The forces arrayed against the small Mawite battle group were truly overwhelming... but the CIS fleets, plural, seemed to be having a crisis of courage, coordination, or both. Some of them charged in, guns blazing, eager to engage the Brotherhood ships up close. Others dithered about at the edge of the quadrant, skittishly keeping their distance as they charged long-range weapons and launched transports. It certainly made things easier on the Maw to only have to fight a portion of the enemy at a time. And with the aid of the support ships that the pirate king
Talon Kyber had brought in, they could put up a good fight.
The enemy was still gradually arriving in a pattern just as piecemeal as their attacks, swelling their ranks to even greater absurdity; their Super Star Destroyers alone almost outnumbered the entire initial escort force the Maw had committed for Gehinnom's defense. Then there were battlecruisers, carriers, destroyers, artillery ships, and enough frigates and corvettes to block out the sun. The CIS had assembled a task force to rival the ambush the ancient Galactic Empire had sprung at Endor, demonstrating the power of ruling a full third of the galaxy. If and when they finally managed a coordinated assault, well...
The pirates would be greatly needed just to buy a few minutes' survival.
"Welcome to you, Lord of the Maelstrom," Tu'teggacha transmitted in reply.
"Tens of thousands of captives have already been loaded, and we have begun sending up double loads of slaves from the port." The Taskmaster hadn't actually
ordered that change - it had been
Ignatius Rausgeber
's innovation - but he was more than willing to take credit for its benefits.
"Soon Port Sorrow will be empty, and you will have your share of the spoils." Indeed, the Holy City of Gehinnom was
teeming with slaves... and that was
after fearsome
Dakrul
's vile ritual. There would be plenty more fodder for his wicked work.
Initially, only the battle group led by
Westenra Mina
and
Laertia Io
made any real impact on the Maw's orbital force. Though the Nuetralizers were skilled pilots, Tu'teggacha was confident that sheer numbers would eventually bring them down unless they received heavy support from other CIS craft, especially after Thornwaves from Kyber's pirate fleet joined the fighter screen. They were flying through a true
forest of Mawite craft, and sooner or later all of them would strike a branch. The branch being concentrated laserfire and concussion missiles, Tu'teggacha reflected, clarifying the metaphor in his head.
The larger problem was the strange
Leviathan, a ship that his bridge officers secretly thought somewhat resembled Tu'teggacha's own head. Its continual barrage of energy torpedoes and pulse cannon fire was ripping apart the
Nightmare Eternal's shields, then piercing them and shredding upper bulkheads and gun batteries. Concentrated Star Destroyer fire had already cleared half of the enemy frigates, but the remaining five had collectively opened up on the
Forge of Laments, piercing its shields as well... though the damage caused by the smaller ships was lighter. So far, anyway. It would continue to mount unless dealt with.
That left Tu'teggacha with a difficult command decision: stick to his initial strategy, or attempt to adapt. Of course, with the
Leviathan coming closer, he might be able to do both.
"Continue to concentrate fire on the enemy frigates," the Taskmaster ordered.
"With the added firepower of Kyber's vessels, we should be able to annihilate the rest of them in even less time. As for the Leviathan... prepare the Kitiakira." A rousing war chant accompanied those words. The Ebruchi had just authorized the Mawites' favorite kind of spaceborne warfare: boarding an enemy vessel.
Across all four Star Destroyers,
Kitiakira warbands - the savage Brotherhood version of ship-to-ship marines - assembled in the hangar bays, braying for blood. They boarded
hundreds of breaching pods, each of them carrying a six-man squad armed to the teeth with the kind of weapons that were messy and deadly in a starship's narrow halls: lightning cannons, electro-axes, radiation grenades. They had never boarded anything as strange as the
Leviathan... which only made them more eager to try it. The boarding pods shot out of the hangars like rounds from a mass driver, intending to slam into the bio-ship's flesh.
Many of them might be intercepted, but there would be many more.
Tu'teggacha was deeply attuned to the Force, but he lacked the darksight wielded by the Sorcerers of Rhand, the visions of oncoming destruction that guided their philosophy... and indeed had predicted this very battle long before it had begun. He could not foresee the arrival of
Isabella Pavan
and her Final Dawn relief force, if indeed even they would be enough to help against such long odds; all such plans were in the hands of the Dark Voice. But he could
physically see the 1st Task Force as they made their microjump, closing in to get around the bulk of Gehinnom that had blocked their long-range fire.
The Mawite forces made no attempt whatsoever to prevent the CIS transports from reaching the ground. Let them overrun Port Sorrow; the loading was nearly complete, and when it was, all the slaves the Confederates had come to rescue would be loaded up to Gehinnom. They would not dare shoot at the Holy City then, and if the bulk of their fleet stayed at a distance, there was nothing they could do to keep the station from departing with a hold full to bursting with captives. The enemy
Grievous-class Star Destroyers would be a problem at closer range; their depleted uranium shells were powerful ordnance.
Soon, no Mawite star destroyer was undamaged... but they stuck to the plan. They could turn to face this new threat once the
Leviathan was boarded and its frigate escorts were wiped out. In the meantime, Kryll taunted the enemy again. Tu'teggacha rolled his glossy eyes. The man was a classic example of a bored Marauder, eager for blood and glory but kept out of the action by his position aboard Gehinnom.
"We are nearly finished with the loading," the Taskmaster replied.
"Perhaps you'll get your battle another day, Kryll; the CIS is holding back, and that is our opportunity to escape with our living cargo."
Turning to his bridge officers - several of whom were cowering under their stations as energy torpedoes and uranium shells continued to slam into the
Nightmare Eternal's shields and armor, slowly wearing the star destroyer down - Tu'teggacha gave his next order.
"Warm up the Holy City's path engines. As soon as the last of the slaves are loaded, we will depart from this place. They will be left with nothing but a ravaged port and a barren world, their rescue utterly failed. It seems we need not even repel boarders." Was this what the Dark Voice had planned all along? Had he foreseen the CIS's hesitation?
The Taskmaster did not know... but he was eager to escape with his own hide intact.