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Unread 30 Nov 2003, 03:11   #51
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Re: Onslaught: The Flight

Farle was relaxing in a grav-couch, passing the time by playing with a smaller version of the polytech cannon, modifying it for power, then changing it so it fired less powerfully but more faster.
He was beeped after he'd just finished installing yet another power cell into the bulky gun.

Captain, we have been ordered to undock and defend the motherships from attack. The base is about to be attacked.

"Damnit! These breaks are never long enough. Hmm, undock and follow the ships. Prepare to activate the plasma shield and the gravitonic emitters."

We have undocked, shield is ready, emitters are charging

*The Fallen Angel's quad fusion drives flared, then set back into their usual power as they moved the ship away from the station. On the hull, the repair drones activated their magnetic holding clamps as the ship accelerated, not wanting to be thrown off by the acceleration, as the ship stop accelerating, they deactivated the clamps and continued to repair the ships systems.

Farle walked to the bridge, he called up the holographic map, tapping into it the commands to locate the enemy and the friendlies.

"Computer, metaphasic and adaptive shields up. load all operational torpedo tubes and have every weapon we have ready to fire..... Oh, and charge the polytech cannon."

Sir? In its current state, I would not advise charging the cannon...

"Charge it, there are alot of ships out there and I don't want to wait for it to charge, even if it is damaged."

Ok sir, charging cannon, activating shields and loading/charging weapons

"Excellent, to battle, to battle..."
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Re: Onslaught: The Flight

“Sir, we’ve just had a communication from a rather small ship now approaching at extreme velocities. They’re offering to ‘compensate’ for our damaged topside cannon.” Says the communications officer, looking rather puzzled.

“They’re what??” Richard exclaims.

“They’re offering…”

“I heard, but still, what does that mean?”

“Not a clue, sir.”

“Well, hold this course, there’s nowhere else to go anyway.”

After a few minutes more cruising toward the incoming fleet the bridge is filled with the high pitch undulation of the proximity alarm moments before a twin thud rolls through the ship, knocking people to the ground and shaking a cup of coffee from the arm of Richard’s chair.

“Please tell me that wasn’t my head.” Rachel groans pulling herself back into her chair. “And someone switch off that damn noise!”

The tactical officer shuts the ‘damn noise’ down immediately and after a few moments of work comes back with an answer.

“That was our fast moving ship, it’s not registered in any of our databanks, type unknown, configuration seems a bit haphazard; it’s called ‘The Phoenix’ and it has landed on our secondary forward turret sir.”

“Well, that explains that I suppose.” Richard says with a bit of a smile. “Compensating indeed. Helm, change thrust vector to compensate for the new mass. Com, thank them for the assistance. Do we still have rotary control over that turret?”

“Yes sir.”

“Hang on,” says Rachel, “if it’s not in the registry, how do you know the name?”

“Um, someone just looked out a window, it’s printed on the hull in big letters.”

“Time to contact?” Richard interrupts before anyone can comment.

“Coming up fast sir, thirty seconds.”

“Helm, attack pattern delta seven.”

The port half of the Pegasus’ dives cut off and a rapid burst of manoeuvring thrusters sets her swinging. Before long the rest of her engines cut out, a constant jet from an array of attitude controls pushing her sideways towards the swarming craft. As one the turrets swing round to face into the cloud of incoming, the inoperative turret grinding round under the unaccustomed weight of the Phoenix on it’s back.

As the ship slides broadside towards the swarm her cannon open fire, their interleaved flak bursts setting up a wall of spinning metal and contact explosive grinding its way into the fleet like a concussive drill bit. Smaller ships in the cacophony of firepower seem to shatter almost immediately as the massed shrapnel tears through their hulls like a chainsaw through butter.
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Unread 30 Nov 2003, 05:14   #53
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Re: Onslaught: The Flight

The Kinarii class carrier pushes through the radiation with ease, sensors picking up the system of planets through the nebula with a bit of difficulty, a fleet of patrol ships blockade before the Nova IV, a comm message sent through, and a few times scanning the ship, and finally after a few awkward moments from the humans realizing the ship has no organic crew, they give permission to dock at the nearest spaceport, after a few second, the carriers engines burst to life and it starts towards the spaceport at the nearest planet.

As the ship begins docking, most of the port rumbles slightly and finally stops as the Nova IV docks, a visual text message is sent to the proper people for the ship to have some minor repairs

Within the dark catacombs of the ship, the darkness of the central command core brightens a bit, and slight movement in the light, two bright red dots appear, and lights flicker to life, the horrid picture of a man suspended by cords, wiring and tubes, the bottom half of his body and one arm, missing, and the rumbling of his voice booms through the ship

"Prepare greeting module Kappa Seven-n-n-n...teen"

A slight distortion in the voice and then it returns to normal

"Message the proper authority witht he following...'We are the Nova IV, program input to aid you in combat'...end message, prepare a list of other information required for their needs...fullfill this process..."

The rumbling stops, the semi-mechanical voice halts and the docking bay doors open, a tall, broad Android steps out into the lightly crowded port, some back away with caution, and others, further away, stare, the android then heads off in one of the corridors towards the main command deck.
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Re: Onslaught: The Flight

ooc- havent posted cuz of comp probs and why is so much of my stuff no worky?-ooc

makes his way back to the ship after receiving the briefing and arrives to find it back to its busy self

a man jogs up to Mc
all staitions at the ready repairs are complete and we are just waiting for you sir

exellent

walks across a ramp to the ship where the man departs to a different area of the ship, mc strides onto the bridge

alright evrybod listen up, were being sent off to protect some motherships that will be coming under attack lets get moving people!

the ship shudders and then gives a small lurch as it is released into space

mc: power up all weapons and prepair for fighters and small ships

weapons: aye aye

mc: helm, take the ship up to fifety percent thrust and hold

senscors: im picking up weapons fire the enemy has engaged the rest of the fleet

mc: weapons power the white beam cannons and open fire when ready

the ship hums a little lowder and two unbearably bright beams lance through space causing several fighters to crash into each other.

weapons: two hits sir, and several accidents

mc: hmhmhm lets give them some more fun things to dodge lets send some missles over to that group over there

points a an approaching formation

then the ship shakes as the missiles are launched from several bays at once they streak out from the ship leaving long slightly ionized vapor trails, then lock onto their seperate targets, the fighters spread formation and begin to jink but to no avail ther are many expolsions and the remaing fighters try to break off but the bays let loos another fatal volly
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Unread 30 Nov 2003, 08:48   #55
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Re: Onslaught: The Flight

A cargo hauler with its name narly visible with age, just making out the bname angel across its hull. HAnging behind the rest of the ships Geth'lath sits within the pilots seat with a grin of excitment.

"Time to bare our fangs id say, Sat power up im coming down"
Without another word rushes out of the ****pit faster than raging horses, quickly gtrabbing a hang flgith suit as he passes.

Within the hold of the Angel GAeth'lath pressing at a few butotn on a badle damnaged control, the doors creaks open and stop half way. Stairing at it dumfounded kicks it as lurches forward again. Within this aprt of the hold various large wepaons seme to litter the floor, modified to be held by monsterous looking size ahnds.
"Your late"
A low pithceds voice came from the darkly light corner, Gath'lath
grinning a litlle
"Some doors jammed on my way here"

Outside one hatches of the angel opens up into space, floating out at gnetle grace comes a large humoinad figure easily ther size of a small ship if not a little more. Sitting within the ****pit, his ahnds shakily gripping the round twiable controls, not out fear but excistment. These where only times life only seemed to eman anyhting now.
"Quite an imprissiive collection of ships lets move between them to bring us the the front line shall be"
Jerking forward the Titamium Angel crystal powered drive flares alive, bobbing between ships ans fighters with suprising ease and agilitry
"Dim the ligths and go to low wpoer mode now all we have to do is wait for the enemy"
Geth'lath now looking into folds of space, fiddling with his helmet he never did find it comftable to wear, the titamium angel hovering moitnless bewtween an assortment of other ships. The lgiths dying to nothing, only surging lines of energy illumiating the cramp ****pit
"Wont be long now I hope"
A low pitched gnetle vocie comes from all directions, Gethg'lath mearly shrugging.

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Unread 30 Nov 2003, 09:26   #56
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Re: Onslaught: The Flight

The Android returns through the crowds of people to the ports, and reboards the Nova IV, after a few moments the carrier bursts a few blasts of steam and gasses as it backs away from the port, the ship turns after a good distance, and it's engine burst to life.

Again the flickering lights show the suspended man in the large alcove, a few holographic screens before him, and again the semi-robotic voice booms out

"commands to be processed...reconfigure weapons to not cause chain reaction explosions in the radiated nebula...turn ship thirty degreees starboard and hyperjump to the battle of motherships, we are to aid in battle...prepare weapons and defence turrets, activate shields.....process!"

The voice then echos into nothingness, the ship, after a few seconds, turns starboard, the back engines burst with a bright red light as the hyperjump tube opens about thirteen kilometers before the ship, it's engines rumbles witha loud hum and then, in an instant, the ship disappears into the HJ tube.
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Re: Onslaught: The Flight

(the ships are outta the nebula right?..if not then Nova IV just goes full blast to the battle)
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/ooc There is no nebula, Io Cor. We're going escorting the Motherships to the nebula, not emerging from it. hope that helps.


Oh, and yes, I am a sick feck for writing all that above. so sue meh. :-p ooc/
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(...were not even -at- the nebula system yet?!?!...curses..that sucks..oh well..I'll just say that I was at the system that we all started at them...pitiful confusion)
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Re: Onslaught: The Flight

A large wormhole-ish type opening tears open in space, and seconds later, a large ships comes hurtling out, right near the battles, smaller objects then come swarming out of what seems like fighter bays, the turrets mounted around the ship all start to turn and fire at the nearest Swarm ship, fighter or heavier, the smaller ships that came from the larger, also start locking onto other swarm ships, blasting away, and having the same in return

The silence in the Command Processor Alcove seems eery, with allt eh explosions, firing, and flying on the outside, the suspended man remains where he is, and always will be, glancing over the holo projections, and silently mumbling things, his voice then rumbles out...

"remodulate the turrets fusion!...send out two SQDs of bombers to compensate for the larger ships!...reload the torpedos and fire at the largest of Swarm ships...process!"

The Carrier turns, up, down, left, right...avoiding large ships, allied and enemy, the particle cannons locking onto targets and obliterating most of them, the turrets crossfire would destroy any that got in the way, missiles and torpedoes flying about, destroying this and that, fighters totally obliviating what comes their way, and even then, the fighters are still dropping, not at a steady rate, but enough to concern the CCP.
The Anti-Matter cannons only firing every now and then, making the shots precise and only when thought a direct hit.

The Alcove before the flickering lighted one witht eh suspended man, also then, flickers to life slightly, another man, suspended the same way, cords, tubes, wires, the works, his eyes open, and the blue light shines out slightly, on the outer part of the ship, blue lights shien to life, and a few bays open up, swarms of slightly larger ships than that of the fighters come soaring out, and instantly, bright blue lights go either ahead or dropping below, and huge explosions on whatever they touch.
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Re: Onslaught: The Flight

The second man's voice booms out...

"Bombers...destroy larger ships, avoid Swarm fighters whenever possible...if needed, comm the nearest group of fighters for aid...process"

The man with red eyes, the first suspended man, glances up to the other, then back to the holo projection, his voice then booms out..

"Status report!.."

A slightly deeper, nearly entirely mechanical sounding, rumbles out...

"Loss of three Gohti`ell (bombers), seventeen Jinta (fighters) destroyed, major damage to enemy ships...awaiting further orders, if no other orders procesed, we will continue our current order process"

The first man nods slightly, and looks up to the second man

"process...spread bombers into four ships per squad..."

The Second mans bright blue eyes flicker as he answers..

"Processed..."
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Re: Onslaught: The Flight

“Bring the sensors up”
“Yes Si… Drake.”
“Thank you for remembering”

The crew on the bridge looks at the incoming force, its vast number, and its superior position. Grimly Drake stands to address his crew. An Air of solace drops over the room, each man awash with emotion, tensely waiting for their orders. Not wanting to disappoint his crew, Drake slowly walks around the railing, and clambers onto the heavy sealant hatch to the bridge. Scanning each mans face, and then returning to his officers, he sees realization, what looks like mental defeat. Drake slowly comes out with it.

“You know the odds men. But I hope you know what we fight for.”
A man, one of the twelve, who goes by the name J’zhe on the bridge, speaks:
“Money. What else.”

Drake jumps down from the hatch, and in three strides, is standing under his 6’5” frame, looking him in the face. His right fist flies out, taking the gunner in the chest, The Gunners eyes wide with shock, more than anything else. As the man recovers from the blow, Drake looks at him, and without breaking eye contact, mumbles something.

“No you fool. No. Cause and effect.”
Confidence returns to him now, his mind awash with principles and ideas. Speaking calmly, he continues his address to the crew. The men look surprised, some even shocked by what they just witnessed. Before carrying on, Drake offers J’zhe his hand, pulling him swiftly to his feet. Turning around now, the words flow into the vacuum-sealed room like water over rock.

“This war, this fight, its not ours. Not really. This war involves everybody, but did we choose to fight it? No. We did not. But we are stuck here. Stuck in this place.”
Each man takes in the words, remembering them.
“Ok, so it doesn’t look good. But what are we protecting. We are protecting hope. Hope for the entire of mankind. If that’s not something to be proud of, I don’t know what is. Those military types, the crew of the Pegasus for example. They are here on order, or near enough. We are by choice. We defend humanity by choice. And we will succeed.”

The deck erupts in 12 cries of agreement, and drake strides back to his seat, opening the console, and reading the display status. 85%. They still need more time. Looking at the gunner stations, Drake thinks. Suddenly, the pilot’s shouts attract his attention. He nods, and the pilot speaks.
“The Pegasus sir. Its brought us into range of the swarm. The entire swarm. And…”
The ship shakes violently, and the front viewscreen loses its prime view of the battlefield. The Pegasus must be turning…
With another shuddering movement from underneath this time, drake realizes what the good captain is planning and smiles. Checking the readout, 90%, Drake bellows an order.
“Load the Quad laser cannons! Full power.”
Turning to the sensor console, as The Pegasus’ Flak begins pouring into the masses of ships approaching at high speed, Drake feels his heart jump. Maybe it is possible after all.

“Laura! Press the small button underneath my armrest!”
She does as asked. Seconds later, a collection of monitors begin to lower and unfold around the captain’s chair. Beckoning her to sit, he explains.

“Point defense turrets. Had them fitted back when you were still a child. The sticks move and fire them, the monitors show locations, and do not miss. Anything that gets near either of our ships should be in range.”

Blowing her a kiss for luck, he rushes to the console opposite the gunners’ station. Pushing aside the calculus papers for the ships velocity around a sun, and wiping past the coffee stains, Drake finds the small control panel, hidden from view by a collection of wire panels. Hitting in the 8-digit code, the screen beeps and the panels infront of him begin to unfold. A large monitor lowers down, and the targeting matrixes for the Last stand laser flashes up. 98%. Walking over behind J’zhe, he pads him on the shoulder, and says;

“Ill take over here. Do your job, and Make sure you light up Broadway for us. Ok.”
“But Drake…”
“You are the best shot we have.”
“Thank you.”
“Now go!”

Grasping the laser cannon gun handles, the remote relays buzzing around him, he briefly familiarizes himself with the controls. Looking at ash, he shouts:
“You are in command lad. Don’t mess this up”
As the flak begins cutting through the first wave of smaller ships, Drake begins to squeeze the triggers, shots firing off into anything that passes inside the wall of destruction. As the Pegasus flies ever onward, the 3 working quad lasers attempt to pick holes in the ships that make it past the hail of death. Shot after bloody shot. Sweat drips down Drakes brow, as he hears Ash shout an order.

“Prepare the mines. A cluster charge please. Propel forward, past the hail of flak. The laser will detonate them”
Drake thinks to himself: Good move Son. Good move. Squeezing down on the triggers, Drake tries very hard not to miss. Swinging in from the outer edge of the carved path, A small hundred of ships pour past a defense turret. Panic strikes him, and he calls for a new objective.
“Those ships. Now!”
The gunners nod, 12 shots thud into the midst of the ships, the smaller fighters, Drake didn’t care for names. With the agility of a good pilot, they dodge May shots, diving the ships left and right, and into the flak more often than not. Contained but not destroyed. Rank fire begins as they close on his ship, The point defense guns tearing into them, and the quadlasers following. Drake sighs. Threat removed.
Suddenly, the hull vibrates, and a large clunking, loud, yet quickly dissipating passes through the ship. Overhead, the screen shows the mines disappearing into the midst of the swarm, yet no detonations…those pilots are good.

J’Zhe however has other ideas. The mines passing into the screens arch after 10 long seconds. Squeezing the trigger, the bridge lights begin to shake and fluctuate, the power dropping from them. Drake watches his monitor, a small crack of a smile breaking his lips. As the turbines in the lower hull begin to work, the plasma drive firing its contents into the guns main capacitor bridge. The beam slices at the end of the barrel in the shuttlebay, J’zhe makes a last minute correction, the large yellow light bubbling at the vacuum of space. Squeezing down further, Drake looks on, as the beam shoots from the barrel, and slices into the wall of flak, and pentrates deeply into the ranks of the ships. Catching a single mine of the cluster, They erupt into a yellow plume of explosion, ripping deeply into the ranks of the swarm, catching all ships regardless of size in a mix of laser and explosive shockwave. The beam dissipating slowly, Drake smiles, before repeatedly pulling the trigger…
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Sharply opening his closed eyes, Geth'lath face somber and serious. Yanking back at the controls, then forward again. Reaching up with his right arm to flick a switchy, a hiss and whire can be heard throguhout the small ****pit.
"Have the lasers circle us in an orbit, two per covnering both horizontal, vertical and digonal axis's"
The back of Titamm angel seem to hiss slight as four spiked pods start to orbit it, a large staff suddenly appering in the mecha's hands.
"You realise that the number we are facing dont give us much chance of surving"
Glancing down to a screen mounted on ****pit ceiling a glare in his eyes
"I do have eyes adn depsire my inabilty to see certain colours I can see the radar, and never try to tell me the odds. Live or die either way I make sure to drag as many of them down with me"
Only sound a frustred whire.
"Get ready for qouck burst we tightly packed in so I need extra power on propulsion, ill et you handle the lasers dont let anyhting unwated get close"

Gripping the staff within one large metal hands, a posture that of one about to lounge fprward almost to bring it about in a massive heavy swing. Geth'lath eyes burning with an unyeilding desires to reap death this day, bitting his jaw tightly close out of spite. Lettng his dark sde go out for a walk today.
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Drifting through the void of space, both the crimson red ship and the Imperial Dreadnaught had at first been moving to intercept the forces of the Swarm, heading towards the station from the now already destroyed sensor station.

