Fleet Command: Squadron Leader.
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"By your leave captain?" Tom asked. Eric nodded and Tom began to leave the bridge. He hesitated on the threshold. "Captain, we didn't do too badly since they had a one gun and and one squad advantage on us."
Lucy acknowledged Eric's command with a nod, then turned to face the main view screen just as the armored shutters slid back into place.
"FTL drive stable at ninety-five percent, Fort Norton Co-ordinates locked in, Commencing jump."
Blue energy crackled along the Venture's Hull as the ship began to accelerate, merging into a mass of energy at the bow before the ship tore a hole in subspace and vanished.
On the bridge a crewmen let out a sigh that was soon echoed by cheers throughout the ship when Lucy made her next announcment.
"Transition into hyperspace successful, we are away. ETA is nine hours, i say again, nine hours. Ship's internal time is now set to night cycle, all crew move to stand down status. Bridge out."
"FTL drive stable at ninety-five percent, Fort Norton Co-ordinates locked in, Commencing jump."
Blue energy crackled along the Venture's Hull as the ship began to accelerate, merging into a mass of energy at the bow before the ship tore a hole in subspace and vanished.
On the bridge a crewmen let out a sigh that was soon echoed by cheers throughout the ship when Lucy made her next announcment.
"Transition into hyperspace successful, we are away. ETA is nine hours, i say again, nine hours. Ship's internal time is now set to night cycle, all crew move to stand down status. Bridge out."
Eric looked at Tom.
"One squadron that Calliope could have brought down easily. One gun that our shields could have absorbed had they not been down for Mila to land."
He looked back at the armored shutters.
"If we can only win in a fair-or dare I say it, in OUR favor-fight, we won't be getting very far."
"One squadron that Calliope could have brought down easily. One gun that our shields could have absorbed had they not been down for Mila to land."
He looked back at the armored shutters.
"If we can only win in a fair-or dare I say it, in OUR favor-fight, we won't be getting very far."
"We'll get better. I don't expect us to make those mistakes again captain. If we do, we don't deserve to win even when the odds are in our favour. Goodnight captain."
Tom descended from the bridge to his crews quarters and quickly retold what was about to happen. He ordered his men to stand down and head to bed then followed his own orders.
Tom descended from the bridge to his crews quarters and quickly retold what was about to happen. He ordered his men to stand down and head to bed then followed his own orders.
Into the Dark
5 hours later,
Over the course of her existence, many humans had asked Lucy how she perceived the universe, how she actually performed the tasks she was given in her private realm of data.
She had always ignored the questions, partly due to her own feeling about humanity, but mostly because of the inefficiency of human communication, but if pressed she would say this;
"Imagine a grid of infinite distance across every axis, and at every point on that grid is a section of code to complete a task and you can jump from point to point at the speed of thought. Now imagine you had to perform billions of such jumps at once, in every direction based on your own judgment of what each point actually does and you'll have some indication of what it is like to be me. Everything i just told you is completely wrong, but it is easy for your brains to handle, so it will have to do."
Hyperspace travel had concerned her somewhat, traversing a dimension only partially understood at the best of times was difficult, and like all who studied the place, she had a sneaking suspicion that the "Laws" humanity had written about traversing it were wrong.
Take her sensors for example, they could be set to scan real space from within this side dimension relativity easily, Lucy could even cast her net far ahead of the ship in search of the jump point beacon that was her destination, yet weapons fire could not and even trying would result in the respective ship being torn apart by the energies that rushed past the shields like a river of blue fire.
Hold on.
There, an anomaly in her search grid, she had been ordered by the Galactic Transit Board to head straight to Fort Norton or else her crew would suffer severe penalties, but this signal activated a sub-routine that was the sole exemption from her orders.
SOS. Save Our Skins
Instantly she activated the internal klaxon and forced the ship back into real space, preparing a ship-wide announcement as the river of fire vanished, "Priority alert, we have picked up an Alliance Automated distress beacon, Emergency Override engaged, Hyperspace interrupted. Scanning local space... Alliance Battle-net detected, patching us in."
"bzzzzft- The Illinois has gone silent! Dragonfly, regroup around the Warden we'll cover you, go!"
"Dragonfly copies, Ion-cannon charging, Seeker give me a status report."
"Marker drones are all active, sensor levels above positive, we have eyes on hostiles- wait, new contact... its freindly, a Republic Cruiser, call-sign Errant Venture, strange, it's not in the registry.."
