Traumatized Carrier-Loving Mess
SITREP: FUBAR
[3rd Expeditionary Carrier Line]
[ANV Cadence - Internalized C.I.C]
[Alliance Friendlies: Dracken Pryce , Kathryn Foster , Valery Noble , Sylix ]
[SJO Allies: Sol'yan ]
[Imperial Baddies: Hiram Voss , Melvain Braxis ]
[Ashlan Friendly(?): Isla Draellix-Kobitana ]
[3rd Expeditionary Carrier Line]
[ANV Cadence - Internalized C.I.C]
[Alliance Friendlies: Dracken Pryce , Kathryn Foster , Valery Noble , Sylix ]
[SJO Allies: Sol'yan ]
[Imperial Baddies: Hiram Voss , Melvain Braxis ]
[Ashlan Friendly(?): Isla Draellix-Kobitana ]
[Specialist First Class Larien Fraleshe]
The desperate hiss of a coolant stream flickered, fluttered, and finally died in the cold arms of the surrounding pipe. For once, Larien's racing breathing could make it past the surrounding noise. The puffs of his exhales were made clear against the frigid surrounding air, flattening and turning into splotches on the Cadence's metal hull. "Okay. Okay... Okay..." the specialist's teeth clamped down on his lip with the next deep inhale. "What else did the boss say?"
"Power junction Aleen-Four-Twenty-Nine-Fifty-Senth. Tertiary loading deck," came the panting response of the other specialist. Kelaine brushed a bead of sweat aganst the back of her glove. "Guess we'd better start-?" A crash. A screech of metal. Kelaine slammed into an adjacent bulkhead, the pained yelp coinciding with Larien's own as he hit the lid of the access panel. Face pressed unrelentingly against the hull, he could feel every vibration, every impact battering his ear drums. He felt the fizzling cries of secondary shield capacitors as fire and plasma ripped them in twain, then in fours, eights, sixteenths- "Kark!" the crewmen cried in unison as another quake rocked them both into another set of bulkheads.
"Come on, we've gotta-" Larien was just about to hobble to a stand and reach out for Kelaine when a beam of light fizzled and screeched. The prone specialists both stared upward in horror as a ghostly white blade drew a steady, deliberate circle in the ceiling above- Then rushed to grip at the hatches, the handles around them as a scorched plate of metal clattered to the floor-- and the decompression ripped them from the Cadence's deck. Still clawing for a metal rung, Larien felt his body take flight, eyes widening as the floor grew farther away, screeching as a jolt of pain ripped into his spine. The last sound he heard was that of his bones snapping in fragments. The last sight he saw... was that of the Imperials, descending to the Cadence's exposed corridor. And then there was silence. Nothingness...
"Ma'am. We've got a hull breech-- Compartment 1-10-96-SP!" there was a pause. Both Liedran and her damage control chief bore witness to pockets of red breaking out across the Cadence's hull like fiery rashes. "Multiple all across the main deck! Security's reporting-- Dear lords! Boarding parties!"
"Cameras, now!" the commodore screamed, and watched the flashes of motion flickering on a tertiary viewscreen. She couldn't believe her eyes. The Imperials had been suicidal enough to glide into a melee with the 3rd Expeditionary-- but this?! A boarding action!? They're karking insane! "Mobilize the security droids. I want the adjacent corridors and high-priority sectors locked off while our marines get into position! Let's move- Now!" Even nestled deep in the CIC, she caught the sound of colliding blast doors reverberating through the corridors, snaking through the decks to ricochet through the bridge.
Outside, the Crimson Command lay drifting, powered on its inertia alone as it skidded across the Cadence's defensive bubble. The rest of the engaging Imperial line had quieted their own bombardments at the first signal of their flagship being disabled, now apparently relegated to send glancing blasts in the path of the 3rd Expeditionary's escort frigates. It seemed clear they were counting on the success of their boarding action; and by the celestials, Liedran wouldn't dare grant them that opportunity.
The newly alighted determination in her heart sent the minutes flying, and before she knew it-
"Ma'am." She locked eyes with D'nea, the deathly still captain who hovered at the other corner of the situation monitor. The other Chandrilan nodded her head to the right, toward the communicator laying on the map's rim. "We just got a wide-net broadcast. All ships are to cease hostilities. We've confirmed it to be a legitimate Alliance broadcast, ma'am."
Liedran's head hung still as she pressed her eyes together, and breathed a delicate sigh of relief. But her breath crackled, warped with the gentle interruptions of sniffles. It was over... the fighting... the death.. the pointless, pointless... "Are the Imperials standing down?" she soon met a nod from the captain. Liedran paused for another shaky breath, then spoke, "Call off the attack. Alert Wings 1 and 3 to return to Cadence;" the last order was succeeded by a nod, directed toward Kathryn Foster . "Relay the orders to our marines on the ring."
It was a short-lived moment of peace, or some semblance of clarity, only to be interrupted by a frantic dash to face the security feeds. "Keep up the blast doors! And get the broadcast relayed through the intercoms, Now!" It looked like the boarding teams had already made plenty of progress, evident in the sights of lifeless, strewn bodies left in their wake. Her heart shattered, her eyes lit in flame, for the dead and dying in Cadence's corridors.
Her fierce gaze focused on the lead Imperial team, her mind half-tempted to decompress the entire compartment with the lot of them still inside.