Drow's first kill vs a Death Star

The early morning hum of the CDC was abrubtly broken by the screams of warning sirens Tuesday on planet Omicron Persei 8 . . .
Watchman: Emperor Gnoam, We have an attack inbound arrival time is 4 hours. It's a rather small fleet but there is one problem.
Gnoam: Small fleet? Big Deal warm up the planetary defenses and let me know the outcome . . . wait, what problem?
Watchman: You see Sir, there is a Death Star inbound with the fleet.
Gnaom: Very funny, Aprils Fools, nice one. Have this man executed, better yet Send him to join Immortal.
Watchman: Sir Please not Immortal! Execute me instead!! I swear this is no April Fools joke.
Gnaom: Very well send out a message to the alliance requesting assistance and break out the chapstick.
Watchman: Chapstick sir?
Gnaom: If we dont get some help we'll all be kissing our arses good bye.
The mesage was sent:
"A hostile fleet from Armegeddon from Planet Lake Powell [X:XX:X] is approaching Planet Omicron Persei 8 [X:XX:X]. Its mission is: Attack."
The Alliance scrabmled into action trying to figure out if they would be able to coordinate an ACS defend.

Meanwhile . . .
His Unholyness Mammon stumbled out of bed and wandered in his nakedness towards the CDC with a diet coke in one hand, cig hanging from his lip, and his sunglasses firmly planted on his face

Mammon: **fart**
CDC Officer: Your Unholyness, How are you doing this morning?
Mammon: To early to tell. Start launching probes find me some targets.
CDC Officer: Yes sir, We have already launched the probes, found you a lit of targets and launched 10 attacks. We were preparing to launch the final attack when we got this flash message from Emperor Gnoam.
Mammon: Gnoam? Whats he need?
CDC Officer: It would appear he's under attack and is requesting assistance.
Mammon: Ok OK, scrape together a few battleships and send them his way.
CDC Officer: Yes sir, but there is one issue . . . The attacking fleet consists of 23 light fighters, 24 heavy fighters, 2 cruisers, 57 battleships, 6 bombers, 9 battlecruisers and
Mammon: I get it fine send what we need to defended him and quit rambling
CDC Officer: and a Deathstar
Mammon: A WHAT?!?! . . . How far away is Gnoam's planet, Do we have the dueterium to get there, When does the attack land, Can we pull out a win and most important, Can we profit from this?
CDC Officer: He's in range 48 systems, we have the duet, 4 hours, yes, and we can profit if we launch the recyclers now, but we dont have enuff to grab the entire debris field, we are short by about 200.
Mammon: Set up a debris field; Launch the recyclers; And at the appropriate time send "the Fleet". Oh and make sure our ship procurement officer is on the espy probe that we use for the debris field, and tell his replacement to get me more recyclers

Gnoam was informed that the Fleet was launched. The Battle was won:

The cost to the alliance was minimal:

Profit was made:

The only unknown was the look of that on Armegeddon's face when he saw what happened when you attack a member of Drow. . . That poor bastard.
Recent intel has uncovered an image but the verification is yet to be confirmed

Article courtesy of Mammon