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Ambush At Corbin

The fleet dropped out of light speed at Corbin, immediately opening fire on all visible satellites. The planet’s single moon, Epis, was on the far side, and those stationed on its shipping port would now be wondering why they were no longer receiving sensor readings. He had to act fast.

“Helm, bear to port with Alpha group. Send Beta to starboard and set speed so we hit Epis simultaneously.” Admiral Kel Voors gazed out the viewports at the planet below. They’ll never see it coming. Minutes later, the moon appeared over Corbin’s horizon. The spiked hulls of the Dubian flotilla guarding the port were a stark contrast to the blackness of space. It was time.

“Helm, full speed. Weapons, arm laser batteries and atomic torpedo bays.” As they advanced, Voors could see Beta group barreling in from the far side. The Dubians hadn’t even begun moving to intercept. “Looks like we caught them with their-”

“Sir, more ships dropping out of light speed!”

“What sector?”

The officer’s mouth hung open. “All of them, sir.”

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