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Private Visions of War


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This thread is a flashback thread to the early years of the Stygian Campaign, the branch-off conflict of the previous Great Hyperspace War between the Galactic Alliance & Eternal Empire. This thread is meant to establish backstory between the characters of Aximand Sicarus Aximand Sicarus & Liedran Kathause Liedran Kathause , to cover events in history. This thread should not be considered as a new conflict, or the fresh outbreak of hostilities between factions.

TAG: Kathryn Foster Kathryn Foster Liedran Kathause Liedran Kathause Corin Autem Corin Autem Bella Bella

The drums of war could be heard across the galaxy over the past few years. Minus a few scattered skirmishes, the war machines of both the Galactic Alliance & Eternal Empire began ramping up to prepare for the devastation the greater conflict would be known for. Away from the main theaters of war which comprised this historical conflict, and quite unknown to the specific individuals who were yet to converge upon the neutral system of Iskadrell, two specific naval officers would embark on their own fateful excursions to meet each other in one of the most savage of engagements during this period of the war (yet, would be relegated to the footnotes of history compared to the more extravagant invasions and battles the war would contain). One party to said destined meeting within the fringe system was the crewmen aboard the ships comprising Commodore Aximand Sicarus' patrol force. Derived from the 20th Heavy Assault Line of Battlegroup Molloch, Commodore Sicarus' orders were simple. He was to reconnoiter the neutral zone between Alliance & Imperial territory so as to root out hidden advance stations for a surprise GA attack, as well as to discover likely locations for the Empire to establish footholds of its own. The Commodore's flotilla was comprised of his own flagship, the Callides-class Heavy Carrier dubbed The Retribution, with a sizeable escort in the form of a pair of Adjudicator-II Star Destroyers, two Demeton-class Cruisers, four newly christened Ashkelon-class Escort Frigates and eight Retribution-class corvettes.

One could be forgiven for believing such a force slightly oversized for a patrol mission, but given the Empire's war footing alongside the flotilla's mission to enter the neutral zone, it was the prevailing sentiment among Aximand's superiors that the force be prepared for potential entanglements. This was among the Commodore's first assignments after the business which transpired on Orellon II, which had shortly thereafter born 'The Axe' a reputation of sorts; built from a mixture of both fear and respect among his peers and subordinates. It was important for him to ensure his crew didn't believe him a monster, however; despite the fact that Aximand very much had the capacity to be so. It would be good to take on a mission like this - a break from the brutal business that often accompanied bringing an errant world into compliance. With said goal in mind, Aximand felt it prudent to start with his new executive officer - a Kalidan-born man of Nelvaan descent who went by the name of 'Varys Praxxis'. Varys had received his promotion to Commander from Aximand's predecessor, a fact which he felt had chagrined his executive officer slightly. What few rumors the Commodore had gleaned over the situation lent itself to the notion the Commander held the understanding he would rise to command his own vessel, rather than serving as executive officer to another officer - "a 'half breed' at that" were the words Aximand recalled overhearing from a lieutenant who hardly suspected that he was eavesdropping. Aximand had long ago decided to refrain from allowing even slight references to his Arkanian/Nelvaan mixed heritage to bother him. Had he done so, he would have washed out from the academy after week one, much less year one.

It hardly bothered him how his officers viewed him now - he knew what he brought to the table, and he would either earn the respect of these men, or make sure they died in the process. It was rather convenient that the Lieutenant in question was in the emergency response teams - Aximand would be sure to specifically call for his team when hull breaches decided to inevitably present themselves. For now, however, Commodore Sicarus contented himself with his duties aboard the bridge. He strode up to his first officer, and said coolly:
"ETA to Iskadrell?"

With a small flash of annoyance, the Commander craned his head over to the display at his console, and responded back in a short, monotonous tone: "We should be exiting lightspeed within the hour, sir."

