As the Fraction-Remnant Alliance rushed to their respective starships, the tension in the air was thick like an autumn's morning fog. As the crews got their ships prepped and ready for battle, the song Reborne - Clarity [Bootleg], played over the six ships' radios, the Clarityians trying their best to boost morale.
As three starships, one cruiser, one colony ship, and one interstellar-battleship lifted off, heading for space, non-fighting personnel were left planetside to continue their work. As the FRA Spirit of Freedom and the other six ships left Xephos-2's orbit, Prescott called the other leaders from his quarters from the hard-secured communications channel. Now remember back to the meeting...
|--Flashback: One Night Ago...--|
The six leaders met up in Prescott's strategic command room aboard the Spirit of Freedom. If they were to have to fight the Snowesians, they would need one hell of a plan. As they began planning, it became clear, Prescott's idea was the far more like path to a victory, with an eighty-two percent probability of a victorious outcome. "Now", began Prescott, "This plan is simple. Sardon-Atlas, as the only non-combat ship, we'll utilize your lack of guns to catch the Snowesians off guard." Argo shot Prescott a look of "Are-You-Fucking-Kidding-Me", clearly in opposition to this plan. However, Prescott had a reason for his choice. "Look Argo, you are the ace up our sleeve. The Snowesians will be expecting the three, combat-built ships to intercept them, right?"
Argo slowly nodded, gesturing for Prescott to continue. "If you intercept them with a hail straight to their flagship, they'll scan you. They'll find no weapons and let their guard down, expecting an easy kill as they have no idea we've all allied, nor the fact the the Pacific Cruiser is back in action." Prescott looked at Argo, then around the room. However, Theta spoke up. "What about you and the Spirit of Freedom? How do you and your crew fit into this?" As she finished her question, Prescott grinned a psychotic grin. "With their guards down, they'll never expect four ships to jump from behind Xephos-Prima, which it's magnetisphere will mask our presence. All four of your groups FTL-jump just before they fire." Prescott's grin was now accompanied by a laugh of machivellian-genius.
"Upon them firing, I will drop the Spirit of Freedom into the direct path of their firing lines. When I do, all of the Spirit of Freedom's heavy weapons system will be army and at the ready. I'll catch them entirely off guard, with no time to react or sound retreat." Prescott's smile faded as he caught his breathe. However, his entire demeanor shifted when he unveiled his plan in full, graphic detail. "Once the Sardon-Atlas pulls back heading towards Xephos-Prima, the five of us will press our attack with the Spirit of Freedom spearheading this offensive. With my firepower and shielding technology, we'll hit them harder than any civilization they've conquered. This... my fellow leaders, is our groups... no... our alliance's Nuclear Gambit Strategy. Utilize the enemy's first move... and win the game within my first or second moves, not letting the enemy know they've already lost."
The five leaders nodded in agreement. However, Kali spoke up. "We need a banner to unite under. An alliance with a name, something for our peoples to put their strength, courage, hopes, dreams and more to defend, when being a name that shows off our uniqueness as well. Prescott and Michigan smiled, then Michigan spoke. "Prescott's obsessive stalker gal, Arscott, came up with this name. How does the name, Fraction Remnant Alliance, or FRA abbreviated, sound?" With looks of agreement and a room full of heads nodding, the Fraction Remnant Alliance was born...