The Confederation ship, Kalindor's Tooth, crossed the outer sensor perimeter running on auxillary power alone. The heavy cruiser hovered listlessly, before at last taking up a station-keeping orbit. Battle Station Uriandas' looming bulk promised safety.
The crew breathed a collective sigh of relief. They'd survived their first engagement with the Tralanx, but only barely. NEVER had a CNS warship been so casually humbled by an opponent.
Her crew faced the shame of confirming that the reports of the efficacy of the Tralanx weaponry were, if anything, understated. The war had, indeed, begun but did not bid fair to last long. The Confederation WOULD lose.