The planetary forges of Fenris, vast cathedrals of steel and ice, echoed with the rhythmic clang of hammers and the roar of plasma cutters. Here, amidst the perpetual twilight of the frozen world, the mighty ships of the Fenrisian fleet were born. Frost, his face a mask of weathered determination, stood amidst the chaos, the chill of the forge mirroring the icy resolve within him.
A comm-officer approached, his voice tight with urgency. "Commander Frost, a message. Encrypted, but the source... it's unmistakable."
Frost took the datapad, his eyes scanning the cryptic symbols. The message, when decrypted, was short, brutal, and chillingly familiar: "Old enemy returns."
A ghost from the past, a shadow from the long, bloody war against the MOFS alliance, had dared to rise again. Frost's hand tightened into a fist. "Prepare the ships," he commanded, his voice a low growl that cut through the din of the forge. "Send fuel to every colony. Watch him. Be ready to strike."
Three days passed, each moment a taut wire stretched to breaking. The Fimbulwinter, the flagship of the Fenrisian fleet, a behemoth of steel and ice, hung in orbit, its engines thrumming with contained power. In the main chamber, the leaders of the Winter Alliance, their faces grim, pored over holographic displays, mapping the enemy's movements.
"They're consolidating their forces near the Xylo system," reported a tactical officer, his voice laced with dread. "Their fleet... it's larger than we anticipated."
Frost, his eyes fixed on the display, felt a cold fury rising within him. "They think they can challenge us again?" he hissed. "After what we endured? After what we lost?"
He turned to the assembled leaders, his gaze sweeping across their battle-hardened faces. "Time," he said, his voice ringing with grim determination. "Time to strike."
"Move fleet," he commanded, his voice echoing through the chamber. "Engage at maximum velocity."
In the distant galaxy, the ancient star gates, dormant for decades, awoke from their slumber. A wave of energy pulsed through the void, and the mighty Fenrisian fleet, led by the Fimbulwinter, surged through the gates, their hulls gleaming like ice in the starlight.
The hit was devastating. The Fenrisian battle cruisers, honed to perfection in the fires of war, crashed into the enemy fleet with furious efficiency. Battle-hardened veterans, their reflexes sharpened by years of fighting against the MOFS, worked with deadly precision. The enemy fleet, caught off guard by the sheer ferocity of the Fenrisian assault, crumbled before them.
Explosions lit up the void, painting the darkness with streaks of fire and debris. The air crackled with the energy of discharged weapons, the screams of dying ships echoing across the vast expanse of space.
Frost, standing on the bridge of the Fimbulwinter, watched the carnage unfold, his face a mask of cold satisfaction. "Send recyclers," he commanded, his voice devoid of emotion.
He turned to the comm-officer, his eyes reflecting the burning wreckage of the enemy fleet. "Report to Fenris and the Winter Alliance," he said, his voice heavy with the weight of victory. "We are heading home."
On 06-04-2025 --:--:--, the following fleets met in battle:
Attacker Frost [SUB_ZERO]
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Battlecruiser 3.525.633
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Defender simplex
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Small Cargo 422.677
Large Cargo 129.827
Light Fighter 1.762.925
Heavy Fighter 328.060
Cruiser 407.949
Battleship 218.685
Colony Ship 1
Recycler 400.856
Espionage Probe 148.850
Bomber 21.705
Destroyer 15.544
Deathstar 30
Battlecruiser 222.260
Reaper 11.705
Pathfinder 75.763
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After the battle ...
Attacker Frost [SUB_ZERO]
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Battlecruiser 3.522.894 ( -2.739 )
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Defender simplex
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Destroyed!
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The attacker has won the battle!
The attacker captured:
320.378.504 metal, 81.209.672 crystal and 204.404.275 deuterium
The attacker lost a total of 232.815.000 units.
The defender lost a total of 73.206.854.000 units.
At these space coordinates now float 20.704.357.500 metal, 12.804.705.000 crystal and 3.210.772.000 deuterium.
The defender gain a wreckage field of 9.917.251.000 metal, 6.083.354.000 crystal and 1.531.083.000.
The attacker captured a total of 605.992.451 units.
The chance for a moon to be created from the debris was 20%.
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Debris harvested by the attacker(s):
20.704.357.500 metal, 12.804.730.000 crystal and 3.210.772.000 deuterium
Summary of profit/losses:
Summary attackers(s)
Metal: 20.942.566.004
Crystal: 12.776.379.672
Deuterium: 3.374.091.275
The attacker(s) made a profit of 37.093.036.951 units.
Summary defender(s)
Metal: -31.729.672.504
Crystal: -19.497.705.672
Deuterium: -5.053.780.275
The defender(s) lost a total of 56.281.158.451 units.
