[ WP ] Tell me the middle of a sci-fi epic . No beginning or introduction to the setting or characters , nor any context to what 's going on , and no resolution of any kind .

The Destroyer groaned as it's hull took four negatively charged Ion Bursts from the Vaseej's Navy. Captain Siraj knew that the ship was gone, and that by forcing this assault he condemned both himself and his whole crew to being harvested. 
 
 `` Captain, our jammers are online and we've begun encrypting our message, but we've lost the rear thrusters and are leaking hydrogen. Their Ions will need another fifteen minutes to charge. We can hold their fighters off, but another Ion will kill us.'' The Lieutenant spoke so fast his words collided in his mouth, and by the time they reached the Captain, were a jumbled mess of syllables as mangled as The Destroyer's rear thrusters. 
 
 A knowing smirk crawled on the Captain's face as he recognized the nervousness of men doubting their fate. But he was Siraj, the Tiger of the Alliance. He was the young fighter pilot, whom upon seeing seven Cluster Carriers warp into Non-combatant space, flew *into* one of their warp clusters and detonated his own ship before ejecting with seconds to spare. He was the leader of men, who charged at titans and compelled men to obey. He was the one people believed when he said `` It will be ok,'' which was why no one doubted him as he lied to his men this one time. 
 
 The Vaseej would re-animate them, but bind their minds to their half rotten corpses and force them to experience their own bodies decomposing. And yet, the precious minutes he bought with lives that were n't his were well worth the cost. 
 
 `` Lieutenant, look at me. It will be ok, focus on your com links, and I will focus on personally escorting every single one of these motherless pigs back to their bastard Everfather. Agreed?'' 
 
 `` Ag-agreed, sir.'' The Lieutenant's shoulders dropped and his gaze intensified. Swearing always did the trick. 
 
 He knew he could n't deliver on his promise of things being okay, but he was fairly certain he could do the escorting bit. 
 
 `` Are our heavy transports still with us?'' 
 
 `` We have ten, we lost the other half in the first volley.'' 
 
 `` Unload their cargo and have them attach to our rear frame.'' A plan started to form. 
 
 `` Unloading ten H.T.'s and attaching to rear frame, sir. E.T.A. 3 minutes.'' Growled the Lieutenant with newfound resolve. 
 
 `` Good. Throw that timer up on our display, and give me an infantry report.'' 
 
 `` Eight squads standing, two wounded. The rest are gone, sir.'' 
 
 He needed more than eight squads. He needed much more than eight squads. `` That wo n't do. What else do we have?'' 
 
 `` Well, sir... we still have The Bunnies.'' 
 
 `` Hah! Now you're thinking, Lieutenant. Patch me to Commander Stanley.'' The captain was surprised at the Lieutenant's gumption. But with four hundred Monolith grade ships against their single Destroyer and the ground war on the planet underneath, it was really the only logical next step. 
 
 `` Commander Rivermore Stanley reporting in, sir!'' 
 
 Gunfire erupted in the background, men's screams were drowned out by the screeches of genetically engineered, bred-for-killing, Vaseej shamans. The fact that the commander was even alive surprised him. Then again, Stanley was hand-picked by Siraj himself. 
 
 `` Commander Stanley, we need your men for a level four maneuver.'' 
 
 `` But Captain, we can barely keep their Breacher Pods at bay with the men we have!'' Pleaded the Commander, desperate to hold onto what was left of his troops. The commander was the most capable soldier on deck, and even he could only execute level three Ms. 
 
 `` No Commander, I need your *other* men.'' 
 
 Only gunfire and screams were heard on the com links. The Commander fell silent as he tried to wrap his head around the request. 
 
 `` Captain, they wiped out a Sentient class species the last time we let them out of the box. Are you su-'' 
 
 `` I read the brief about the Cathar Extinction, too, Commander. Get them outfitted for 0G combat boarding, and do n't forget their bracelets. We would n't want them to go wandering around now do we?'' 
 
 `` Of course not, sir.'' If the Tiger of the Alliance wanted these skin-wearing child-eaters, he must have his reasons. 
 
 `` Deploy them to starboard airlock 5C and get them on secure com channels with me when they're on the way.'' 
 
 `` Yes sir. Over and out.'' 
 
 `` Captain, 5C is right next to the leaking hydrogen line.'' 
 
 `` I know. Prime starboard thrusters to 70 %, run side-impact simulations, and wait for my mark.'' 
 
 `` Charting impact reports on the left panel.'' 
 
 The simulations promised that The Destroyer was going to make it with a 98.3 % confidence interval, but all weapons and navigational systems were going to be offline. 
 
 `` Look on the bright side Lieutenant, we'll still have our septic systems.'' 
 
 `` I suppose, sir.'' 
 
 A com link came alive as the timer on the H.T. positioning reached zero, and a deep underwater voice with thickly curled pronunciation echoed into the command deck. 
 
 `` Forward Point Big Babushka leading 5 H.T.s, docked, locked, and ready for further instructions, Captain. You should see the port side nova, its colors are so rich and booming with life.'' 
 
 In the most defining military confrontation of their time, amid two simultaneous battles, and after losing half of their numbers, the Transport Core still could not a modicum of interest in the war. 
 
 `` Forward Point B.B., hold your position and charge all power to stern drives. You are now our rear thrusters.'' 
 
 `` Oh! Oh! Captain, your girl has heavy bottom, reminds me of wife at home. I will drive into your lady with memories of mine in my mind! Hahahaha!'' 
 
 `` But not until The Bunnies are done with their objective.'' The Captain's voice was stern, the timing of the H.T.'s would mean everything. 
 
 The Forward Point quickly sobered up, `` Captain? What? They are here? You send them outside with us? No, sir, we can not -'' 
 
 `` Relax, Forward Point, They're Starboard. Wait for our mark.'' 
 
 `` Copy, sir.'' 
 
 -- - 
 
 Deep under the Destroyer's hydrogen core. Nine full-body shackles and a stasis field held nine captives in suspended animation. 
 
 Commander Stanley was used to the fear of death, the fear of battle. He was familiar with the feeling of a pounding heart and a body so full of adrenaline it could barely form coherent thought. His training and experience prepared him for these mortal fears. For this, however, there was no training. Commander Stanley was afraid. 
 
 A single eye opened. 
 
 Deep under The Destroyer's core, a smiling voice sang. 
 
 `` What is it this time?'' 
 
 

