Fenrir's Fangs

Viewing two screens, one with the newly formed stations, the other with the enemies, that have reared them, the behemoth growls viciously in frustration, then turns to his lieutenant and asks
- How much until the next ion cannon strike?
- 3 minutes, my lord.
- Forward shields full power. Have most of the fleet deal with the menace behind us, while I deal with the cannon
- yes, my lord.

The behemoth summons templars to his side and they begin chanting some sort of song in a twisted and warped language. A dark void begins forming in front of the Shadow of Intent, which absorbs all the fire from the space station, that is concentrating it's fire on the united fleet.
 As the chant grows louder, so does the void, eventually growing to be a small black hole.

Once the ion cannon fires, the behemoth uses the newly formed black hole to transfer the fire upon the closest space station.
The cannon did tremendous damage to the station. It's now off-line and slowly falling towards the planet surface, right onto the ion cannon. At this estimate, it shall reach the cannon in a couple of minutes.
 The cannon is lost.