*Captain Ragnos POV*
The moment hyperspace released them, the stars snapped back into their proper places.
Then the chaos began.
Captain **Ntor Ragnos** stood at the command platform of the *Terminus*, the massive bridge vibrating faintly beneath his boots as the Imperious-class Star Destroyer completed its transition into realspace above **Mygeeto**. The vast frozen world hung below them like a pale gemstone wrapped in a storm of fire.
For several seconds Ragnos simply stared.
Explosions rippled across orbit.
Massive **Golan defense platforms** were falling.
One after another, the gigantic stations—each the size of a small capital ship—were breaking apart as internal detonations ripped through their reactor cores. Entire sections of armored hull sheared away as flaming debris spiraled toward the icy atmosphere below.
A Golan platform rotated slowly through space before detonating in a brilliant flash of orange light.
Another followed.
Then another.
Chunks of molten metal rained toward the planet.
Even from orbit the explosions were enormous.
Ragnos smiled slightly.
"Commander did his work well."
Behind him the bridge crew moved quickly, the tactical displays updating as more of the Republic fleet emerged from hyperspace.
Accumulator-class assualt ships appeared in formation around the *Terminus*, their long carrier hulls forming a massive battle line across the orbital plane. Republic light ships followed close behind, deploying fighters and bomber squadrons even before their engines fully cooled from hyperspace.
But the *Terminus* had arrived first.
Just as planned.
"Status of the fleet?" Ragnos asked calmly.
A clone officer standing near the tactical pit answered immediately.
"Five Accumulator-class battleships detached as ordered, sir. They've joined the First Sector Fleet at Boz Pity."
Ragnos nodded.
"Good. The rest?"
"All ships present and operational."
Below them another Golan platform exploded.
The shockwave scattered fragments of burning armor plating across the orbital battlefield.
Several unlucky **Munificent-class frigates** were caught in the blast radius. One of the thin crescent-shaped ships spun violently as its shields collapsed. A second later its reactor detonated, leaving nothing but a spreading cloud of debris.
The Separatist fleet was already in chaos.
Exactly as Commander Marek intended.
Ragnos leaned forward slightly, studying the tactical display.
Over **two hundred Munificent frigates** had originally guarded the planet.
Now dozens were already crippled.
Others were desperately trying to reorganize their formation while defensive stations fell around them.
But the real threat had just arrived.
The *Terminus*.
"Bring the SPHA cannon online," Ragnos ordered.
The weapons officer nodded.
"Charging the **F-SPAR cannon**."
Deep within the massive warship, the enormous siege weapon began drawing power from the reactor. Energy readings climbed rapidly as the weapon prepared to fire.
On the main display a targeting reticle locked onto the nearest enemy frigate.
Ragnos watched calmly.
"One shot," he said quietly.
"Make it count."
The weapons officer's voice remained perfectly steady.
"Target locked."
A heartbeat later the *Terminus* fired.
A beam of blinding blue energy tore across space.
The Munificent frigate vanished instantly.
There was no explosion.
No debris.
Just a brief flash of light as the ship disintegrated into ionized plasma.
Ragnos allowed himself a small grin.
"One shot," he repeated.
"One kill."
The tactical officer looked up.
"Next target acquired."
"Fire."
The cannon fired again.
Another Munificent died.
Then another.
Each blast from the SPAR cannon erased a capital ship from existence.
Meanwhile the rest of the fleet opened fire.
Green turbolaser bolts streaked across the battlefield like comets as Republic warships began tearing into the confused Separatist formation.
Fighter squadrons poured from the hangar bays of every Venator.
Hundreds of **tie whisper fighters**, **V-19 Torrents**, and **h-6 Scurrg bombers** surged into the void.
The comm channels erupted with pilot chatter instantly.
"Red Leader to squadron—break left, break left! We've got droid fighters coming in!"
"Copy that Red Leader!"
"Gold Squadron moving to torpedo run!"
Ragnos watched the fighter formations spread across the tactical display like swarms of insects.
Then the droid fighters arrived.
Hundreds of **Vulture droids** launched from the remaining Munificent carriers, their skeletal wings unfolding as they accelerated toward the Republic formation.