Unaware of the status aboard the RSAD, not knowing how the ship operated, Fluffie did see how things were working inside his own. A large number of repair teams were still busy repairing the ship's weaponry, hauling around spare parts, which they had gotten from the shipyards, and their tool boxes. The already functional weapons had been brought to combat-readiness; their gunnery crews readying their targetting computers and other required equipment.

Just beginning to make their distance from the station, the news about the Motherships was broadcasted. Keeping a small curse under his breath, Fluffie turned to look at the helm section of his bridge.

"Turn us about, now!"

The crew obeyed their orders, the ship beginning to turn about - of course being mindful about their friend 'sailing' next to them. Not looking at the droid this time, Fluffie simply spoke while bending over a computer station, bringing up a quick overview of the area - showing what was going on.

"Red Sky - my Dreadnaught is breaking off to go and aid the Motherships, I'm assuming you will be doing the same. My fighters will not be able to go on offensive attack runs as I need them to cover my still weakened starboard side. I do, however, intend to plow into the Swa..."

"Holy shit!"

An outcry, which might at first seemed to have interrupted Fluffie, but which in reality just followed as the Admiral saw by his own eyes on the sensor screen that the station had launched some kind of massive, massive attack. Remaining silent as he watched the blip go over his sensor screen, it plowed right into the third task force, not just taking a number of vessels in the front out. No, it more like plowed right into the filthy creatures, opening up a path for the Motherships to go through.

Looking up and about to orders his helm to set course for the gap, his captain had already -with a slightly raised voice- given the order. Smiling, Fluffie looked at him.

"Well done Captain. Have our Quad Lasers ready to pick off anything that comes to close, launch our TIE fighters to cover our starboard side as we approach the danger zone. We'll see what we'll attack with our guns when we get closer."

The Captain nodded and quickly walked off, handing out the necessary orders. The Admiral turned to look at the droid again.

"It seems we, or at least I, have my work cut out for me. My ship is going to get in there and keep the gap open for as long as we can. Hope to see you there."

Fluffie turned away from the droid. The Captain returned, going to stand next to him. They stood in silence, as the next few moments were filled only with the ship pushing itself through the black void, towards the battle, as fast as it could. Both men watched the combat come closer and both saw the insanity of it. The Swarm - per usual - was with numbers, great numbers and again they did not seem to care for their own losses, the only thing that seemed to worry them was completing their objective.

An objective, that if Fluffie could help it, would not be completed this time. Knowing he was not alone as the entire fighter force of the station was present, along with other vessels that had come to aid the Motherships in their journey, he kept hope. Hope for surival, hope for victory... hope for the revival of the Empire.


Suddenly, a voice called out, originating from the sensor department.

"We are approaching the Swarm... Less than two minutes."

The ship slowed down again, restoring all power back to its shields and weapons from the drives. The TIE fighters launched, taking up escort positions on the starboard side of the Thunderer, ready to break off and engage any threat that would come. Gunnery crews finished their final preperations, now either waiting for an order or a target to come close...

"Incoming! Fighters from both port and starboard..."

"TIE fighters are breaking off and intercepting."

The port side opened up, lighting up space with laser fire and taking down the fighters before they could get too close to open up on their own". A short distance away, the TIEs were using their great speed and agility to get behind the fighters and then finishing them. The pilots had encountered the Swarm before and knew how to handle them, this small attack force was just their warming up, it would be later in the battle that they would have to push themselves to the limit.

"Enemy vessel... Correction, two enemy vessels approaching from above."

Reacting upon the report from the sensor people, the Captain was about to issue the order to turn about and open up with the forward weaponry, when the reporting sensor officer continued.

"They are breaking up... One seems to be trying to get behind us, sir."

Fluffie smiled, putting a hand on the Captain's shoulder to keep him silent.

"Helm, get out front facing the first one. Gunnery, all forward weapons lock on to that vessel and open up."

The Thunderer turned about, now heading straight on for the first Guardian (I'm just picking a random one here). The Guardian opened up fire - weapons' fire slamming into the forward shields of the Dreadnaught, but not doing any real or serious damage yet. Returning fire, all forward laser cannons and turbolaser batteries opened up and, unlike the Guardian, they did not silence after a first volley. They kept barraging the ship, quickly tearing through all its defences and then ripping it apart.

As soon as the first ship was taken out of action, the second foe had been able to engage the Dreadnaughts rear. Learning from its now fallen comrade, it kept firing as well. Reacting to the threat quickly, the Thunderer opened up with all its rear lasers and turbolasers. Beginning to turn about with the intention of getting its weakened rear away and a full strenght port side facing the Guardian, the rear weaponry kept firing for as long as it could. The turn didn't take too long and not much later, all lasers and quad lasers on the port side opened up, finishing the Guardian off.

"Nearing the wedge Admiral, the Motherships are not far away."

"Good. Captain, take us further into this battle."

"Yes, Admiral."
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Seconds pass of fighting, and sensors flicker on the holo projection before the the first suspended man, a picture of a gap for the motherships escape flickering on the holo, and then disappears after a slight rumble and shaking of the ship, the second suspended mans voice bellows forth....

"REPORT!..."

And instantly the low voice returns...

"Shields have been brought down...minimal damage..holo projections in sections fourteen and eighteen, including CPC (Command Processing Core)...repairs being processed..."

The second man then looks to the first

"This is news indeed....contact the counsel when holo's are up again I suggest..."

"Agreed!"

The battling outside the ship continues, fighters and bombers swarming out, here and there, explosions and collisions everywhere as if it were flak from a field of turrets...
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Pushing through the cloud of ships,the Nova IV soars towards the gap, wepons aiming all around until they reach the gap, then they'll help to open the gap further, the engines bursting out red light, and every now and then, a ship or two will incinerate by crossing by, or in it


"Open a comm link with the allied ships...send message...'By command of Daelur, we, The Nova IV, have been sent to aid you in ba-a-attle'...end tr-r-ransmission"

Again the distortion in the voice of the first man, and then a few lights pop up inside the alcove, showing to the Command Processor, the first man, that the process was being done
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"Get us underway damnit! We can't afford to waste any more time. Get those Cobras in space immediately."

*Outside the vessel, the tube connecting the ship to the station detached with a clunk and a hiss of escaping gas. Before the Striker was away from the dock, her four hangar doors whirred mechanically open and the four Cobra XIIIs screamed out at what could easily be described as an unhealthy speed. The blue glow of the ABC drives left a pleasant trail behind them as they swooped into flanking positions. The Manta-class heavy cruiser gracefully headed out towards the rest of the rag tag fleet, using the supieror sublight speed for her class to her advantage.*

"Alright people, let's take it to them. Gunners to your stations. Depressurise the outer compartments, and bring all systems to 100%."

"Aye sir."

*Donovan looked grimly at the holographic display that showed the battle outside. It didn't look good, but they would do their best, they all would. To the last man. He pointed at a small hotspot in the nearby fighting.*

"Here, move us in to support the Red Sky at Dawn and the Thunderer, have fighters take out anything of corvette size or smaller. Find me the biggest nearby enemy vessel and ready the ship for an attack run. Bring the torpedoes online. We're gonna give these bastards some explosions to remember us by."
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Rear Admiral Hoste pulled himself up off the deck, blinking furiously. Wiping the back of his hand across his forehead, he saw it covered with blood. Grunting, he looked at the tatical monitor, and saw task force 3 apparently regrouping. Pulling the outer edges of itself inwards, he saw them trying to enclose the fighter wave he had sent in. On the one side, it withdrew their efforts from the motherships, now only 15 minutes away from the hyper-slipstream gate. As he watched however, the mass reformed itself, giving itself two legs, one of which stretched towards the gate and the other behind the last mothership.

Hoste: "Status people, where do we stand?"

Tatical: "Sir, we have sustained heavy damage. Outer docks 2 and 7 are gone, 3,4 and 5 report boarders."

Hoste: "And ourselves?"

Engineering: "Shields are heavily damaged, they are on the verge of collapse, we have several leeches on it, more than we are able to pick off."

Tatical: "Sir, the MAC cannon has been reloaded and recharged... holy shit........ we have boarders!!"

Hoste: "Stick to it, target the closest "arm" of task force 3, and fire the cannon."

Tatical: "Aye sir, ordering ships to move out..... locking on..... FIRING!!"

The station buckled again violently as the 25 meter projectile was fired, wrapping itself in a plasma field and launching itself at .95C. The ball streaked towards the arm.

Tatical: "Oh crap, wormhole signature, some fool just ported into the battle!! He's right in the path of the projectile, it's to late...."

The MAC projectile, adhearing to some of the basic laws of physics, tore into the unfortunate ship, literally vaproizing it before continuing on to tear through the rest of the arm, shattering it as ships tried to dodge the projectile and debris and each other.

Hoste looked down, then looked back up at the Tatical office.

Hoste: "What FOOL ported right into a battle outside of the specified lanes."

Tatical: "Some ship... under the command of Io Cor. Apparently he was trying to arrive here to assist."

Hoste: "Well, the ****er just learned his lesson. To bad there is not a next time."

Hoste grabbed the console as the station shook violently under a massive plasma barrage. Panels exploded, conduits overloaded and threw a massive amount of sparks, then shattering sending debris all over. One unfortunate ensign who was to near was torn in half, falling to the ground in rather messy and bloody segments.

Hoste: "Deploy all security forces, use the interceptor cannons, try to keep them off us as long as possible. Use the long range phasers to pick off any of the ships that seem to be harrasing the motherships."

Tatical: "Sir, we need those cannons for our own defence."

Hoste: "Son, we have lost this battle the moment those buggers jumped in. Our new mission is to preserve our way of life, and to do that we need to protect those motherships. Target the ships harrasing the motherships and take them out."

TIME TO MISSION COMPLETION: 4 DM POSTS

Fleet Admiral Bakan: "Okay people, some fool named Io Cor just jumped into the middle of this firefight and was vaporized. However we have another problem, a wave of Swarm ships is massing in front of the hyper-slipstream gate. We have to clear them by any means necesary."

Task Force Three
Coralskipper - 2,846
CoralDevtator - 502
Multalist - 19,357
Guardian - 4,147
Devourer - 841
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*flapjack looked at his tactical officer and grinned slightly as 1 of the phasers raked another grouped of mutalisks, vaporising whatever parts got into the beam*

me: okay, tactical, you heard the admiral, he wants that hyper-slipstream gate cleared, pronto

tactical: sir, even with all our phaser banks we'll never be able to kill that many strike-craft in this little time

me: i wasn't talking about the phasers, remember those photons i told you to save

tactical: hmm, let me guess, timed detonation, set them to detonate in the middle of the ships trying to block the hyper-slipstream gate

me: right, now get to it.

tactical: already done sir, firing photons

operations: minor damage to the shields, shields at 90%, no internal damages

*on the viewscreen the phasers fire again, this time 1 of the phaser beams smasses into a devourer, some sort of green liquid spilling out while it begins to tumble around and drift untill it is hit by a phaser hit from the station and vaporised. A few moments later the photon torpedoes start firing, the blue pulsing objects flying straight through most of the swarm and detonating at preset locations, the shockwaves easily destroying any strikecraft caught near the blast while damaging the larger ships, 1 launches every 5 seconds and detonates, each having the same effect in a slightly different location*

me: perfect, this should help a lot, comms tell the rest of the fleet to stay clear of the blast zone, we don't want them hurt. And helm, evasive maneuvers, dodge those things before they breach our shields

comms: signal sent sir, informing the rest of the fleet about what we're doing and asking them to do the same if they can

helm: aye sir, time to fly like a nutcase
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Re: Onslaught: The Flight

Bringing about his taff with a heavy lunge, sending a the enemy ships into pulping shattered amssses, again and again the staff strike it target with unatural precsion.
"Hows the powqer looking"
Geth'lath short of breath, barking order no time to spare right now.
"We got a good hour left at rate w are suing it, although we down to three lasers, one been to damaged and returned to its base."
For ocen Sat respocned with a compele absence of emotion
"Dont bother repairng it then it take to long switch the rmeing ones aptern to tighter formation"

The titanium angel dodging in and out of gaurdians, multalsit and dveours alike, swing about his staff gripped tightly between two hands now. Fling through frictonless space with ease.
"Switch to the sword, ill just have to be more rpecise with my swings now"
The long slender saff shimmer oddly before either end chnages shape to large blades, making the mecha more ominous looking now, tightly gripping the wepon at the center qoucly turns on the spot, the blades slcing into carcess of a devour, sendign a spray of blood flaot out in large blobs. Another slash down slcing the creature cleanly in two, beofre the titamum angel brigns itself about. The three remaing laser flaoting about it in a widly flurry sending four second short, cutting into skins of enemy ships randomly, intercepting any incoming missles.

Possesd by somthing great than himself, somthing so freighning Geth'lath coud not help but recoil inf ear insde himself, what was he now? a berserker upon the feild of abttle. Dirven by single aim to anihhilate all who oppse him. A feeling of almsot being detached from ones body somthing automtic taking over. A suddne voice shannpijg him back to focus
"Missles incoming"
The warning coming to late as titanium Angel seem shudder at the impact, Geth'lath kncoking his head backwards a sharp pain iridng down his back.
"ugh whats the damage like"
Grumbeing his vocie splintered with confusion and a painfull groan
"Minor excpet it damaged the right arm, it wont be as easy to move now and we lost about ten percente of out power being diverted to repairs"

Grinding his teeth sending his fist flying forwra into his montior, as it only seem to knock his wrist back. Causing Geth'lath to craddle it for few seconds
"Cant be helped we advance regardless"
A blazing fury burng within his eye's

The humanoid mecha moving with even greater deterination cutting into hulls of a group of multalist's taking one in hlaf with a swingle sweep, the otehr clipped aong its side before being cut to chreds by the lasers. Bringing about the Titanium Angel to face of a devourer as it spits some vile substance, narrowly mising it with quick thrust of the crystals. Bring one end of the sword up underneath it, stabbing deep within the odd peculiar ship, driving the blade in deeper still yanking it out hard. Parriyng as a gaurdian just slips past to quickly bring the iother end about with spin on the spot, sneidng the front of devour into mass blood and pulp.

Geth'lath turing his attetnion to the passing guardian, speeding forward landing hard agsint its organic hull. gripping the sword one hadned holding onto waving tenctale of the creature, with a rageing slash then bring the blade about, swinging back and froht like a madman cutting ribbons into its skin as if it where nothing.

Geth'lath sweating from his exusrion his arms falying back and forth widly as he lsahes at the gaurdian, after only few second the creature seem to bukly heavly on its wounded side. Not wavering for asecond contuing untill its skin lies teared and ripped open with slash marks, just floating on its side naerly ahlf of it carved away skinned like a halpess rabbit.

The titaium Angel shudders again a laser blast hitting his back hard from somwhere, grumbling silenty to himself ignoring someone bad shot. There where plenty of ships to take his frustration out on, ducking udner the covered of a corvette skidding along its hull purpsly to shoot of from its rear ambushing group of devourers. The lasers shooting into some sending them buckling helplessly, followed by a finshing blow from the staff once more, ring about the flat ended wepon to crush into the hull of another. A large blooded dent appering followed a fast series of blows finshign it off.

Gath'lath breathing starting to steady grining wuidly with pleasure
"Ive been to complacent in my ways and grown fat and merry in my ways, hah this will get me into shape no time"
A jerk of his feet at some pedals casues a tituam angel to spin comeply around raisng the staff to strike at a Multalist behind him with heavy fast blow.
"That was close"
Sat wineed if he had a face you would see him frown
"Not to worry ive got it all in hand, you just keep those guns firing"
A wild grin now upon his face the exstasy of abttle flwoing freely through his veins
"Im bring them in for reachre they short on energy, wont be long"
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"Whatever you have to do"
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*Farle watched the red dots moving around, he watched as ships fired into the mass, some getting hit by returned fire.

"Interesting battle."

*He watched as Io Cor, the Idiot who someone gave a ship getting blown to pieces by the MAC cannon, he pointed and laughed.

"Oh yeah! Nice hit!"

Sir, swarm is approaching.

"Oh yeah, the swarm, hmm. Load all torpedo tubes with...err... high intensity flash torp's and fire a spread. Once that's out, lock Ion cannons onto the nearest ship and melt it."

Affirmative sir

*The Angel shook slightly as the torpedo's left the tubes and flew toward the swarm. They closed the distance quickly, engines throbbing, they exploded with a bright flash and wiped a good section of the swarm out. The Ion cannons fired too, burning up one ship, then moving on to the next.

"Ah, wonderful."

Fire solution is 78% and rising. Effectiveness of fire is 80%. Both percentages are climbing

"Hmm, lets give them a surprise, load a turret and fire it into the swarm. Have it overpower its weaponry and take out as many as it can. Then overload the reactor and blow it when they take it over."

Aye sir, turret loading......loaded. Firing turret.....Turret away.

*The square turret, designation X-97426, flew through space at a hefty speed, its internal computer came online and started to pick targets. Being a relatively intelligent machine, but very old, it started to report targets and infomation to itself.

Turret: "Ion cannons charged. Targeting 6 enemy ships. Turrets firing."

*The turret lit up as the ion cannons belted out a line of power, it connected with an enemy ship and bored into its hull, melting it into slag. Another cannon lit up, targeting a different ship, which too exploded.

Turret: "Ion cannon 4 is recharging, tasking Ion 3 to compensate, Ion 1 is recharging, Ion 2 compensating. Shield is under fire, currently at 62%. Ion 1 is charged, firing."

*The enemy ships fired heavy, the shield flexing under the sheer weight of firepower on it. It being an old design, it started to get small holes in it, not big enough to let even a small ship through, but big enough for one shot to hit the turret proper, which, like all lucky shots do, hit it.
It slid passed the shields and slammed directly into the computing section, the damage was not critical, but the computer's circuits, specifically sanity circuits, where fused together.

Turret: "Ion 3 recharging, tasking Ion 4 to compensate. Oww, damage to computing core, sanity offline, computing error, Ion cannon firing command is locked, all turrets firing, power core is straining, shielding is at 10%, close to failure point. I don't want to die."

*The turret's ion cannons seemed to glow even more as they started to overload, the alloy surrounding them starting to melt as they continued to fire. They cut great numbers down, the beams becoming wider as the magnetic focusing turned to slag. The turrets shields went offline and great swarms started toward the turret proper.

Turret: "Shield failed. Ion cannons overloading, ship systems becoming unstable. Alert. Activating self-destruct sequence....aborted. Override in place. Today is not a good day to die."

