Not a space battle, or epic, but it was funny nonetheless...
When I started playing Skyrim and was level 5 or so, I had a habit of saying "screw it" to the missions and just wandering around the map fighting bandits and whatnot.
I had the misfortune of wandering into an ancient dragon's nest and waking it up. After taking one hit of the flame breath, I turned and sprinted down the mountain and through a pass that happened to have a dragon priest hanging out in it.
With my helmet still on fire from the dragon, I took a flame blast from the dragon priest and kept running, slamming health and stamina potions as I ran down the hill. If you don't know the game, dragon priests are undead priests that are among the toughest single opponents in the game... and get annoyed very, very easily.
At the base of the hill I noticed a walled encampment so I ran up to it. As I approached, an orc told me to bugger off (they hate elves). So I picked the lock and ran inside. I mean, what could I do? The ancient dragon and the dragon priest were still chasing me, lighting me on fire.
Once inside the orcs started to attack me, too. Chugging my last potions, I ignored the orcs and found a barn to cower in. Crouching down, the dragon started to do strafing runs on the barn, hitting several dozen orcs in the process. Understandably annoyed, the orcs left the confines of their village to fight the dragon, running straight into the dragon priest.
The two big bad guys mopped up the entire orc village in about 30 seconds, with orc men, women, and children running around screaming and on fire, clearly outmatched. Of course the dragon and the priest and happened to hit each other in the process of volleying flames everywhere.
Then shit really started to go down.
After about 5 minutes of an epic battle between the ancient dragon and the dragon priest, an ice dragon flew overhead, who joined in on the fun. Now two dragons were fighting an undead priest, who proceeded to kick both their asses back to Sovngarde with his fire blasts.
The dragon priest then seemed to lose interest and started to wander back up the mountain to his home... his armour both covered in ice and smouldering at the same time. I figured I was safe, so I came out of hiding in the barn.
Every orc was dead or unconscious. Flaming cows, chickens, and dead bodies were everywhere, as were the two dead dragons. Not only had I accidentally wiped out a whole village of innocent orcs (who then hated me for the rest of the game and every orc I encountered attacked me on sight), but I got heap of treasure, absorbed two dragon souls, and levelled up in the process.
Talk about an ethical quandary.
I got over it after I left their naked bodies where they lay and sold off their stuff.
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. Your story would have done the same to me if I had been drinking coffee, though. I just couldn't get the image out of my mind of your character hauling carts and carts of loot from the devastated village.