The mother ship of the Farians groaned under the pressure of each successive hit.
The walls of the command deck trembled, warning lights flared red, and sparks spat from the overhead circuits as another round of energy pulses from the Grayling behemoth smashed into their shields. Outside, through the front view panels, the monstrous vessel loomed closer and closer, its jagged plating illuminated in flashes of crimson with every discharge.
"Shields at 72%!" barked one of the crewmen, his voice strained. "Starboard side is taking critical damage!"
"Hold it steady!" Dican shouted, gripping the edge of the control console. His eyes were locked on the holographic display showing their ship's trajectory against the massive bulk of the enemy. The Grayling ship dwarfed theirs, its presence like a black wall against the void of space.
"Commander, we can't fire back! Our vessel is unarmed!" another crew member cried out, panic lacing her voice.
