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Old November 21 2013, 09:37 PM   #39
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Re: UT-TFV: "No Win Scenario"

Hey guys,

You'll see that Captain Erasia isn't into having an Open Rebellion Part 3.

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Main Bridge
USS Empress

As Empress bore down on Ariane, Captain Erasia hated what she had to say next. “Mr. Quim, target the Ariane’s engines.”

The Arkanian complied. “Fire,” the captain ordered. Golden spears flew from Empress, impacting Ariane’s shields. The tough, little Saber-class was jolted, but quickly resumed course.

“Fire again,” Erasia said. She felt Sheppard’s eyes on her, but she didn’t turn to meet his gaze.

She wasn’t sure what she would find there, and she didn’t want to second-guess herself. Quim let loose on the Ariane again.

“Ariane’s shields are down 10 percent,” Sheppard said.

“She’s still not stopping,” Tan shook her head. “Hit them again, this time with photon torpedoes. Full spread.”

“Captain,” Sheppard’s voice was quiet, but his tone was insistent.

“Not now Commander,” she said, too sharply.

“Captain, K’mpec is heading our way, on an intercept course,” Lt. Aarti informed her.

Erasia shook her head. “It seems that Captain Tanaka has cast his lot with Commander Rhizzo again. Do not alter course. We’ll deal with him later. Fire photon torpedoes, full spread.”

“Belay that order Mr. Quim,” Sheppard said.

Half out of her seat, Erasia whipped around on her first officer. “What did you just do?”

“Captain, such an action could seriously damage the Ariane, and in the middle of a battle with two hostile forces,” Sheppard projected a damnable reasonable tone.

“Don’t you think I am aware of that?” She snapped.

“Of course sir,” Sheppard looked mortified.

“Then don’t countermand my orders again!” She barked. On some level she knew she was taking her frustrations out on Mark, but Erasia also knew that she couldn’t be seen to look any weaker than she had already.

Settling back into her chair, Tan smoothed her ruffled tunic. “You heard me Mr. Quim.”
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Battle Lattice
Chakuun ghost ship Deathstroke

The Cohort General demanded tactical reports. They streamed in along the psi-network, through diodes attached to the general’s skull.

The pain was excruciating, and for one timeless moment unbearable. And then all the streams coalesced into manageable information that she could analyze and then formulate war plans.

The battle was proceeding apace. The ghost ships had swept in among the hulking, slow Kothlis’Ka fleet, blasting them with their fusion casters.

So far the alien vessels’ impressive shielding held. It was superior to anything the Chakuun had encountered. But each strike was draining the Kothlis’Ka shielding and soon the vessels would be defenseless; ripe prey.

The general wasn’t overly concerned about their lack of progress thus far. Granted no ships she had ever encountered, in nearly a century of defending the Assembly’s borders, had withstood such a barrage, but so far the Kothlis’Ka had proven more recalcitrant than she had expected.

Perhaps they had heard about the dreaded Chakuun and knew that they would not be as easily defeated as the Nyberrite navy or Starfleet.

A frenzied bolt pulsed into her brain, blinding the general with its brilliance. Squinting against the pain, she regained control. Her heart thudded as she ran the information through her mind, more slowly, and luxuriated on the data.

They had penetrated the shields of one of the smaller Kothlis’Ka vessels. In her mind’s eye she saw it. It was huge by humanoid standards, and dwarfed the ghost ship that had been pounding it. Unlike many of the other vessels it had a rounded hull and two large transparent bulbous windows on each side. Through them the general saw strange-colored, spiky flora but no other signs of life. The ship was powered by three engines in a pyramid configuration at the rear of the ship. So far scans hadn’t revealed what powered the Kothlis’Ka vessels.

“Ships Beta-14, Beta-17, and Beta-30, concentrate your fire on the engines of the unshielded ship,” the general commanded. “On my mark,” she added.

Beta-17 had been the ship that brought down the shield. Now Beta-14 swung into position behind the hapless vessel. Beta-30 did likewise.

She paused, waiting for the Kothlis’Ka to respond. She was expecting them to ask for leniency for their benighted ship.

Her face twitched at a new spike of information. She processed it quickly. Another Kothlis’Ka vessel was lowering its shields and moving toward the alpha ship. Her vessel! The Kothlis’Ka ship was far larger than the vulnerable ship. It had a unique split shell hull design with long, thin struts connecting the upper and lower hulls. Tinier struts ran along the length of both hulls. It made the ship look like a gaping mouth full of sharp fangs.

How did the Kothlis’Ka know her ship was the lead vessel? It looked no different than the others and was similarly in the thick of the alien fleet.

The general’s concern was somewhat mollified by the larger vessel lowering its shield. It was a classic gesture of supplication. The general grinned. It had been far too long before any species had bowed before her.

“Contact the oncoming vessel,” she ordered. “Inform them to submit or we will destroy the other ship.”

“Message transmitted,” her communications officer said. The man’s face was masked by his helmet visor. All of the other Chakuun were in full body armor. Only the cohort general went sans helmet, so she could better integrate with the battle lattice.

After a few quiet seconds, she ordered, “Tell them they have twenty seconds to comply.” The only response the general got was that the approaching vessel stopped. Its thinner connecting struts retracted, revealing a circular orifice in the center of the structure connecting the hulls. Energy tendrils began to flicker from the orifice like tongues.

“Energy readings?” She demanded.

“Our sensors are detecting high electromagnetic radiation, emanating from the opening on that vessel,” the science officer informed her.

“Is it a weapon, of some sort?” The general asked.

The other woman shook her head, “I cannot say Cohort General.”

“Aim our weapons at that vessel, inform all nearby ships to do the same,” the general said, “And contact them once more. Tell the Kothlis’Ka fleet to stand down and that ship in particular to desist or we will fire on them.”

“No reply,” the communication’s officer snappily responded. He didn’t hide the satisfaction in his voice. The foolish young man wanted Kothlis’Ka blood. But while he was sending his entreaty the general had taken stock of the battlefield. Despite all of the energy the Chakuun had expended, only one enemy vessel had lost their shielding.

The battle wasn’t going as well as the communication’s officer and many other Chakuun warriors thought. “Redirect your fire on the incoming vessel,” she ordered her fleet, “fire on my mark.”

The other Chakuun vessels swung into position, powering their fusion casters. The cohort general stared with hundreds of eyes at the fanged vessel bearing down on her, its orifice looking like a gullet preparing to swallow them.

“Electromagnetic readings are building within the Kothlis’Ka ship,” the science officer informed her.

“Mark,” the general didn’t flinch.
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