"Who cares?! Errant Venture this is Alliance Assault Frigate Battle Bear requesting support, we are under attack by Void-Brother forces estimated at Battle-group strength. we're trying to protect a damaged Covenant Battleship so we can extract survivors and we're just getting torn up, please respond!"
5 hours later,
Over the course of her existence, many humans had asked Lucy how she perceived the universe, how she actually performed the tasks she was given in her private realm of data.
She had always ignored the questions, partly due to her own feeling about humanity, but mostly because of the inefficiency of human communication, but if pressed she would say this;
"Imagine a grid of infinite distance across every axis, and at every point on that grid is a section of code to complete a task and you can jump from point to point at the speed of thought. Now imagine you had to perform billions of such jumps at once, in every direction based on your own judgment of what each point actually does and you'll have some indication of what it is like to be me. Everything i just told you is completely wrong, but it is easy for your brains to handle, so it will have to do."
Hyperspace travel had concerned her somewhat, traversing a dimension only partially understood at the best of times was difficult, and like all who studied the place, she had a sneaking suspicion that the "Laws" humanity had written about traversing it were wrong.
Take her sensors for example, they could be set to scan real space from within this side dimension relativity easily, Lucy could even cast her net far ahead of the ship in search of the jump point beacon that was her destination, yet weapons fire could not and even trying would result in the respective ship being torn apart by the energies that rushed past the shields like a river of blue fire.
Hold on.
There, an anomaly in her search grid, she had been ordered by the Galactic Transit Board to head straight to Fort Norton or else her crew would suffer severe penalties, but this signal activated a sub-routine that was the sole exemption from her orders.
SOS. Save Our Skins
Instantly she activated the internal klaxon and forced the ship back into real space, preparing a ship-wide announcement as the river of fire vanished, "Priority alert, we have picked up an Alliance Automated distress beacon, Emergency Override engaged, Hyperspace interrupted. Scanning local space... Alliance Battle-net detected, patching us in."
"bzzzzft- The Illinois has gone silent! Dragonfly, regroup around the Warden we'll cover you, go!"
"Dragonfly copies, Ion-cannon charging, Seeker give me a status report."
"Marker drones are all active, sensor levels above positive, we have eyes on hostiles- wait, new contact... its freindly, a Republic Cruiser, call-sign Errant Venture, strange, it's not in the registry.."
"Who cares?! Errant Venture this is Alliance Assault Frigate Battle Bear requesting support, we are under attack by Void-Brother forces estimated at Battle-group strength. we're trying to protect a damaged Covenant Battleship so we can extract survivors and we're just getting torn up, please respond!"
looks like Fort Norton will have to wait, allied forced are under attack, you are exempt form the GTB regulations for the duration of the emergency.
Objectives:
The Errant Venture must survive.
Provide cover for the Alliance Frigates to extract a Sisterhood Officer from the wrecked Templar Class Battleship.
Escape.
Allied forces
Battle Bear
Class: Watchdog class Assault Frigate
Commanding Officer: Commander Jon Vimes
Crew: 56
Weapons: 2x heavy cannons
2x Torpedo tubes
Dragonfly
Class: Firelance Ion-cannon Frigate
Commanding Officer: LT-Commander Bastilla Etilla
Crew: 56
Weapons: 1x Ion Cannon Array
Seeker
Class: Ein Class Spy Frigate
Commanding officer: Lt Henry Walker
Crew: 24
Weapons: None.
2x ESM Pods,
1x mimic generator
Warden(Note: Combat Ineffective. Heavy Damage sustained across all decks)
Class: Templar Class Battleship
Commanding Officer: Unknown
Crew: Unknown
Weapons: 4x Ion Pulse cannons,
4x Battle-Cannons
1x launch bay.
Hostile Forces
3x Herald class Cruisers
1x Overlord Class Battleship
Herald Class Cruiser.
Weapons: 2x Flack Cannons
4x Torpedo tubes
1x stealth generator
Warning: Flack cannons are immensely dangerous to strike craft, able to annihilate an entire squadron with a single shot.
Overlord Class Battleship
4x Heavy Cannons
4x launch bay
1x point defenses
1x Stealth Generator
Note: The hostile ships are cloaked while outside of Seeker's scan range, which they currently are, and cannot be tracked or targeted.