*The turret seemed to pull power from somewhere, the shield suddenly snapping back into place in a vain attempt to hold the swarm back. The Ion cannons, already heavily damaged and getting worse. Picked off the swarm members that had gotten through the shield. Then turned to the rest of them, the firing never stopped as the temperature of the cannons reached critical. Then Ion cannon 1 ceased firing, its ability to fire gone, it was ejected into the swarm, then the plasma cells overloaded and exploded. A small explosion that took out one fighter.

Turret: "Ion cannon 1 gone, situation grim, options?"
Turret: "None, none, none, none, none, none...."


Back at the Angel...


"Look at that turret go! That's got to be a record or something."

Sir, the shield on the turret is failing, one of the ion cannons is gone, it is going to fall

"Hmm. That is an Ai onboard, correct?"

Base level Ai, yes.

"Hmm. Activate manual control...."



Turret: "Ion cannon 3 is critical, shield is failing. No options. Fight fight fight, now all the fight is gone....sensors report incoming, target incoming ship....denyed, target is friendly. It is the Angel, it is within teleportation range....signal us to return. I will not die!"

*The turret fired its last, then its cannons ceased fire and its shields went offline. The swarm piled into the open space, just as they approched the turret, it dissppeared.

Turret is in our docking bay.

"Good, get the Ai into a droid and lets have a word with him in a minute, bring us about and lets get back to business."

Aye sir.
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The Pegasus tunnels her way into the heart of the swarm, the continuous barrage clearing her a path through the massed fighter craft. Ranging out in front of the flak field several isolated mine explosions and the ravaging beam of a laser tear holes in what little of the original formation remains as the fleet is turned into a rather disorganised collection of spacecraft.

Soon however the Pegasus’ seemingly unstoppable charge begins to run into problems. The ships on the edge of the tunnel being left behind her start to take notice of this rampaging behemoth in their midst and close up in her wake. The smaller, nimbler Coralskippers dart rapidly through the drifting wreckage of ships caught on the edge of the blast zone. Following them is a squadron of twenty CoralDevtators, diving into the debris field at a ostensibly suicidal pace.

As the larger ships hit the edge of the field myriad gravitational spikes flock around the front of the formation. Each black hole flickers into existence for mere seconds, but the combined force cumulates into a swirling vortex of artificial mass, hurling the bulk of the wreckage out of the squadron’s path. As the ships roar down the corridor it becomes clear that not everything had been removed, the hulls reverberating with the steady drum of debris being shattered against the capital ships’ armour.

As the vacuum of space fills with ominous musical overtones the medley of ships roars towards the Pegasus’ unguarded side as the ship continues blasting her sideways path through the fleet. On the bridge the computer flags up this new threat and starts shouting at the tactical officer to do something about it.

“Sir,” he starts, “ we have incoming from our port side, and it’s coming in fast.”

“Screen, reverse view; let’s see them.”

The scene on the front wall of the bridge spins round, away from the constant explosions as ship after ship annihilates itself in the bombardment, and centres on the billowing plasma trails of the fast approaching CoralDevtators. As the view stretches out from the wall into full 3D a plan begins to take shape.

“Target one torpedo,” Rachel calls out, rapidly doing the arithmetic in her head, bearing two eight zero mark one seven. Fire.”

The computer shows no targets along that bearing, but over the years the crew have come to trust their first officer’s instincts so away the torpedo flies. Igniting shortly after it has been launched it proceeds to do a hard left turn into the debris field. The projectile leaves a glowing trail of plasma behind as it accelerates, the incandescent plume masked from the approaching ships by the already brilliant rippling light of the explosions beyond.

After several seconds of flight the first stage engine cuts out, the six smaller missiles of the second stage thrusting themselves out under even higher accelerations just before the first stage uses the last of it’s fuel supply to self detonate. Onward the six proceed into the field, scanning for a target but finding none in the range of their limited sensor arrays and without any input from the ship, they proceed ahead in a spiralling ring.

Inside a couple of seconds the missiles all impact on a large mass of inert debris to one side of the tunnel; the broken husk of a Devourer. The individual warheads of the torpedoes have far too little power to cause much damage to even the already derelict ship, but they do have the power to do what is expected of them. As the missiles expend themselves against the drifting hulk the combined detonations push it out into the corridor.

At the speed the incoming vessels are moving their vortex of gravity has eased it’s way forward to allow the debris time to move before the ships arrive. The high velocities combined with the sort of invulnerability complex imposed by having a black hole for a snowplough has also indebted the ships with the reaction time of an inebriated sloth. As such the first indication that the ships have noticed the Pegasus’ reaction to their approach is when the first one ploughs straight into the side of the derelict.

Within seconds the tumbling collision has enveloped half the ships, and with the vortex collapsing the rest of them sail directly into the debris field, tearing themselves to shreds on the massed wreckage. As their broken shells mingle with the rest of the debris the Coralskimmers ranging in front of them close to firing range of the Pegasus.

“Well that worked nicely Rach’,” Richard says, “Got any suggestions for the small ones?”

“Not as yet.”

“Damn.” He curses, dropping back into his seat. “Port field up, lets see if we can keep them off us until we clear the other side of this rabble.”
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The Red Sky At Dawn observed the battlefield through his sensors. Below him was the mighty Thunderer, surging forward toward the motherships, being harried by the smaller enemy vessels. Behind them was the main body of the parasite swarm, a teeming wall of ships heading straight for the Billiger, the mass of Federation fighters cutting a bloody swathe through the center of their formation doing little to stem or slow their steady advance. The situation was looking more and more hopeless by the second, the Red Sky considered, taking in almost the entire battle at once through his sensors. But no, a large energy spike from the shipyard. No Dachi quickly identified the cause of this rush as the Mass Accelerator Cannon preparing to fire again, right at the tendril of the enemy fleet that was circling around toward the station's main body. As the Red Sky concentrated its sensors on the front of the enemy column to get as detailed an impression as possible of the carnage, the ship suddenly saw another vessel exit warpspace right in the center of the gigantic projectile's path. Before even the rapid mind of the warship could act, the mysterious vessel was gone; vanished in the blink of an eye, to use the human expression. The old warship offered a silent elergy to the lost ship and its crew, all simply other unfortunate casualties of the random element of war. Presently, No Dachi decided that he and the Thunderer had waded quietly through the edge of the fighting for long enough. Putting his advanced drives to full power, the ancient ship accelerates forward at an incredible rate, sending off a quick communicé to the Admiral aboard his Dreadnaught as he does so.

"Admial, this is the Red Sky At Dawn. I plan to interpose myself between the enemy ships raiding the Motherships and the rest of the enemy fleet to stop them being reinforced, and from there attack the raiders from behind. I suggest that you cover my back and then follow through, though this is your perogative, naturally." Said the ship to the Admiral, already streaking ahead into the distance in a blaze of bright white light from the small and unobstrusive exhaust ports of its drives. Even as he composed the message, the Red Sky was firing his opening shots. Ensuring that all of his light mass drivers were running hot and ready to fire, No Dachi fired off missile pods 4 and 3, then 5 and 6, all at the swarm of Mutalisks directly ahead of them, all loaded with cluster missiles. Missiles 4 hit first, spiralling toward the nearest mutalisk, shattering into five small missiles just before impact and then scattering, each smaller missile aquiring a new target. The first Mutalisk is blown into oblivion before it can react, and the nearest four soon thereafter. The Red Sky At Dawn watched the bright pinprick explosions with immense satisfaction as he himself followed the remaining missiles in their erratic, curving manner. He had now earned the attention of a large swarm group of Mutalisks, numbering around thirty in total, which were screeching upwards to meet him. Missiles 3, 5 and 6 slam into the advancing creatures in a cloud of gore, shrapnel and rended carapace. From the foul cloud of debris emerge 18 of the creatures, three severaly wounded from the missiles. As the distance between the warship and its prey closed even further, the beasts opened fire. The Red Sky At Dawn's hull sensors registered multiple hits as the Mutalisks' odd biological ammunition bounced off the ship's armour, some of them causing deep indents. The repair drones, not sensing a hull breach, remained motionless and lying flat on their parent vessel's hull. No Dachi knew that they'd be needed before the end of the battle; his gently curving hull had deflected the solid projectiles from the Mutalisks easily, but would not perform as well against missiles or energy weapons. Bearing down directly on the Mutalisk swarm, the Red Sky was able to bring almost all of its guns to bear, and at medium range opened fire. The last thing that eight Mutalisks saw were a pair of brilliant white energy bolts coursing toward them, mere seconds before they were incinerated completely in the intense heat of No Dachi's Heavy Laser Cannons. The remaining 10 coursed onwards and upwards, showing no intent of self-preservation as they raced to meet the enemy. With the distance between them down to a very short gap indeed (in terms of space), the Red Sky launched its gun drones. Without warning, three of the floating gun platforms burst from each of the ship's drone launching tubes and formed a dome around the front of their parent vessel. Looking like floating frisbees with light laser cannons attached to their undersides, No Dachi had found that the drones made good cannon fodder and were useful for destroying small enemies that did not warrant the attention of his larger main batteries. Smugly, the Red Sky watched as the drones bought their guns to bear, opening fire in a flurry of laser bolts as the massive ship smashed right through the center of the ten remaining Mutalisks. Two of them were dead instantly as the massive warship struck them at tremendous speed, and four more were killed by the ruthlessly efficient gun drones. The remaining two wheeled around the fire at the rear of the retreating Federation-allied vessel just as No Dachi's two rear-positioned light mass drivers got a bead on their targets and opened fire. The final two Mutalisks both exploded as a bolt of solid metal smashed into each of them. Through his quick manouevre (all of the above having taken around six seconds), No Dachi now found himself twisting through the centre of the main mass of raiders attacking the mothership. Tracking fast and efficiently, the light mass drivers' accurate stream of fire keeps the smaller enemy ships at a distance, though none of them are destroyed. No Dachi has his eyes on larger targets.

Bobbing downwards below a friendly frigate, No Dachi rises and strikes his former course once more, moving toward the distant Devourer at incredible speed. Missile pods 3, 4, 5 and 6 were still reloading and he was taking light fire from some Corralskippers that dogged him stubbornly through the melee. No Dachi payed them very little heed, for missile pod 1 was still loaded, with an anti capital ship missile, and the Devourer was its recipient. In a fraction of a second, No Dachi's sensor array paints the massive enemy ship as a target before he launches the missile. It streaks through the pod that contains it, arching slowly upwards, spiralling passed and around friendly and enemy ships alike as it begins to take a downward curve. No Dachi briefly turns his full attention to the rear light mass drivers, sending out a stream of devastating fire that destroys one corralskipper outright and cripples another. At this point the warship senses that the two rear guns are in serious danger of overheating. Uncued by their parent, two repair drones pushed off from the ship's outer hull and slowed themselves down ever so slightly so that they fell backwards to the two guns. Accelerating forward again, one drone went to each gun, the two set to work. Tearing out the coolant canister for its gun, Repair Drone R-A#34 inserted a second, fresh one and discarded the first, paying it no heed as it spiralled away into the distance. Over on the left of their parent ship, the other drone finishes the procedure moments before accurate fire from one of the pursueing corralskippers blows it away. The remaining repair drone pushed off again and streaked back toward its hull-down position, lying flat once more, as the light mass drivers opened up against behind it. Meanwhile, No Dachi was concentrating on the Devourer. In an instant, the anti-ship missile has struck the huge creature from above, its force and fast spin carrying it drilling downwards through carapace and flesh untill it reaches a pre-set depth and explodes in a flash of white-hot plasma. The next instant, and the Red Sky At Dawn is on the creature like a hawk. Even as the wounded enemy sensed the approaching warship and turned to bear on it, No Dachi fired both Heavy Beam Lasers and all three operational Ion Beam Arrays. Two thick white columns of energy lanced from the two gunports and hit the Devourer square-on, burning through its protective outer shell. Closely behind are three brilliant blue ion beams, eerily beautiful as they burn through the hole in the armour created by the beam lasers. The Red Sky At Dawn does not need to see the three beams burning through the armour on the opposite end of the enemy creature and shooting off into the void beyond; he can feel them doing so via his massive multitude of sensor screens. Shooting passed the Devourer even as it dies form the massive burn wounds, the Red Sky At Dawn circles around in a lazy arc, preparing for another pass at the rear of the raiders as he waits for the first four missile pods to reload with more cluster missiles. As he does so, he sees the Thunderer and signals to it.

"Admiral, this it the Red Sky At Dawn. I trust you are well? Yours is the next call, Admiral, what do we do now to best injure the enemy attackers?"
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Re: Onslaught: The Flight

They all watch the view screen as the torpedo is fired from the Pegasus. His gunner now returned, drake is back to his post of Captain amongst commoners. Activating the sensor grid, he allows his hands to swiftly scan over the situation. Wincing before he continues checking his position, Drake looks across the faces of all on the bridge. He begins to think of a solution to the situation, but however, before his brain can even retort the ship shudders, pitching Drake from his feet and back into the sensor console he was leaning against. Across the room, a panel sparks, and an engineer quickly stifles the blast using a nearby fire extinguisher. Getting up, and looking rather embarrassed at the fall, Drake quickly rights himself.

“What happened?!”
“We took a hit sir, Top of the ship sir.”
“Less of the sir. What hit us.”
“Nothing major. Just one of the many thousands of guns pointing at us.”
“Satire doesn’t help Ash.”
“Ok…”
“Now give me comm.’s. The Pegasus if you please.”
Striding across the smoke filled bridge, Drake takes Laura’s seat, and speaks over the noise of the bridge.
“Pegasus; We are going to leave you. I think we’ll do more damage apart. Godspeed, And I like the way you fly… Reckless indeed. Just my style. Phoenix out.”
“But Drake!”
“No buts Ash. Unclamp us, and ready the shields to be raised.”
“Yes. Ill do it.”

Ash steps up and dashes to the control panel opposite the helm. Hitting in the keycode required for everything on this ship, to of course stop accidents, he releases the grapple-heads holding the Phoenix to the Pegasus’ weapon barrel. The helm instantly compensate, pulling back on the plasma thrusters, lifting them clear from the large ship very quickly. Suddenly, the masses of Coralskippers begin massing toward them, drawing some fire from the pegasus’ rear chasers.

Drake smiles. At least something so far had gone well. Stepping up again, he nods to ash to raise the shields. The charge warning flashes up on the screen the 5-second timeout before initiation beeping loudly. Suddenly, the whole ship shudders, the crew immediately displaced from their stations, thrown neatly from bipedal operation, to floored animals. Scurrying quickly to their feet, the helm crew, used to the knocks of space keeping the ship steady. Barking above the noise, Drake trys to stand.

“What the HELL happened! ASH!”

Running across the room to where the young officer is led, Drake begins for the first time to panic. Fighting it down, he checks for signs of anything, life, death, pain. Feeling for a pulse, the seconds like agony to his mind, until his body relaxes.
He was alive. Barely, but alive.

“Doc! Over here now!”

A fat, balding man waddles from the corner, his eye patch obscuring his view slightly as he assesses the young lad. Looking around for a report, the helm immediately looks direly at him. Shaking his head, he just beckons the response. They point at the readout on the console left of him. His stomach turns again, before nodding back at the helm, as if to say; get us out of these messes, Ill deal with the rest. Jumping the rail between him and his love, he lands softly in the seat next to his, and leans in to her. Kissing her neck very softly, then kissing her ear afterward, He whispers:
“Take care. I might not come back.”

Before she can react, he is up and across the room, onto the third tier of the Bridge, the open engineering access panels. Laura shouts across to the helm, unable to move from her duty.
“What! Why is he going!”
“They hit us ma’am.”
“What do you mean hit us. The engineering fix that sort of thing”
“I mean really hit us. Collided. Hull breach on Cargo level, and engineering level.”
“Oh god…”
Drake slides into the dark crawlspace, hoping for only one thing. Death on impact.

The helm fire the thrusters bringing the rear of the ship spinning to dodge a formation of ramming ships, Mutalists bearing down on them at high speed. Managing to avoid the brunt of the group, as Laura brings the outer turrets onto close proximity firing patterns. Round after round pours from the turrets, laser shots penetrating into 4 near missing mutalist drones, causing a commotion amongst the pack. As the Mutalist threat begin to turn sloppily, Laura checks the lasers power. In the split second before the pass The Helm throws them to the right, and ship shakes under the stresses, groaning like a beached whale with the additional mass of the pair of coralskippers. A single Mutalist smashes into the side of the ship, shaking it violently, throwing them around, prone almost. Hitting the mine launcher control panel, J’zhe launches a pair of charges into the tightly packed turning mass, one laser shot following it, causes one of the pair to explode, chain reaction causing the other. The whole mutalist pack explodes into a shower of red gore, as the Full engine thrust bursts them through to a new heading, and covers them in a coat of tainted red war paint.

“Laura! What the hell just happened, Can’t a man get a sodding break around here.”
“Drake my love… a mutalist hit us. Penetrated the outer hull on the cargo deck. You’ll have more visitors now…”
“Ok Laura. Keep calm. Ill be back soon.”

Drake clicks his communicator on again seconds later, this time on the frequency of the engineering section of the bridge. D’harl, a black skinned, well-met man of the tainted race gelf, answers the call. Not caring, Drake asks for the life support to the corridor outside the cargo deck turned off, as he crawls above the cargo hold, and seals the hatch behind him. At least it can’t escape he thinks to himself, as he slowly raises the grill covered hatch into the crawlspace, and pushes it forward. Covering his eyes, he drops down through the hole. Unclipping his side arms and checking the cell capacity he looks toward the breach. The Coralskipper penetrated the hull, through the floor, and its outer layer of bioorganic material sealed the vacuum effect the hole would have had on the interior of the room. Its main body, half of which is sticking inside, along with the underside of one of its wings, is oozing a mix of something, the wires from the floor it crashed through pulled torque against its sickeningly fragile hull. Smoke pours from the crash site, drifting a foot from the floor, impairing the view of the grill beneath. Stepping forward, Drake takes the opportunity to smell the air, inhaling the burning flesh and fused metal stench that fill the air. His heart races as he steps forward again, a cold sweat running across his back and face. Raising his guns as he sites the first of his prey, a large Alien, around 7 foot tall, with a suit of charred Armour on, its red eyes fixed on him. Spinning its spear to meet him, He fires a volley of three shots. Bellowing, it raises its left arm, and a screeching sound makes Drake grab for his ears. A second later, a large spear butt smashes into the back of Drakes skull. Rolling over, his head spinning, he sees the second crewmember, looking ready to pounce, its spear raised above its head. Raising the right Carbine, he fires off three laser shots into its groin, before it collapses on top of him. Seeing, from the very top of his vision, the first target rushing toward him, a pair of holes to the right of its Armour, its spear raised, he panics, and levels his guns at it. The Second alien however, has other ideas. Knocking his right gun as it fires a three round burst ineffectively at the charger, now only three paces away. Panic stricken, Drake throws his weight forward, bringing the now dead alien forward to block the down coming spear. The spear sticks into the back carapace of the dead alien with a sickening thud, followed by a squelching noise. Rolling clear, Drake collects his second Carbine, before ramming both barrels forward into the eye sockets of the alien monstrosity. Pulling the trigger three times with each hand, the lasers ripping through the back of the aliens skull with a sick dying wail and a shower of deep crimson blood onto the deck behind. Panting, Drake reaches for his communicator, hitting the red button.

