Villist

Commander Robert Garry floated across the Federal Corvette's bridge, through sparks, zero-G fire and around floating bodies.

The ship was dying.

He reached his destination, the trapped officer - a lieutenant, and pulled her from the collapsed console. "Where's the captain?" she asked.

"Dead."

Her eyes betrayed her words. "We're going to die,” she said.

Then the S.O.S came in over comms, thousands of screaming voices pleading for mercy as they died in boiling plasma.

"Villist," the lieutenant whispered. "The Imps are scorching it."

Robert narrowed his eyes and straightened his shoulders. "To your post lieutenant, we're not done yet."