RC 212
HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO!
Crina
2315 Hours:: Local
Royal Expeditionary Fleet
On Board- The Seraph
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The Iron Angel. That's what the men and women on board her fleet had called her. Tahiri stood with arms folded surveying the bridge form her catwalk. She could read every system and track every battle space assessment as it was sent directly to her retinas by way of her helmet.
She'd only been in command of the Exiled forces for a few months. After abandoning the mandate and screwing the royal families she’d set off into the edges of space, going after a world that housed some kind of potential.
Crina
Word had come of a siege, a scrambled relay drone had stumbled upon her fleet with the info. The encryption was weak. Level 2, indicative of Provincial Military rather than a professional Defense force.
It was only one of many they'd dispatched, which meant they certainly weren't the only ones on route.
Crina used to be bastion of one of the Imperial Remnant factions. As such it still housed quite a few wares and vessels that could prove useful. As of right now her fleet was in hyperspace fast approaching the outer edges of the system.
"Commo, have we unravelled the rest of that drone yet?"
"Aye Ma'am, sending what was left to you now. The rest of the memory chip was slagged, we only got a few bits and pieces from it."
"Send it."
Servos whined in her power armor as she flexed her fists, and then clamped both hands on the railing. From below a signal streamed to her faceplate and she blinked once to activate the packet.
From above the skies fearsome blobs of orange and red rained down upon the Capital city. Smoke rose in giant pillars as the fusillade impacted, disintegrating buildings and turning the surface to glass in some areas.
Then the image cut away to another relay in space, showing a large Axehead frigate with an entourage of shorter oblong cruisers. some of them she'd never even laid eyes upon.
"Commo can we identify any of these vessels?"
"Negative Ma'am. The only hit comes of the Axehead. Fake transponders but I've run it through the Shadownet. Found a match, belongs to Rach Sur Salvan. Some kind of big wig Blazing chain."
"How do the blazing chains have....what I assume is plasma cannons?"
"No Idea ma'am."
It was a dumb question. She hardly expected the Ensign to know it any ways.
"Ma'am we are on target for reversion, t-minus ten. Shall I alert the ship and call battle-stations?"
"Negative hold off. Helm bring us out right at the edge of system and then cut sub lights. Commo, be prepared to initiate long range scans. I want all the info we can get on these scum before we slag their fleet."
The deck rang with a resounding sound of ayes.
Ensigns and Petty Officers typed away on their pads, immersed in the moving data streams and symbols. As the clock counted down in her visor she stood there, immersed in the battle unfolding in her HUD. She replayed it, fast forwarded, stopped, started and replayed it again. Space battles were like chess.
Before you take the master, you must learn his moves....
2315 Hours:: Local
Royal Expeditionary Fleet
On Board- The Seraph
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The Iron Angel. That's what the men and women on board her fleet had called her. Tahiri stood with arms folded surveying the bridge form her catwalk. She could read every system and track every battle space assessment as it was sent directly to her retinas by way of her helmet.
She'd only been in command of the Exiled forces for a few months. After abandoning the mandate and screwing the royal families she’d set off into the edges of space, going after a world that housed some kind of potential.
Crina
Word had come of a siege, a scrambled relay drone had stumbled upon her fleet with the info. The encryption was weak. Level 2, indicative of Provincial Military rather than a professional Defense force.
It was only one of many they'd dispatched, which meant they certainly weren't the only ones on route.
Crina used to be bastion of one of the Imperial Remnant factions. As such it still housed quite a few wares and vessels that could prove useful. As of right now her fleet was in hyperspace fast approaching the outer edges of the system.
"Commo, have we unravelled the rest of that drone yet?"
"Aye Ma'am, sending what was left to you now. The rest of the memory chip was slagged, we only got a few bits and pieces from it."
"Send it."
Servos whined in her power armor as she flexed her fists, and then clamped both hands on the railing. From below a signal streamed to her faceplate and she blinked once to activate the packet.
From above the skies fearsome blobs of orange and red rained down upon the Capital city. Smoke rose in giant pillars as the fusillade impacted, disintegrating buildings and turning the surface to glass in some areas.
Then the image cut away to another relay in space, showing a large Axehead frigate with an entourage of shorter oblong cruisers. some of them she'd never even laid eyes upon.
Are these experimental Craft? Stealth attack ships?
"Commo can we identify any of these vessels?"
"Negative Ma'am. The only hit comes of the Axehead. Fake transponders but I've run it through the Shadownet. Found a match, belongs to Rach Sur Salvan. Some kind of big wig Blazing chain."
"How do the blazing chains have....what I assume is plasma cannons?"
"No Idea ma'am."
It was a dumb question. She hardly expected the Ensign to know it any ways.
"Ma'am we are on target for reversion, t-minus ten. Shall I alert the ship and call battle-stations?"
"Negative hold off. Helm bring us out right at the edge of system and then cut sub lights. Commo, be prepared to initiate long range scans. I want all the info we can get on these scum before we slag their fleet."
The deck rang with a resounding sound of ayes.
Ensigns and Petty Officers typed away on their pads, immersed in the moving data streams and symbols. As the clock counted down in her visor she stood there, immersed in the battle unfolding in her HUD. She replayed it, fast forwarded, stopped, started and replayed it again. Space battles were like chess.
Before you take the master, you must learn his moves....