“Bridge, Cargo deck cleared. Heading up to the engineering level, seal the floor around it, ill crawl for it again.”

The message clearly resounds on the bridge, and Laura stops having her third heart attack. Laughing, she fires off another volley of close proximity laser into the passing pair of coralskippers. The Laser cannons on the top deck fire also, and begin their slaughter once more. The scanners flash up, a red warning and a siren. Laura quickly asks the Helm, who are already responding before the words even reach her lips.

“A battlegroup of Guardian’s ma’am. 5 ships. plasma weapons fire imminent…….You don't suppose we just blasted the hell from their fighters do you... They look Really rather pissed...”

Laura checks the last stand lasers power. only 60%. She mutters Shit, before turning back to the deck.

"Evasive manouvers. Prep mines."

Meanwhile. Drake stalks off toward the second impact site...
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Re: Onslaught: The Flight

Throwing an eye on the position and status of the Red Sky At Dawn every now and then, whose status was being kept on a seperate monitor on the Thunderer's bridge, Fluffie and the Captain guided the Dreadnaught through combat. Just like the AI had suggested, they had followed it into combat, positioning themselves between the raiders and their reinforcements. The crimson ship was focussing on engaging mainly - Fluffie's ship was guarding it's back, doing a fair amount of killing itself.

The TIE fighters swooped through the vicious combat with sickmaking speed and maneuvers - the pilots pushing themselves and their crafts to the limit to keep from getting nailed - and, while at that, they grouped up on poor Swarm fighters, barraging them with their laser cannons, eating through their defences with ease and watching them go up in flames not much later - most of the time not even seeing this, as they had to dodge another vessel suddenly in the way or already engaging another target, trying to get behind it and then squeezing the trigger again.

The starboard side still well covered by the TIEs, the port side kept an almost continious display of laser fire going, the gunners of the quad lasers laying down a defensive hail of laser fire, eating through any fighter or other vessel that thought of itself courageous enough to take a go at the Imperial vessel. Mistakes they'd regret in the afterlife.

With the defensive place in screen, the normal laser cannons picked off larger vessels, either engaging them by theirselves or helping the quad laser cannons as they couldn't take it down by theirselves. The front and rear of the Thunderer were much in the same situation, the batteries and cannons opening up almost all the time - making sure that the Red Sky was safe from attacks from behind most of the time, as well as preventing the ships from inflicting damage on any other ship - this of course including the Thunderer.

(As for the 'position' of my ship, helm had been given the orders to keep the starboard side mostly away from the combat, in other words, turned to No Dachi - making sure that most enemy ships are in the firing arcs of the forward, port and rear gunnery sections.

And now, for a bit of 'on the bridge' rp-ing...)

"Forward batteries report another hit, cannons opening up on vessel attacking through the debris...

Rear and port report no problems, starboard side still covered by TIEs and remaining weapons...

TIEs report no losses - they are on top of the situation...

Shields, armour still in good shape. Power supply and drives are keeping up with the situation. Still trying to get more weapon systems online, but the battle isn't really making it easy..."

With reports flowing in from all sections of the bridge, Fluffie and his Captain listened to them, giving new orders whenever needed. Most of the time, however, the crew - this mostly being the gunnery crew and the TIE pilots - knew what to do themselves.

"Red Sky turning away...

We are compensating, keeping starboard side away from the main fight."

Smiling a small, but proud, smile, Fluffie heard the crimson ship speak again, of course, through the droid. It inquired about the course of action they, the RSAD and the Thunderer, ought to take from that point on. Throwing a quick eye on the sensor screen, the raider group that had planned on assaulting the Motherships seemed thinned out a lot - not being a great threat anymore. Throwing an eye on the tunnel leading that the Motherships so desperately needed to cross, the situation looked a lot more dire there.

"Red Sky - This group of raiders looks like it doesn't need our attention anymore... The tunnel our convoy needs to pass, however, seems like it does.

How about we form up in front of the Motherships and try to help clear the path - I'm sure there will be other vessels trying to aid us. And, for the best of my ship and crew, might I request that we keep together, with my starboard facing you - it hasn't got much of its defences up.."
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Re: Onslaught: The Flight

*The Thunderer and Red Sky at Dawn cut a clear path in the enemy lines. Clearly both their gunners and command crew were very skilled. It was for this reason Donovan chose to assist them, for keeping good people alive was becoming more and more valuable these days.*

"This is Captain Anthony Donovan of the Striker Draconis to Thunderer and Red Sky at Dawn. We're moving to support you now. You want anything blown up? We have two rather potent bombs on board if you have a target suitably large enough to demolish before we get to the business of protecting the motherships."

*The Striker blasted forwards across the bow of the Thunderer, proton cannon blazing blue death at a nearby Coralskipper, which detonated under fire from the single heavier Class B weapon. On the battle deck, the Captain surveyed what damage they were causing.*

"Change of plans fighter lead, help out those TIE friendlies. You know what to do. Keep us moving quickly, our shields won't take much pounding from this quantiy of attackers. We should stay in close proximity to the other friendlies though, we won't survive on our own."

*The Lieutenant acknowledged with a nod and tapped a holographic control.*

"I'm shifting power to 30%/40%/30% configuration of weapons to engines to shields. Cobras are moving to intercept enemy fighters."

"Good."

*The sleek fishlike forms of the Cobras shot into the mass of enemy fighters, somehow managing to avoid their fire, but returning their own in far deadlier form. They cut at hole through the opposing formation, lancing bright blue beams through the swarm. The Striker followed the attack up with extreme efficiancy and predjudice, taking out an appriciable number in this small corner of the battlefield. The few return shots that did hit the heavy cruiser were absorbed by the shields, but it was only a matter of time before gaps would begin to open in the fragile proton bubble.*
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The Red Sky At Dawn hears the Admiral's voice. And after several miliseconds of examining the battle raging around the Billiger via his sensor net, agreed to the proposal.

"Affirm, Admiral. We shall take up frontal positions before the motherships and clear a path to the exfiltration point through the enemy swarm." The ship confirmed via the displacement drone. "I suggest the same attack pattern as last time; I shall clear a hole through which you can follow and destroy everything in your path." He continued, moments before recieving the message from the Striker Draconis. "You are welcome to come along, Striker Draconis. I suggest that you follow the Thunderer in and cover my rear, good luck."

This said, No Dachi turns himself to bear on the swarm ships blocking the motherships' path to the exit point, before throwing himself forward again. The warship's second attack run looked set to be much more difficult than the first; the enemy ships blocking the escape route were all heavy and packing firepower in kind. A row of Guardians, backed up by several Devourers and escorted by a few squadrons of Corralskippers. No Mutalisks, which could only be a good thing. The Red Sky increased his forward momentum further still with his advanced drives, taking a lazy, arching barrel-role upwards and above the enemy line in a gigantic curve. With something amounting to machnisist glee, No Dachi was suddenly aware of Missile Pods 3 through 6 completing the final reload steps. Presently, he swings his bow downward. Now streaking downward through the void toward the line, the Red Sky was noticed by one of the Devourers. Being hive-minded, the other creature-ships in the line were also alerted to the presence of the crimson bolt approaching them at ever-greater speed, and turned to face him. No Dachi watched the mouthparts of the Guardians carefully, waiting for one of them to begin charging a plasma ball. Within a few seconds, one of the Guardians obliges, and the others quickly followed suit before opening fire. Mercifully, the lumbering Devourers were still turning to face the oncoming threat. No Dachi savagely kicked his manouevreing thrusters into overdrive and began to spin and spiral madly, as though turning some kind of dance through the dark vaccuum. Many of the plasma balls missed due to his offensive action, but one clipped the topside of his hull and another hit the ship full-on the bow. The impact of the bolt sends the Red Sky At Dawn out of control for a few fractions of a second before he fires the manouevreing thrusters once more, righting his course. The Guardians had fired their salvo, and now it was time for his turn. Still spinning wildly, the Red Sky At Dawn fired missile pods 3 through 6 all at once and carefully programmed the cluster missilets to home in on one target for each larger missile. All four of them streak downwards toward their targets before splitting open at the nose once more to reveal the five smaller missiles. Instead of splitting as they did for the Mutalisks, however, the five smaller missiles all home in on one Guardian to each of the larger missiles. Two Guardians are blown to flotsam while the other two suffer crippling wounds. The others move about seemingly at random as their dim minds recognise incoming debris and attempt to avoid it. With the formation of the enemy broken, the Red Sky At Dawn descended like a beserk raptor thrown into a nest of hibernating kittens. Again, the Heavy Beam Laser Cannons lance out to strike a Devourer. This time, however, the Ion Beam Arrays have different targets. Setting one beam to each of four Guardians, No Dachi opens fire. For an instant, the beams of bright blue light streak toward their targets, then, a blinding flash of white light as they hit home. No Dachi detects three of the Guardians dead or crippled and the fourth wounded badly, though not quite out of the fight, he continues on straight through the center of the line and then down below, the Guardians and the Devourers tracking slowly in an attempt to follow his descent. The Corralskippers, however, are not so slow. They are also rather reckless. No Dachi watches with satisfaction as all three squadrons of eight enemy fighters break off from their patrol routes to follow him. Breaking suddenly and bringing his bow up, all four light mass driver cannons come to bear on the advancing swarm of fighters as No Dachi accelerates forward at right angles to his former course. The sheer speed of the counter-attack catches the Corralskippers off guard; four are destroyed by the hail of metal projectiles before they can even react. Three more are damaged, but the rest follow, firing at the Red Sky At Dawn's exhaust port, without a great dead of success. The stream of fire from the rear light mass drivers continues, and between avoiding these and attacking the crimson warship the Corralskippers fail to notice the swarm of Gun Drones heading upwards from No Dachi's hull, up toward the now-unprotected Guardians and Devourers which are attempting to hit the fast-moving Red Sky At Dawn. Once again, chaos rules the line as the Gun Drones dart nimbly between the massive Zerg creatures, too close to fire at without hitting enemies, but with their small lasers doing little other than providing a distraction.

Presently, No Dachi noticed two Corralskippers getting two plucky for their own good, as they put on extra speed to catch up with the warship, peppering his alloyed hide with weapons fire as he did so. With his Gun Drones elsewhere and his anti-strike craft missiles spent, No Dachi resorted to using his Effector in an attempt to avoid further damage to his rear hull armour. A second later, and a gigantic invisible force swats both Corralskippers from their path behind the crimson warship, sending them spiralling in flames to a fiery explosion below the plane of combat. No Dachi felt the drain of the utility tool on his power cells as he pulled his bow upwards once more, surging back toward the enemy line. Hopefully the Thunderer and the Striker Draconis would be present by now and engaging the Guardians and Devourers. Missile Pod 1 was fully loaded once more. No Dachi lined up the already-wounded Devourer in its sites and fired, even as he did so locking onto two Guardians directly ahead of him. Splitting the Heavy Beam Lasers between them, along with one Ion Beam each, No Dachi watched with grim satisfaction as both were incinerated before swinging back up around the line. Most of the larger ships were unable to give him any trouble, distracted as they were by the Gun Drones, but he detected more and more inpacts from the chasing Corralskippers. The Red Sky At Dawn quickly raised the Admiral of the Thunderer over the com.

"Admiral, I require fighter support to drive off the pursueing enemy craft. Please have your TIE Fighters engage them while I swing around. Four of my Missile Pods will by then be reloaded and I can destroy the remainder."
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[ooc] Boom boom. I return. I've been away, and I apologise greatly for not being present when this all started. Can I participate in the next mission? I promise to be good [/ooc]
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*a sudden change in the situation prompted the USS stellar voyage to stop its bombardment of the enemy lines as the RSAD, Striker Draconis and the Thunderer move into the enemy lines to attack from up close*

me: great, great, tactical stop firing those photons our we'll cause friendly fire

comms: sir, i'm picking up a narrow band transmission from the RSAD to the thunderer, they're requesting fighter support to cover their rear

tactical: sir, i feel like giving those coral skippers a volley of phaser fire

me: perfect, helm move us in behind the RSAD, inform them and the rest of the fleet on what we're doing, whatever those tie fighters can do, so can we

helm: time for some close in fighting, aye sir, moving to within 2 km from the RSAD's aft

tactical: target practice, these things will never know what hit them

Operations: sir, we're taking hits from a number of devourers behind us, aft shields down to 75% but they're still holding

tactical: now that's being a bad boy, i'll hand them some phaser fire as well

*as the USS stellar voyage swooped in behind the RSAD and most of the coralskippers chasing it the front phaser arrays opened fire again, this time firing in very short and rapidly successive blasts and taking down coralskippers in a fast way. All this while the aft phaser banks (all 3 of them) target the devourers that were trying to damage the ship's aft shields, which fortunately can take a lot more hits from acid then the hull can*

ooc/ just so you know, since neither me or my crew knows that the RSAD is a living ship, despite the fact my operation officer can probably see it on his sensors but isn't paying attention to that, secondly you didn't indicate wether you were talking through the drone or through the comm systems to the Thunderer (not that it does matter much) so i assumed it didn't matter much and picked it up on a narrow band transmission, if this is for some reason impossible (encoded signal for example) please indicate how i could have otherwise picked up the signal so i can edit my post /ooc
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I really don't think it matters too much tbh.
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[ooc] No i'm not trying to stir up the hornets nest. But I have some EVIDENCE that says IO COR should have survied... Oh don't kill me. [/ooc]

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Seconds pass of fighting, and sensors flicker on the holo projection before the the first suspended man, a picture of a gap for the motherships escape flickering on the holo, and then disappears after a slight rumble and shaking of the ship, the second suspended mans voice bellows forth....
The gap he is reffering to is the One caused by the projectile. This means he warped in AFTER the shot was fired. oh and another fact. His first non station post also took place after the shot was fired. (Side note... I know IO COR personaly so i kinda know what i'm babbling about)

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Any who... Post below:

*Wo2 arose from his chair when he saw the utter destruction the projectile caused to the enemy fleet.*

Wo2: What power... such a loss of life...

*Wo2 sat back down and thought hard for a moment.*

SO (Science/Sensors officer): Sir the allied fleet is getting hit hard and a fighter swarm is headed our way. Oh... Sir that hole has a chance of being closed by the enemy fleet, if they thin out.

Wo2: Hmm... Not all of our point defensse turrets are working and we need that hole so we can make it to the Jump-gate, so well have to improvise. WO (Weapons) channel energy from any sorce, but point defense, I want the Particle cannon ready to fire ASAP. Helm, turn over thurster control to my Chair and activate my piloting gear.

*The officer at helm begings to act on the orders. Two hand grips, on either arm of Wo2's chair, pop up. Wo2 brings gis hands tightly around the two grips and prepares to steer the ship.*

WO: Cannon charged and ready to fire.

Wo2: Fire...

*The lights on the brigde flicker briefly. while at the bow of the ship, a dark hole begins to glow a blue white coulor. The light at the bow gets brighter and more intense, as the massive weapon along the spine of the ship collects energy. The light finaly reached it peak and suddenly became a blue-white point lancing towards the enemy fleet. Wo2 began to move the grip's in smooth arcs, causing the beam to slice across the enemy fleet. Lasting on for a short moment, the beam burn right through the enemy fleet, causing smaller ships to be vaporised, while largers ships had firery gouges cut down their sides. The beam began to thin and eventually vanish.*

Wo2: I hope it was enough... Helm you have control.

Helm: Aye sir

Wo2: Set course to that hole with the rest of our fleet. Keep us close to our mother ship. Weapon charge up the point defense systems and give those fighters something to think about.

*The Shadow Wind's Engines burst to life as the ship began its run towards the gash in the enemy's lines. Point defense cannons rained fire on incoming fighters, but with only a little over half of the system working, and the lack of the ships Phased Sensors, the results were less then perfect.*
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ooc/ it was the second shot that killed him, not the first shot /ooc
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"Affirm, Admiral. We shall take up frontal positions before the motherships and clear a path to the exfiltration point through the enemy swarm." The ship confirmed via the displacement drone. "I suggest the same attack pattern as last time; I shall clear a hole through which you can follow and destroy everything in your path."

"Helm, follow the RSAD's lead. Gunnery crews, continue attacking anything within range, I want the area around us constantly lit up."

As ordered, the Dreadnaught turned about, beginning to follow the already quickly advancing Red Sky into the battle zone. There sure where a lot of ships there and even now, vessels - most of the smaller, fighter kind - were turning about to Swarm the Imperials. They, however, were quickly stopped in their plans as the laser fire tore them apart.

A voice called out, reporting something that was deemed important enough to be said directly to the commanders, these being the Admiral and the Captain.

"Sensors show at least two more friendly vessels - The Striker Draconis is joining us from the station, the USS Stellar Voyage is already present.

First vessel is rapidly catching up with us, the Red Sky At Dawn is already fully entangled within the enemy masses. She is holding up fine."

The last bit about the RSAD's status was brought after a small pause, the sensors officer didn't know wether to say it or not at first - but then he remember the way the Admiral had referred to it earlier and thought that Fluffie would appriciate it. Indeed he, Fluffie, did. Smiling, he looked at his own, smaller and less detailed computer station.

"Right then. Inform the gunnery crews and TIEs of our company, tell them to watch their shots. Apart from that, I want us plowing through those formation, doing as much damage as we and causing enough chaos."

"Aye, Sir!"

The Dreadnaught followed the crimson ship through the holes it had already created - tearing them open once again with a hail of lasers. Taking a slightly different route than the RSAD, it soon however encounted more and more resistance. Targets were plentily present, but Fluffie seriously missed the oppurtunity to send out his TIEs on offensive runs... Too bad they didn't have enough time to keep repair the starboard side fully back on Biligi.

Suddenly, the ship shuddered. Fluffie, unaware - like most of the crew - of what it was, turned to his sensors. Knowing that they'd be the ones asked what the hell that was, a TIE pilot beat them to informing the bridge. With a voice that indicated he actually was a bit busy flying, he still quickly reported.

"Attention Thunderer - We were unable to stop that... ship from ramming you.

In the background, the pilot quickly orders his wingmen to form up for a strike.

We are taking it down now, starboard side please stand down fire."

