ATTENTION ALL PERSONNEL RED ALERT

UNIDENTIFIED HOSTILE FORCES REPORTED OVER ESC FACILITY

ALL PILOTS ARE TO REPORT TO STATIONS FOR IMMEDIATE DEPLOYMENT.

--Emergency deployment order from Windsock Airforce Base. .

Date: August 9th, 1666 Celestial Calendar
Time: 09:30
Name: Rocket
Location: Winsock AFB Command Center

General Rocket stood in the back of the command center watching the main view screen, currently showing 6 large radar contacts with dozens of smaller ones enroute as the entirety of the bases fighters were making their way towards the targets.

When the base first got the contacts they thought it was a glitch do to the size of them. It wasn't till the ESC called and reported what happened they realized it wasn't a glitch and these Extraequustians were clearly hostile.

It was shortly after the call they lost all contact with the ESC and all attempts to raise them were met with silence, the ESC was presumed lost and all air assets were ordered to engage the hostiles.

“This is squadron 132, approaching targets.” A voice said over the speakers in the command center. General Rocket had ordered the radios to be piped into the command center and not just the radio headsets.

“Affirmative 132 you are clear to engage on sight.” The general said.

“Confirmed, targets sighted...damn they are big.”

Rocket watched as the squadrons moved into a standard attack formation on the main screen.

“Targets locked, missiles away…..what in tartarus?!”

“What is is 132?”

“The missiles just detonated before they reached the targets, there is...some sort of shimming where they all hit…..Commander i think they have some sort of shields.”

The general blinked trying to process that, a shield around something that size? the amount of magic that would take and number of casters would be insane.

“Command something happening, lights are appearing along the ship...command I thi--”

The radio suddenly became static as dots began to disappear from the radar.

“What…..switch over to full coverage radio.” The general ordered and in a moment the command center was filled with all the radio chatter from the jets.

“Fuck fuck fuck”
“Incoming AA!”
“Evasive maneuvers!”
“We are getting torn apart out here!”

More and more voices yelling as the formation broke down as the pilots began trying to dodge incoming fire and were being cut down.

“All air assets, pull back! I say again all air assets pull back!” Rocket yelled and watched as what remained of the squadrons began breaking off and still more dots were disappearing as they scattered, it had only been a few seconds and over half of them were gone.

Rocket looked at one of the operators. “Get High Command on the line, we have a Code Barfest.”

When Rocket looked back to the main screen there was less than a dozen dots returning to base.

Then more dots appeared coming from the larger dots.

They were launching their own fighters...100s of them.

Author's Note

I know these have been short but am trying new styles.

Also sorry for how long its been since an upload, lif finds away to get in the way.

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