A vast light opened up not far from the major engagement, and in seconds it began belching out ship after ship. A collection of Dysaniian battleships, frigates and several cruisers entered the immediate space, perhaps 25/30 vessels in all. The battle group had arrived.
On board the
Cayuga, damaged but still operational, the Captain received a transmission from the
Viikyr, "We have command of engineering. We are tightly sealed in - if the infidels come this way, they will loose many of their number. Consoles have been hacked and data collected, sending files now" Well, at least something had been gained from this little venture. The Captain thought to himself- it appeared that the ship was in no way ready to be forced into slip space, and they couldn't let the enemy take it back. He had no choice but to go to Plan B.
"Activate the 'Siktor' bomb. You have served the King well. You will be rewarded in the after life."
The Viikyr replied, "Aye, Captain. In service of the King."
In engineering of the boarded ship, a couple of Viikyr technicians activate the huge bomb. 10 minutes and counting.
Elsewhere on the ship,
Kyxarii patrolled the bridge. They had initially suffered heavy losses to the command crew of this cursed ship, but had quickly used their numbers to overwhelm them. In true Kyxarii style, they had gone frenzy-style and taken few prisoners. Those they had captured where bound in energy ribs to the left of the bridge. A Kyxarii sergeant, named Yuksu, turned to his comrades as he slipped a small disk into a console, "Fuck orders! Lets get this party started!" His companions smiled, and instantly from working speakers throughout the ship, Dysaniian thrash metal began playing (Trivium! Woo!).
In space, the battle group began charging weapons and slowly moving into battle positions. Something big was going to go down, and it would be terrible.