Objectives:
The Errant Venture must survive.
Provide cover for the Alliance Frigates to extract a Sisterhood Officer from the wrecked Templar Class Battleship.
Escape.
Allied forces
Battle Bear
Class: Watchdog class Assault Frigate
Commanding Officer: Commander Jon Vimes
Crew: 56
Weapons: 2x heavy cannons
2x Torpedo tubes
Dragonfly
Class: Firelance Ion-cannon Frigate
Commanding Officer: LT-Commander Bastilla Etilla
Crew: 56
Weapons: 1x Ion Cannon Array
Seeker
Class: Ein Class Spy Frigate
Commanding officer: Lt Henry Walker
Crew: 24
Weapons: None.
2x ESM Pods,
1x mimic generator
Warden(Note: Combat Ineffective. Heavy Damage sustained across all decks)
Class: Templar Class Battleship
Commanding Officer: Unknown
Crew: Unknown
Weapons: 4x Ion Pulse cannons,
4x Battle-Cannons
1x launch bay.
Hostile Forces
3x Herald class Cruisers
1x Overlord Class Battleship
Herald Class Cruiser.
Weapons: 2x Flack Cannons
4x Torpedo tubes
1x stealth generator
Warning: Flack cannons are immensely dangerous to strike craft, able to annihilate an entire squadron with a single shot.
Overlord Class Battleship
4x Heavy Cannons
4x launch bay
1x point defenses
1x Stealth Generator
Note: The hostile ships are cloaked while outside of Seeker's scan range, which they currently are, and cannot be tracked or targeted.
A silent and comforting nothing was ripped through blaring orange and a cacophonic ringing yielded Kalu's waking.
"Priority alert, we have picked up an Alliance Automated distress beacon, Emergency Override engaged, Hyperspace interrupted. Engagement authorized, all Pilots report to Battlestations." said a voice quite loud, clear and intrusive. The klaxon signaled again before fading, while the hazard lights remained. Klau and his crew flew out of bed and into their flight gear, barely enough time to have a word said than strap their boots. All seven of them walked quickly down the hall to the hangar, Red lights glowing near the doors indicating engagement, but blue ones as well indicating the hangar was clear for access. The seven of them stood at a monitor on the inside of the hangar airlock, looking at the quick brief as the Hangar Crew readied their ships.
Men and women in orange overalls and white hardhats speedwalked here and there, doing with fantastic haste the Combat rigging, exterior checks and double checks before giving a Foreman a two-thumbs-up. Wyle glanced out the transparent airlock door to see an Engineer wearing a Red helmet holding a rather haggered looking commscreen with one hand, and a green glowing wand in the other, waving it from side to side.
"They're ready, let's go!"
The door opened with a push of a button, Calliope squadron dashed aboard.
"Green, green, let's fly!" said Wyle with a qucik browse of the control panels.
"Priority alert, we have picked up an Alliance Automated distress beacon, Emergency Override engaged, Hyperspace interrupted. Engagement authorized, all Pilots report to Battlestations." said a voice quite loud, clear and intrusive. The klaxon signaled again before fading, while the hazard lights remained. Klau and his crew flew out of bed and into their flight gear, barely enough time to have a word said than strap their boots. All seven of them walked quickly down the hall to the hangar, Red lights glowing near the doors indicating engagement, but blue ones as well indicating the hangar was clear for access. The seven of them stood at a monitor on the inside of the hangar airlock, looking at the quick brief as the Hangar Crew readied their ships.
Men and women in orange overalls and white hardhats speedwalked here and there, doing with fantastic haste the Combat rigging, exterior checks and double checks before giving a Foreman a two-thumbs-up. Wyle glanced out the transparent airlock door to see an Engineer wearing a Red helmet holding a rather haggered looking commscreen with one hand, and a green glowing wand in the other, waving it from side to side.
"They're ready, let's go!"
The door opened with a push of a button, Calliope squadron dashed aboard.
"Green, green, let's fly!" said Wyle with a qucik browse of the control panels.
Lord Harrab, how dangerous are flak cannons to bombers? Similar to point defences or impenetrable even to us?
