**Chapter 547**
**Scene 1**
**Dagon POV**
**Grey Wolf Bridge**
The CIS fleet was shifting position.
Two major battle groups emerged from hyperspace, their formation breaking apart as they committed to the attack. The largest force — a dense mass of Providence Dreadnoughts, Lucrehulks, and Recusants — was bearing down directly on the first moon where the *Grey Wolf* and our strongest concentration of firepower waited. A secondary group of faster, lighter ships — Sabaoth Destroyers and Techno Union frigates — accelerated hard toward the main planetary blockade, clearly hoping to punch through and relieve pressure.
I watched the tactical display with narrowed eyes. "They think those light ships can stand up to Allegiance turbolasers? Bold."
Through the massive battle meld I maintained across the entire fleet, I felt every soldier, every crewman. Their focus. Their anger. Their burning will to crush the Separatists and protect the Republic. It was fuel — raw, powerful, and shared. The dark side and the light twisted together in me, amplified by the Shield of Wrath, turning that collective emotion into a storm of coordinated power.
"Enemy fighters deploying," Ahsoka reported from her station. "Hundreds of Vultures… and Tri-fighters. They brought the new models early."
I nodded. "All ships, maintain formation. Lancer frigates, prioritize fighter screen. Nebula-class vessels, keep the crescent tight. Olympus Mons — begin F-SPAR bombardment the moment they enter optimal range."
**Scene 2**
On the *Olympus Mons*, the girls watched the battle unfold from the reinforced command deck. The modified Arquitens-class cruiser vibrated as its massive F-SPAR cannon — the Focused Spectral Array — began charging.
"F-SPAR online!" a gunner shouted. "Target locked — Providence Dreadnought, center formation!"
"Fire!" Shin ordered.
A brilliant lance of concentrated kyber-enhanced energy tore across space. The beam punched straight through the shields of a 2km Providence-class Dreadnought like a spear through paper. The ship's reactor flared violently before the entire vessel broke apart in a catastrophic explosion, debris scattering like burning leaves.
"Yes!" the gunner cheered. "Direct hit! One dreadnought down!"
"Recharging," another officer called. "Ten seconds until next shot."
The Nebula-class Star Destroyers circled protectively around the *Grey Wolf* in a deadly, rotating formation. Their overlapping turbolaser arcs created a continuous storm of green fire that shredded anything foolish enough to approach.
"Multiple contacts!" a Lancer gunner yelled. "Tri-fighters and Vultures incoming!"
"Point defense batteries, open fire!" Kayla snapped from her station.
The Lancer-class frigates lit up space with rapid volleys of laser fire. Swarms of droid fighters were torn apart in mid-flight. A flight of Tri-fighters tried to break through toward the *Grey Wolf*, only to be met by a wall of concentrated flak. One after another, the sleek Separatist fighters exploded in bright orange fireballs.
"Got another one!" a young gunner laughed over comms. "They're dropping like flies!"
From the *Grey Wolf* bridge, I watched as another Providence Dreadnought took a direct hit from the *Olympus Mons* F-SPAR. The beam sliced through its port side, carving a glowing trench through decks and armor before the ship listed heavily and detonated.
"Fifty-plus CIS ships destroyed so far," Blam reported. "Hundreds still incoming, but their formation is breaking."
The enemy kept pushing. A Lucrehulk tried to close range, its heavy cannons blazing, only for three Nebula-class ships to focus fire on it. The massive battleship shuddered as its shields collapsed, then broke in half under the onslaught, its reactor core erupting in a brilliant blue-white sphere.
"Keep it up!" I transmitted across the fleet. "They're bleeding. Make them pay for every kilometer."
Through the bond, I felt Ahsoka's fierce pride, Shin's tactical calm, Zule's burning excitement, and Sakura's wide-eyed wonder at the sheer scale of the battle. Even as hundreds of enemy ships advanced, our defensive crescent held strong.
The Battle of Orron III was far from over — but so far, it was going exactly as planned.