Aximand nodded his head curtly, and allowed his stare to linger a few moments longer before he turned to his own station - the "Captain's Chair", wherein he soon setteled within and grasped his comm unit. His voice would soon bleed through the speakers placed throughout the ship: "All hands, Commodore Sicarus speaking. The flotilla shall adopt 'code yellow' posture upon exiting lightspeed. Science teams shall proceed in scanning for anomalies within the system - identifying potential hiding spots for advanced GA parties. Everyone remember your duty, and we will be back in friendly space very soon. Over & out."

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Traumatized Carrier-Loving Mess
[Commodore Liedran Kathause]
[C.O of the 3rd Expeditionary Squadron]
[ANV
Pegasus - C.I.C - Iskadrell System]

[3rd Expeditionary Squadron - Stygian Campaign Era Composition]
1 x Liberator-class Star Defender
-ANV Pegasus [Flagship]
->8 SF Squadrons
->2 Support

2 x Numerator-class Assault Frigate
-ANV Bellerophon
-ANV Olympia

2 x Negotiator-class Light Cruiser
-ANV Intrepid
-ANV Voyager

1 x Sacheen II-class Light Escort Frigate
-ANV Dreamer

3 x Nagata-class Heavy Corvette
-ANV Phalanx
-ANV Vulcan
-ANV Gauntlet

1 x FarStar-type Corellian Carrier
-ANV Huntress

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High Command's suspicions had since begun to rub off on the commodore's mind. From there, they festered despite Liedran's best efforts to quell them, warped in bloody defiance of her will. For suspicion turned to concern, concern turned to fear, fear turned to-

Fear... Turned to nothingness, as the commodore's weary eyes closed, blotting out all but the warm blue light of a luminescent tactical map. With that, she stepped back, pivoted about a heel, began a careful series of paces, examined the tactical situation again. Harpy-- Research Team-- Lost Contact-- 0100 Hours. A pudgy astrogation vessel had left Alliance space for the neutral Iskadrell system, and within mere hours of its departure had disappeared from the sphere of Alliance detection. High Command, fearing possible Eternal Imperial responsibility, had released the light carrier group from their berths in spacedock, and tasked Liedran with the investigation.

If the Harpy's disappearance was the prelude to an Imperial invasion, she'd be the first to know; and the crews of the 3rd Expeditionary Squadron could consider themselves the first casualties of a renewed war.

Front row seats... It was on her tenth round that Liedran's thoughts grew increasingly morbid. Complimentary light show, too. I mean, What a steal. She completed another pace, oblivious to the blank stares of the surrounding command staff. Not that she would have halted had the commodore registered that notion. What Liedran did finally halt for was the rigidly composed figure of a younger lieutenant commander-- Graves. Yes, that was her name. Tucked under one arm, the commander held a crisp white datapad; her expression beheld a similar atmosphere of stoicism. "Commodore," Graves announced when she at last met her superior's eyes, "We have the Harpy's final logs compiled..." In a single clean motion, Liedran found the datapad bestowed on her.


A nod. Then another as the commodore combed over the tablet's contents. Both went unanswered. By the time she finished the run-down, Graves was nowhere to be found.

"Commodore," Liedran hadn't the time to process the commander's curtness before her executive officer beckoned her once more toward the C.I.C's central sector. Once more, the commodore adopted her position over the tac-map's heavily annotated surface, "Sit-Rep?" It took a moment before she broke a disoriented trance, but when she did, Liedran's resolve seemed to have returned in full.

"Six minutes till we hit realspace. Air group's ready to launch at your command," Now what would they meet on the other side that would necessitate a rapid fighter launch? Liedran felt a morbid laugh seeking audibility.

Six minutes passed by sparingly quick, for the laugh never escaped her throat.

"Get long-range sensors online as soon as possible," The commodore narrowed her eyes with the squadron's reversion to realspace, nullified the tinge of fear in her tone, "Launch fighters." She uttered with greater determination, "Set Condition Two. And get me confirmation with the other captains."

Front row seats... Complimentary light show? Liedran couldn't stop a shiver from grasping her hands.

She couldn't stop anything, it seemed...