Outside the Dreadnaught, four TIEs rolled away from their other targets, swooping down like birds of prey on a Swarm ship already damaged from the impact with the Imperial vessel. Their lasers quickly ate through the ship's remaining defences, before it blew up, the shockwave (from being so close) again sending a small shiver through the Thunderer.

"All clear Thunderer, we are engaging other targets."

"Admiral, I require fighter support to drive off the pursueing enemy craft. Please have your TIE Fighters engage them while I swing around. Four of my Missile Pods will by then be reloaded and I can destroy the remainder."

The droid spoke again - requesting back up. Fluffie thought for a short moment - by sending TIEs over to the Red Sky, he'd lose part of his defence there...

"Reinforce starboard shields with power from the others, dispatch six TIE fighters to the RSAD."

"Sir!"

Not much after the order had been given, six fighters broke loose from the combat, hurrying over to the crimson ship - a ship they by now knew was their ally. Engaging coral skippers as they approached, another ship - a bigger ship - seemed to join in, firing its phasers as it positioned itself (reasonably far) behind the RSAD.

"Sir, USS Stellar Voyage reports it is defending the RSAD from fighter attacks, our TIEs confirm."

"Very well, recall our TIE fighters and equalize shie..."

Again the ship shuddered, but this time it obviously wasn't a ship trying to ram them. Reacting to the situation immidiatly, the Captain called out orders.

"Rear section, take those ships (he obviously indicates the enemies' larger kind of ships instead of the usual small ones) down, focus on the rest later."

Before, the big ships had only come close to the Thunderer in pairs at most - not a big group of six like this. In return the Thunderer began accelerating, while opening up at the big ships with everything it had, turbolaser batteries and lasers... This however, didn't immidiatly stop the ships from returning fire, rumbling the Dreadnaught some more.

(Fluffie) "Take us around them, port side facing them first, then front - we'll try to spread their fire and thus the damage."

(Helm) "Sir!"

(Captain) "Gunnery crews - primary target those vessels, take them down. TIEs, take down anything else that gets close."

With a number of affirmative replies, the Thunderer began its turn, with the rear sections firing as long as they could and the port weaponry opening up as soon as the enemy got within their arc. Lasers rained down upon the attackers, taking down a first and second ship soon. As the ships front began facing them, the turbolasers joined in again - it didn't take much longer till the fourth and fifth ship were down - the sixth deseperately firing everything it had before being destroyed.

(Admiral) "Normal targetting, TIEs back to our starboard. Helm, take us back to the RSAD and keep us with it."

(Captain) "We took quite some hits there... No damage inside, the shields took quite some punches though."

"I know... But we're still good."

"I still wish the rest of our fleet was here.."

And to that last comment, Fluffie didn't bother reacting. Instead, he watched the battle unfold further.
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Re: Onslaught: The Flight

ooc: Look at me! Dragging behind yet again... erm my excuse? Um... the docking clamps fused together yeah that's it...



I'll post shortly but first I need a few things to be clarified as well as some last minute changes to make to the Yamato.

Hull Armour
Heavy Steel/Titanium multilayered armour
(equivilant to secondary hull, heavy armour plate and medium armour from MoA)

Ship Engines
Please add two Fusion Generators to the sublight catagory.

Ship fighters
Where's my fighter group?
Black tiger squadron, 56 Zero Fighters (single pilot, 6 laser cannons, medium armour, high speed, exceptional agility)

Also please note that the Reflector shields do little more than keep out microscopic particles and some hazardous radation - the Yamato's main protection is her armour.


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"Looks like some of the fleet is slwoly drawing back towards the station, ive takne the Angel Sanctuary further away from the combat zone. it wont take much to destory our own means of transport."
Geth'lath Turning about to seeing a few straglers about the comabt zone but for most part ships titely packed togethor in a masss of chaos.
"I know, I know but it best I could do on cheap budeget on short notice untill somthing more perminat comes along"
Flustered movingerridactly brign about his figner turning the circle control qiuckly around, pressing ahrd on both pedals. The Titanium Angel back around hard flyting fast into the crowd of ships
"We need tro leech power from somwhere less tyhan ten minutes remaining, find me a crippled allied ship we can use that still has its reactors running.

Minutes of dodign in and out of ships taking qiuck slashes at any ships to close organic or emtal alike.
"Out of my way"
Screaming to himself almost, face red with his growing anger
"Ive foudn one its barly running life support from the look of it, but its enough power to last us another twenty minutes untill we can find another source."
Sat's voice echoing through his ears, ut barly a whisper at the druming of rage beats at his skull. Calling somthing terrifiying freom the depths of his soul

Landing hard on the hull damaged of the cruiser the mecha ripping away at the damaged hull gripping one many power cables corusing its way through the ship. Glwoing almost the Titanium Angel drawing ever last watt of pwoer out of the crippled ship, not caring for the suffocating crew. At least what remained of it.

Mintues later the Titanium Angel zipping past ships with ease, far out manevuering ayhting else in the skies. The swords twiurling with ease within its hand, a dealy clsoe range weapon ripping the charcasis of ships up with a prescion. Feeling the thudding grow loduer and louder, Geth'laths body seemed to move in automatic now any rtace of feeling gone from the fight repalced with a cold darkness. Grabbing the hold of an escape pod fligns it hard into a gaurdian to see it get shot down in blazing fireball of light, charging forward usong its moment of distracting to slice it easily in to with downwaerds heavy blow. Sudderning as lasers struck the hull Geth'lath shouder being thrown forward hard his head antrually follwing.
"Curse thee and let all misery befall you!"
Anger resoncitng in his rasied voice spinning around hard the elft hand reaching forward to grab onto a frail stray fighter of some sort, odd flat wings on its side, crushing the weak craft within seconds
"Rookies"
Geth'lath shrugging as if nothing had happened maniplatiing the cotnrol to dart past a group of ships that seem to cling to each other. Glancign just second at their names
"Red sky and voyager hmm still to much alive to try and take power off but this ship will do."
Flying strasight across the bow Red Sky the body of emcha anding ahrd into a floating frigate, lying still imbedded in its hull sapping awy at its energy resevrves
"Whats status of the armour"
An impact of what felt like missles shudder the mecha
"Not good, most of it has lost its ingertiy due to all the combat and energy loss, ive had to recall the guns to just keep us going. The propulsion crystals are starting to show signs of overheting as well they need a chance to cool down, and final weve lost all control in one arm after that impact."
Sat soudning distincly depressed about the news
"Well im surpsied we still alive, but we will amke do with whats abailbe I dont want sta on this shuip to long before ssomone notices us, wont do mcuh good to be sitting targets. Inf act we leave now better to move clsoer in to fleet and be ahrder to hit amomngst the bigger ships.

Without another word the titanium angel pulls its body out of the dent in the ship it made on impact, a rather odd sight to see moving into the back of the fleet with haste.
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Swinging around as the Stellar Voyage annihalates the Corralskippers trailing him, No Dachi suddenly sensed a very strong impact on his front hull. A ship had struck him full-on, belly-down, but was still in-tact. To his surprise, No Dachi's sensors indicated that the ship was friendly and not one of the swarm. To his mounting glee, No Dachi performed the sensor equivelent of an autopsy on the limpet-ship and examined its design from the inside-out, and determined its nature. A parasite! How absolutely fascinating, the ship thought to itself as it watched the little tick-like vessel draining power from one of the conduits running through his outer hull. Who ever knew that humans could come up with such a devious and cunning design? A ship that is able to fight with untold fury and energy, for it can simply leach more energy off its enemies? Naturally, however, that the vessel - apparently named Titanium Angel - had selected the Red Sky At Dawn for its target was unnacceptable, and deserved treatment as such. As soon as the Red Sky At Dawn spotted that the parasite-ship's stolen energy store was exactly half-full, the warship powered up its Effector and dealt the vessel a mighty blow from the right, amounting to a powerful slap; enough to worry those within the ship but not enough to do anything more than slightly dent the hull. In sync with their parent ship's scolding, four repair drones rushed to the Titanium Angel and slammed into its hull repeatedly in a persistent and irritating but largely undamaging way untill it finally ate its fill and departed, wherupon it flew off into the fray again. The repair drones set about filling in the hole in the warship's hull. Presently, No Dachi hailed the enemy vessel and spoke directly to its pilot...

"Whilst I can see, good sir, that the design of your ship requires it to leech from my power store in this manner, you must understand that it is quite irritating, particularly as you have now dented my hull and made me look most unsightly. Consider the blow I gave you a warning shot; next time do have the courtesy to ask me for power and I shall be more than glad to oblige. Attempt to steal it again, and I shall be most displeased. Red Sky At Dawn signing off." The Warship intoned in its crisp accent. In all truth his annoyance was in more-or-less equal measure to his interest in the little ship. The power-leaching combined with the Effector blow he had doubt the louse had left him rather drained, a problem compounded by several conduits running further inside his mass that had been blown out by overly-wreckless use of his heavy laser batteries. Internal repair drones already struggled to mend these broken electricity pipelines, replacing burnt-out sections with fresh ones and welding end to broken end...
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Re: Onslaught: The Flight

Grumblingas the drones seemed to act like nats
"A poor jest i fear"
Geth'lath didnt seem bothered but rather excited by all this
"Your acting in curious way more damage could have been done you know
Sat asking in curious manner
"Im fully aware of that but the fact it acted in such curious ways rasies my intrest this sint some hapless captain with little charm, instead I doubt human at all but aan Ai like yourself"
The crips voice coming throughthe communications unit some staic follwing it through all the interfirenance around.
"Your point is well notivced my learned companion, but then it would make mroe of impact if once cared for their life. Instead it is but a mild jest to me, and a missed chance to rid the universe of vilanous foe, as some would have you belive. I on other ahnd see myself as one the many elemnts that make up this chaotic universe."
PAsuing for few seconds to didge past a fighter
"My role is a an avatar a figure of those who have been betrayed and left alone. It is pointless ruse to threaten ones life is it doesnt have any meaning to them dont you agree good sir?"
Smiling for first time during this fight, this was a curious once alright. Not your average ship.

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Heh, you really want to start.... NOW!

Still got about..... 3 more DM posts left (one of them happening tonight)

Also: I think I have mentioned this before, but I'll do so again. If you do not post at least ONCE during a mission, you are left behind and destroyed (okay okay, officially MIA, but still). If you feel the need to rejoin, PM me and I'll work it in. As long as you have some excuse as to why you didn't post (to busy worshiping me, homework, boredom, sleep, computer kicked you, house caught on fire, alien abduction, etc etc) I shall work you back into the thread. Tonight in my DM thread I'll post a list of those in risk of being left behind and PM those silly offenders, after that, no more warnings
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/ooc My apologies for posting the same thing again, but I just noticed that for some reason, my first combat post has disappeared. Since I had the thing saved to my hard drive, I'm reposting it now, to make sure Bakan doesn't think I've gone AWOL. Just ignore this one and look below for my second, and latest, battle post. ooc/

“Sh*t. The latest wave of Swarm ships just broke through the outer perimeter. That makes three separate fleets heading our way.” The tactical officer reported, stating the obvious as the Tactical Screen displayed the real-time movement of all those red dots, slowly moving to encircle the Bilibrige shipyards, and squeeze them to dust, along with the Federation’s last hope. Joseph would be twice d*mned if he let those b*stards have it all their way.

“Well sir . . . while I suppose we could kill every last one of these f*ckers, I somehow doubt that we have enough time to do so.” Thomas quipped, prompting a prideful smirk from most of the bridge crew.

“H*ck, sirs, we could kill all of the Swarm single-handedly, but it would take us long after the heat death of the Universe!” One of the ensigns, manning an auxiliary Helm station, shot back, prompting even more knowing smirks and quiet snickers.

Joseph was never in the mood for idle banter, but for once he forced himself to participate. “That long? Well then, we’d better get to work and stop wasting precious seconds!”

The fact that their captain was joining in on the fun stoked the bridge crew’s morale a bit higher, and his jest was met by more than one handclap or loud guffaw. Gesturing for silence, Joseph then began his litany of orders.

“Helm, detach us from Bilibrige Dock. Weapons Officer, raise shields once we are safely away from the docking cradle, and being powering up weapons. Security, make sure your Marines are ready to fend off any possible boarders that might decide to sample our hospitality. Communications officer, get me a channel to Bilibrige Control.”

The bridge crew hurried to fulfill their captain’s orders, but a moment later the Communications Officer turned back to face his captain.

“Sir, Bilibrige Control is already contacting us. It would seem a Rear Admiral Hoste wants to have a word with us.”

“Well, put him on!”

Joseph listens calmly to the admiral’s orders, and bows his head in thought for a moment after the transmission ended.

“Alright people, it would seem a last stand is not called for here. However, we’ve got five Motherships to protect, all the way to the hyper-slipstream gate. Knowing the Swarm, they’d rather give the Shipyards another hour of life, than allow any ships to escape. Make no mistake: even though the way to the hyper-slipstream gate is open at the moment, we’re going to have to fight our way out. Helm, chart us a course that will place us in escort formation, port-topside of the 3rd Mothership. That should give us enough space to maneuver around to counter a threat from any direction. Tactical, in your best estimate, which of those three Swarm task forces can we expect to engage?”

The Tactical Officer consulted his screen for a moment, and then turned back. “Sir, I would place my bets on the Swarm task force incoming from Bilibrige IV, designated Task Force Three. They’re not quite blocking our path to the hyper-slipstream gate, but they’re so close that it would take little more than a course correction to put them between us and the gate.”

Joseph digested the information for a few moments, and then popped the question. “Alright then, what exactly does Task Force Three consist of?”

Again, the Tactical Officer consulted his screen, before reporting, “Task Force Three, according to current sensor readings, consists of: 3,546 Coralskippers, 573 CoralDevtators, 24,563 Multalists, 4,653 Guardians, and 868 Devourers.”

“Oh, is that all?” A newly recruited ensign replied, and opened his mouth to spew more sarcasm, before noticing Joseph’s glare and wisely keeping his mouth shut. Joseph mentally marked the ensign down for a demotion off the bridge to, say, Waste Disposal, once they were clear of Bilibrige. If they got clear.

“Alright, sounds like we’re going to have a fight on our hands. Time until we reach the hyper-slipstream gate, Helm?”

“Twenty-nine minutes, thirty-two seconds.”

Joseph winced, and sadly nodded. Oh yes . . . they were going to have a fight on their hands. However, that fight would not be soon coming . . . it would take time for the Third Swarm Task Force to turn, if it did turn, to engage the fleeing Motherships. Speaking of time, and long waits . . .

Joseph turned to the bridge engineering officer, curious to see if repairs were still being carried out, even away from the shipyard.

“Aye, we’ve got repair crews patching up what they can by hand and what equipment we have on-board.” The bridge engineering officer replied, and then checked his console for more information. “Hmm . . . it looks like the Forward, Top Rail Gun might be possible to fix. I’ve got a team working on it at the moment, and they say that the power relays to the Rail Gun’s capacitor are blown. If we had another hour in Spacedock, I’m sure it would have been fixed. Now . . .” The bridge engineering officer gave a helpless shrug.
“I’d give it fifty-fifty as to whether they’ll get the gun working in time for it to be blown apart again in this battle.”

“Well, that’s some good news . . . I guess.”

His question answered, Joseph settled down in his command chair to wrestle with something every combatant had been forced to deal with throughout history: the waiting. With little to do, and little to talk about, many of the bridge crew simply settled in to wait for the Swarm to come in silence, or perhaps in silent prayer.

One of the bridge crewmen, however, chose not to await his enemies in silence. A proud human hailing from the militant planet of Nietche, and also a new addition to the Thanatos’s bridge crew, began instead to sing: softly at first, but then growing louder as the crewman grew bolder and more confident. The song was clearly one sung by soldiers marching off to war, and detailed the brave deeds of a hero born long ago in Nietche’s past.

Joseph usually ran a tight ship, but nowhere near as tightly as he once did as a Federation captain. Still, while he ordinarily would have objected to singing right before going into battle, for some reason it seemed to be raising the abominable morale of the bridge crew. The last few battles the Thanatos had seen were especially brutal, and more than stripping the ship of most of its weaponry, it had also robbed the bridge of nearly half its previous crew. The abundance of new faces around the bridge, and the general grimness of the war in general, had caused morale to reach an all-time low.

Therefore, anything that could raise morale even a small amount of viewed as good, and so Joseph allowed the crewman to finish his song. Before Joseph could announce that any further singing might be a bad idea if the singer didn’t want Kitchen Duty,
Thomas broke in.

“That was an excellent song, crewman. I assume you learned that on your homeplanet?”

The crewman nodded, and Thomas continued. “Well, I have one of my own to share, if possible. It’s more of a poem than a song, actually, but I’ve always liked it, despite the rather dreary subject material. If I may?”

Joseph, not one to spoil his old friend’s fun, nodded and waved for Thomas to continue. Thomas grinned, cleared his throat several times, and then began.

“Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!
"Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.”
Thomas paused for a moment, gauged his audience’s reaction, and then continued.

