Write about a terrorist attack occurs at 12 feet under.

Lightyears. That's what he said the conversion reading said how far we teleported. The reading was an enormous 12 feet under registered zero, then it went straight to the logarithm of the starclass formula, and our starship teleported. We arrived in the middle of a brawl. We sent our fighter-class starships to defend the station. The birds had no long-range travel ability, except when housed inside the mothership.

There were 13 starships to our eight-wing squad, but we had a tactical advantage. We had just appeared out of nowhere. We scanned the wreckage of the defending units and found three of our survivors. Then, we focused our sights on the starships. Three could be taken down instantaneously with a coordinated missile attack. Then, we would have to dogfight the others. They were slow frigates, and the calculations said we were favored in the battle. The rockets went out, and we flew around.

After the dogfights, a single frigate was attempting a long-range maneuver. We attempted to intercept the protocol they were using, to gain information about the enemy. We had 3 seconds left when the frigate disappeared.

“Damn, we missed the info-line,” Starla said.

“At least we get to keep all these missiles,” G'Josha said. I started scanning the wreckage. . .