselves around the ship. "Sapphire Squadron is to move with Ruby Squadron and engage the enemy. Royal squadron, you form a defensive perimeter around the ship. All forces, weapons free." The captain ordered.