I hope you manage to enter a Drabble this week. But with only 6 slots left you'd better get your skates on.
Indeed! Good thing I have one ready
Balance of Power
'Enemy fleet incoming,' announced the scout.
'Roger,' responded Celia. 'Everyone get in formation.'
She watched their ships assemble, a motley collection of old Cobras, battered Vipers and underpowered Sidewinders, her Anaconda the only real firepower. Some defence fleet... but it was all they had.
Space ruptured, stygian hyperclouds spewing forth, and storms of fighters emerged around the colossal hulk of the Imperial
Inmanis. Before the majesty, the awe, the power of their enemy Celia shuddered. Yet she would not hold back.
'Attack!' she ordered. The fleet advanced, one tiny fight for freedom in an uncaring galaxy.