	Vice Admiral Ross Brahms swore violently.  He was never prone to such out bursts, but this was something he should have seen coming.  It was so elementary in its planning and execution that a ten year old playing computers games could have figured it out with half an effort.  Not only that, but it was one of the oldest tricks in the book, a decoy, plain and simple.

	"Any survivors?" the words seethed out from his lips.

	The young male lieutenant who was the poor soul to have seen the out burst was mildly shaken.  Not just from the nova like explosion from the fleet commanding officer, but he had friends on board the GTD Tarawa, good friends.

	"No sir.  Destruction was total."

	"How hard did we hit them?"

	"Two corvettes and an unknown number of fighters and bombers were destroyed.  We didn't even get a shot off on the Diablo."

	Brahms curse again, only considerably more quiet.  The Diablo was no ordinary Shivan warship and it was proving itself to be just that.  The standard Shivan battle tactic was to just simply overwhelm your opponent with numbers and shear ruthless aggression, but not this time.  This particular group of Shivans were thinkers, and that made them very dangerous.

	"Move the fleet off.  Give the Diablo some room to breath, I don't want to give it any reason to jump into the middle of any warship formation.  Keep a constant reconnaissance on it at all times."

	The lieutenant disappeared to relay the orders.

	*Damn it.  Damn it all to hell.  How am I going to destroy that ship?*