Council of Captains
The Verge Flotilla
Tags: Miles Ayre , Drexel Volcata
It was supposed to have been a safe place to rest. That... hadn't worked out.
Millennia ago, a near-human species had called the planet Hettitite home... until the system's star had begun to go supernova, forcing them to evacuate their homeworld and flee to the safety of nearby Sernpidal, where they eventually became known as Sernpidalians. Behind them, they left a ruined system and a hyper-dense neutron star, bathing everything around it in lethal radiation. The very edges of the system, however, were beyond the star's deadly reach. Since no one had any reason to come to this desolate place, the Council of Captains had assumed it would be safe for the Flotilla to stop there for rest and repairs on the way to Altora.
Unfortunately, the crews of the Flotilla had quickly discovered that they weren't the only nomads passing through the region. Only a few hours into their temporary respite, their sensors had lit up like a Life Day firework show, tracking dozens of incoming contacts. The tiny blips were starfighters, and they had immediately opened fire on the ships of the fleet, ripping apart a few of the smaller transports before anyone could react. Behind them, drifting ominously forward, were a cruiser and two frigates. From a distance, their hulls seemed to be covered by crystal orbs filled with swirling colors. Only a closer look revealed the horrifying truth.
The warships were covered in transparent holding pens, each filled with terrified slaves. Firing on the ships would kill the prisoners.
It was a common tactic of the Vagaari, vicious wanderers from the Unknown Regions who survived through raiding and piracy. No doubt they had picked out the Flotilla as an easy target, certain that the ragtag fleet of outdated ships would put up little fight - and provide a bounty of scrap and victims. What they hadn't counted on, however, was that the Council of Captains had anticipated something like this would happen sooner or later. They had made their preparations to fight off raiders, and the most important one was the creation of an elite group of pilots, the best and brightest the Flotilla had to offer: Saberdart Squadron.
The Vagaari ships had projected an interdiction field, trapping the fleet in the barren system, and were moving into firing range as their starfighters caused havoc. The Flotilla needed defenders, pilots who could shoot down the attacking craft in order to protect the smaller vessels. And they also needed deliverance; although they had big ships, none of them were equipped with the kind of heavy, military-grade weaponry needed to take on the Vagaari cruiser. Even if they had, they could never have disabled the interdiction domes without killing the helpless prisoners on the hull. Only the elite pilots of Saberdart Squadron could save the fleet now.
And so, for the first time, the call went out over the fleet intercom. "Battle stations! Scramble the Saberdarts!"