Clay felt as if the icy cold of space was leaking into his fighter. The action was over, for him and the other fighters at least. The only remnants of the colony’s defences and its ships were drifting chunks of wreckage.
Now the capital ships had taken over. Massive energies were being unleashed against the colony. Weapons designed to punch through the powerful shields of a battleship were smashing through not only the colony but the asteroid it rested upon.
At least it will be quick, Clay thought.
He knew it was a lie. The final act was quick. No one would have survived the fire from the capital ships. That was only part of the story though. Everyone in the colony would have sat in terror as their defences and their ships were reduced to scrap.
Initially Clay had felt exultant
