"AHHH!!!" Gwydion closed his ears to the sounds of the clones dieing. The clones were nothing, they were dispensable. His goal was not. He sat on the bridge of his flagship, the Mathonwy. The Mathonwy was a Supreme Carrier, fully loaded with energy cells and clones, and ready for battle. He had slowly saved the resources to build the Mathonwy over many years, and he was more than satisfied with the outcome. As he looked on, he noted with satisfaction the destruction that his great force was wreaking upon the mysterious invaders. They had appeared in black ships only a few months after peace had been established, and the new Empire was no match for them. The Empire had broken into hundreds of small systems and clans, all working for their own goals. And it was the invaders' faults. Gwydion had fought many battles to be in his current position, supreme emperor over a huge fleet. Right now he was engaging those very same invaders who had decimated his beloved Empire, the same ones in their mysterious black ships who had assassinated the only man he had looked up to: the Emperor. Now he would have his vengeance. He looked on at the battle, watching as his powerful fighters took out the black ships and the carriers behind them took over planets in the wake of the fighting. But then he noticed something wrong. A large squadron of fighters, of a different design than most, was flying toward the Mathonwy. They mowed down any ships that got in their way, destroying even in the rest of the fleet's destruction. As they neared the Mathonwy, Gwydion barked out orders rapidly. "Destructor fighters B7, B8 and B9 head to the Mathonwy! Bring us about and prepare the clones for battle! Contact those Chaos fighters and instruct them to combat those ships! ALL HANDS PREPARE TO FIRE!!!!" The Mathonwy shield went up, and all fighters close by could be seen with a slight shimmering of energy at their tips, waiting to release that energy in a deadly hail towards the black ships. "FIRE!" That one word triggered a great blast of light, bolts of pure energy flying out from every fighter close by, explosions on the screen... "Report," Gwydion said shortly. The clone at the Scanning station hastened to reply. "We have taken minimal damage, shields holding solidly. The black ships... Sir, most were destroyed, but several are still headed this way." Gwydion looked at the screen as the three menacing fighters drew closer. "All hands prepare for second fire..." "SIR, THERE'S NOT ENOUGH TIME!!" As Gwydion watched the ships bear down, suddenly a small pod shot out from the Mathonwy. It flew towards the black ships, followed by two more. "Sir, the life signs aboard aren't clones..." "What?! NO!" Gwydion watched as two human lives were snuffed out smashing their escape pods against the hulking fighters. Suddenly an explosion ripped the darkness of space. The three black ships ripped their way apart, turned into shrapnel by those three human lives. "Gwydion sank back into his chair. "We won," he croaked.


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