In this reality two major factions still existed. The Kallum: A race that was the first to start space exploration according to any known records. And a group  of races that called themselves

The Kallum were not stupid and knew they could never break the Alliance ships line with long range confrontation as they had tried and failed many times. Shielding technology of the Alliance was unique that every ship could contribute in the making of a massive almost impenetrable barrier. So they lurched forward all engines roaring, fighters and bombers of each side scrambeling. The Alliance ships shot down many with precision blows and coordination. Mass driver turrets capable of bypassing the Kallum shielding would fire several rounds to the shield generator rooms after which missile frigates would unleash their fury, wreaking havoc across their hull setting the very air in fire. As the Kallum line advanced fighters met fighters above and below the torrent of fire. The enemy fired its inferior weaponry onto the great shield with minimal effect.

Commander Bloodmoon slammed his hand onto the tactical overlay. "Take the fight to the enemy." He said calmly and the ships massive engines marched onwards flanked by several super battleships.