THE - GREAT - HUNT
---In Transit---
Klaxons sounded as warnings from the other fleet were shared through the Intermingled system. Dasmi staring through the viewport in silence as the bridge crew began to holler back and forth to configure their own systems to the readings they were receiving from what was likely a doomed group.
They had come to aid the Galactic Alliance.
His eyes slid over to the information panel as he registered the number of vessels that had jumped in near the Ragnarök.
And the Alliance would have to bury them as well it seemed.
---Currently Present----
- The Ragnarök
- 28 Squadrons of Multi-role Droid Starships (560)
- 4 Squadrons of Sensor Droid Support Starships (48)
- 10 Squadron of Armed Transport Shuttles (120)
- 1 CR90 MK VIII Assault Corvettes
ENS Herald - 4 Disruptor MK III Class Corvettes
ENS Castle
ENS Spark
ENS Medley
ENS Skipjack - 2 Monarch Class Destroyers
ENS Lasher
ENS Havoc- 12 Squadrons of Forsaken Starfighter Interceptors (240)
- 4 Squadron of Armed Transport Shuttles (48)
Location: Exegol, Outside the Red Honeycomb Zone
Objective: Fleeting
Warning alarms about an enemy presence outside the Honeycomb reverberated through the crew's skull. Eyes scanning the systems before them to find the solutions as a mass of vessels appeared. Dread was quick to settle as the crew moved about their stations in preparation.
Rimes unmoving and giving few orders aside from the call to the med stations aboard to prepare for large numbers of inbound wounded.
The crimson eyes never betrayed the sense of defeat at the sight of such a group off to their side. Their own vessel having been prepared for a different battlefield than the one that had been sprung on them.
Systems were checked as the first wave of weapons ran across the shields, and their own deployment of Droid Starships began to pour out to meet the incoming.
The Herald had begun its pass through the divide, the Lasher hot on its heels as the Havoc slowed to finalize its approach.
Halting forward movement to understand the signals it was receiving. Thrusters engaged along the nose to adjust its course beginning to warm when they sent their signal.
<"This is the ENS Havoc, adjusting cour-">
<"ENS Havoc, if you adjust your course and return to your position we will fire upon you for dereliction of duty. Press forward with your orders.">
The radio silence was deafening. Even the sound of the Missiles connecting with the outer shielding seemed minute compared to the tension that rode them all in those few seconds between.
<"Solid Copy, Ragnarök. See you on the other side.">
The thrusters went cold as the main thrusters pushed it forward slowly into the waiting storm, the Herald almost completely through as the Ragnarök shuddered against the storm that had arrived.
The Medley had been torn apart by the incoming fire, unable to get its vectors in before the Missiles had reached them. The Skipjack had rounded remarkably well while the other two hadn't quite believed the sensor readouts provided.
The shield shimmered along the surface of the Ragnarök. Hull plating in places glimmering in white hot heat briefly as pieces penetrated the overdrawn system while the vessel began to execute its turn.
"Give them a broadside before diverting weapon power to engines. We need to get the nose pointed in to reduce shield overdraw. ENS vessel provide what cover you can from those blasted munitions!"
Rimes hissed along the comms, staring at the enemy that had countered them.
The Disruptor vessels for their size were covering the zones with ease, anti-starfighter duties taken with their survival on the line in mind. There was little communication between the Gunners and the data being provided.
The systems almost overworked as the bearings began to cook the lubricant packed inside from the severity of movement. Missiles were still coming in. The protective shimmer of the Ragnarök shield fading in spots as the Disruptors crew's adjusted course to provide better coverage while remaining protected.
It was a painful wait, the hulking mass unwilling to move like a dainty cruiser.
Rimes silently despised the bulk, watching the targeting vectors align for a broadside salvo.
"Rapid and Continuous fire from all stations with a firing vector." The Ragnarök let loose with half of its firepower. The orbital autocannons slowly traversing to gain a target lock while the vessel itself turned and bucked against the incoming fire.
---Tags---
Enemies:
Onrai
Allies: GA | EE