The crimson child -Male Sith Reader-

Comradeship

~ Commander Havok POV

I noticed that a few of their ships were reorganizing. Their rotation began to take the shape of an attacking formation. It was unusual for a blockade to take the initiative, but the chances were never zero. My first thought was of course to retreat but then I remembered the Lord's words.

"Surrender is for those who lack conviction." it echoed through my mind and so it did through everyone else's.

I exchanged a few gazes with my officers and then made my decision.

"Everyone in battle position!" I yelled through the bridge.

There were no surprised or doubting glances in my lines, everyone was ready and willing to fight here and now.

The vast expanse of space and the loneliness of the planet Ryloth lay before me, and it was filled with the ominous presence of the CIS blockade ships. It was a disheartening sight, the odds stacked against us in terms of sheer numbers. But I knew that numbers alone did not determine the outcome of a battle; strategy, tactics, and conviction were our weapons. And I had faith in the capabilities of our forces under my command.

As our ships moved into formation, the E-90 E Wings and Incom LB-70 light bombers were prepared for launch. The Lancer-class pursuit ships took their positions, ready to intercept any incoming enemy fighters. Our soldiers knew the stakes, their faces resolute, their determination echoing the sentiment that had been instilled in them by the Lord's words.

With a quick nod to my officers, I transmitted the order to launch the attack. The E-90 E Wings and light bombers shot forth from our ships, their sleek forms cutting through the void with precision. Our pilots were skilled, battle-hardened, and driven by a conviction that transcended the odds before them.

The CIS blockade ships reorganized, their formation shifting into an attacking stance. It was a bold move, and their intent was clear: they aimed to overpower us with a swift assault. The initial instinct might have been to retreat, to regroup and reassess the situation. But as the Lord's words echoed in my mind, doubt was replaced by determination.

"Surrender is for those who lack conviction," I murmured to myself, channeling the unwavering spirit of our Lorda.

The comms crackled with activity as I transmitted orders to our pilots and ship crews. The Lancer-class pursuit ships darted forward, engaging the incoming enemy fighters and disrupting their initial assault. Our E-90 E Wings and light bombers weaved through enemy fire, responding with calculated strikes that hit vital points in the enemy formation.

The battle evolved into a symphony of chaos and strategy. As the enemy forces closed in, we executed a daring manoeuvre. Our destroyers and Corvettes split into two groups, flanking the enemy formation. The E-90 E Wings and light bombers worked in tandem, delivering devastating blows to the CIS ships' vulnerable flanks. I watched as the enemy's once-unified formation began to falter. The initial advantage of their numerical superiority was eroded by our tactical precision. Amidst the chaos, our communication channels remained clear and decisive. I directed our forces to create pockets of resistance, drawing the enemy ships into a trap where they became vulnerable to focused fire.

The battle ebbed and flowed, but our determination remained unyielding. The enemy was forced to divert their attention to repelling the waves of skilled pilots and bombers attacking from unexpected angles. The Lancer-class pursuit ships continued their relentless harassment, ensuring that the enemy never gained a stable foothold. As the battle wore on, the CIS forces began to show signs of retreat. The enemy's coordination wavered, their once-unstoppable formation disintegrating under the relentless pressure of Nathema's forces. It was a testament to the power of strategy, conviction, and the tactical brilliance of our forces.