Far away, somewhere around the edge of the Solar System, the long-long battle was coming to an end. Many of the alliance's mother ships were injured and they lost more than half of the hunters and the chaser ships. General Ashgar was staring steadily at the three small planets approaching them, which were surrounded by scores of ships of the Draco fleet. These moons were the moving bases of the attackers. One of the three split in two during the decisive and fierce battle, leaving giant pieces of shatter floating around everywhere.
"Commander, what should we do? We cannot counter another attack!"
The tall man turned around and started talking to his mates around him, on a calm but steady voice.
"We lost the battle and if we get into further fights, we will all be killed for sure. Unfortunately, we lost the battle for Earth and we have to withdraw. But we cannot leave humanity alone on Earth. We have to save as many of them as we can because they are our galactic brothers and sisters too. We have to unite all our forces we have left the Earth and protect them until we can save as many of them as possible. Our one advantage is that our ships are faster, so until they arrive we can recover a little. The deaths of our brothers today were not pointless, we gained some time, for the people of Earth and we have to use this time. Every ship must relocate to coordinates close to Earth. The eviction of the planet starts now!"