Thread:Faenor of the Silver Laurel/@comment-26084195-20170104064405/@comment-26444332-20170104190602

With a flash of blue-white light, a large starfleet enters realspace. It's just far enough to be out of range of their main armaments. The ships seem to amount to a dozen of the winged cruisers Claz'zakla saw before, two which double the size of that winged vessel, a few which are of a wedge-shape, a few slender, needle-shaped ships a mile or so long, and a truly titanic starship managing fifteen kilometers in length, if a little more. There are appear to be smaller support craft.