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[Yay, another chapter! Hope you guys are ready, only three more chapters after this! It is way too short, I totally failed with decriptions on this one, sorry guys! Enjoy it thought and hopefully I will have the next one up before a week haha, hopefully!  Don't forget to comment please  May<3]

Chapter Seventeen

Control had conformation on the approaching Wavarians position, the full fleet we had been expecting. It was almost to our Regions. They were still not responding to any sort of contact. The fact they aren't responding is very worrying. Like, why would they fly deaf like that? What do they have planned that they can't inform others of their approach?

Due to the enormity of the threat, all fleets were at the ready.

My fleet was on it's way to the hanger, just as all the rest were. That's when the strangest thing happened.

Grady Stevens, grade A prick master to me since we met, slaps me on the back in a friendly way, turning to me as he passed.

“For now you are my teammate and fellow Ranger, I'll watch your back. Good luck out there, Falcon.” He walked off again as if nothing happened.

I knew what he meant. While our lives and lively hood were threatened we would band together and face the threat as one, but once we were safe again, the truce was over.

Understandable and very commendable to put the animosity in the background, but I never thought in a million years that would ever come from Grady. Maybe he has grown a little, or has more smarts then I gave him credit for. Who knows? Do you because I have no freaking clue? But oh well, why look a gift horse in the mouth right?

Mmm Logan's mouth. Uh-oh. I need to stop that thought processes and fast. Last night was amazing, but I need to focus for this. It was amazing though...ugh, stop it, Jaycen. Focus.

We loaded up and the ESDR set out. As we approached the Wavarian's on the outskirts of the Hilkirt Region, the fleets moved into defensive position. Everyone was on edge waiting for the coming fight.

Control finally made contact with the Wavarian's at the last minute it seemed, but my relief was short lived. As Control broadcast the communication to the whole fleet, I knew we wouldn't get out of this easily.

“This is Control of the Elite Space Defense Rangers. You are indicating a threat. Please state the reason of your approach and back down.”

“This is the Wavarian Command, and we will not back down. We are in need of a new home system and will result to force to take it if necessary.”

Shots started flying, and I didn't hesitate to fire back this time. I knew the enormousness of the situation I was in. I had been psyching myself up for this all day.

The Wavarian fighter ships were very similar in technology but the ESDR is the best and recruits the best for a reason.

We dodged and rolled, shots clipped a few of our ships but nothing major so far. As the fight wore on, it became quit apparent that even though we shared similar knowledge of technology, the ESDR was Superior in fighting. The enemy ships were slowly being swept away and a few even started to retreat before fighting.

We were ecstatic when it seemed the last of the ships retreated. All of the sudden a fast approaching ship caught my eye. I moved to chase the ship and get him to retreat like the rest, but soon found it impossible to catch up.

I sent the closet Ranger a quick “on your left” but before he could react the enemy ship let loose a shot. It seemed like a 'one last hoorah' thing because he quickly retreated.

Everything stopped when I heard Rabbit's panicked voice ring out.

“FOXER! Behind You!!”

No. No please.

I watched in shock as the shot headed straight towards the back of Logan's unsuspecting ship. My shock quickly turned to horror as it became clear Foxer wouldn't have enough time to move. It was too close.

KABOOOOOOOM!!

Sparks flew, metal shot out, and my heart shattered along with.

[Don't kill me please!  *hides behind Benji*]

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