Unscathed, what do you reckon he would do?
"Thirty order power?" Sun shouted at his deputy. "Nonsense!"
Jocaster flew in the silver fireball’s light.
"As powerful as the Sun?"
He held out both his arms.
"How could it be?"
And he smiled.
"We would all be dead!"
“Perhaps we are.” Said Zadig.
The lights across Andaman’s bridge started turning red. A shining sea of blood wrapped around Natalia. Lights in their thousands, turned in an instant. She felt its meaning in her core, and gasped.
"Contact!" Elina shouted.
“Oh fuck!” Vincent cried. They were not alone. The millions saw him now.
Jocaster watched his artful murder, shining with his power, as bright as the Sun. No one could touch him now.
The fireball they had made was the source of their destruction. It tore apart at the centre and lashed out a lethal belt of searing plasma. The attackers, whose weapons built that haze, had slim defence against it. Alone, their shields fought the killing light, sparkling in its path. But they were nothing.
"Sir, the first wave is taking casualties." Said General Mendel to Marshal Sun.
“We haven’t a chance against him.” Said Zadig, staring into their model chaos. “We never did.”
“Sir, our orders?” Said Mendel, but Sun would not answer. His face was crimson, and he barely breathed.
“Yes Sun, what now? A second wave of death!”
Zadig turned to see his superior falling to the floor. Both generals caught his fall, but Sun was in a bad way. He was suffering a heart attack.
"Get him out of here." Said Zadig to the aides who came to save his life.
The ships scrambled, in complete confusion. Jocaster killed a good number of them within seconds. He controlled the monumental energy of their attack, turning it back on them what they had meant for him. Hundreds more collided in their attempt to flee.
"Sun, we’re being slaughtered!" Said Natalia, on her knees before the red display. Her terminated pilots stood in scarlet avatars around her.
“Commander.” Zadig said, his face taking over the link. “Abandon the attack. Abandon the second wave. And save as much of the fleet as you can. Operation Isis is cancelled.”
“Yes, sir?” She said, looking back to him, more than dazed.
“For the love of life, withdraw!”
The fireball’s power soon petered out. But it was just the beginning of Jocaster’s vengeance.
"Commander!" Shouted Natalia’s trio.
“Power build up in the epicentre.”
“It’s more than we can handle.”
“How much?” She asked.
“Twenty?” Natalia couldn’t bring herself to comprehend it.
“Twenty five!” Shouted back her assistant, as it increased. “Alpha is exponential!”
Jocaster took to flight and tore a great wave of aner with him. Every ship within a mighty distance was cleaved apart at the seams, helpless in its presence. He had so much power that even its wake was enough to tear apart every ship the humans had; from fighters right up to Andaman itself.
"Holy holy holy shit!" Said Vincent, his eyes glued to the wave of death.
“Stay with it.” Elina ordered. “Don’t look at him. Fly!”
The atmosphere trembled with the power at its edge. Shockwaves boomed throughout Eurasia. Even distant Saint Petersburg peeled with percussive thunder. Yolanda heard it, like timpani, slightly out of time with the orchestra’s crescendo.
"Withdraw!" Commanded Ghushkova. "Clear the battlefield. Take us out of here, maximum speed!" "Evacuate?" Said the youngest of her trio. "And leave our fleet?"
Her whole bridge crew stared at her, in horror. Natalia wiped the tears from her eyes.
He took it, and he turned it. And there’s more to come. Yet, at the speed of time itself, no one beyond the Earth knows that this is happening. Not Andalans. Not even his sister. The one who might stand up to him.