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Frigate FF-413
Commodore Johnston observed the Terran detachment tangle up and collapse all over itself as the Aesir pushed them into retreat. His own 38 ships had survived the rest of the battle, and were even now firing into the scrum, but Thomas knew that the battle was minutes away from ending. This was an opportunity to avenge the Covacs fleet’s callous sacrifice by obliterating an entire wing of the man responsible for this slaughter, but he also knew that the cosmonauts on these Imperial starships had no knowledge of any of this, just doing as they were told without question. And misguided though they might be, they were still fellow Humans, and Johnston could not stomach having to abide by the destruction of the defeated Terran East wing. For all he knew, the Aesir were merciless killers, not content with victory but wanting total annihilation – something the Terrans themselves admittedly did to their own enemies bar those circumstances where said enemy had fought with true bravery, but also something he knew to be anathema to the Novans and likely to sour the alliance with the Xenos.
Thus, after ordering his ships to cease fire, he got on the comms and broadcast open-channel:
“Attention all. Attention all. This is Thomas Johnston, Eastern Shield Fleet. Terran forces, you have been defeated. Trying to run is pointless. Do not throw your lives away and join the winning side. If the Aesir wipe you out, there is nothing I can do to stop them. Stand down!”
“Now we wait and see.” He told his bridge crew. “Let’s hope this culture clash won’t be the death of us all.”

Northern Engagement
As the Dysonians raided the rear of the Terran formation, harassing capital ships with torpedo volleys while Belderian boarding teams picked away at smaller ships under the support of heavy Novan gunnery, the front of the Imperial fleet was breaking its way through the buckled Aesir center lines while the sides held off the Xenos’ attempts to break up the battered Imperial fleet, Terran smallcraft tangoing with their Aesir counterparts to protect their ships from bombers as the anti-ordnance frigates worked overtime to shoot down incoming missiles and torpedoes. For the first time in the battle, the Terran capital ships used their Nova Cannons, but instead of coordinated volleys every captain fired at will, mostly concerned with securing an exit vector for their own battlegroup; but still the massively powerful Nova shells were doing their work as they prevented the Aesir from concentrating their forces to overwhelm the remnants of the First Expeditionary Fleet.

I.S.S. Austerlitz
“Carriers to the center! Dreadnoughts: surround them! I want my Battleships and Heavy Cruisers to form an outer perimeter, tank the enemy’s fire as best you can! Smaller cruisers and escort ships fill the space in between, and put my flagship dead center within the formation. Once that’s done, make ready the fleet to open up for his Armageddon Gun on my signal. We’re going to blow open another hole in the Aesir fleet if they’re foolish enough to try and block our exit route. Now, execute!” Vice Admiral Schwarzkopf ordered, heedless of the fact that his Armageddon Gun was only rated for firing once an hour and either forgetting or willfully ignoring the possibility that firing again prematurely could very well cause his own ship to explode.