Sotarra stood aboard the command bridge of the DHF Reckless. A
Stormhawk Heavy Frigate that the Diarchy had purchased for use in its fleet while it was a young faction, still growing and not fully capable of fielding a large number of naval shipyards. This particular one was equipped primarily with a large number of laser cannons, a few missile silos and a respectable number of mines. The frigate had only hours prior finished undergoing repairs from its last engagement, Sotarra’s tendency to engage enemies with overt aggression had the downside of often resulting in a lot of damage to her ship. But she got results, and that was enough to excuse her methods.
The Atoan woman stood looking over the tactical readouts for the battle the Diarchy’s navy was currently engaged in. They were currently fighting the fleet they were meant to link up with. Treachery was at work and that was abundantly clear from the onset. Sotarra wasn’t particularly worried about that engagement however, for one there was no glory to be found being one of a large number, especially when overshadowed by the Diarch who was present and his admiral. But for two, the fleet they were facing was not a major threat on its own. They had the potential to cause some damage, but not as it stood. Right now, with the way things were progressing, the traitor fleet would be brought to ruin handily.
Her concern was rather their original target, the actual object of the Diarchy’s ambitions in this sector of space. Voss was handled, but would Draak remain complacent? She doubted it, news of this sort travelled quickly, and if she were Draak she would send a strike group to hammer the invading fleet while they were occupied. It likely wouldn’t be enough to destroy the Diarchy’s fleet altogether, but even a small group hitting the fleet from behind would be able to cripple the Diarchy’s ability to take over Bescane’s orbit. And that’s what she intended to preempt.
With luck she would arrive before any other ships did, and if they got there quickly enough they might even be able to lay a minefield for their foe to be tangled up in before she opened up on them with her cannonades.
Even as they were moving through Hyperspace Sotarra was issuing orders to her crew.
“General Quarters, General Quarters, all hands man your battle stations.” Ordered her second in command, Commander Khaine Thresh. The crew moving to comply with the order as they neared their destination.
“Prepare minelayers, I want that sector of space swamped in explosives the second we leave hyperspace.” She told her bridge crew,
“reroute power to port shields upon arrival, get us ready to broadside. Get our pilots in their craft, have them in space and prepared to support with torpedoes. If anyone shows up to hit our fleet in its ass end I want them up in smoke!”
Diarch Rellik
,
Shan Pellian
,
Lyssara Thrynn