"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Someone had blunder'd:
Their's not to make reply,
Their's not to reason why,
Their's but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.”
Thomas was about to begin the fourth stanza to the famous poem, when the Tactical officer’s console beeped.
The Tactical Officer looked down at his console, double-checked his screen, and then paled slightly.
“Sir . . . you called it. The Third Task Force just turned.”
“Bloody h*ll!” Joseph snarled, although he had been expecting it; waiting for it.
“They seem to being moving onto a course that will place them directly in our way, sir.” The Tactical Officer added, furthering the gloom that had suddenly dropped over the bridge.
“Well, I believe that puts an end to the entertainment for now . . . everyone look lively: it’s time for us to earn our pay.” Joseph said.
“D*mn art critics . . . freaking bugs have no sense of culture.” Thomas muttered darkly as he moved over to his chair and strapped himself in.
Joseph took a breath, and was about to bark out his next series of orders, when the Tactical Officer shouted, “We have Incoming! They’re coming up from behind!”
“The Swarm? How’d they get behind us?” A bridge crewmember shouted, to be quickly silenced by the person sitting next to him.
“Scanning now . . . they’re ours, sir. Fighters, apparently from Bilibrige.” The Tactical Officer reported after another few moments of reading the sensor screen.
“Bilibrige Shipyard sent its entire fighter compliment against that Task Force? I can understand them wanting to throw everything they had into protecting the Motherships, but this . . . it’s suicide for those fighters to attack that task force unsupport –“
“ADDITIONAL INCOMING!!” The Tactical Officer suddenly reported, and looked back down at his sensor board.
“One MAC round, from the Shipyards . . . it heading directly from Task Force Three . . .”
On the tactical display, the purple dot that was the MAC round continued to close with the mass of red contacts . . and close . . . and close.
“A hit!” The Tactical Officer cried as the purple dot plowed into the flank of the red mass, and dozens of red contacts disappeared as the purple dot moved deeper and deeper into the red. Finally, the purple dot vanished, although with one final large red dot, signifying a CoralDevtator. Following close behind the purple dot, however, was the horde of green dots identifying the Bilibrige fighters. They tore through the hole that the MAC round had punched, and immediately began ripping and tearing at the heart of the Swarm formation.
“Alright!” Thomas shouted, and several of the other, less-experienced crewmen cheered as the arrowhead of green dots pierced the red formation. Joseph simply shook his head at the rash celebration, and said, “Keep this in mind, everyone: the Swarm doesn’t give a d*mn for single ships, and that entire task force’s objective is to destroy this convoy. Now tell me, who thinks that those fighters will be able to single-handedly kill that entire task force?”
The cheering abruptly died, and the grim mood returned to the bridge. Joseph nodded at his success at restoring reality, and then continued. “Those fighters are a useful distraction: nothing more. We aren’t even close to winning yet. Now then, we’ve got at least another fifteen minutes to go before those Motherships manage to reach that hyper-slipstream gate. We have a distraction in those fighters; let’s use it to our advantage.”
Once again, Joseph settled into his customary role, as he began to reel off orders.
“Helm, plot us a course that will take us a short distance “above” the Mothership fleet, and a fair distance towards that Swarm Task Force. Take us there under 75% engine power: we’re already as big as a beached whale, let’s move like one. Weapons Officer, shut down power to half of the operational point-defense turrets, all but two of the Graviton beams, the three Heavy Tachyon beams, and all but one of the Plasma cannons. We want to appear helpless enough to be not worth the Task Force’s time, but dangerous enough that at least a few Vong warriors will want to bag us. Keep the Stellar Converter charging; with our shields at full power it will appear to be more like a self-destruct powering up than a weapon. That should certainly keep most of the b*stards back.”
At one point, the Swarm’s eagerness to convert or destroy a vessel, any vessel, had caused ships without any actual weapons to be quite dangerous. The Swarm would move in, and the ship would activate its self-destruct just before it succumbed to the overwhelming assault. Soon enough, the Swarm learned not to be too-overeager, and blindly attack a weak vessel with everything it had. This also, sub-sequently, scraped a desperate Federation plan to build empty husks of vessels, equipped only with an engine and a self-destruct device. Otherwise, the Swarm’s losses would be much higher than they were even now . . . not that they seemed to care too much.
Joseph’s orders were quickly carried out, and soon enough the Thanatos was a short distance away from and above the rest of the convoy . . .a big, fat, juicy target to any glory seeking Vong. The Swarm Task Force, as uncoordinated as it was with a swarm of Federation fighters ripping away at its guts, was still under orders to destroy those Motherships, and so almost all of its ships continued on their path to block the Motherships’ way.
However, a handful of glory-seeking Vong coralskippers and a single Vong CoralDevtator broke off from the main task force, and moved to engage the lumbering behemoth that had ponderously broken off from the rest of the convoy. The ship certainly looked like a threat, but almost all of its weapons were gone, and so its purpose was clear: to distract the Task Force from its assignment, and possibly inflict hideous losses on the task force with a self-destruct explosion. Still, it was a big ship, and was bound to bring some honor to the pilot that brought the technological insult down.
“Looks like a couple of suckers have taken the bait.” Thomas muttered as he watched the handful of Vong craft break off and close with the Thanatos.
“Patience, Weapons Officer. Keep those other weapon banks ready to be brought to full power, and those turrets to be manned, but don’t activate them yet. We want our prey to be a bit closer before we launch our trap. Also, begin loading our operational Omega Torpedo Tube . . . since the Swarm seems to be ignoring us for the most part, they need a good kick in the teeth to remind them never to let a threat get onto their flank.”
The Weapons Officer gave a nod of acknowledgement, and then fired off his “only” two operational Light Graviton beams at a closing coralskipper. Although doval basins were able to generate black holes capable of absorbing almost everything thrown at them, the little beasties had trouble dealing with gravity-based weapons. The black holes were, of course, far stronger than the graviton beams, but the graviton beams had enough of a pull to hold the black holes in place, at least momentarily. Since coralskippers often carried only a single doval basin, they couldn’t effectively deal with an attack from two separate directions, especially when the attack weapons slowed the basin’s ability to respond.
The first Graviton beam slammed into the front of the lead Vong coralskipper, and was harmlessly absorbed by the dovil basin’s blackhole. An instant later, the second Graviton beam stabbed in, raking the underside of the coralskipper. The basin was unable to shift its blackhole around quickly enough to block the second Gravity-weapon, and a force of a thousand Gs tore the bottom out from the coralskipper, causing it to fly apart a moment later.
“Nice shot, Weapons Officer . . . just don’t make it too hard on them and scare them away.” Joseph cautioned, and the Weapons Officer grinned.
“Nah, I just don’t want them to think this whale doesn’t have any teeth left.”
Then the Vong craft responded with their own weaponry. The coralskippers hardly packed sufficient weaponry to destroy a ship as large as the Thanatos, at least with the current number attacking, and the merest of shivers ran through the deck as the coralskippers made their first run.
“Port shields down to 97% . . . little buggers pack a punch.” The Weapons Officer reported, and then added, “Uh oh . . . here comes that CoralDevtator . . . it has entered firing range, and predictably, it’s firing. This might be a bit worse . . .”
This time, a bit worse of a shiver ran through the deck as the large plasma bursts fired from the Vong cruiser slammed into the Thanaots’s shields.
“Port shields down to 94% . . . and this b*stard is just getting started.” The Weapons Officer snarled as he fought back with his two Graviton beams. Far better armed and protected than a coralskipper, the CoralDevtator easily absorbed both Graviton beams with black holes, and then fired again.
Joseph allowed for the mismatched slugging match continue for another minute, and then said, “Is that Omega torpedo loaded yet, Weapons Officer?”
“Loaded? Heh, it’s been loaded for fifteen seconds now!” The Weapons Officer grinned, and on the tactical screen another Vong coralskipper vanished as the four solitary Rail Gun point-defense turrets finally wore through the dovil basin’s defenses.
Joseph’s feral grin matched at of the Weapons Officer’s, as he said, “Good. Then bring all of our weapons on-line, and let’s take care of these unwelcome guests.”
“Yes sir!” The Weapons Officer replied as he restored power to all of the weapons at his command.
“Oh, and Communications Officer . . . send a memo to all turret gunners that for each confirmed coralskipper they bring down, and every ten Mutalisks, I’ll personally buy them a drink.” Joseph added, as the deactivated Rail Gun turrets were now displayed as active on the Weapons Officer’s console.
The turret gunners, given even more motivation than they already had, and giving a competitive edge to their job, tore the surprised coralskippers apart. Meanwhile, the Weapons Officer took great pleasure in introducing the Vong CoralDevtator to the Thanatos’s full weapons armament. Five of the Thanatos’s eight operational light Graviton beams were brought to bear, as well as four of the Thanatos’s six plasma cannons. The plasma cannons were designed for more of short-range combat, due to the dissipating nature of the plasma rounds. However, the Vong CoralDevtator, seeing no reason to hang back, had closed to quite a short distance away from the Thanatos. The captain of the CoralDevtator had only seconds to angrily regret his mistake, before all of those weapons fired. The five Graviton beams stabbed, and the four plasma rounds hammered into the CoralDevtator’s hull. The dovin basils did what they could, but they couldn’t block that much firepower, and after the brilliant flash of weapons fire had faded, the burnt and blacked husk of a Vong CoralDevtator slowly spun away from the Thanatos.
“Well . . . now that those pests are out of the way . . . Weapons Officer, pick an outstanding target out of that mass of enemy contacts a short distance away, and fire our Omega Torpedo.”
“Sir . . . from our current position, I can’t get a good target lock on any of the larger Swarm craft. More than likely a coralskipper or Mutalisk will take it out, one way or another.”
“That’s not a worry. Oh, and make sure the torpedo’s warhead is armed immediately after exiting the tubes.”
The Weapons Officer did not seem to understand, and activating a torpedo’s warhead immediately after it had exited the ship was often dangerous, but the crewman knew how to obey orders.
“Torpedo away!” He announced a moment later, and Joseph’s eyes narrowed as he watched the blip slowly move away from the Thanatos, and slowly approach the Swarm Task Force.
Joseph allowed the torpedo to close a few more clicks, and then gave his next order.
“Weapons Officer . . . I want one of our point-defense Rail Guns to achieve a targeting lock on that torpedo, and then, on my order, fire on it.”
“But . . . aahhhh!! I understand now, sir!”
“Good. Then follow my orders.”
The Weapons Officer did as he was told, and soon enough one of the Rail Gun turret crew reported that it had a solid lock on the torpedo. Joseph allowed the torpedo to close enough more with the Swarm task force, and then, as a single Mutalisk broke off to engage the torpedo, Joseph gave his order.
“Fire.”
The point-defense Rail Gun fired several high-velocity iron-nickel slugs in rapid succession, and the third round solidly struck the torpedo. However, seeing as how the torpedo had been manually armed immediately after leaving the tube, instead of moments before impacting the target by the torpedo’s computer, the torpedo detonated instead of flying apart. The resulting explosion, so close to the outer edges of Task Force Three, was catastrophic for those ships serving as escort. The immense energy released by the Omega torpedo’s detonation caused the nearest coralskippers to simply vaporize, and the Mutalisks to explode like bags of boiling blood. Those ships not quite near enough to the epicenter of the blast to be instantly destroyed suffered a worse fate. The shockwave expanding out from the blast was enough to tear the wings off of Mutalisks, sending them careening into their fellows, and shatter coralskippers into razor-sharp fragments as the dovil basins couldn’t possibly protect their ships from a wall of unrelenting force.
Still, the explosion took out only a small part of the Task Force, but it was enough to clear away the outer layer of escorts protecting the more vulnerable members of the Swarm fleet.
“Weapons Officer, lock onto whatever large Swarm ships you can through that gap in their escort screen. Quickly, before they close the gap again!”
The Weapons Officer quickly tapped in the necessary commands, and then reported “I have a Devourer and Guardian locked-in, sir.”
“Good. Then give them a taste of Heavy Tachyon Beam.”
The Weapons Officer was only too happy to comply with Joseph’s latest order, and a trio of heavy, high-energy beams speared out at the distant Task Force Three. Next to the Stellar Converter, the Heavy Tachyon Beams were the weapons with the longest range and most power aboard the Thanatos. All three of them hit their mark, and the Guardian simply vanished as the high-energy beam cut it in half. The Devourer, made of slightly sterner stuff, managed to remain in one piece, but reeled and began to spin end-over-end as greenish-black ichor floated out of the large wound in its side.
“Well, they certainly should take notice of us now.” Thomas observed as a group of Mutalisks began to boil out of the Swarm Task Force at them.
“Indeed. Hopefully our Stellar Converter will be fully charged by the time they get here . . . they we can give them a really warm welcome.”
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Re: Onslaught: The Flight

“What was that?” Richard exclaims as the ship lurches to one side.

“Port shield up and holding; nothing hit us.” The tactical office replies after pulling himself back up to the console. “But we’ve just lost our passenger.”

“Nice of them to tell us!” Richard grumbles.

“Ah, they did sir,” says the officer on communications a bit sheepishly, “the translator got a bit stuck on the term ‘Deity-velocity’. I think it was programmed to assume people make sense.”

“Override the error checking please lieutenant, in the circumstances it’s more important that I know approximately what someone says when they say it than have what they said with the right grammar 5 minutes after it would have been...”

“I hate to interrupt your monologue,” Rachel buts in, her expression contradicting the statement even as she says it, “but our spare turret is taking a bashing back there, we’re going to be emerging from the swarm in… fifteen seconds; and they sure know we’re here now.”

“Ok, raise starboard field and synch the system. Switch turrets to ABS rounds and load me a nova torpedo. Hayden; I want a full power turn to port the moment we’re clear, then get us back in.” Richard takes a breath and sits back in his chair just as the cannon stop firing and stars reappear in front of the ship.

The view doesn’t stay there for long. As the Pegasus bursts sideways from the carnage she reaped during her passage her main engine roars into life; the plume of plasma exhaust blasts out at a severe angle, melting down a few inconsequential fighters. The ship’s rear swings round in a tight arc leaving a wide ring of incandescent gas behind it before swinging back upon itself and straightening out into a mile long fan behind her as she dives back into the fray under full afterburner.

Afterburner - what an anachronism - ionised emissions from the fusion drives are externally compressed by magnetic fields and accelerated back along a virtual rail gun Terribly inefficient compared to any internal engines, but it saves having to almost double the length of the ship.

With deflectors humming at full power the Pegasus spears into the heart of the swarm like a nightmare shattering a dream. The intense concentration of electromagnetic fields around the ship not only deflects incoming bullets and lasers but also hurls fighters out of the ship’s way as she tunnels in. Such force comes at a price however, while nothing is penetrating in as yet, aiming out through the distortion field is similarly nigh on impossible.

“Sir! I’m picking up what I think might be two squads of five guardians converging on a small freighter with a ‘Skimmer up it’s ass.”

“Well, regardless of the somewhat imaginative description, that sounds like our cue. Shields down, manoeuvre us between the Phoenix and the second set of Guardians.”

“Which is the second set sir?”

“Whichever she isn’t firing at!”

The Pegasus’s field collapses in upon itself and the massive capacitors required to run it begin to recharge even while the ship rolls into the path of a pair of guardians, the two operational forward turrets punching a stream of osmium shells into their hulls as the go past on either side. As she continues to spin across the battlefield the Pegasus’ thrusters nudge her subtly onto a particular course; then the main engine hammers into full throttle, searing a gaping rift in one of the remaining guardians while simultaneously bringing the rolls to a shuddering halt.

“Target acquisition... Nova locked… Damn it! They’ve moved too close to the Phoenix; at that distance they’d have no chance.”

“Ok, do this the old fashioned way; keep the nova armed and ready though, we’ve got to get out of this mess later.”
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Joseph looked over the tactical screen with a concerned eye. The Swarm ships that had closed to harass the Motherships were either destroyed or had been beaten back, for now. However, while the Motherships were out of immediate danger, threats to their safety remained in abundance. The Bilibrige fighters were still fighting valiantly, despite the fact that a large part of Swarm Task Force Three had pulled back and began to compress itself into a tight ball around the fighters. Meanwhile, two arms unfurled from the dark sphere of Swarm ships, reaching out to catch the Motherships in a pincer maneuver.

Despite the fact that the Bilibrige fighters were on an apparent suicide mission to destroy as many capital ships as possible, their progress began to be impeded by an ever increasing number of Mutalisks and coralskippers. All too soon, a majority of the Bilibrige fighters appeared to be engaged in dogfights with Swarm strike craft, instead of strafing their capital ships. This, in turn, left the capital ships free to stop focusing on defense, and instead focus on moving to join their fellows in the "arms" of the Swarm formation.

Unfortunately the Thanatos, somewhat above the field of battle for the moment, had problems of its own to deal with before it could move to help anyone else. Namely, the large mass of Mutalisks swarming up from Task Force Three to deal with the ship that had just kicked the Swarm in the side.

"I'm reading somewhere between one hundred and two hundred Mutalisks in that swarm . . . it's hard to get an exact reading when they're clustered together that tightly." The tactical officer reported in a grim voice. Looking at the solid blob of red moving towards them, Joseph could see why. The Mutalisks, in standard attack run formation, had formed up into a tight line: a dense battering ram that threatened to smash its way through even the Thanatos's heavy shields and armor in a single, suicidal swoop. A dense battering ram that was nearly unstoppable, due to the fact that the Mutalisks in front would protect the ones behind them from weapons fire. Even after they died, the lead Mutalisks would still stop some of the Thanatos's shots with their bodies, before the onrushing Mutalisks that were still alive pushed the dead ones aside.

"Well, it seemed my plan worked slightly better than expected. Weapons Officer . . . I need the Stellar Converter charged . . . now."

"It's at 86% power sir . . . still charging."

This percentage was a bit lower than Joseph had expected, and he turned to his bridge engineering officer for answers.

“I had to downgrade the power output to the array a bit, captain. We had to jury-rig the power relays a bit, and if I had them set to their usual levels, they might have collapsed on us at just the wrong time. I assumed at the time that you would want an intact ship, not a blown-up one from its own weapon.”

Joseph scowled as he realized that the mutalisk swarm might reach his ship before his main weapon was ready. "D*mnit, dead from a mutalisk swarm, or dead from a critical overload of the Stellar Converter array is still dead. I don't care if you blow out half the power relays on the ship, or have to siphon energy from the life support systems, just get that array charged!! We are dead if those Mutas reach us." Joseph snarled, and watched the tactical screen with narrowed eyes as the red mass crept closer and closer to his ship. Joseph tapped his fingers against his armrest in helplessness for a moment, and then snapped, "Communications Officer, send a notice down to the Flight Bay. Tell them to launch the Valkyries and Lancers.”

“You realize that’s a suicide mission for them, don’t you?” Thomas asked, sotto voice.

“I do, but I have no choice: we must trade lives for time now. If those Mutas get to close, we risk blowing ourselves up when we fire the Stellar Converter. Helm, after the fighters and gunships have launched, bring us around so that the Stellar Converter can be brought to bear against that formation. With any luck the power coils will have finished charging by then.” Joseph ordered, his voice strong despite the bile rising in his throat.

How many people does that make for me, anyway? But then, what do another twenty-two deaths matter against 368 million?

Joseph, afraid to face the answer, turned his face away from his first officer and closed his eyes for a moment. In the darkness, he saw his wife and son.

“The Flight Commander has announced he and his wingmen are away. They are moving to engage the Mutalisk swarm.” The Communications Officer reported, followed immediately by the Helmsman. “Turning the ship now, sir.”

To an outside observer, the ungainly behemoth that was the Thanatos began to swing around, bringing its “nose” to point at the closing mass of Mutalisks. An outside observer positioned directly in front of the Thanatos might have also noticed that a somewhat eerie orange glow was beginning to appear at the tip of the Thanatos’s forward end. Meanwhile, racing away from its belly was a number of pin-sized craft: the interceptors and gunships that were moving to engage and divert the Mutalisk swarm before it could reach the Deathdealer leviathan.

“The Mutalisks have just entered the extreme range of our weapons, sir. Shall I start taking potshots at them?” The Weapons Officer announced.

“Do it, but be sure our fighters and gunships aren’t in the way.” Joseph replied, his hands now clenched around his arm rests.

