"The enemy's trajectory... it's a straight line! They haven't figured out how to maneuver while in warp!"
"Excellent. As long as they remain in warp, they can't dodge a head-on assault. The first wave of concentrated fire will absolutely be in our favor!"
As the hostile fleet drew closer, Jason felt a strange sense of anticipation. Occasionally, a stray long-range laser would score a hit on an enemy vessel, a silent herald that the true battle was about to begin.
This kind of close-quarters void combat was breathtaking and thrilling.
It perfectly fulfilled the ultimate sci-fi fantasy of interstellar warfare. It possessed a unique, cold, and cruel beauty that only space battles could offer.
Cosmic combat was defined by fleeting flashes of light in an absolute, silent vacuum. Ironically, no matter how devastating the firepower deployed by either side, it all seemed utterly insignificant against the vastness of the universe. The entire battle played out like a silent pantomime.