Pegasus CAG: Kathryn Foster Kathryn Foster
Scary Eternal Empire Folks: Aximand Sicarus Aximand Sicarus , Corin Autem Corin Autem , Bella Bella
 
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<''Pegasus Air Group, you are cleared for takeoff. You are cleared for takeoff.''> said the male voice in the recently recruited colonels helmet, grabbing her attention from the preflight checks she had meticulously been doing during the last portion of their hyperspace jump. It had been years since Kathryn had been on an Alliance flagship, even more so since she had been taking off for a mission from one. She knew the drill though, from the years in the Academy and several years as captain in the Confederacy Starfighter Corps. It was not long ago since she had been promoted to major, and being promoted to colonel felt like yesterday.

By pure coinsidence, she had bumped into admiral Hayes at a public Alliance festival, and between the lines been offered a way back into the Alliance Starfighter Corps. She had met her older brother Vinnic just weeks later and been ultimately convinced to re-enlist. After a short reintroduction, Kathryn had found herself under the command of commander Kathause and she didn't intend to disappoint either of them.

The instrument cluster of her trusty T-77 Talon Stealth Interceptor, which she had been allowed to take with her, glew and gave her all the necessary information to let her know that she was ready to takeoff. She glanced out of the closed canopy and made a rotating gesture with her index finger towards the fighters lined up beside her, indicating that they would prepare for takeoff. Before long, colonel Fosters razor sharp black bird took the lead out of the open hangar doors and positioned the squadrons in a defensive pattern around ANV Pegasus, ready to meet any threats that were too small and too fast for its turbolaser cannons. So far, the scanners were quiet, but attentive and alert as she was, colonel Foster kept a close eye on them and the space surrounding the fleet.

 
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TAG: Kathryn Foster Kathryn Foster Liedran Kathause Liedran Kathause Corin Autem Corin Autem Bella Bella

(Deployed/Total)
  • Lancer Fightercraft Squadrons: 5/31
  • Haxor Interceptor Squadrons: 2/11
  • Hornet Bomber Squadrons: 0/16


The void throughout Iskadrell would be quiet - seemingly too quiet for the perceptive few aboard the ships comprising Commodore Kathouse’s flotilla. More often than not, such feelings were merely a reflection of one’s misgivings or nerves over a given situation. But for those aforementioned perceptive few, such impulses were harbingers of danger to come. Those who felt that way in this case would be glad they listened to whatever their impulses mandated.The Eternal Imperial Flotilla exited lightspeed into the Iskadrell system in a loose formation, with the Retribution leading the grouping and its escorts flanking it both port and starboard. Within moments of exiting lightspeed, the tactical officer reported: ”Commodore, we are picking up several contacts within the system bearing Galactic Alliance signatures, including fighter craft heading this way!”

”Put the fleet on red alert!” Aximand ordered crisply. So ordered, Commander Praxxis punched the button on his console, which caused the lights to flash a dull red, and sirens to blare throughout the ship. Most of the essential crews were at their stations already due to the yellow alert footing established earlier, but all crewmen yet to do so scrambled to their stations throughout the ship. Fighter crews rushed along the hangar deck to their craft, and within moments sprung from the hangars of the small fleet to meet the advancing squadrons. Aximand turned to his Commander and said: ”I want tactical information on the enemy flagship and fleet composition on my terminal immediately.”

”Aye sir.” Commander Praxxis responded, his fingers dancing upon the touchscreen before him as he complied. Meanwhile, Aximand’s voice echoed across the bridge yet again:[/color

”Maneuver the fleet into an advance formation. Demeton Cruisers in front, Ashkelons staggered behind and intermingled within, and the star destroyers flanking us in the rear. All Corvettes are to deploy in a skirmish formation and harass targets of opportunity as needed whilst the remainder of the fleet deploy accordingly.” Like a well oiled machine, his orders sprung into motion as the Eternal Fleet arrayed into formation. Missiles streaked through the void between the Eternal Fleet and the GA presence. Although hasty firing solutions had been acquired, these would be little more than ‘pot shots’ whilst they covered the movements of the fleet, meant to determine the GA’s readiness and response more than anything.


