Chapter 92
Serenno Orbit, Serenno System
D’Astan Sector
The skies over Serenno were ablaze with war.
The great, proud world hung like a wounded jewel in the void, its pale surface marred by the fiery streaks of falling debris and the brilliant flashes of battle, silver moonlight blotted out by great behemoths of steel. Above it, the black of space was alive with fire, like a wick burning from the ends of the galactic spirals. The voice of battle was ever raised in a soundless roar as formations collided, broke apart, and reformed in tireless repetition. Turbolasers carved through the black with searing fury, lances of light streaking toward shields that shimmered under the impact. Missiles and torpedoes spiraled in fiery trails, impulse drives sputtering in great purple-blue arcs before erupting against the hulls of warships in brilliant bursts. Tractor beams lashed out invisibly, gripping ships like the talons and dragging them into the crushing embrace of superior firepower.
It was a relentless fight for control over planet Serenno’s orbital zone.
On one side, the Republic Expeditionary Fleet was a spear thrust into the heart of the Separatist line, its vanguard hammering deep into the enemy formation. At its tip, General Plo Koon’s flagship, the Hyperion, bristled with defiance, her shields flaring with each glancing blow as it drove ever deeper into the chaos. Behind her, the wedge-shaped fleet carved through the Separatist defenses like a blade, leaving wreckage and frozen debris in its wake. For every second they held the breach open, hundreds of troopships descended planetside.
But the Separatist captaincies were not without their cunning. With able facility, the Serennian Security Forces promptly turned the situation to their advantage, reforming the two halves of their broken line into an open jaw primed to clench its dagger-shaped teeth and bite off the overextended Republic vanguard. Their flanking wings, composed of Lucrehulk-class battleships and Munificent-class frigates, began to close in, their fire converging on the Republic vanguard from both sides. The space between the ships turned into a cauldron of fire, where turbolasers thundered as starfighters weaved and spun between them, trails of exhaust streaking in hazy lines across the black.
Clone pilots called out frantic warnings, their voices cutting through the din of battle over the comms.
“Vulture droids incoming–bearing three-seven-zero!”