[member="Lord Mettallum"]
Fleet
SVS Ripper- Lucrehulk-class Battleship
- -Shields: 100%
- -Fighters: 100%
- -Weapons:100%
- -Hull: 100%
- -Systems: 100%
SVS Destroyer- Munificent-class Frigates
- -Shields: 100%
- -Weapons:100%
- -Hull: 100%
- -Systems: 100%
SVS Capitulator- Munificent-class Frigates
- -Shields: 100%
- -Weapons:100%
- -Hull: 100%
- -Systems: 100%
SVS Vengeance- Munificent-class Frigates
- -Shields: 100%
- -Weapons:100%
- -Hull: 100%
- -Systems: 100%
SVS Crusader- Munificent-class Frigates
- -Shields: 100%
- -Weapons:100%
- -Hull: 100%
- -Systems: 100%
There was a pause on her Lucrehulk as the crew chimed in. Captain Varis had been a little addled in the brain since the Ison corridor. The loss of her ship, the almost certain destruction of many of her crew. These things took a toll on a junior officer. Still she persisted, and when Alliance High command had offered her another shot, she took it.
Except she was doing this on the side. It was a simulated tournament, but it had all the realism of a real fight. She wanted to see if she still had her edge, her resolve. Trauma could wreck an officer. Especially a Naval one.
Still she was resolute, and held her own so far.
They were in a gas giant, with SVS Ripper shielded by her escort Munificients. So far she had arranged them in a delta formation, even plane around her Lucrehulk. Fleet command was new concept to her. Ship command was not.
"Nothing on scopes Ma'am, this gas giant is blinding us."
"Hold tight and keep trawling. Keep all systems on standbye. Weapons!"
"Aye Ma'am!"
"Keep all guns across the fleet spun up and powered."
"Aye Ma'am."
Silara clutched the railing as she always did. It grounded her, and gave the young Captain a sense of clarity. Something she desperately needed in her turbulent times of late.
"Ma'am you alright?" Her XO asked.
She grimaced. The man had been through more than any person could ask of them. He had replaced a former officer, one whom she had to kill at gun point due to mutiny. He'd endured her mad tactics and hours of tirades. How did he still care? The family of arms ran deep in their blood. That was the only reason.
"Yes. In fact relax XO. Today I swear to to the void, I'll keep it chill."
And keep it chill was what she did, lighting a deathstick and ripping it deep. She let the noxious smoke loose like a dragon and watched the tac screens as they trawled the gaseous atmosphere.
Summary:
- SVS Ripper and fleet move in a wedge formation, SVS Ripper Center Middle.