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[Commodore Liedran Kathause]
[C.O of the 3rd Expeditionary Squadron]
[ANV
Pegasus - C.I.C - Iskadrell System]

[3rd Expeditionary Squadron - Stygian Campaign Era Composition]
1 x Liberator-class Star Defender
-ANV Pegasus [Flagship]
->8 SF Squadrons
->2 Support

2 x Numerator-class Assault Frigate
-ANV Bellerophon
-ANV Olympia

2 x Negotiator-class Light Cruiser
-ANV Intrepid
-ANV Voyager

1 x Sacheen II-class Light Escort Frigate
-ANV Dreamer

3 x Nagata-class Heavy Corvette
-ANV Phalanx
-ANV Vulcan
-ANV Gauntlet

1 x FarStar-type Corellian Carrier
-ANV Huntress

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Her opening orders spread through the C.I.C the way a stone skips atop the surface of water. In the manner of that first, great ripple, the room exploded into sound; officers dotting their consoles with rapid keypresses; department heads stationed on the bridge quickly relaying their own orders to each of their scattered personnel. With a second ripple, they'd begun receiving the responses of pilots, security teams, engineering crews on the other end of their lines. Eventually, it came time that the C.I.C reached its final ripple. Scanning consoles chimed melodiously with every ping of their linked sensors.


"Foster's in the air. Moving into a defensive formation around the fleet."

Liedran smiled. Kathryn had been part of a new wave of staff assigned to the Pegasus-- herself accompanied by praising words from superiors in the CIS. The commodore could see why; she didn't have to tell her new CAG how to hold down the fort.

She'd have forgotten her own suspicions of their current predicament if it weren't for a report from one of her scanner techs, "Multiple contacts, sirs." Liedran spun abruptly to face the crewman, then the situation map. "IFFs aren't responding, but these look like Eternal Imperial transponders-- configurations seem to match. Nine hundred klicks, Bearing 50, Mark 278. They're moving into an offensive formation."

Dammit! The Plan Position Indicators began mapping the Eternal Empire's flotilla, plotting a series of red dots against a dark green backdrop. It took a second longer for the computers to begin logging the sizes and armaments of Commodore Sicarus's flotilla. To say the 3rd Expeditionary was outmatched was a drastic understatement. The enemy had more fighters, escort vessels capable of reducing Liedran's own to oversized metallic ragdolls.... But any serious combat undertaken by either fleet would quickly become a bloodbath. Despite the Empire's advantage, the Alliance squadron could hit hard, fast.

"Position our Numerator's at the fleet's head. Have Dreamer target their nearest cruiser with her mass drivers. Hold off on firing. Fighters: Stand by fo-" Klaxons cut through the C.I.C like bullets over a city; pure shock took hold of the hearts of every last officer in that room. "Commander?" The commodore's eyes darted to the Pantoran at her flank.


"They're firing missiles, ma'am. Negotiators intercepting..." The expression etched on Captain Foffin's face could only be described as grim. Their enemy had been allotted the first shot, and ample time to prepare for a slaughter.

As the Eternal Empire's missiles jettisoned through the void, two Negotiator-class light cruisers lit up with bright exhaust plumes, directing their own interceptor warheads to face down the Imperial ordnances. "One down," reported the Alliance flagship's tactical officer as one interceptor detonated a larger concussion missile prematurely. "Two..."


"Place our Nagatas at the edges of the fleet. Keep Pegasus's side facing the enemy. I want us ready for a retreat," Liedran ordered, her hands caught in their own unnoticeably minor shiver while pressed against the table's edge. "Have the corvettes dispatch concussion missiles. Target evenly among the enemy's fleet." She paused; another two missiles were reported successfully intercepted, "Once our missiles are three-quarters of the way to the target, inform Dreamer to fire her mass drivers."