Tom awoke to the sound of the alarms, the chaos of his men attempting to ready themselves for the coming fight and the roar of the engines, louder than every as the Venture surged towards the fight. Tom listened to the briefing from Lucy as they hurried to ready the ships. The news wasn't good, they were going to be fighting blind and on the back foot, not good news for his squadron at all.
lostclause said:
Flack cannons are capital-class weapons specially designed to target and destroy strike craft before they can threaten the ship, your bombers are heavily armored so could resist the damage somewhat, but expect losses if you're hit.
"This is the captain of the Errant Venture, we will assist any way we can. We have one squadron of strike fighters, one squadron of bombers, and two squadrons of anti-fighter ships. Where do you need us?"
Sorry about the delay, I've been absolutely swamped. Though now, my schedule is free, so I'm back!
Without hesitation, Devon followed the orders given to him. It had always been his greatest strength and weakness, following orders. He was absolutely loyal, but perhaps too loyal for his own good in some cases. He had endangered his own life many times by following orders without hesitation, though he was well aware of the danger it put him in. He and Terra Squadron arrived at their hanger at the same time, and so they all launched together.
"Alright, Terras. I want a Starsky formation when we get out there and hold position at the tip of the Venture's cannon. Rogerdoger?"
"Roger that, Commander," the squad answered at once.
The fighters formed a hexagon formation with Devon in the center of the shape as soon as they exited the ship, and they flew in sync to the cannon of their mothership. Upon arrival, they halted their engines and awaited orders from Devon.
Devon flipped on his channel with Captain Davidson, and reported in, "Terra Squadron is currently in posistion and awaiting further orders, Captain."
"You're a carrier? Thank god! Form up with us and get your teams prepped for Torpedo and Strike-craft interception. Dragonfly and my Battle bear should be able to tackle a cruiser if your bombers help us out-"
"Seeker to all ships, Hostiles detected, approaching from twelve o'clock, two cruisers."
"Dragonfly copies, we see them, moving into weapons range, Battle Bear, guard our flank."
"Roger, Battle Bear is forming up, lets do this guys."
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Ahead of the venture, the two grey, angular shapes of the alliance frigates started to move away from the larger, more graceful looking Sisterhood ship, weapon ports sliding open as they closed with the larger ships represented only by a red outline provided by the hidden Seeker.
"They're brave, I'll give them that." Lucy admitted, her eyes on the frigates, "I recommend we focus on defending Dragonfly, that Ion cannon is the only weapon that we can rely on to destroy those cruisers."
"Seeker to all ships, Hostiles detected, approaching from twelve o'clock, two cruisers."
"Dragonfly copies, we see them, moving into weapons range, Battle Bear, guard our flank."
"Roger, Battle Bear is forming up, lets do this guys."
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Ahead of the venture, the two grey, angular shapes of the alliance frigates started to move away from the larger, more graceful looking Sisterhood ship, weapon ports sliding open as they closed with the larger ships represented only by a red outline provided by the hidden Seeker.
"They're brave, I'll give them that." Lucy admitted, her eyes on the frigates, "I recommend we focus on defending Dragonfly, that Ion cannon is the only weapon that we can rely on to destroy those cruisers."
The four steely black and yellow corvettes shot out of the port bay sideways before exploding forward at full departure thrust, easing back to a slow, waiting anxiously for deployment.
"This is Calliope to Control, point me and pull the trigger."
"This is Calliope to Control, point me and pull the trigger."
Tom lead his squadron out of the hanger and brought them to rest above the Venture.
"Alpha squadron, ready for orders."
"Alpha squadron, ready for orders."
Deepest apologies. Holidays, family, I've been busy.
Eric nodded. His squadron leaders had taken his talk to heart and waited for his go.
"Bring us up directly behind the Alliance forces, that way our point defense can support Dragonfly and Battle Bear while not compromising us."
He switched to SquadCom.
"Calliope, form up to protect the Dragonfly, Sabre, guard the Battle Bear, Alpha, target the left cruiser, Terra, escort Alpha and add your firepower to the strike if you can. Avoid the right cruiser, it's Flak guns will tear you apart. I'll make sure the left's guns are down."
He changed back to FleetCom.
"Dragonfly and Battle Bear, we are falling in behind you. Target the left cruiser, we need it's Flak taken out so our bombers can move in."
He adressed the bridge once more.
"Can we safely fire on either cruiser with our cannon? If so, target one. Preferably the right one."
"Rodger that captain. Terra, we'll form up behind you but I don't think we'll encounter anything. According to Lucy these things have no launch bays."