He found that there were two limiting factors. At first it was his perception and reaction time but as he learned to push his senses up the sixth boost, he found that the world slowed down around him. Even at this speed he was beginning to be able to react. Jay laughed for sheer joy. Once he had a chance to really train his reactions at this speed, he would become unstoppable.
The other limit was his lack of belief in himself. His self-confidence had taken great strides forward and he trusted himself to defeat many monsters. But he was also a prisoner of his only feeling that he couldn't do something. Some of it just seemed so beyond him that he would hold back. Even with his limitations though he reached a point of one ship per second. The remaining time was down to seventeen minutes.
They were doing it. Only a few battleships remained. All the smaller enemy vessels had been destroyed and he still had thirty-seven hundred starfighters in action. But then the other shoe dropped. He staggered as he felt his precognitive warning go off with a vengeance.
He shouted over both comlink and telepathy, “They’re here.”
Chapter 31- It Comes Down to Jay
Wave after wave of enemy ships just kept washing over them. The fighters dodged and weaved between them but there was simply no way to avoid all of the incoming weapon’s fire.
Jay ordered a retreat, but Eesa kept fighting and with her many of the squadrons. One of them argued, “We either win here or die back home.”
Jay put more force behind his command as he tried to impress his will upon them. “All starfighters withdraw. Provide support for the leviathan. We will be falling back there as soon as you have all made it out safely.”
The force of his pushed most of them away but Eesa kept her onslaught going. Her ship had more firepower than any ship out there and she took advantage of the fact that battleships didn’t expect her to be able to blast through their shields. She activated her subspace drive repeatedly as she shifted from normal space to subspace again and again, dodging around the enemy and then opening fire from point blank range.
He shouted telepathically at his other wives to retreat back to their ship, but once again they were ignoring him. He felt life signs from him team start disappearing. At first, he thought they were teleporting out but a second later, his senses told him that they weren’t reappearing back at the ship.
Within seconds the twenty-seven girls with him were down to nine. But then as they flew out, he understood. They had all performed perfect fusions in teams of three. They might now have five to seven minutes of greatly enhanced power depending on how much practice that particular trio had done.
Battleship after battleship started blowing up from the inside. They only had another thousand bombs, but they were working on disbursing them all. Each of the fused girls must have been pushing themselves to their max because in the first minute alone he saw some five hundred ships blow up.
Two minutes after the fusions had been formed, they were out of bombs and there were still thousands of new ships arriving every minute. That didn’t stop him. He was angry that they wouldn’t retreat but awed by the ferocity and tenacity of his wives. As that thought went through his head, he heard voices echoing in his head, “How could we be worthy of you if we were anything less.”
Combo powers galore were going off all around him. Phased blasts of fire, concussive blasts, necrotic beams that dissolved even metal. They weren’t holding back at all but going all out and spending more than twenty-million PSI per minute. Their time was limited so there was nothing to hold back.
Jay was caught up in it too, but most of his energy was being spent shielding the girls with PSI constructs. In their fused forms they could withstand even direct blasts but not many, certainly not from the big guns that were designed to shred planets. Even with their increases none of them had Jay’s evolved durability or his skills in the hundreds of thousands.
A stray blast finally clipped Eesa’s ship and ripped away more of than the nanium could repair. Its engines were taken, and it was a sitting duck. Jay time skipped to the damaged starfighter and placed his hand against it before teleporting with an entire ship across the distance to the hangar bay of the leviathan. He had expected such a massive teleportation to suck him dry of power, but it had cost less than a million PSI and he regenerated more than that every second.
So, a second later he was back in the fray. His girls had worked hell on the enemy. More than twenty-thousand ships had been destroyed in five minutes but now their fusions were starting to come to an end. He shouted again, “Back to the leviathan, we can use its guns for support. I will be right behind you.”
He was pleasantly surprised as they all blinked out in teleports back to the ship or the leviathan. He sent a message, “I have one last surprise for them and then I will be right there.”
Then he was zipping around the ships like he was superman. He maintained a PSI shield around himself as he flew, through the enemy armada’s taking stock of just what he faced. Every second he released devastating blasts of kinetic force that pierced the shields and were followed by molecular separating energy that disintegrated small sections of the enemy vessels. Each was then followed up with a combination
