[ WP ] It 's been 300 years since Mars was colonized . Now , there is a revolution and the colonies are fighting for their independance . The first space battle in human history is about to begin .

First time writing something here, so I understand if it's shit. 
 
 Captain Hollister drew a long, slow breath in through his nose. He had to remain calm, if not for himself then for the crew of his ship, The Hercules. It had been 5 weeks since the colonies of Mars split from the Terran Empire, and in that time Hollister and his comrades had mobilised. 
 
 Three battlegroups, comprising of three Hero class battleships, two State class carriers and a multitude of cruisers and other ships had departed the orbit of Luna, separating and heading towards their own objectives. The Hercules - and her sister ships the Perseus and the Achilles - was gearing up for the first major engagement of the conflict. Hollister himself was a veteran of several prior campaigns, including the now infamous Jupiter Incident. Out of the viewport ahead of him, he could see the Martian fleet. Hollister had been told by his superiors that the Martians had only a small fleet, mostly made up of relics from the colonisation of Mars. 
 
 His superiors were wrong. 
 
 Whereas the fleet Hollister was in was a fearsome force numbering an intimidating 56 vessels, the Martian fleet was easily twice that number. At the front of the Martians was the ship that had sparked many rumours over the years - The Mephistopheles. Some said it could n't be done, others that the rumours were just that - rumours. The Mephistopheles was bigger than all three of the battleships end to end, and allegedly carried enough nukes to render Terra no more than a charred pebble. 
 
 Hollister immediately got on comms to the Achilles and the Perseus, ordering the trio of ships into a broadside, as he got confirmation from the carriers Guardian and Kingslayer that they had launched their compliments of Sparrow fighter-bombers. 
 
 He watched the bright trails the nukes left behind them, and felt content. The battle was going well. So far, the Martians had n't even fired a shot, whilst the Terrans had destroyed 4 ships, and damaged a further 16. The battleships were constantly pumping out their radioactive payloads into the inky darkness of space. However, a spike of power was detected from the Mephistopheles a few moments ago. Hollister ran his gaze across his fleet, taking in the lights and the flashes off cannons. Something caught his eye. 
 
 Something speeding towards the hull of the Perseus. 
 
 A blinding white flash emanated from where the object struck the Perseus, and shortly before his eyes were liquidated in their sockets, Hollister saw that the Perseus had been immolated in its entirety. The Achilles, who had her front behind the Perseus, was beheaded, before going off into an uncontrollable cartwheel. The Hercules, however, took relatively light damage, with one exception. The oxygen generators had been catastrophically hit, with no chance of repairs. 
 
 Hollister allowed himself a sad smile. This was how he was going to go. Not with a courageous last stand, or a noble sacrifice, but slowly, fighting for the last scraps of air as he watched the ships under his command get steamrolled. 
 
 ( As I said, this is my first time posting here, so I apologise if it's shit. )
