Traumatized Carrier-Loving Mess
[Copero]
[3rd Expeditionary Carrier Line]
"Ma'am! Rhapsody's reporting an energy surge from the Brotherhood line-- Shield Disruptors; they've lost deflectors," D'Nea called out over a sudden flood of rings and screeches. Her teeth were gritted, her face fearful yet dignified. "Port Tyrant's intensifying bombardment. Captain Sansern's already reporting casualties."
They couldn't afford to lose Rhapsody. "Divert the attack wings for a sweeping run. Overture and Sonata-- Concentrated mass driver salvo on the engaging Tyrant. And order Rhapsody to target that blasted destroyer's disruption projectors!" Liedran was hardly wearing a calm expession when she managed to relax a brief spike in her breathing. "Put Dauntless in the way to soak up some damage."
"What's the status on their Golans?" the commodore queried as a comms officer parroted her prior orders through a microphone.
"Wearing down their shields-- 53% now."
"Good." The response was filled with relief, but found itself plunged under the long shadow of nervousness. It should have been a quick engagement; despite the smaller stature of the Alliance's individual vessels, their numbers should have let them mop the floor with the Brotherhood in minutes. And the Mawite forces themselves were fighting fiercely, though they must have known it was a losing battle. Kark... They were waiting-- they had to be waiting-- for reinforcements. Had nobody put up comms jammers?
She sure as hell hadn't ordered them up, not in time, at least. Dammit!
No use putting the jammers up now. A distress line was likely already on its way to a Mawite port. It wouldn't be very long before they mustered up reinforcements.
That returned her attention to the small, two-destroyer task force in front of the fleet. If the Alliance could mop them up quickly, maybe whatever back-up the Brotherhood could spare would think twice. She'd surely have an easier time focusing on one hostile at a time...
A small voice beckoned Liedran's weary gaze-- one of the younger ensigns. Comms Chief Laine. "Ma'am. Chiss forces calling in-- their Admiral wants us to focus more fire on the lead Tyrant. What should I tell them?" The junior officer looked expectantly at her, one finger pressing a headset to his ear.
"We already have half of the line focused on that destroyer, correct?" She turned her gaze slightly over to D'Nea, receiving a nod in turn. "Tell them we can't spare anything else at the moment." Cadence still had her guns focused on the Golan platform, and the remaining support ships were busy screening against the Mawite air wing.
There was a faint "Roger that, ma'am" she heard coming from Laine's console, but most of Liedran's attention had turned back to the tac-readings. Dauntless had leapt between Rhapsody to soak up a turbolaser barrage, but not before a concentrated strike burnt off the majority of the latter's forward armor. Even as she watched the warping display, Rhapsody was still struggling to intercept a barrage of hostile guided missiles.
At point of the 3rd Expeditionary, Overture and Sonata had de-intensified the streams of anti-fighter projectiles cutting outward from their flanks as their accompanying fighter wings broke off from the frigates' immediate vicinity. As the wings leapt through a small safe-zone in the frigates' screens, darting around to avoid the Brotherhood's squadrons on their way to the lead destroyer, the larger support ships briefly cut power to their maneuvering jets. Displayed on the Cadence's forward viewscreens were the sights of fire briefly belching from the bows of the Sonata and Overture; the slugs from their mass drivers began to converge on a Tyrant. Almost as soon as they'd fired, the frigates fired up their thrusters and began spinning, painting their immediate vicinities again in a blinding stream of unceasing plasma fire meant to cover the mad-dash of the allied bombing force.
The latter, the 11 squadrons drawn from elements of the 3rd Expeditionary, converged on the Intimidator, Y-Wings and B-Wings ready to unload their proton torpedoes onto the Tyrant's fading shields. A-wings and X-Wings swarmed around the bombers, darting port, starboard, ready to pull forward and cover the force's post-bombing retreat.
As she watched the perilous maneuvers on the viewscreens, Liedran felt a bad headache coming on.
Ships and Statuses:
ANV Cadence | Shields: 97.6% | Hull Integrity: FULL |
ANV Rhapsody | Shields: NONE | Hull Integrity: 60% |
ANV Chorale | Shields: FULL | Hull Integrity: FULL |
ANV Overture | Shields: FULL | Hull Integrity: FULL |
ANV Sonata | Shields: FULL | Hull Integrity: FULL |
ANV Ranger | Shields: FULL | Hull Integrity: FULL |
ANV Dauntless | Shields: 75% | Hull Integrity: FULL |
ANV Prelude | Shields: FULL | Hull Integrity: FULL |
ANV Muse | Shields: FULL | Hull Integrity: FULL |