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if there was anything we could do to make this less excruciating for us shields. I knew that the Master Shield Wizard was about to collapse, the Adept did not feel much better and I was reaching my limits as well. Then I had an idea: On Eden 2, I had tinted my shield to make the sunlight more bearable - maybe that worked here as well? Then another thought came: When our shields were transparent, why was the light then stopped?
     
    Thinking back to the hits I remembered thinking "No! You won't kill us!" and that the spots where the enemy lights hit the shield were matte black to absorb that light.
     
    Making the shield more transparent to let some of the light through was not an option as I did not know how much our hull could take. Seeing how easily that other Brick had been cut to pieces did not make me optimistic that way. So, letting the light through was not an option. Absorbing it was becoming impossible. Maybe reflecting some? Like in a mirror?
     
    That was the exact moment that we won the fight. Making our shield reflect at least some of the enemy light was not hard, and when they hit us the next time it was only about half as bad and the enemy shield suddenly showed signs of wavering under the reflection of their own light. Our weapons redoubled their efforts after being frustrated with the enemy shield being impenetrable. It was not enough, unfortunately. But now we knew what to do.
     
    Following my thought Annina had the engine fly less erratic, making sure we were hit more often. Our mirroring got better, and enduring the remaining pain was not a problem. We mirrored about 70% of the enemy light back at them, causing their shields to waver each time. Each time our weapons redoubled, but could not penetrate.
     
    Only about 40 seconds had passed by now since the battle started.
     
    The communicator had streamed everything constantly, so when help arrived they did so with all the information they needed. When the Stack came out of rail-drive, they did so with a silvery shield and turrets opening fire immediately. It was a Stack of 3 Bricks stacked on top of each other, the middle one with a very familiar, bright colored front. The communicator yelled: " Tan Line to Quarry : One last time, fire everything." That was Captain Oriakova! I yelled: "Open fire! Give them all you have!"
     
    Under our combined fire the enemy shield finally collapsed. None of us knew where to hit them efficiently, so we bathed them in weapons fire. At the end, they were trailing wreckage and bodies when they entered the moon's atmosphere to the loud cheering of the weapons. The communicator yelled over the cheering: " Tan Line to Quarry : Monitor where they go down, we'll see if there are any survivors."
     
    "Thank you, acknowledge please. Sensors, navigation, keep watch over them until they hit the ground. Communication, keep streaming - this crash might teach us a little bit about their vessels, whatever they are called. Engines, keep our height. I do not want to follow them in." A chorus of "Yes, sir!" told me that there was nothing more I could do. "Annina, I'll go around and see if anyone needs anything. You have the bridge." She nodded and I left the bridge.
     
    The first person I met was the Drill-Lieutenant. "How are we doing, Lieutenant?"
     
    "Fine, sir. This victory is important for the morale of the weapons. I just hope that we won't have to do this again any time soon."
     
    "A feeling is telling me that your hope might be disappointed. If I were to go somewhere to cause trouble I would not go with just one Brick. I'd bring many."
     
    "I feared that. Well, we got a good crew and a good captain if I may say so, sir."
     
    I smiled. "Thank you, Lieutenant. Yes?" He was looking at me and stuck his hand out.
     
    "Radaean, my friends call me Rad, if I may be so blunt, sir."
     
    We shook. "Xandrian, my friends never called me anything different. You are a lot more experienced and technically we are of the same