Admiral Dorg sat in his command chair on board the Alliance Flagship War Weapon
and watched as his fleet was destroying the humans’ ships. He heard his bridge
crew cheering but he couldn’t help thinking, “This is too easy. This fleet
couldn’t have defeated our ships at the Human Colony World.”
Then he said, “Communications, put a picture of one of those human ships that was just
destroyed on my display.” A picture of a small ship suddenly appeared on his
console. He looked at it for a minute and then pulled up a picture of the small
human ship that had killed two heavy cruisers. He put it next to the ship that
had just been destroyed; they looked nothing alike. His internal alarms went off
at full blast; he stood and yelled, “Order the fleet back into formation!” His
crew stopped cheering and looked at him like he was crazy. “Do it now; we’re
being set up for a trap!” His crew hesitated, looking at each other for just a
moment, and then started issuing orders, but that small hesitation proved fatal;
the human fleet ripped into the Alliance ships like a tsunami.