In the galaxy of Fattoria, the battle to determine the fate of the Gloripork race has officially begun!
All carrier-based warships from the Imperium Caelestis opened their hangars—maximum energy output activated. Sirens wailed across the fleet as combat systems roared to life.
In the bustling hangars, dozens of Zaku II and RGM-79 mobile suits powered up. Mechs were locked, loaded, and ready to launch. Pilots adjusted their helmets, strapped in, and prepared for deployment.
Meanwhile, First Order TIE Fighter pilots and Rebel Alliance X-Wing pilots sprinted toward their ships, donning their helmets simultaneously. Once bitter enemies, now they stand united under a single flag—the Imperium Caelestis.
> "Am I really fighting alongside First Order bastards now?"
muttered a Rebel pilot as he climbed into his cockpit.
The mobile suit pilots felt the same. Once rivals, now comrades.
> "Zaku and GM in one fleet? Guess hell froze over."
As the carrier-based fighters and mobile suits launched into space, their signatures were immediately picked up by Grulfan's fleet radar.
> "Report: enemy forces have deployed carrier-based aircraft and manually piloted mechas!"
Grulfan stared at the deep red lines spreading across the radar. His expression grew grim.
> "So… the age of massive ships and heavy artillery has returned. No wonder the Bloodmaw Empire failed to stop them."
On the tactical screen, he saw the silhouettes of Star Wars capital ships, Imperial warships from Warhammer, some even built like flying cathedrals, glowing with divine energy and terrifying presence.
Then came another monstrous outline—a StarCraft artillery battlecruiser, cruising like a juggernaut across the void.
Grulfan finally began to grasp what kind of enemy he was dealing with. But despite the overwhelming firepower and advanced tech, he remained confident. His armada was massive in number, and the carrier-based fighters had already begun their assault, followed closely by their mechas.
"Our carrier-based fighters are preparing for launch!"
"To counter their carrier-based squadrons, deploy the frigates and destroyers to escort our capital ships!"
Although Grulfan lacked experience commanding carrier-based warfare, he felt this wouldn't affect his performance. He was confident—overconfident.
> "No warships detected on their side yet! There's nothing to fear!"
The Gloripork fleet's carriers began launching their own fighters. Grulfan, blinded by pride, believed his armada would easily wipe out the enemy.
What he failed to acknowledge was the sheer number of carrier-launched aircraft and mobile suits from the Imperium Caelestis—let alone their firepower.
The Gloripork formation scattered to engage. One of their destroyers, equipped with torpedoes and medium artillery, might've been enough to hold off against a standard Federation cruiser.
But not against this.
Not against a storm of TIE Fighters, X-Wings, and Mobile Suits moving in perfect formation.
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Tuskveil, captain of the Holy Dagger, a destroyer of the Sacred Meat Empire, was the first to experience the true terror of this carrier-based assault.
> "Damn it—enemy fighters are everywhere! Our artillery can't keep up! Their firepower's overwhelming!"
He looked around, surrounded by swarms of enemy aircraft and mechas. He watched, helpless, as Mobile Suits tore through his escort ships.
> BOOM!
A massive explosion rocked the ship—Tuskveil and his crew were thrown violently as the deck tilted and the void of space yawned open.
> "Chief Engineer's been hit!" a crew member shouted, staggering.
> "Then fix it! Don't waste time reporting—move!" Tuskveil barked back, clinging to a railing.
A squad of Gloripork soldiers in EVA suits rushed to the damaged section—only to be ambushed by a volley of precision red laser fire that tore through them in an instant.
> "Reform the formation! For the Emperor!"
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Having completed their strike runs, the surviving X-Wing and TIE Fighter pilots regrouped, quickly reforming into a unified force.
The main mission of the X-Wing and TIE Fighter squadrons is to draw the enemy's attention on the front lines. Afterward, they are tasked with destroying the enemy's anti-air towers, clearing the way for a strategically planned pincer operation.
Meanwhile, the Titanium-class bombers will exploit the gap to carry out the primary strike on the Gloripork warships from mid to close range.
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At that moment, Grulfan realized the true threat.
"Sir! The enemy warships are moving closer from the right!" one of the radar crew members shouted in panic.
Grulfan stared out the command window. His eyes widened as the triangular formation of warships appeared in the distance.
At the center of the formation: the Eclipse-class Super Star Destroyer, a dark giant from another galaxy.
In the front row: Warhammer warships, clad in adamantium armor, adorned with gothic pillars and the symbol of Imperium Manusia.
In the rear: combat ships from StarCraft, equipped with psionic technology and advanced plasma weaponry.
Energy beams collided in a fierce exchange between the Gloripork ship's cannons and the heavy artillery of the enemy fleet. The sky turned into a storm of light and explosions.
Caelestis Imperium's small frigates hovered around the central Star Destroyer, forming a protective formation like a school of space sharks.
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Inside the Eclipse, Kylo Ren stood in the tactical room.
> "Use the Super Star Destroyer as the center of the formation," he said coldly.
"Deploy two Resurgent-class Star Destroyers to attack their flagship with full speed."
He then donned his black helmet once more and walked toward the cockpit—
a sign that the battlefield was about to change drastically.