The bulkheads rumbled suddenly as a pair of lucky Imperial missiles shattered against the Pegasus's portside shields. Liedran consulted a small panel to her left; there'd been minimal damage throughout the ship-- save for a scattered few shielding capacitors. But the fact that the concussions had survived through the fleet's point defense screen was plenty cause for concern. And concern there was, uncomfortable amounts coursing through the commodore's veins, and feeding directly into her mind.

Two yellow eyes scanned her way, "Missiles en route. E.T.A approximately eight minutes."



Pegasus CAG: Kathryn Foster Kathryn Foster
Scary Eternal Empire Person: Aximand Sicarus Aximand Sicarus
 
It's one of life's mysteries, sir...
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''I've got a bad feeling about this...'' Kathryn uttered outside the comms when the red dots of enemy vessels appeared on her screen, one after the other until she could not hold back the need to utter that phrase. Somehow, she knew that she was not the first one to say it in this war or in the galaxy as a whole for that matter. At least the fighter composition seemed to be even, for the time being. They had to put a great deal of trust into commodore Kathause's tactical skills and their own sheer will to survive to fight another day.

''Cutlass and Lancer Squadron - you take position by the flanks of the fleet. Puzzle Squadron - stay in the center and be ready to reinforce Cutlass and Lancer. Nebula and Searchlight - you'll go left. Arrow? Regal? Follow my lead to the right. Let's try a feint at their star destroyers, to lure their fighters out and make the corvettes break formation. Our speed should do the trick in avoiding their fleets turbolasers, but still think of the distance, will you?'' colonel Foster's words called out to the deployed starfighter squadrons of the 3rd Expeditionary, and she flicked some switches making the T-77 ready for offensive maneuver before the squadrons rushed for their respective positions.

''When I or commodore Kathause says so, I want all of you out of there ASAP, alright?'' Kathryn added and got confirmation from each squad leader.

Colonel Foster along with Nebula, Searchlight, Arrow and Regal commenced their wide pinch maneuver at the Empire's outer flanks. The star destroyers would be a fitting target for the small and nimble fighters of the Alliance, but if they had the chance to make one or two corvettes break formation and as well take them down, it would severely ease the pain the fleet already suffered from their long range missile launchers.

 
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TAG: Liedran Kathause Liedran Kathause Kathryn Foster Kathryn Foster

(Deployed/Destroyed/Total)
  • Lancer Fightercraft Squadrons: 10/31
  • Haxor Interceptor Squadrons: 4/11
  • Hornet Bomber Squadrons: 0/16


The opening salvo of missiles launched from the Eternal Fleet was largely intercepted by the GA flotilla, to the slight surprise of Aximand. It appeared as though the GA fleet wasn’t as surprised as anticipated. Concussion missiles were launched in return by the GA forces, along with a flanking maneuver by deployed fighter squadrons. The initial wave of fightercraft launched by the Eternal Fleet mobilized in response, with a secondary wave launching in support, primarily focusing on defending the corvettes.

Flak bombardment commenced near the front of the formation, bursting the majority of the concussion missiles surging through the gap between the two fleets. A handful of missiles pushed through the gap, with mass drivers belching forth from the Dreamer and impacting against the deflector screens of the Demeton cruisers in the front. The missiles impacted against the Revenant and Nova with minimal damage, their considerable deflector shield arrays rippling irritatedly. Although the GA squadrons were attempting to draw the corvettes out of formation, but per the characteristic discipline of the Eternal Fleet, they remained doggedly in concert with one another as their fighters approached in support.

His single eye appraised the tactical readouts being displayed on his screen, with the names of the ships emblazoned in front of him.
’The Pegasus?’ He thought to himself. This was a new ship he had thus far not encountered, and a part of him wanted to look into the eyes of his foe before battle was fully joined. Plus, honor demanded he at least offer them the chance to surrender before bringing the full weight of his forces to bear.

