Anaxsi Hawk
Loske Treicolt
Maynard Treicolt
Kathryn Foster
Olen Halcorr
Cassius Callaesar
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For all his bravado to his men, Constantine was terrified. Underneath his seemingly calm exterior, the man was screaming. He wanted to run, to save his men and his own life. The line, in a V formation, pushed on. Shier guns were more than capable of killing the small monsters that were giving the fighters so many problems. larger ones gave them more issues, but were still kept off. The largest monsters however, were tearing through frigates in the armada behind them.
"Sir! The Sarlacc is reporting taking damage!
"Order them to get out of here. I don't want unnecessary casualties."
"Yessir!"
The Sarlacc was the second ship he'd had to order to retreat so far, the first being the Osprey. Both Warrior-IIs had reported once they got to safety. The fleet was moving surprisingly quickly, but the monsters were getting more dense. as if...as if they were protecting something. A signal came through from the fighters. A crystal structure had been found, and it seemed to be what the monsters were protecting.
"I want that message relayed to the admiralty and to all ships in the line. We know what we're gunning for."
"Yes sir."
The order was relayed back to the fleet, with the Hawk's stronger communication systems. Constantine wasn't entirely sure what they were looking for, but it would be different from anything else. The monsters would also be much worse there. The line sped onward, blasting as it went. Two more ships, Panther and Toad, were forced to turn around soon. They hadn't even reached the center yet.
"Sir! Scanners are down!"
"What?"
"We're completely blind sir, I'm trying to figure out what's wrong but other ships are reporting it too!"
"Signal the fighters, tell them we're going to need them to guide us to the target."
"Predator, Eagle, Newt, and Crow are reporting damage sir!"
"We've lost contact with Canary!"
So many things were happening at once. This was battle. Battle was chaos. And chaos is where Constantine thrived. His palms stung from the pain of him digging his nails into his own flash, but it focused his mind even more. He spoke with purpose and confidence to inspire his men and disguise his own uncertainty.
"Order those ships to get out, and try to get in contact on Canary. If you can't I want a ship to try and see what kind of condition Canary's in."
"What should I tell the fighters, sir?"
"Patch me through," He waited for a moment when he was patched in to the Fighter's comms, "This is Commodore Oliva. My ships' sensors are down, we'll need you to guide us to the target."
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For all his bravado to his men, Constantine was terrified. Underneath his seemingly calm exterior, the man was screaming. He wanted to run, to save his men and his own life. The line, in a V formation, pushed on. Shier guns were more than capable of killing the small monsters that were giving the fighters so many problems. larger ones gave them more issues, but were still kept off. The largest monsters however, were tearing through frigates in the armada behind them.
"Sir! The Sarlacc is reporting taking damage!
"Order them to get out of here. I don't want unnecessary casualties."
"Yessir!"
The Sarlacc was the second ship he'd had to order to retreat so far, the first being the Osprey. Both Warrior-IIs had reported once they got to safety. The fleet was moving surprisingly quickly, but the monsters were getting more dense. as if...as if they were protecting something. A signal came through from the fighters. A crystal structure had been found, and it seemed to be what the monsters were protecting.
"I want that message relayed to the admiralty and to all ships in the line. We know what we're gunning for."
"Yes sir."
The order was relayed back to the fleet, with the Hawk's stronger communication systems. Constantine wasn't entirely sure what they were looking for, but it would be different from anything else. The monsters would also be much worse there. The line sped onward, blasting as it went. Two more ships, Panther and Toad, were forced to turn around soon. They hadn't even reached the center yet.
"Sir! Scanners are down!"
"What?"
"We're completely blind sir, I'm trying to figure out what's wrong but other ships are reporting it too!"
"Signal the fighters, tell them we're going to need them to guide us to the target."
"Predator, Eagle, Newt, and Crow are reporting damage sir!"
"We've lost contact with Canary!"
So many things were happening at once. This was battle. Battle was chaos. And chaos is where Constantine thrived. His palms stung from the pain of him digging his nails into his own flash, but it focused his mind even more. He spoke with purpose and confidence to inspire his men and disguise his own uncertainty.
"Order those ships to get out, and try to get in contact on Canary. If you can't I want a ship to try and see what kind of condition Canary's in."
"What should I tell the fighters, sir?"
"Patch me through," He waited for a moment when he was patched in to the Fighter's comms, "This is Commodore Oliva. My ships' sensors are down, we'll need you to guide us to the target."