The two swarms collided.
Space filled with laser fire.
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"Watch your six, Lucky Two!" one clone pilot shouted over the comm.
"I see him!"
A Torrent fighter rolled violently as two Vulture droids fired at close range.
The clone pilot jerked the control stick and slammed the throttle forward.
"Eat this!"
His laser cannons fired in a rapid burst.
The first Vulture exploded instantly.
The second tried to evade but flew directly into the crossfire of another Republic fighter.
The droid disintegrated in a burst of shrapnel.
"Nice shooting," another pilot laughed.
"Focus up," Red Leader snapped. "Bombers are making their run!"
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Back on the bridge of the *Terminus*, Ragnos continued issuing commands.
"Bring the heavy turbolasers to bear on that frigate cluster."
The gunnery officer acknowledged.
"Targeting solution confirmed."
A moment later the Star Destroyer unleashed a storm of green energy.
Dozens of heavy turbolasers fired simultaneously.
The barrage slammed into three Munificent frigates attempting to retreat behind a debris field.
Shields collapsed instantly.
The first ship's bow section shattered under the impact.
The second exploded as its reactor core ruptured.
The third drifted helplessly for several seconds before a volley of proton torpedoes finished it.
Ragnos glanced toward another display.
"Starfighter wings?"
"Engaged across the entire sector," the tactical officer replied.
"Enemy formations are collapsing."
Another voice suddenly broke into the command channel.
"Gunnery deck reporting!"
Ragnos tapped the comm control.
"Report."
The voice of a clone gunner came through the speakers.
"Sir, we've got a Munificent trying to flank the port side."
"Distance?"
"Forty thousand kilometers and closing."
Ragnos studied the display.
The enemy ship was attempting to slip behind the Republic formation.
"Forward torpedo batteries," he said calmly.
"Take the shot."
Down in the weapons decks dozens of clone gunners worked in perfect synchronization.
Targeting computers locked onto the frigate.
"Firing solution confirmed," one gunner said.
Another slammed the launch control.
"Launch!"
A spread of **proton torpedoes** streaked away from the *Terminus*.
Six glowing projectiles raced across the void.
The Munificent attempted to turn away but it was too slow.
The torpedoes struck its midsection in rapid succession.
The explosions tore open the thin central hull.
The ship broke in half.
Fragments spun away into the darkness as the wreckage burned.
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In the fighter battle above the fleet, clone pilots continued weaving through the chaos.
"Devil Three, you're drifting too close to that destroyer!" one pilot warned.
"I know, I know!"
Laser bolts flashed past his cockpit as he rolled his fighter sideways.
A Vulture droid attempted to intercept him but another Torrent blasted it apart instantly.
"Got your back," his wingman said.
"Thanks!"
Then a deeper voice cut into the channel.
"Gold Squadron beginning torpedo run."
Three **h-6 bombers** accelerated toward a damaged Recusant destroyer.
Flak cannons opened fire from the enemy ship.
Explosions burst around the bombers.
"Steady… steady…"
The lead pilot exhaled slowly.
"Torpedoes away!"
Four proton torpedoes streaked forward.
They slammed into the destroyer's engines.
The ship detonated seconds later.
"Direct hit!" one gunner cheered.
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On the bridge of the *Terminus*, Captain Ragnos watched the battlefield steadily tilt in their favor.
The SPAR cannon fired again.
Another enemy ship vanished.
Heavy turbolasers hammered the remaining frigates while fighter squadrons hunted down the last droid formations.
The void around Mygeeto had become a storm of fire.
Torpedoes streaked across space like blazing comets.
Ships exploded with violent thunderclaps as reactors ruptured and hulls shattered under the relentless barrage.
One Munificent attempted a desperate escape toward the asteroid field.
The *Terminus* fired once.
The ship disappeared in a flash of blue light.
Ragnos crossed his arms behind his back.
The battle was effectively over.
And it had barely begun.
Just like Boz Pity.
The same fleet.
The same outcome.
Total annihilation.
He allowed himself a small, satisfied grin as another explosion lit the frozen planet below.
"Commander Marek," he muttered quietly.
"Your war grows more terrifying by the hour."