”Order the Nova & Revenant to focus their firepower upon the Numerator frigates taking up a screening position near the front. All Demetons are to lock onto our target.” He began coolly. ”Get me a target lock on the Pegesus.” The massive guns of the capital ships in formation near the Retribution (along with the heavy carrier herself) began rotating into position, ‘snapping to’ as the ships’ computers acquired a target lock. As they did so, the skirmishing forces of Retribution-class corvettes moved in concert with their fighter escorts speeding to keep pace, yet likely unable to fully prevent the GA fighter attacks from reaching them first. Despite the encroaching fighter squadrons, the corvettes did their duty as a skirmishing force, launching yet another impressive salvo of cruise missiles at The Huntress near the rear of the formation.

Not long thereafter, the salvo of the Eternal Fleet’s main force burst at the Commodore’s word.
”Fire!”

At once, the massive cannons adorning the ships burst in unison, their high powered cannons sending countless hyper-velocity munitions barrelling through the void at the enemy force. After loosing the volley, Aximand turned to his comms officer: ”Hail the Pegasus. I will meet this enemy commander face to face.”




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Traumatized Carrier-Loving Mess
[Commodore Liedran Kathause]
[C.O of the 3rd Expeditionary Squadron]
[ANV Pegasus - C.I.C - Iskadrell System]

[3rd Expeditionary Squadron - Stygian Campaign Era Composition]

1 x Liberator-class Star Defender
-ANV Pegasus [Flagship]

2 x Numerator-class Assault Frigate
-ANV Bellerophon
-ANV Olympia

2 x Negotiator-class Light Cruiser
-ANV Intrepid
-ANV Voyager

1 x Sacheen II-class Light Escort Frigate
-ANV Dreamer

3 x Nagata-class Heavy Corvette
-ANV Phalanx
-ANV Vulcan
-ANV Gauntlet

1 x FarStar-type Corellian Carrier
-ANV Huntress

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Time began to click by at the moment a surge of energy erupted from the Dreamer's forward mass drivers. Grim taps burst into being as the heel of her boot collided again and again with the metal beneath, every strike sending a ripple of sound expanding outward-- then diminishing moments after. For minutes, Liedran held her breath below audibility as the hyperaccelerated slugs overtook the missiles dispatched by the 3rd Expeditionary's corvettes. Then... a flash of red. The mass drivers found their mark, turning to shrapnel near-harmlessly as they met a Demeton cruiser's shields.

"Impacts registering from our missiles, ma'am. Minimal shield damage to their frontline cruisers." Short readouts trailing the hostile markers flickered and updated to reflect the new developments. The Eternal Empire's line had been afflicted with little damage by the Alliance carrier group's strike. But they'd proved they could bite back. If Liedran was right, her Imperial counterpart would take further caution as the battle persisted. Hopefully, the bloodshed could be kept to a minimum.


"Inform Dreamer to begin reloading her mass drivers. We'll target one of their corvettes next. Request Colonel Foster's status. Make sure our fighters are ready to pull back to the fleet." Liedran followed into a pivot, scanning tense eyes toward a diagram of the Pegasus' dorsal frame; around it, an overlapping series of azure bubbles confirmed the survival of the flagship's shields. Behind the streams of pixels marking the shields' borders, the hull shone a bright emerald, lightly touched by the Eternal Empire's opening salvo.

"Detecting energy build-ups within the Eternal fleet. Hostile corvettes approaching-- missiles away." Markers, half the diameter of the corvettes they emerged from, expanded outwards of their sources and rocketed toward a silhouette two klicks off the Pegasus's starboard-- the ANV Huntress. The light corvette shot off its own ordnances in response; from a pair of missile tubes, point defense warheads accelerated from the vessel's interior and turned their noses into the path of the Eternal fleet's missiles. "Impact estimated within one minute." Quickly, the tension in the tactical officer's voice turned to fear-- raw, untempered fear, "-we're being targeted by the hostile flagship! Disruptor fire detected!"

"Shunt power to our port shields! All hands, brace for impact!" The commodore's hands tightened, clinging to the metal of the situation monitor. "I want our turbolaser batteries ready to execute a retaliatory--" she was cut off by a booming rumble as a barrage of disruptor fire collided with the Alliance flagship's shields, bolts of energy rippling across the field of energy. The healthy azure displayed on the tactical monitors diminished to a weak cyan.

