Fenrir's Fangs

Wave upon wave of mindless, heavily armored CCM drones pour out of the breeches in the Shadow of Intent, an almost endless stream of Modem's swarming monstrosities from the bowls of the CCM Capitol ship, where they had been stored in small cryogenic pods, were now awakening to perform their gruesome task.

The enemy defense was strong, and soon the tight corridors were lined with piles of dead CCM drones, but the others kept marching forth directly into the maw of death, and they slowly gained ground, taking down enemies here and there as they went, overrunning several positions, using the piles of corpses in the hallway as cover as they advanced.

Meanwhile, the Ilath continued their relentless assault on the front lines of the Alliance forces, weapons fired freely, and they had the advantage, as they could maneuver freely, while the Alliance ships, trapped against the shield as they were, could not.

Meanwhile, on the stations, thousands of hanger bay doors began to open, and out of them, small attack drones, the size of a small shuttle, began pouring out, there were the stations short range defenses, the drones zipped around at high speeds, and began assaulting Wolf and his ships with small arms fire, they were weak and lightly armored, but they made up for it with their swarming tactics, they were fully automated.

"Finally...I'll be rid of you, no longer shall you be a thorn in my side beast."