Author: Derek MArlar
That God (Continued Some More)
A Day Earlier
When the docking cycle finished, and the boarding party was headed through the tube, Kier pushed the button on his remote. Perish may not have scuttling charges, but didn't mean he had to leave her computers intact. As the Marine sentry plopped down in Perish' gravity the EMP Kier had just trigered rippled through the Frigate, and the enemy pinnace.
The entire ship crackeled with blue electricity and the half dozen warheads he had just detonated in the tube made the ship leap and shudder. The docking tube creaked and shattered behind the Marine, and although Perish had survived this long without damage, every one of his crew were in their skin suits, helmets seal, and ell away from any of the missiles.
"Databases destroyed sir, may II have permission to leave ship?" the shipsoul asked.
"Granted," Kiersaid as he flew out the hole where a docking tube had been.
Kier saw the Marine ahead of him and took careful aim. There were only two or three weak spots on a Battle suit, and the bottom of the groin was one of those. Kier pulled off a single shot before the Marine floated around, slowly draining out of his suit through that bullet hole.
Present
Kier made the breach in one floating leap, his suit protecting hm from any harm that hurricane may have caused. He flung himself down the corridor at break neck speed, passing several Navy ratings as he flew. They tryed to stop him, but the People outmassed Caithans byalmost double.
He bulldozed the last rating as he turned another corridor. Checking the pad he had purloined, he took a drop tube down a level and continued his mad dash for Fusion One.
***
Kaff swore as reports of the Ardenian Commander came in. He certainly seemed to be headed for Fusion One, and that was not promising.
How was that man doing this? He had luckand skill on his side, it seemed. Kier had blasted four Marines and fate had taken another from his path. This guy just wasn't stopping.
And he had manged to eject Fusion Two. Kaff cursed.
"I want every Marine in the forward compartments to converge on Fusion One. Take that Ardenian out." Kaff couldn't help but admire him, even if he was set on destroying her flag ship.
Her flag was taking too much fire for that sized enemy fleet. Some how they knew the History was the key. Damn it, how did they know?
***
The ANS Preet trembled as a fresh batch of missiles came in. Those Merchant-class ships were killers. His dreadnaught flag ship was taking slightly fewer hits than the rest of his scrambled todgether fleet, yet some how Fleet Admiral Junach had to take the system back.
The Perish' shipsoul had been waiting on the warp point when his scouts had gone through, and the news the Frigate's soul was carrying was disheartening. There was no more radio coming from Miryth. The things Perish had shared were of limited use, but at least the soul had thought to copy some of the tactical information before Kier had blown the computers.
If that Lt. Commander survived this invasion he would be a Captain in no time. If the Community survived, he would be a lost hero. Junach forced himself to come back to the here and now.
Dispite all his tactical advantages, the enemy would fall. The only question was how much of the fleet would be leeft afterwards. Junach had already realized his force would not survive this engagement. He had sent two Frigates to sit on the warp point to pop back with the final battle information the moment he sent the order, but even that did little to calm his nerves.
Preet suddenly limped to port, its Drive field fluctuating. If Junach' force died, at least they would take the enemy's flagship with them.
That God continued.
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