Pholius Primus, barefoot in a loose fitting tunic and long trousers, stepped calmly from the airlock of the Queen Comet into the cold vacuum of space. Staring into the inky blackness of the void, he reached with an outstretched hand and called it to him. The darkness began to coalesce around him, slowly forming pauldrons, greaves, a cuirass, until Pholius was fully incased in midnight armor. From the glow of a distant star, Pholius created a shining blade, six feet long and sharp as light.
A short distance away Pholius’s opponent had created a set of plate and an axe from the orange light of the sun beyond. Behind him, like the one behind Pholius, was a massive battleship, the Supernova. Both ships were in rough shape, heavily scarred across their hulls by extensive laser blasts.
“Pholius.” The other knight nodded in greeting as he floated close, using his sorcery to transmit his words mentally. Space remained silent.
“Gallun.” Pholius returned the nod.
“Why have you called this parlay?” Gallun asked.
“You seem to have taken extensive damage.”
“And you have not?” Gallun glanced back and forth between the two ships. “It seems to me that our vessels are equal in their wounds.”
“And if we continue as we are, they will be equal piles of junk.”
“So, what do you propose?” Gallun asked warily.
“Should we fight this battle to its end, both of us will die, as even the victor’s ship will be too damaged to reach port. Even now that may be beyond our capabilities.”
“Get to the point, primus.”
“The two of us will fight. The victor will take the other’s crew captive and enough parts for a safe journey.”
“Why would I do that, when I can continue to pummel you with my cannons?”
“Are you listening? In the time it will take you, my crew can render you incapable of space travel.” Pholius raised his gaze to the bridge of the Supernova, where Gallun’s crew stood watching the discussion.
“Very well,” Gallun said. “Let us fight.” He roared, and his armor blazed bright. The light lanced towards Pholius’s eyes, but his black helm lowered a thin film across the visor for protection.
Gallun , expecting Pholius to be blinded, shot forward with his axe held high for a vicious blow. But eyes covered, Pholius saw only Gallun’s unprotected chest, and he thrust his blade at it. The strike failed to pierce Gallun’s blazing armor, but sent him spinning away.
Yelling telepathically, Gallun advanced again, this time holding his axe ahead in a low guard. As soon as he neared, Pholius danced forward with a flurry of strikes, his starlight blade flaring with Gallun’s axe as they collided.
From the bridge of the Queen Comet, Pholius’s crew watched nervously as the two knights filled the space between ships with their battle. Gallun, in his flaming armor, flew wildly around making wild sweeps with his axe, which trailed fire as it went. As a counterpoint, Pholius was nearly invisible in his black armor, so the crew had to look for his bright blade. He allowed Gallun to soar around him, keeping up a patient defense.
The two titans struggled back and forth until suddenly, almost imperceptibly, a mistake was made. Gallun over exaggerated an overhead swing, and Pholius had time to deliver a thrust to his hand. The axe flew from hand and slowly dissipated into embers. Unarmed and overmatched, Gallun could do nothing as Pholius stabbed him through the chest. His flaming armor flickered and faded, leaving his mortal body impaled on a blade of starlight.
Pholius pushed Gallun’s body from his sword and let the blade fade from existence. The silence of space was punctured only by his labored breathing.
Seeing the battle was won, the Queen Comet enabled their thrusters, moving to make its conquest of the Supernova. Pholius took his place in front of it, looking every inch the conqueror in his midnight armor with his battleship at his back.
The Supernova lowered its remaining shielding, ready to accept the victors. Gallun would have telepathically informed them of the duel’s stakes. The Queen Comet did away with her shields as well, and began extending a bridge to the other vessel’s airlock.
The bridge was only halfway across the intervening space when Pholius noticed something wrong. A nearly invisible sheen covered the Supernova. Her shields were back up! Gallun must have told his crew to attack whether he won or lost. Pholius tried to mentally shout to the officers in his bridge, but he was too late. The cannons on the Supernova blazed to life, and beams lanced through space into the unprotected side of the Queen Comet.
Pholiua felt a burst of hot pain and was sent hurtling backwards. Looking down as he spiraled through space, he saw that a laser had sheared through his armor. Cold was already seeping through the wound.
As the Queen Comet was torn apart above him, Pholius stared into dark space, and drew power from it. As he held the dark energy, he gazed back and forth between his ship and the hole in his armor. He only had so much power to use.
Should he use it to destroy the Supernova? Even if he did, his men would die a slow, stranded death–their ships was irreparably damaged. Turning away from the battle above, Pholius touched a black gauntlet to his broken side, and saved himself.