"Good have the Zimertrin 9's open fire the moment the 'Fledermuas' is in range. I don't want them to get the drop on us. Have them fire only one shot each." Kurtis instructed the droid.

"Yes sir." A-7 replied and it re-laid the instructions to the gun crews.

 

Chapter Twelve

The 'Fledermuas' crossed the in range marker and at the same time a large beam of violet light reached out over the vast distance between the two ships joining them for only a fraction of a second.

Inside the 'Fledermuas', Xerxes could see the beam of violet light spanning the distance between her ship and the Samara. As the beam continued towards them, Xerxes called for evasive maneuvers but the command came to late. The energy of the beam struck the 'Fledermuas' with full force shacking and tossing everyone and everything inside and out.

Grasping the sides of her chair to keep herself seated, Xerxes saw the power leave the bridge leaving the confusion and destruction in darkness. It was over as fast as it had started.

"Emergency power!" Xerxes called with white-hot rage and hatred for the commander of the Samara.