The last of the trio, the Belarus just sat in space, no longer firing or moving, the slug had peirced the main power generators which exploded, causing power-failure all over. Anthos had won.

The fleet moved steadily forward, prepared to do battle should it be necessary. As they neared the enemy craft it became apparent that there would be no resistance. The standard surrender signal was broadcasted.

"Sovereignty Commander, prepare to be boarded. Order your men not to resist and no bodily harm will come to you."

Planet

Erik gazed at the tactical display, his eyes hard.

"Extend active scanning as far as it will go," he said. "There may be more arriving.

A live wire swept down from its once stable connection, as it brushed the ground, sparks flew in all directions. Gases were being vented from all sorts of places. The ship was almost dead. The soldiers of Farfalen could not be captured, so they did the honorable thing.

"Self-destruct sequence, silent countdown. Twenty-second clock."

"Yes sir..." Replied one of the few bridge members left alive, the original captain was dead and the once second pilot was now in command. The Anthos would not get this horse.