Now, all hope rested on the Minotaur commander, Helran. Time was a luxury he didn't have, and the fate of his crew would be decided in the upcoming moments. Will these be our last moments, or can a miracle save us? he thought. He gave a bitter chuckle. A miracle was unlikely; the enemy was overwhelmingly powerful.
"Only the Star Fleet can save us, and even that is questionable," he muttered aloud.
"Sir, that's an understatement," replied one of the Minotaur officers, watching the brutal exchange on the main display. "We can't even reach our homeworlds in this system, much less contact the Star Fleet."
Their force was suffering a crushing defeat against an enemy they knew nothing about. Losses mounted with every passing second.
While the tactical rotation of their three-layered formation was mitigating the damage, it was merely delaying the inevitable: more casualties.