On the viewscreen, dozens of streaks of light appeared as the interceptors opened fire, followed closely by the gunships. The light laser cannons that the interceptors were using were perfect for fighter vs. fighter engagements. As proof of that, no less than ten Mutalisks died under the guns of the six Valkyrie interceptors as they charged head-on at the swarm for their first pass. Several of the surviving lead Mutas fired back, but none of their biological projectiles hit as the nimble Interceptors danced out of the way and broke off their attack runs. The gunships now opened fire, and while their heavier Ion Beams were made for killing capital ships, they also proved effective against massed strike craft as the brilliant lances of super-heated ions burned their way through another dozen Mutalisks, finishing off the first wave completely.

Ordinarily, a battering ram of Mutalisks such as this would stop to engage any strike craft that attacked them, quickly overwhelming the offending ships with an unbelievable concentration of firepower. This time, however, the Muta-ram continued on its current course, and only a handful of Mutalisks detached from the swarm to give chase.

“Hmm . . . that’s odd. Usually the Mutalisks are stupid enough to fall upon anything that comes close enough for them to shoot at.” Thomas muttered, an odd note of relief in his voice.

“They’ve gotten a whole lot smarter, it seems. Or maybe they’re under strict orders to continue attacking us regardless of what happens.” The Weapons Officer answered as he tapped commands into his console. Now that the fighters and gunships had broken off from their attack-run, the Weapons Officer had a clear shot, which he put to good use by stabbing out with the Thanatos’s Tachyon Cannons.

Meant completely for use against capital ships, the Tachyon Cannons were massive overkill as the white-hot beams of energy leapt out from their armored cradles to smash into the oncoming swarm. Despite the Weapon Officer’s skill, however, only one of the beams directly hit the second wave of Mutalisks, vaporizing a large hole through the center of that wave and continuing on through the next three ranks. Several of the Mutalisks are the periphery of the blast were also killed, too badly charred by the Tachyon beam’s passing to continue.

“They also seem to be moving a lot slower than your ordinary Mutalisks, too.” Thomas observed, a note of worry creeping into his voice. Mutalisks never moved slow . . . they drove in for the kill, or died trying to reach their target.

The Tactical Officer, analyzing the damage that the Tachyon Cannon had done to the Muta swarm, suddenly paled.

“Oh sh*t. Sir, I just managed to get a glimpse at the rear of that mass of Mutalisks coming at us. I only got a quick glimpse of the formation’s rear, as a number of Mutalisks moved up to fill the hole our Heavy Tachyon cannon just punched in their lines, but . . . “

“But what?” Joseph asked, staring at the tactical screen as the officer manipulated it to display a close-in view of the on-coming swarm.

“Coming up immediately behind this group of Mutas, and partially surrounded by them, are a group of Guardians sir. I think there might also be one or two Devourers mixed in there as well.”

“So that’s why the Mutalisks are moving so slowly, they have to allow the Guardians and Devourers to keep up.” Thomas said, underlining the fact that this part of the Brood, at least, seemed to be learning some tactical strategy.

“Well, we really are in trouble then people, if that Stellar Converter array isn’t charged soon . . . even if we manage to blow away most of those Mutalisks, the Guardians and Devourers coming up from behind them will finish us.”

“Stellar Converter at 94% charge, sir.” The Weapons Officer reported, a new sense of desperation added to his movements as he fired off more of the ship’s weaponry. With the Heavy Tachyon cannons still recharging, and the plasma cannons having far too short of range to hit the Mutalisks at this point, all that left was the Graviton beams.

The onrushing swarm was still beyond the optimum firing range for the Graviton beams, but the Weapons Officer fired them anyway, managing to score two hits with them. One Graviton beam struck a Mutalisk directly in its chest, tearing its heart out in an explosion of gore and ichor. The second Graviton beam struck a Mutalisk in the right wing, tearing it off and sending the unfortunate creature careening into one of its comrades.

Seeing the weapon flashes of the Graviton beams, several of the gunners in the point-defense turrets also fired. Their targets were far outside of the point-defense Rail Guns’ effective range, but somehow one of the near-light slugs hit, either due to incredible luck or amazing skill. The baseball-sized slug smashed into the Mutalisk’s upper right torso, tearing off its right wing and a good chunk of its body in the process. Unfortunately, this Mutalisk did not crash into any of its companions, but simply died as its numerous brethren surged on.

“96% charge, sir.” The Weapons Officer reported several seconds later, as the Mutalisks moved into optimum firing range of the Graviton beams. Again, the bright greenish-blue beams stabbed out, and this time they were much more effective, each beam hitting a target. One beam actually struck a single Mutalisk’s wing, ripped it off, and then struck another Mutalisk’s wing, which belonged to the one flying immediately beside the first victim. This caused both Mutalisks to lose the opposite wing, and so they careened out of control in opposite directions: i.e. straight into one another.

The interceptors and gunships, still burdened with a number of Mutalisks harassing them, continued to attack the swarm anyway without regard for personal safety. Even so, they only managed to destroy another seven Mutalisks all told, as the interceptors sought to keep the harassing Mutalisks away from the cumbersome gunships. The Mutalisk swarm, lightened by eighteen, continued to close unfazed with the Thanatos. And safely tucked away at the rear of the Mutalisk swarm, the Guardians and Devourers began to ready their plasma and acidic weapons.

“98% charge, sir.” The Weapons Officer reported, sweat beginning to bead on his brow as he continued to stab and stab at the unstoppable mass of Mutalisks with his weapons. The mass bled and wept the broken bodies of its members, but continued to advance.

The nose of the Thanatos now appeared to be alight, as the orange glow reached a brilliant pitch. An orange line of fire had also appeared, running a short way back from the tip of the Thanatos, as if the ship’s bow was about to split apart and explode.

After tapping a few buttons, the Tactical Officer was able to call up a solid orange line on the tactical screen that was located only a short distance from the approaching Mutalisk swarm. “They’ve almost crossed the minimum safe distance to fire the Stellar Converter.” The Tactical Officer reported, and then turned to face Joseph. “It has to be now, sir.”

“Weapons Officer . . .”

“99% sir.”

“Alright. Open the Cradle. When the Stellar Converter is 100% charged, drop shields and fire. Don’t wait for my order. Communications Officer, tell those interceptors and gunships to break off their attacks immediately.”

“Aye, sir.”

At the touch of a few safety-covered buttons on the Weapons Officer’s console, the nose of the Thanatos did indeed split open. With the barest of shudders the armor plating on the bow of the Deathdealer leviathan parted, creating a large crack that brilliant yellow-orangish light poured through. Although it would be impossible to look inside the crack at this time without becoming temporarily blinded, if one could look through the crack while the Stellar Converter was not charged, one would see row upon row of magnetic accelerations and power coils, running through nearly the length of the entire ship.

Although the machinery was somewhat redundant, it was complex, and a solid hit against it would probably cripple the Stellar Converter, and possibly the Thanatos as well, given how deeply the weapon array ran into the massive ship. Therefore, the Cradle, the thickly armored hatch located at the tip of the Deathdealer leviathan was generally opened only when the Stellar Converter was about to fire. Likewise, the shields also had to be dropped when the Stellar Converter was fire, lest part of the conversion field bounce back at the firing ship itself.

Thus, it was little surprise that the Weapons Officer hurriedly through the procedure, rapidly going from one stage of firing to the next.

“Stellar Converter at 100%. Dropping shields, and firing.”

On the viewscreen, a massive, almost blinding beam of golden light shot from the mouth of Thanatos, and plowed into the Mutalisk swarm. The effect was not noticeable at first, but it was dramatic. Bathed in the golden beam of the Stellar Converter, the lead Mutalisks appeared to glow with an inner light that quickly grew stronger and stronger, until they suddenly flashed out of existence. They did not explode, nor were vaporized, but simply ceased to existence as the converted matter within them reached critical mass and they suddenly transformed into pure energy. This energy then fed the conversion field, spreading it to the other nearby Mutalisks like some sort of plague. Between this cascade effect and the beam continuing to slash deeper and deeper through the heart Mutalisk swarm, the effect of the Stellar Converter was completely devastating. At the rear of the formation, the Guardians and Devourers felt the death screams of their screening brethren up ahead, and attempted to escape. It was, however, too late, and the Stellar Converter beam finally burned through the last of the screening Mutalisks and began to transform them into energy. The somewhat simple brains of the Guardians and Devourers were overloaded with pain as their bodies literally melted away under the terrible light of the Stellar Converter.

Eventually, however, the conversion process reached an end as the amount of matter greatly dropped off, starving the conversion field of the energy it needed to consume additional matter. What energy was left was cast off as light, heat, and a massive shockwave that expanded rapidly from the epicenter of the horrible destruction.

On the bridge of the Thanatos, the viewscreen darkened to near opacity to reduce the amount of light coming from the destroyed Mutalisk swarm to acceptable levels. As the last of the Stellar Converter’s golden light left the Thanatos, the Weapons Officer immediately reversed the process he used to fire it, raising shields and then closing the Cradle. A few seconds later, the massive shockwave reached the Thanatos. “Strap yourselves in and brace yourselves!!” Joseph yelled, then held on for dear life as the world around him went insane. As the shockwave hit, the bow of the Thanatos went up and sideways, sending a massive jolt throughout the ship and throwing anyone not strapped down across the room. Strapped tightly into his command chair, Joseph gasped as the restraints bit into his chests, and struggled to breathe as the straps cut deeper into him and prevented him from sucking in enough air to avoid asphyxiation. Joseph failed, and his brain began to do the only thing it knew to do in such a situation: shut down, and hope air come back into supply very soon. Fortunately for Joseph, the straps suddenly loosened as the shockwave passed, leaving him only with dark spots in his field of vision for a few moments.

“Report!” he wheezed, hoping his ship had gotten off as lightly as he did.

“That . . . that was a bit closer than I would have liked.” Thomas remarked, and the Tactical Officer snorted in reply.

“A bit closer? The lead Mutalisks were well within the minimum safe distance. If they had been any closer, we would be dead.”

“Status?” Joseph said, not wanting to hear the Tactical Officer’s complaints about not being dead, but rather wanted to know how badly his ship had been hurt.

“Frontal shields down to 56%, Front-Port 67%, Front-Starboard-65%. There does not appear to be any damage to the hull.” The Tactical Officer replied a moment later, after checking his screen.

“Aye, but I don’t know how well these jury-rigged repairs are going to hold up if you keep jostling them around like that!” The Engineering Officer whined.

For now, Joseph ignored him as he sought to find out what he could about his enemies’ condition, now that he knew what his own was.

“How many of the Swarm ships are left nearby?” Joseph demanded, and the Tactical officer grinned as he looked at the tactical screen, then reported, “There’s maybe a squadron of Mutalisks left, and two Guardians that somehow survived the blast, although they’re heavily damaged. Hmm . . . one Devourer survived too, relatively intact. Tough bastard, that one. All of our interceptors and gunships were clear of the conversion field at the time of firing, so they’re all in good condition, except Lancer 3 . . . he seems to have taken a good beating on his shields. I think they should be able to finish off the remaining Swarm ships easily.”

“Shall I relay those orders to the Flight Commander, sir?” The Communications Officer asked, but Joseph shook his head.

“Tactical Officer, what’s the situation with the rest of the convoy? Are they holding up?”

“Let’s see . . . looks like a majority of the other ship captains are currently engaging the hyper-slipstream gate arm in combat, and attempting to clear a path for the Motherships through the Swarm. D*mn, they seem to have entirely neglected the shipyard-side arm however, and its closing on the Motherships from behind.”

Just at that moment, the tactical screen reported that the Bilibrige Shipyards had fired its phasers, and two of the CoralDevtators making up the shipyard-side of the arm simply disappeared from the tactical screen as they were tore apart.

“Having a shipyard firing isn’t exactly neglect.” The Weapons Officer said with a snort, but Thomas was quick to answer.

“Yes, but how long can the Bilibrige Shipyards keep it up? I doubt they’ll be able to get another MAC round off before they’re taken out, and I’ll give them two, maybe three more phaser bursts before the end. That’s not enough to stop all of those ships, and it sure as h*ll isn’t going to stop the smaller strike craft that the Swarm loves using.”

Joseph thought for a moment, and then made his decision. “Alright, I’d rather not leave a wounded enemy alive, especially a Swarm enemy. We’ll finish off the survivors of the Stellar Converter, then go back to attack that arm and keep them off the Motherships. Likewise, I’d rather not wade our overweight ship into a place where shipyard-grade phasers are flying at. Therefore, we’ll send our interceptors and gunships in first, and we’ll send them now so that the Motherships will have at least some sort of cover until we get there. Communications Officer, open a channel to the ships fighting the Swarm near the gate. They need to be apprised of the danger to the Motherships as well.”

“Aye sir. You’re on.”

Joseph took a deep breath, then began.

“Attention allied ships, this is Captain Joseph McKinley of the Thanatos. There is a group of Swarm ships approaching the Motherships from behind. The Bilibrige Shipyard is concentrating its firepower against it, but the Shipyard isn’t going to last much longer. The Thanatos is moving to intercept this arm of Swarm ships, but we are going to need some support. If one or two of you can disengage from your current field of engagement to join us, I would appreciate it. McKinley out.”
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Re: Onslaught: The Flight

*The space around the shipyard was a scene from the darkest of nightmares. Hellish, biological creatures buzzed around the mechanical monstrosity of towers, platforms and gun turrets. All about the station was the sound of fighting, the varied screams of humanity flooding blood soaked corridors and mixing with ear-pericing shrieks and indistinguishable alien cries. The swarm was everywhere. All of the vessels that had docked here not long ago were now too busy to save those left behind.

All that is, but one...

EO: GOD DAMN DOCKING CLAMPS!! ARGH!!!!!!! *Clang!* *Clang!* *BASH!* *Clang!* *Crunch!*

*The Yamato should've left at the same time as the others. She should be with them now, protecting humanities last hope, making use of what remained of her impressive array of rapid targeting laser cannons, missile bays as well as the devesating multi-plasma/tachyon stream shock cannons. But no. Instead, the centuries old warship was still fastened tight to the battered shipyards thanks to a mass of wires and metal that had decided to fuse inself to the Yamato. And the EO of said ship was currently letting it know what he felt using his fried out cutting tools to vent his frustation.*

EO: It's no good sir. Every I get settled into slicing this damn block another power surge rips through the melted circuits and screws with my equipment. I just lost my fourth electro-welder."

*Hewitt tried hard but the rising verbal vulgarity erupted beyond his control this time, filling the vast bridge and most likely easily heard by the large number of bridge crew busy at the control panel on the deck below the command module. He stopped when an explosion outside cut him off, then had to reach out wildly to prevent himself from falling as the entire conning tower shook violently a split second later. Loud groans made there way up and down the stranded vessel as she rocked back and forth, the docking clamps resiting the motion as much as possible.*

Hewitt: God damn it, EO. We can't hope to hold off these critters forever, I NEED you get us free now before the ship tears herself apart!

EO: It can't be done sir. I'm sorry captain but we ain't goin' no where.

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*Firing his assualt rifle, Hoste is splatted with even more blood as the face-hugger is shattered from the impact of the projectiles. Looking around, he sees the crew battling furiously with the flood aliens. The vast majority of them were the face-huggers, crablike and amazing fast and agile, yet able to dodge very quickly. A few were also captured crewmembers, their faces covered by the face-huggers and their bodies under their control. Top military scientists who had disected captured and converted officers had reported that their minds were completly overwritten, their bodies would eventually fall apart due to the unstable transformation process.*

*Scanning the tatical displays, Hoste is sadden to see many of them offline, shattered of simple black from the input of null data from destroyed sensor stations. A few vibrations that could be the heavy phaser turrets firing or more landing craft ramming into the station reverbed throughout the deck. A weapons specialist, untangling himself from a converted station member's body, hits several controls on his station.*

Weapons Officer: "Sir.... we lost 90% of our offensive ability. Shields have failed on all sections, boarders coming in all over the place..... most of our phasers are offline."

Hoste: "What about our MAC cannon?"

Weapons Officer: "Minimal power.... wait.... sir apparently the crew in that section.... just themselves off. Looks like they have bought themselves some time.... they are indicated they got the cannon online.... sir they are trapped."

*Outside the command deck, the security forces struggle to hold off the invades. Zerglings, exomorpths, and converted beings rush at the barricades only to be cut down by the security forces, making the floor slippery with blood and internal organs. The commander of the squad looks into the chamber, holding his stomach and intestines, one of his eyes a bleeding hole, with the other filled with determination. Hitting the emergency sealing control. Hoste holds eye contact with the doomed soldier as he pulls out a grenade with shaking hands. As soon as the door is sealed the muffled sound of a grenade is heard, and silence is heard for a short time, before scratching noises are heard outside the chamber.*

Hoste: "We don't have much time. They knew what they were doing. What's the status of that convey?"

Science Officer: "Most of the ships are engaging the arm in from of the hyper-slipstream gate. A few are holding off the otherarm from flanking the motherships, but they are going to be overwhelmed. Most of our fighters are gone, those that remain.... they are triggering self-destruct system to cause as much damage as possible. Oh shit..... the Yamato is still docked to us, she apparently is tangled up."

Hoste: "Arm the MAC cannon, pinpoint shot if possible. I hate to do this...... arm the projectile for maximum damage. Target the arm behind the motherships. As for the Yamato.... do we have the matter transporters still online?"

Weapons Officer: "Barely? You want me to teleport their entire ship outside?"

Hoste: "As far away from us as possible."

Weapons Officer: "You doing what I think you want me to do? You know the risks."

Hoste: "I know, we shall have to trust to luck. Fire the MAC cannon and get the Yamato out of here... NOW!"

*Outside, the MAC cannon flares once again, and fires another projectile. The projectile flies true, ramming into unfortunate enemy ships. Approaching the arm, aimed at the "joint", it flies true, and then glows brighter and explodes. Superaccelerated fragements covered in plasma fly all over the area, tearing apart ships with violence that, both friend and foe. The end result is a even large hole in the enemy formations, one that is filled with the fragemented remains of both friendly and enemy vessels.*

Hoste: "How was that?"

Science Office: "Looks like we managed to disrupt their formations significantly. Friends ships.... minimal damage at worse."

Hoste: "Good, there is only one thing left to do."

*Looking over at his Weapons Officer, he sees the officer's face tighten, and he nods also.*

Weapons Officer: "I don't want to be turned."

Hoste: "Then let's do it."

