Red Alert: The War Continues
Emerald and the Panther stood defiantly, perched on the brink of
disaster. Their position was vulnerable; Greenpeace marked the boundry of the
Colonies. The tactical display widened, showing the entire area. Taft's fleet
approached the boundary in formation, trying to wedge through the defenses.
His area, shown in orange, loomed ever closer toward the boundry. The Second
Fleet, battle ready, awaited orders to join the conflict. Blocked by Janus,
Saturn's nearest moon, the Second Fleet remained undiscovered for use in time
of need. The enemy was enormously outnumbered; the battle should not take
long, or cost too many lives. Still, Iffley felt uneasy; things were never as
touched a button on the arm of his console. The screen shifted, the battle
raged before him. The Emerald shot a glancing blow across the TGTS
Cambridge Bay. The enemy ship retaliated, its shot penetrating the
Emerald's shields. A small explosion erupted near the bridge; its life-giving
oxygen escaped into the void.
as well as all the graduates from the Academy, would be following the
procedure for an external puncture. His mind, doubtless, would turn from the
battle to save his life, leaving his ship assailable. As expected, the
Emerald did not return the volley. The TGTS Cambridge Bay pelted
the ship, completely shattering her shields. The Emerald drifted
slowly, apparently out of control.
going in, Mr. Thorpe, accelerate: oscilliation2710. Mr. Stone, stand by on
weaponry: aim for their engines." The engines hummed with new energy
propelling the ship toward the enemy. "I want a clean shot, Mr. Stone.
Give her everything we've got. On my order..." The Cambridge Bay
grew larger and larger as the distance reduced. Finally, the order was given:
An electric blue laser arced through the darkness, striking the Cambridge
Bay in the aft section. The ship rocked, but the shields held. A second
shot shattered the rear deflectors; the third ripped through the engineering
Cambridge Bay returned the shot. The ship, however, lacked the energy
required for a successful attack, and its volley feebly scratched the
both the Cambridge Bay and the Emerald, Mr. Thorpe."
second-in-command acknowledged and turned to the scanner. After a few brief
moments, he proffered his report, "The Cambridge Bay is severely
damaged. Her main drive has exploded. She is running on emergency power. A
massive fire has spred from the engineering section to several other levels of
the ship. She is quite crippled, Captain.
bridge on the Emerald is completely destroyed. Commander Caxton and the
crew on the bridge are all dead. The ship will have to be controlled from the
Auxilliary bridge. Lt. Commander Roger Horne, I believe, shall command."
As if on cue, the Emerald stabilized and positioned herself near the
frowned, "Send my condolences to Horne. Tell him to keep up the good
work." The communications officer busily went to work assembling and
coding and re-coding the message. Iffley turned to the navigations officer,
"Plot a course for the Enchantress, oscilliation2720." With a
burst of speed, the Scimitar sped off toward her destination.
leaned back in his chair. Greenpeace would be safe for a short time, he hoped.
Perhaps he could still deter the enemy before any more blood was spilt.
the Enchantress. Scimitar to Enchantress, come in
here, Adena Ludit in command. Please be brief, We're fighting..." Adena
stopped mid-sentence, finally recognizing the name. "Iffley, is that
were expecting William Tecumseh Sherman? Of course, it's me." He switched
to visual communication. Adena, in the reflective red flexxon captain's
uniform, was a sight for his sore eyes.
stared into his eyes, then looked away from him, "Iffley, I have
something to tell you. I have moved out of Yorkshire."
stared at her in disbelief. The war around him seemed insignificant, almost
irrelevant. "You WHAT? Well, Little One, I suggest that you move right
sorry, Iffley, but at the moment, I'm rather busy winning this war."
Adena, IF you want to win this war, then I suggest you change your battle
plans. The best defense is a good offense."
believe you have misquoted the quote."
saying may be true, but so is its reverse. Have the ships in the First Fleet
join the battle at Greenpeace. Concentrate the fire from the fleet at the lead
ship, perhaps that will deter them. We may not even need the Second Fleet, but
keep them posted on our status. We will discuss your return to the mansion
later." She started to say something in protest, but Iffley's stern look
stopped her. "Later, Adena," his expression softened. "Scimitar
* * Formation * *
later, the Emerald and the Panther had all the support they
needed. The Enchantress, Devonshire, Yorkshire, and the
Scimitar charged the boundary line. The Paladin, Cutlass,
and Spectre attacked from the right side, while the left was bombarded
by the Pegasus, Rapier, Cavalier, and the
entire fleet converged on the TGTS Pacemaker. Simultaneously, the fleet
attacked, its barrage impacting on three different sides of the ship. Her
shields, unable to withstand the energy, dissapated. The attack continued, and
the Pacemaker fought valiantly against her foe. The odds, however, were
too far weighted against her. Another volley crippled her, destroying her
engines and command centers. The final assault was devastating; the
Pacemaker exploded in an unspectacular fireball.
rousing cheer echoed across the bridge. Iffley, in spite of himself, also
joined in. The war had just begun, but somehow he felt they had the upper
hand. He realized that the war would be an easy victory, but quickly quashed
the thought. Overconfidence was a constant enemy that quickly led to
downfalls. "Alright, ladies and gentlemen, we have a war to win."
The crew hastily returned to their duties.
Mr. Thorpe sounded worried, "I have something here on the
it on the screen."
screen shifted views, a starfield replacing the exploding hull. Iffley
expanded the magnification and gasped. Several hundred fighters were
approaching the fleet.
what are we going to do? Our weapons are based on large-scale fighting. The
chances of hitting one of those fighters is extremely slim."
know, Mr. Stone, I know."
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