Otaku Translation: Carrying the Bases of Starcraft C86

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Stationary satellites in the planet’s orbit erupted into brilliant bursts of light. Invisible waves of high-frequency electromagnetic pulses fried their circuit boards and pushed them out into deep space. Massive chunks of floating debris were carried skyward by magma surging like tides, slowly nudged outward like low-orbit satellites drifting away.

On the bridge of the Thunder Fleet's flagship, Zeus, Austin had just finished issuing commands to preheat the engines after reorienting the vessel when an urgent briefing landed in his hands.

The words on the report, printed in bold red letters, turned his face pale: "Planet Namie is expected to explode in 30 seconds."

Thirty seconds. Thirty seconds… In that short span of time, there was no way even the carrier’s warp engines could fully spool up, let alone those of a larger battleship. Perhaps only cruisers, destroyers, or frigates—smaller ships with faster warm-up times—could make it out alive.

Why so soon? Why? A sharp, slicing pain clawed at Austin’s insides, as though an invisible blade were tearing through his heart and soul.

He understood better than anyone what would happen if the planet exploded. Even though the Zeus was positioned at the rear of the fleet, farthest from Planet Namie and equipped with the thickest armor and most advanced protective systems, surviving the cosmic storm about to erupt seemed impossible.

Thirty seconds… There was no time left for hesitation. Austin shot to his feet, shouting orders to the communications officer: “Command all ships to abandon formation! Forget protocols! As soon as their warp drives are ready, enter hyperspace immediately. We’re racing against death itself.”

“Yes, sir…”

“General, Tiger Shark Squadron is requesting a direct link,” interjected Heloise, the communications officer, glancing nervously at Austin’s grim expression.

With lives hanging by a thread, there was no room for delays. Austin snorted coldly. “No time. Tell them to get out while they still can.”

Heloise didn’t dare hesitate. She rejected the connection request and relayed Austin’s orders.

When Alfred received the rejection message, he froze momentarily. But upon reading the command, his scalp tingled with alarm. “Engine crew, activate the warp drive now! Hurry, hurry!”

“But Captain, we haven’t escaped the planet’s gravitational pull yet, and the warp drive hasn’t finished charging…” came the hesitant reply.

“Damn it, Lasvia! Do as I say, or shut your mouth before I lose mine!” Alfred barked, his voice trembling with barely contained fury.

Lasvia flinched but didn’t waste another second, pressing the emergency ignition button without delay. Alfred had always been a figure of unshakable calm, like a mountain unmoved by storms. If he was this agitated, the situation must be dire indeed.

The energy arrays powering the engines surged with power. Zerion fuel—a synthetic blend enriched with Element Zero—was pumped into the catalytic chamber. Energy readings spiked wildly, and a faint blue glow coursed through the crystal conduits connected to the main propulsion system.

The same scene played out across other vessels. Taking a chance might mean death, but doing nothing guaranteed it.

As Alfred and his crew anxiously monitored the engine status, a flash of silver streaked past the viewport. An Epsilon shuttlecraft darted gracefully into the void, catching the light of Namie’s fading star, its sleek form resembling a silver carp swimming upstream. Then, just as suddenly, it vanished from sight.

At the same moment, everyone felt a violent jolt. The ship shuddered violently, throwing some crew members off balance while others collided painfully with control panels. Continuous tremors rocked the vessel, making it feel like a sieve being shaken uncontrollably.

Planet Namie had finally exploded. Fiery brilliance lit up the night-like expanse of space, igniting the vacuum with a spectacle akin to fireworks. Rolling clouds of fire surged outward, spreading heat and shockwaves across the cosmos.

Enormous chunks of molten rock erupted like geysers, propelled by unimaginable kinetic energy in every direction. High-frequency particle beams burst forth, painting the endless void with dazzling, deadly arcs of light.

The blinding radiance overwhelmed surveillance cameras, and a distorted satellite, ejected from orbit by the explosion, tumbled end-over-end like a cannonball. It slammed into the port side of a nearby Dogfish shark-class frigate trailing behind the squadron.

A fiery eruption followed, scattering fragments of shattered armor. Secondary explosions rippled through the frigate, splitting it clean in half. What remained was a twisted hulk of sparking metal, hurtling toward the rest of the fleet.

“Hard to port, altitude two hundred! Evade immediately!” The sudden chaos disrupted the entire squadron’s rhythm. Outer ships veered sharply to either side, while smaller destroyers in awkward positions twisted desperately to present their strongest armor plating to the incoming wreckage.

Collisions were inevitable. One destroyer was struck broadside by the remnants of the frigate, leaving a gaping hole in its hull. Debris spilled out, flooding the surrounding area. Fortunately, the damage wasn’t critical; the destroyer used the momentum to pivot and retreat outward.

The collision altered the trajectory of the debris, sending it careening in the opposite direction. Another unsuspecting frigate was blindsided, flipping wildly before spiraling away.

It was like dropping a steel ball into a cluster of glass marbles—chain reactions of collisions scattered the once-orderly formation into disarray.

Just as Alfred and his crew fought to stabilize their vessel, a greater calamity struck. Streams of particles, faster than both fire and rock, zipped past.

A destroyer already suffering 30% structural damage went dark instantly. Its thrusters sputtered briefly before falling silent. From afar, the ship resembled a coffin—cold, lifeless, and utterly foreboding.

Alfred gripped the armrests tightly, shouting above the din: “Quickly! Deploy the electromagnetic defense fields!”

One by one, magnetic repulsion grids unfurled around the ships. Most of the high-frequency particle beams were deflected, and even the few penetrating particles that made contact were stopped by special coatings on the hulls.

But not all ships managed to raise their defenses in time. Those caught unprepared were inundated by waves of particles, triggering widespread EMP effects that fried circuits and crashed systems, turning them into ghost ships adrift in space.

Crew members aboard these vessels fared little better. Many succumbed to lethal doses of gamma and X-ray radiation, while a lucky few who donned protective suits or sought refuge in shielded compartments survived—for now. Yet, stranded aboard powerless, crippled ships, waiting to die seemed their only fate.

In that moment, Planet Namie became a boiling cauldron, spewing rivers of molten magma into the void. Flames stretched across the horizon like monstrous tidal waves, beneath which churned plasma-like material. At its core burned a searing silver-white light hundreds of times brighter than Namie’s dying sun.

Kilometer-wide boulders shot out like cannonballs, spinning wildly as they carved paths through the air. They collided mid-flight, ricocheting like billiard balls struck by a cue, cascading outward in chaotic patterns.

Not long after enduring the ion beam assault, Tiger Shark Squadron faced another barrage of meteors. Massive rocks slammed into the ships, breaching armor and leaving trails of mangled steel and sparking wires.

The fate of vessels disabled by EMPs was even grimmer. Jagged shards of rock acted like knives in the hands of a butcher, slicing ships apart until they became heaps of twisted scrap metal. These remnants were then swept up by subsequent waves of flying debris, dispersing rapidly into the void.

The full force of the planetary explosion was closing in. The remaining ships of Tiger Shark Squadron floated precariously, like lone rafts caught in a raging sea. Any moment now, they could be capsized and lost forever among the stars.

Alfred stared blankly out the viewport, mirrored by the stunned expressions of everyone else on the bridge. Their faces bore traces of fear, confusion, and sorrow.

Not far away, a wedge-shaped boulder hundreds of meters wide tumbled toward them, its edges still glowing with cooling magma. A flash of crimson filled the viewport, followed by a shadow sweeping past. The floor shook violently, and the lights blinked out.

“Ahhh…” the panicked cries of female officers echoed through the darkness.

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