*Walking calmly, feeling to calm, Hoste flips up a panel, staring at a number panel. The large blast doors bend inwards, then finally fly off their hinges. The Weapons Officer, one who Hoste didn't even know the name to, pulled out his assualt rifle and a sword, standard issue one, firing furiously at the invades, only to be decapitated by a Vong warrior, who in his leap hasd taken a full clip to the chest and fell onto the body of the Weapons Office, the two of them mixing lifefluids. Knowing his time was almost up, Hoste grunts, feeling icy cold pain ripple through his chest. Looking down to see the twin ends of a zerling's mouth sticking through his chest, he laughs. With shaking hands, he types in 0-0-0 onto the pad. Trailing blood his finger hovers over the 'enter' button, then with determination hits it as he is torn in half.*

*Outside, the Bilibrige shipyards, known far and wide for the quality and number of ships produced, the sheer number of docks, the varried number of ships made. Throughout it's long history it had never fallen to enemy hands, only handed over through treaties, until it became neutral territory. Until now, until the final war. Thus a ancient protocal had been restored, a system tied directly into the main reactors repaired, a system that created a overload, bringing the reactors to meltdown. A system that ended Bilibrige shipyards long history with a massive explosion, consuming the shipyards, enemy fleets, the tendils of the explosion and debris even striking the ships around the mothership, both enemy and friendly.*

Inspectre
Your ship, being closest to the MAC projectile takes a heavy does of the shrapenal. Your port shields fail under the onslaught, taking out most of your port weapons and punching through the hull, some fragements even tearing out the other end. You port sublight engine also fades, with reactor systems overloading. Mothership #4 catches your ship in a tractor beam and manages to pull you in close enough to share shield energy to keep you from being left behind and give you a chance to restore some systems. Fortunally your Steller Converter is still relatively intact aside from minor internal damange.

No Dachi
As you struggle with your systems after the power drain, you detect a craft within the swarm ranks. Obviously one of the converted, it is covered in some kind of bio-film, but you are able to make out that it's hull composition is the same as your own hull. As you process this information, 3 squadrons of coralskippers break off and move in to engage you.

Flapjack
Your strategy creates several holes in the enemy formations, so many that several guardians and a few coraldevastators break formation, form up and come after your ship, escorted by a whole wave of coralskippers.

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Without warning, you find your ship in the middle of the main battle. Your ship, while free of the main dock, is still entangled within the docking clamps and section of the dock. Several coralskippers come towards you, only to be destroyed by 2 remaining flights of Federation fighters. Mothership #2 captures you in a tractor beam until you can get your ship stabilized.

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Mothership #3 hails you.
"Attention, we have boarders. OUr main cargo bay doors have not been installed, and somehow several swarm have made their way into the cargo bay section. Our forces are thinned our here, and you are the only one small enough to get in. Just fly in towards the bay, we have about 47 zerglings and several Vong squads in the bay that need to be taken care of."

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You crew reacts with the discipline honed by the finest traditions, are you are able to drive off the attacks. As you watch the monitors, you see the 3 squadron of coralskippers swarms to No Dachi's ship, along with towards the other side several guardians approaching, their plasma ports glowing as they charge up to fire.

Wo2
Your ship threads through the wave of enemy ships, taking several powerful hits, but returning each and every blow and theresome. Your ship manages to get to the back of the Task Force, thus the only thing between you and the hyper-slipstream gate is empty space. The rest of the task force is turned away from you, concentrating on the motherships as they slowely approach.

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You notice the situation developting with Red Sky at Dawn, both the coralskipper squadron and the guardians, but your sensors also reveal a wave of suicial mutalists moving in towards both the Red Sky at Dawn and the Imperial Dreadnaught. The mutalisks are escorted by another wave of coralskippers, many of which break off to engage mothership #4, which appears to be towing a heavily damaged ship.

Shadow275
You form up with Mothership #3, only to see it's shields around the cargo bay fail and several ships make their way into it. The shield is reformed, however the invasion does nothing to ablate the onslaught from the swarm onto the mothership. You also see several more troop transports, slower and large craft that can hold about 25 Vong warriors apiece fly towards the mothership, along with several dozen leechers, wormlike creatures that stick onto shields and drain the energy until they can't absorb anymore and then explode.


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Re: Onslaught: The Flight

*flapjack held tight as the gaurdians hit the USS stellar voyage's aft shields, the ship shuddering heavily under the impact and a random panel sending sparks off into the bridge. The operations officer quickly recovered and yelled out a damage report*

operations: Aft shields at 40%, minor damage to engineering section, EPS overload on deck 3, section C and D, rerouting power to those sections

tactical: hostile coralskippers in front of have been kindly removed from space

operations: great, then try doing the same to those ships behind us

tactical: now how am i supposed to hit those things? i've only got 3 phasers there

*the tactical officer quickly hits a few controls and the three aft phasers fire again, pulverising 3 of the chasing coralskippers*

operations: that won't do, those coraldevastators are going to rip us apart

me: helm, let's do some wacked maneuvering, keep the Impulse fields at full power but stop the main drive, then bring us about ON THRUSTERS ONLY

helm: sir, that's against regulations, we're not allowed to....

No1: do as the captain says before i relieve you of duty and let you handle those ships with your bare hands !!

helm: aye, sir

me: tactical, when we come about, give those devastators a taste of our photon torpedoes

tactical: my pleasure sir

*The USS stellar voyage's main drive suddenly appeared to shutdown while the ship continued on its course, slowly begin to drift as it did. Suddenly several thrusters ignite on the ship's hull and push the ship's nose back in the other direction, now facing towards the coraldevastators as the tactical officer again hits his control panel in what appears to be an uncontrolled spasm but what proves out to be a well coordinated barrage of attacks, a single photon torpedo being fired at the lead coraldevastator and detonating when it attempted to stop the torpedo with its Dovil Basions and succeeding, but detonating the torpedo in the process and causing the annihilation of the singularity, which in turn results in a much more powerfull blast, easily destroying the first coraldevastator and sending several others spiralling around randomly as well as wiping out nearly half of the coralskippers flying escort. At almost the same time the phaser arrays fired at full power, each targetting a gaurdian and each crippling its target*

operations: what the, that blast was way more then the yield of that torpedo

me: correct, they use singularities remember

tactical: oh yea, nice shooting if i say so myself

helm: <scared voice> now could i turn the ship back?? </scared voice>
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"Seems its time I moved, good day my fair captain. Perhaps we shall yet meet again"
The Titanium Angel heads fast towards the gripping the metatron staff with it one good arm. Foregoing any fights along the way dodgin past any stray ships, stopping suddenly of the open cargo hold

"Why have you stopped?"
SAt's vocie hailing over the inteal communcations
"Somthings not right, but im sure its nothing forget it"
Geth'lath trying to get rid thoiugh that somthing was going to happen. The Mecha flies within the open doorway, clearing the sides by a few feet. The cargo bay was littered with some supplies, an industrial space welder in the center of the room
"I dont see anyone, and your sensors are not picking anyhting up right Sat?"
Asking the just as confused Ai
"Id have to agree there although there a lot of interferance, im getting weak signals coming back. Must be somthing to do with the walls or a nearby machinery, there is nothing i can do about it"
Flaoting forward slowly Geht'lath pondering for a moment.
"Accoridng to control they gve close to exact figures unless.."
Jerking back at the control's sharply the Mecha falling backwards as the arm of the welder swings around, its tip abalze with black fire. Barly skimming across the chest of the mecha, but leaving behind a scorched line, seconds later a bright four second flash cuts arm cleanly in two.

A thundering flash of light the welder exploding as its fuel ignited, the Titanium Angel falling upon its back hitting floor of the bay hard. Geht'lath shaking his head it felt like a band was marching in there right now.
"Sat!, Sat whats our status. Sat"
Sighing in vain clnehcing a fist angrily
"No need to shout I was just reconfiguering the communications, most my systems where temparly knocked offline in the explosion, with as weak as the armour is right now. Anyway it appears as though we have comapny, Ive no idea how figured that trap out but figure a way to get us out this as well"
Geth'lath grumbling and moaing in pain his head still feeling groggy a dull thuding pain his close companion right now, jerking at the controls a lot harsher than before.

Struggling to get up the Titamium Angel starts flaot a few inches above the ground, stil holding tightly onto the staff takes a heavy handed swing dowwards. Sending a chaotic sprawl of crate containes mixed with pulversied Zerling remains, anothe swing follwing on still bearing much same speed as the last, a low sweep across the whole of cargo bay sending sparks as it srapped agsint the floor but crushing the remainder of clsoe combat zerglings. Some the Vong being caught of gaurd by the sudden movment. Geht'lath feeling his anger rise somhow the sight of such creatures seemed to sicken him, a stomach wrenching fear grasping at him for no obivious resaon. He had adavanatge about here, or as it fact that he was no better than them murders and killers alike, sharing a strnage bond of guilt.
"NOOOO I have grown beyond the likes of you, I shall becme your final vision of misery. Die a painfull death you lesser ones"
A sudden shout of anger somthing snapping inside of him the Titanium Angel lundging forward sweeping low onc mor with the staff sneidng a squad of Vong flying agisnt the wall fast, blood stained floors and wall where they impacted such was they speed of the hit. Swiping again hard sending soem Viongs onto their back letting the mechas fall forward without propulsion suddenly, falling falt upon the helpless fools. It would hurt them a lot mroe than it would him, a widl madening grin paitned across Geth'laths face Sat's vocie whining in the abcground but drowned out by cry of vocies in his hea
"Kill them, their woethless to you, worhtless, kill them, kill them, kill them.."
Dropping the staff as ladns with dent in the bay, grabbing a Vong but its hands and squeessing the creature with ease, Geht'lath unable to stop a wildface joy from his face as silence seemed to come to aby ocne again, blood stains littering the floor, disbodied parts lying randomly on the floor, pools of blood collecting toghtor like spil water

"SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP"
Geth'lath letting go of the controls, the Mecha falls one of the walls of the bay, a testiment of chaos sprawled about him, containers spilt open or widly lying oin floor, bodes of Zerglings and Vongs lay on floor like forgotten dolls. A silence everywhere but one place
"Shut up, shut up, please shut up.."
Tears starting to from in the his eyes, its been long time since he cried. He knew it even when he lost his only faily he never shed a tear, killed his colleges and freidns at the test center uttelry destroying the place. The memeories clear as glass still within his mind, their faces and smiles, their laugher, their cries of pain and anguish.
"All my fault, all mine"
Tears flowing like river Geth'lath silenlty sibbing to himself the tautns of his victims his only compaions anymore, maoning and whining in his head
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Re: Onslaught: The Flight

Drake strides along the deck with a purpose, passing the entry hatch, and crossing the void into the crew quarters, he picks up speed. Reaching his door in a matter of seconds, in its still vaguely open stance, he grabs at the handle, rushing inside. Jumping across the double bed, Drake smiles. What good memories that place holds. he thinks quietly to himself. Pulling the mattress up and off the bed completely, he reveals the dark, rather scratched metal case, around 4 feet long, and 4 inches wide. Dropping it onto the frame at a new angle, he enters the code on the top, and looks down regretfully at the Space core emblem, before hitting enter. The box hisses at the edges, a wisp of white smoke popping nicely out in a small curly plume as the lids vacuum preserving seal detaches. A small timer flashes up on the lid of the worn box. 30 seconds until total sealant removal. Turning around, Drake clasps his helmet, and lowers it to the bed also. Throwing his blasters down next to the box, he begins to try and formulate a strategy

Meanwhile.

On the bridge, the crew are plunged into chaos. Sitting in the captain’s chair, taking pot shots at passing coralskippers, Laura is swiftly barking orders at the crew, to get them to maintain visual locking on enemy targets. The Helm reports a pair of enemy Guardian frigate wings incoming.
“Evasive manoeuvres. Pick your targets gentlemen. I have an idea Drake taught me a while back that might get us out of this.”
The doctor helps Ash slowly to his feet. Staggering back to his seat, he dismisses the good man, and beings plotting an escape vector. Seconds later, he falls back into the seat, unconscious. Laura kisses his cheek for the effort he’s putting into the situation, before shooting a single coralskipper from the underside turrets. The Gunners focus on the mass of stalking mutalists with their barrage of fire, Round after hot laser round pour into the group, a collection of scuffles throwing a bare small number of mutalists into one another, their shoals giving them protection yet struggling to allow for casualties to drop out, causing more damage with each that falls.

In the cabin, the small ticker flashes up 25 seconds. Drake is looking at the photos on his dusty shelf. Scanning over one of Laura’s, from the first meeting with her, on planet leave, Miranda VI, a small, off the track spacebar, not the place you’d expect to meet such a woman. The case beeps again, 20 seconds. He walks over to the wardrobe, and unclips his Belt, and slides the skin-tight suit off. Loosening his silk shirt, he straps his belt back on, and looks into the mirror. Looking at the unscarred charismatic appearance. He laughs out loud as the 15 countdown beeps.

Laura orders the helm 10 degrees to port. Complying as the p of port comes from her mouth, the ship drifts dutifully around, to face the closely packed wing of 5 guardians bearing down to the port side. The Pegasus flashes up on the viewscreen, moving to block the port.. Smiling, Laura begins to calculate the next move.
“Load the mine launcher. One single charge. And Raise the shields. Full front. This might hurt slightly.”
“But La…”
“No. Ahead full please.”
“Yes… ma’am.”

Drake looks at the counter. 5 seconds. Pushing his hair back, he clips his sash in place, and turns as the box clicks open. The hinges opening slowly in front of him, the deep purple crushed velvet lining glistening in the poor light of the room. The Case swings open ever slower, in his mind. The light slowly begins to fill the box, reflecting now back off the tightly moulded, ornately carved silver sword sheath, and as the box pops open and the sword basks in the light for a brief second, as Drake takes the proper time to run his hand along the sheath, reading the words inscribed, like brail, to himself. Grasping the finely woven leather handgrip, he swings up, and tucks it neatly into his waist sash, the white silk barely blossoming as he does it. As he does it, He steps out the hatch on the door, and walks slowly toward the connecting ladder. He says
“To engineering.”

The ship jolts slightly as the Engines kick in. Flying through space straight toward the Pegasus, plasma jets tearing a large hole into the side of the mutalist swarm, knocking them into each other like dominos in the hands of a heavy handed child. About 3 seconds later, Laura shouts:
“Activate rear thrust, and angle downward please. Also, deactivate engines.”
The ship jolts again, and begins to flip itself the full 180.
“Full fire please, hit as much as possible!”
The laser barrels on the outside of the ship glow white, as the shots pour from the tips, smashing holes in countless ships, at a multitude of angles, like the effect of lasers at a disco ball. As the ships momentum carries it almost into the hull of the Pegasus, Laura shouts again:
“Ahead full! Continuous fire pattern. Shoot the buggers!”
Shots fire left and right, lashing into the hull of a pair of Coralskippers as they fly under the hull of the Pegasus. As the plasma flames roar from the rear four-point engine, they contact with the Pegasus’ hull, burning off the paintwork, scorching the metal underneath, like a small love bite, ship to ship. Roaring off back toward the engaging 5 guardians, Laura mutters:
“Now its time to get close darlin’, not lights off bed close, but not far short…Drake dear, you are quite silly sometimes…”

Sliding down the ladder, drake lands promptly on the engineering level. The round room he stands in contains his ships power supply, its Rare, very powerful Twin Cam, Duel carbon, 8 cylinder injection Plasma drive. Coursing with raw plasma, a single gunshot could potentially rupture the drive, causing it to spill and explode within the confines of the ship. Seeing the second Ship, crashed, and its ooze dripping down onto the plates near the drive, he panics, and seeing its open, panics little more. Grasping the data pad from the console he just crept too, he begins typing a set of commands. About 20 seconds later, he starts scanning the room again, from his vantage point 20 metres above. Spotting the last alien sees it looking at the lower hatch, waiting for it to open. Looking at the drop, Drake smiles. Leaping right over the guardrail, he begins his decent.

“Range 1000km and closing.”
“Arm the mine.”
“500km”
The Guardians pour flak forward, the resin shells passing into the shield, a multitude breaking through the strong defenses. Ripping into the hull, they score small cuts, similar to that of mosquito bites. The first shots from the guardian’s main weapons rain in, smashing heavily into the front shields. Shaking, the ship withstands shot after shot of bio plasma from the ships main weapon. Checking her Readout, Laura takes 35% shields remaining to be a bad sign. The ship shakes, as the first bio plasma impacts on the hull, burning the dried blood right off.
“Ready launcher.”
Laura leans onto the grapple controls. Setting it to reverse. She looks up.
“Ready laser cannons, all on the right.”
“100 km”
“Fire the mine.”

Drake keys in the enter button, and the plasma drive flickers momentarily. Drake however, begins to slow, his instant deceleration dropping to about a 1/3rd of its last measure. The computer beeps, and a 33% reduction in gravity allow his fall to become graceful, and agile. Tucking it in, He grasps the hilt of the sword once more, its rough leather tightening swiftly under his tempered grip. Drawing it slowly at first, the plasma drives phosphorescent glow creating an eerie reflection on the finely wrought 3.5-foot long sabre. As the blade clears its sheath, he looks down at the alien some 5 metres away now, as it turns to face him, raising its long spear into a combat ready position. A long second later, his readied blade arch’s down quickly, slamming into the spear of the beast, the glow from his blade dissipating as quickly as it came. Hitting the pad with his other hand, he begins a set of furious slashes, left and right, and back to ready, each blocked equally easily by the alien. Swinging its spear forward, he spins around the bladed head, parrying it with the reverse of his sword, before bringing the blade back down for a powerful slash through its shoulder. Diving to the side, the proud vong warrior lands heavily on the metal grill. Pumping down on the data pad again, he jumps into the air, raising his sword above his head, ready to strike. The alien looks stunned, as Drake hovers in mid air for a split second, before hitting the gravity control back to normal. Dropping down, his silver blade impacts on the aliens shoulder. Driving right through. Kicking it in the stomach as he lands, Drake grasps hold of the hilt once more, as the alien doubles in pain. Pulling the blade clear, cascading red across onto the deck and the side of the reactor, Drake decapitates the beast in one swing, the neck, flesh and bone ripped clean off with the ease of a hot tempered blade through warm butter. Dropping to the deck, exhausted, Drake smiles.

The mine fly’s from the clasp, smashing the first Guardian full on, the explosion blowing apart its carapace, shattering it into space. The rear of the lead guardian however remains largely intact. As predicted, Laura fires the grapple into the hail of fire, and the wire travels for a brief second, before the screen flashes red with a hit. The weight of the guardian, coupled with the speeds of the relative masses cause the grapple to bend, taking the phoenix around with it. The lasers fire hard from the flank of the ship, ripping hard into the guardian to its left, tearing a multitude of holes into its side, before the cable snaps, and The ship rockets toward on a collision course.
“Ahead full! Pull up!”

The phoenix, pulling up quickly, but not quick enough, smashes into the underbelly of the guardian. The Ship shakes violently, the bridge crew knocked from their feet once more as the upper outer hull scrapes along the belly of the giant spider. The phoenix flutters out from behind, a mass of laser fire following it.
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