"Good, send them in." The tone of my voice was different from what I expected, an agitated emotion that I was unaware of felling. It makes no difference, my fleet is here, thats what matters. What matters is that I held on, I was able to hold one planet, I was able to mount offensives on my own. What matters is that I was able to stand with a show of force, to proove that I was something. For days reinforcements from my nearby systems came non-stop. Fleets of ships, squadrons of Fighters, I was finally able to grasp a handhold on one of the enemies planets, one that was mine in the beggining. One that was my home, my devotion, the place where my Survivor Carriers were cristened, the place where my I-Traders were given they're names. Yes, but then, as if there to ruin my happy ending they came. No, "he" came. An man with greater power then me, a man with twice as many planets, three times as many ships. He was undoubtubly expecting a small fight in the beggining, then a formal withdrawl by me as usual. But no, I met him with everything I had. I fought with all that I could muster up, all for nothing, nothing but a call, a scream, yes, like somebody saying, "Hey, look over here, your loosing, send more ships, send more troops!" And thats what he did, he came like a maddman looking for his next victim, intent on destroying me. But no, not this time, this time he would not win so easily, after the defeat of the entire system, I massed an attack, an attack that won me a planet, a small handhold, a starting point for my retrieval of the system. Perhaps that was a mistake, for he came after me like a roaring lion, seeking to devour someone. Suprisingly, I held, my Fortress fighters held him off with they're great expanse of newly found shield and weapon technologies. This angered him more. He took the Fortress Fighters, took them out as if they were meer speks. Took back the planet with a meer stroke of the hand. I attacked again, routing his forces, taking two planets this time, boldly stating my foolish bravery. At this time we had both lost a percentage of our fleets. This battle was no longer a battle for supremacy of one system, it was about respect. Neither could back down now. Once again, he took the planets that I had gained. He set up powerfull defenses, Fighters, Carriers, on each planet, so many I cannot even get to the planet, cannot pass that invisable line. So I brought them, I went through with it, I ordered my main fleet, the magority of my wealth, to be massed together to finish it, to make one last devastating strike. My force, yes, the beuty, the splender... countless fighters, top class, high quality, without signs of age. Carriers, new as well as old. Old Famous battleships to brand-new support decoys. I would name them, but they are too many. Some of them have made names for themselves, others are weak and I have no expectations regarding them.... So here I am, sitting in my flagship, the newly built Wss Supremacy, a fitting name perhaps. I watch my forces warp into the system, surrounding the enemy and waiting for the command that will start the killing.My command, my order...my power. It makes me, it makes me feel special.


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