Traumatized Carrier-Loving Mess
{Location: ANV Pegasus}
{3rd Expeditionary Squadron - Commodore Kathause in Command}
{Objective : Survive}
{ Kathryn Foster , Marlon Sularen }
{3rd Expeditionary Squadron - Commodore Kathause in Command}
{Objective : Survive}
{ Kathryn Foster , Marlon Sularen }
"Huntress and Dreamer have completed their jump... Ion missiles in bound for the Brotherhood Battlecruiser's predicted coordinates," The Pantoran took another few moments to consult the vessel's chief comms officer, "Beginning retreat as we speak..." The commander's eyes came to a defeated close, his tone meanwhile trailing off into dead silence.
"...What's wrong?"
"There's an interdiction field active... The epicenter seems to be in line with the battlecruiser's coordinates."
"Full sub-light retreat, maintain missile bombardment. Make sure our ships have fighters launched for screening. Stop outside of effective turbolaser range, but have Huntress prepare a concussion missile barrage to reinforce our own incoming squadrons," Fingers began to drum anxiously at the display set-up's rim, "Move us up to regroup with our front lines. Pegasus in front. And prepare the main battery for combat. Keep our hyperdrive prepped, and notify me as soon as their gravity wells can stop us."
Liedran's eyes scanned back down to an oversized sensor chart, and carefully took note of the gliding circles-- Two green ones marked as Huntress and Dreamer respectively, both fleeing a large red dot identified as the refinery, and another dot simply identified as "UNKNOWN." Another assortment of green moved in the opposite direction, Pegasus and the rest of her escort fleet, with denser clusters of fighters far to starboard.
The commodore's eyes never seemed to break from the display, her gaze only ceasing when she needed to blink-- and quickly returning to the situation at hand. A brief expletive sounded, though quiet enough for only her to hear as it should have been; no one had too, or should have heard their commanding officer expressing impatience as she did, especially in a delicate combat situation.
Their starfighters were approaching the orbital refinery with admirable diligence, at least, in Liedran's eyes. And in approximately two minutes, Pegasus and her frigates would be in a position to create a missile screen to hopefully overwhelm the enemy's defenses. But their odds would have been far better if they knew where to target.
She finally broke her own silence, and looked away from the screen, and likely wouldn't be able to catch her missile frigate and corvette flickering out from recognition. Nonetheless, Liedran held out an open hand, before the commander by her side finished a status briefing and passed her a communicator.
"Colonel," The commodore patched herself into their starfighter comms frequencies, and Kathryn Foster 's in specific, "Change of plans. Get a fly-by of that refinery. Stay out of their predicted laser cannon coverage, but try and get a few grazing shots along bulkheads, take out whatever sensor domes and communications dishes you can. We'll see if we can draw that battlecruiser out of hiding. Afterwards, proceed to our new coordinates. I'll have a point-defense screen ready to cover you if they send fighters."
When they send fighters.
Liedran quickly returned her eyes to the display.