Sup guys I am currently working on a short story involving my own characters and my own galaxy. This here is one of my current storys so if anyone has any ideas tell me and I may put it down and get published. "Fire? commanded the Lynianan Admiral Vikro Ne?Dolo, as he gazed down in delight as his four Starcruisers circled the civilian space station. On planet and circling the planet Draxis were the enemy vermin his fleet had discovered, and who were probably, at this very moment, plotting against him. Ha! The thought of someone thinking they could prevail against him was amusing to say the least which made him laugh quietly to himself. ?Gather the bombers? he commanded his aide ?and tell them to target the largest planet side city for strafing? He and his crew were all of a race which believed themselves holy and all others were inferior. The outsiders were to be slaves or among the lifeless and he would stop at nothing to accomplish their goals. As he watched down through the viewing screen he said a prayer for quick and bloodless victory to his gods. ?Filthy scum? exclaimed the trader, smuggler, tactician, businessman and among other things the current commander of the Draxian Defense Force, Jerc Karr. Jerc Karr was a legend among his people after his decisive victories in the Great Campaign. He had obtained the rank of Fleet Commander in the extensive Perian navy at the age of 28, the youngest to ever do so. After the Perian-Lynianan Galactic Conflict, as it was now known, he had settled down on the colony world Draxis on the outskirts of Perian territory. From there on Karr forged a small trading and shipping company and he owned a few corporations on near by worlds. Here he had met his wife, Lorene and had two sons, Jacob and Trisk. They were one of the first of many to be killed during the surprise attacks by the Lynianans. Now middle aged he had once again joined the military again and soon was the highest ranking naval officer. Jerc Karr sat on the bridge in the ancient dreadnaught Cosmic Fury as he watched in horror as the space station in front of him crumpled during with the enemy onslaught. His force of two dreadnaughts, half a dozen support frigates, and a dozen various fighter and bomber squadrons could do nothing to help as they were preoccupied with trying to evacuate the planet. They didn?t have near the firepower and technology to put up a fight here in the galaxy?s outskirts. Breaking through his musing, and with heavy sadness and gloom in his voice his second in command, a male Borean alien named Borsock, informed him they had all lost contact with the station. ?Very well? whispered Karr ?Order the dozen or so transport ships to gather on the far side of the moon away from the Lynianan forces while they make the jump to lightspeed. Tell them to travel too Perinia and to alert the Prime Minister of our situation and ask them to send a relief force.? ?What about us Commander?? asked Borsock. ?We are to hold off the Lynianans as long as possible...?