Fenrir's Fangs

Smiling slightly, Modemkill watches the enemy movements on his viewscreen.

"I am prepared for your monstrous strength his time behemoth."

It was true, Modemkill, while constructing his Empire once more, stumbled across a new technology, or, an adaptation of an old technology, the process for creating or assimilating new drones had been turned into a weapon, each and every drone now had the ability to shoot out a small flexable metal tube from it's wrist which, at max range, would extend about two metres.

This tube contained thousands of nanites which, when injected into an enemy, would almost instantly render them unconcious, then, minutes later, the asimilation process would begin, after a meer ten minutes, the enemy would stand back up as a CCM drone, this made the drones much more lethal in close quarters combat than ever before.

On top of that, Modemkill had seen fit to install each drone with a backup energy batery, which would allow them to run an additional hour in the event of an EMP blast.

The cruisers and battleships outclassed the enemy in terms of power and defence.

Modem himself was installed with wrist mounted machineguns, which fired nanite bullets, which, should they imbed themselves in an enemy, will have the same effect as the metal tubes his drones use.

"Yes...I am prepared...this time, it will be your doom."

The smaller cruisers moved to inercept the Shadow fleets ships, they would be more effective since they were faster than the battleships, the battleships moved to begin bombardment on the planet itself, the smaller aircraft, too many to count, began to fire on the shadow fleet.