A Non-Canon War

He opens his eyes and stands, approaching the screen.

"Answer me this, alien. In war, can one afford surrender? When you face an enemy of great power and speed, an enemy of great history and legend, when you face an enemy of unimaginable strength or cunning, is it really worth it to surrender? Sure there is survival and glory in death and all that, but can one really afford to give their lives to such a force? Without defense, without mercy? Sure to you this may seem honourable, but to the Dovese and all my family at home in Dovakra Space, this is barbaric. To give your enemy no choice but to surrender. Honour consists of crowning a victor by skill, not by firepower. You and your Rainboom will go down in Dux history has cowards should you hide behind your wall of weaponry. Face us with honour and you will be written as such."

The captain does his last button, takes a sip from his tea and returns to his chair.

"Bring in our Champions."

Three incredibly large ships exit warp, still steaming from training combat. One resembles a dagger, the next a Destroyer, and the last an ultra sized Kygysrough.

"The choice is yours, Pan-Galactic Republic. An honourless victory, or a glorious battle."

The ships sidekick, the blade of the Rainboom scraping off the pain of the dagger shaped ship, the ISNOD Natoi, as it barely makes it out of the way it time.

The oversized Kygysrough, the ISNOD Val, fires off heavy thrusters on it's stern side and rotates to face the side of the Sonic Rainboom.

Large portions of the Val are blown away, but the ship begins its charge up sequence. The destroyer resembling ship, the ISNOD Pasle, flies with its starboard facing the top of the Rainboom, all guns ablaze. The Natoi with engines burning hot flies across the opposite side than the Val, hugging the hull still being much smaller than the Sonic.

The Pasle in a moment of realising their grave mistake fires up their shields, though are too late to absorb most of the blow. The ship's power flickers on and off on decks 3 through 12, ceasing fire and flying toward the underbelly. The Natoi joins it soon after, making their way to the convex inlet near the stern.

Alarms go off as foreign lifeforms are detected within strictly Dovae Space. Two police vessels arrive on site.

"All Dovese space is monitored in wartime. You are not Dovese. I suggest you return, aliens."

"That statement is incorrect, all vessels are armed with a militant in case of Frache pirating."

They rescan.

"Rescan complete. A diagnostics has been ran during the scan and has reached the conclusion this vessel has changed readings, previously showing an alien lifeform, now showing an empty cabin. You are dysfunctional."

The cannons arm.