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Pegasus, the line's two Numerator-class frigates buckled against another wave of bombardment-- fields of metal slugs dispatched by the Eternal fleet's heavy cruisers in unison with their flagship. A flurry of readouts flooded a status console. Bellerophon's shields had quickly fallen to 90% by sheer force of the shockwaves clawing at the capacitors behind the barriers; under greater fire from a hostile Star Destroyer, the Olympia's engineers clambered down the corridors, struggling just to keep the frigate's shields holding at 82%.

As their crews fought against the initial shock, the next wave of counter bombardment commenced. The turbolaser arrays of the Pegasus, in conjunction with the line's unharmed escort ships, opened fire on any hostile caught in their field of view; trails of energy rocketed from the ANV Dreamer's forward mass-drivers, a course trained on one of the skirmishing line's Retribution corvettes; missiles erupted from the launchers of the three Nagata corvettes, set to converge on the ENS Retribution and its mighty gun batteries.

The widespread discharges from the Pegasus's turbolasers were at last felt throughout the entire ship, stray energy charging the bulkheads and throwing them into grand vibrations. Among this stampede of loose kinetic energy, a chime stood out, a distinct signal that meant only one thing; An incoming communication. "Ma'am. We have Commodore Sicarus of the Eternal Empire on the line..." her aide reported disconcertedly, before lowering the comm unit into Liedran's hand.


She brought it to her mouth, uttering a silent curse, before, "This is Commodore Liedran Kathause of the 3rd Expeditionary Squadron. Calling from the ANV Pegasus." She paused slightly, turning to a viewscreen as the staff worked to establish a visual feed. "I suppose you want to explain what the hell you're doing in this system?" When the cameras finally came online, Liedran's eyes had scanned back downward, tracking the movements of pixelated sprites while the 3rd Expeditionary re-postured itself.

In time, her gaze raised to meet that of her Imperial counterpart.




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Aximand Sicarus Aximand Sicarus
 
It's one of life's mysteries, sir...
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The naval battle that unfolded in this dark corner of Wild Space could be seen by the deployed fighters as far away explosions, but every pilot knew that they would soon be given a first row view of it, as they turned and closed in on the flanks of the Eternal Empires fleet. Between the squadrons and fighters internal communication, colonel Foster were picking up communications on the other frequencys used by the 3rd Expeditionary. A cacophony of orders and situation reports were being transmitted and Kathryn did her best to sort of what she did not need to hear at this exact moment and what she did, as well as leading Arrow and Regal into the mouth of the enemy. A task not easily pulled off by any frontline squadron commander.

''Regal Leader? You engage the fighter escort of the corvette closest to us. Draw their attention, while Arrow and I initiate an attack run on the corvette. How copy?'' colonel Foster called out and recieved a focused ''roger that'' before the B-wings of Arrow Squadron former up on her.

''Watch your sixes and be ready to abort. Godspeed, everyone.'' she added, and prayed in silence that they would end up keeping the casualities to a minimum.

Regal Squadron immediately begun to harass the fighter squadrons that escorted the corvette at the front right flank, hoping that they would take the bait and leave the corvette pretty much unprotected. If any single fighters would stay with it, Foster had the confidence that her T-77 would be able to pick them off one by one as the B-wings commenced their bombings of the corvette. Their primary target would be the heavy cannons that were now pummeling The Huntress.

The targeting computer projected an holographic image upon her visor, and clad her face above the oxygen mask in a dim green light. Red dots appeared as enemy elements as they headed straight for the port side of the corvette.

Suddenly, a voice from The Pegasus broke through and made the colonel frown in annyoance of the inconvenience the officer decided to demand a sitrep.

''Regal, Arrow, Nebula and Searchlight are all engaging. Target is their corvettes. Foster, out.'' she replied to the officer, possibly a bit short on her voice as her young self shone through for the fraction of a second.


 

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