Location: Ison Corridor; deep in the nebula
Objective: Observe, Assess, React to situation
Allies: [member="Carlyle Rausgeber"], [member="Ashin Varanin"], [member="Achim Veers"], [member="Aedan Miles"]
Enemies: [member="Alexandra Morrow"], [member="Cathul Thuku"], [member="Silara Varis"], [member="Zark"],
Assets: ISNS Maalraas Nobilis (1,000m)
Commander Dellos watched his young officers hurry about the task of readying the warship for combat. Sensor readings were triple-checked and routed through to individual fire control systems. Engineering teams monitored thousands of system status reports. Enlisted men and women readied themselves for the physical tasks of combat. And the medical bay prepared to receive wounded. Thousands upon thousands of moving parts, both metal and organic, made up a single instrument of war.
"Primary reactor at 80%. Secondary reactors at 15%. Bringing weapons fully online." Called a the voice of a young woman.
"Good. Prepare to launch-" T'yr began, stopping mid-sentence as the Alliance Dreadnought disappeared into streaks of light. "What the kark?"
"Primary target micro-jumped. She's behind the First Order Dreadnought." Reported the same young officer from the previous post.
"Secondary target is turning away from us, sir. Along the projected course." Called out another young voice.
"Incoming fire!" Called out yet another voice,this one tinged with urgency and a hint of self-imposed priority. "No hits. Wide and scattered. Random... They're searching for us."
<Well kark.> T'yr thought to himself allowing the barest moment of reflection before issuing orders to his men and women of war. A quick glance at the holodisplay confirmed the various reports, but also let T'yr get a more precise understanding of their situation. A pair of Alliance cruisers were firing randomly into the void hoping to score a hit. Odds are, someone had put two and two together about the size and number of missiles that had been launched and realized the piddly little science vessel couldn't have fit them all in her hull. At least... Some of them had. Perhaps a ghost of a sensor reading had given them away... Regardless, the Alliance ships were opening fire just below the Maalraas Nobilis 's belly, and the ship was continuing to rise on maneuvering thrusters.
The enemy anticipated an attack from behind.
T'yr had already been positioning himself for the Alliance ship's response to the First Order ship barking under their nose.
"Update ordnance profile." Commander Dellos called out. "Adjust time delay to engage the cruisers, ASAP, and plot a new firing solution. Once both salvos are ready for launch, initiate attack. Do not wait for my command."
"Understood, Commander." Called out an echo of voices from fire control.
"Bring Primary Reactor to one-hundred percent and secondaries to 40-percent." T'yr called out to his engineering officers as his ship continued to rise, chasing the rotating aft-end of the 2km Alliance Heavy Star Destroyer. "Navigation! Once ordnance is launched, rotate us 90-degrees counter-clockwise, angle us 20-degrees to starboard, and put engines at ahead full." T'yr called out to another team of young men and woman.
"Fire control: once the drives kick in, drop cloak and initiate full weight of fire on the Heavy Star Destroyer. Prioritize the ion drives." Commander Dellos ordered as he glanced back at the holodisplay. The scattered fire from the pair of cruisers was getting close. Very close.
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"Firing missiles." Called out the excited voice of a young woman a split second before a rolling series of thumps reverberated through the hull and a twin salvo of Intruder missiles raced towards the cruiser pair with disabled guidance systems and -very- fast-burning thrusters.
Beneath his feet, the Maalraas Nobilis rolled onto her left side with a series of finely calculated nudges from maneuvering thrusters before angling herself towards what had previously been "up", bringing herself perpendicular to the rotating hull of the hostile warship. A split second later, a powerful suite of ion drives roared with life as the Light Star Destroyer kicked forward, dropping her cloak in a flurry of light and activity. Within the chest of the mechanical beast, fuel poured into the already brilliant miniature sun that formed the beating heart of the ship. Slowly, the sun began to burn brighter and brighter as it built up to it's full operating capacity, powerful electromagnetic fields straining to contain it's power while exotic metals and chemicals struggled to protect the ship from it's fury. Elsewhere within the ship, this was echoed by two dozen smaller, more exotic reactors that inched their way towards more and more powerful outbursts of power.
Rapid-firing heavy Turbolasers and slow firing Masers and Megamasers lashed out at the larger ship, focused upon and around the glowing cones that were the enemy ship's ion drives. At the edge of her engagement range, the shots would have been hard-pressed to land against a smaller, faster target. But the Alliance Destroyer was large and slow. Likewise, the broadsides capabilities of the Csilla-class were well above what would be expected of a ship her size. At close ranges, she could match a ship nearly half-again her size on either side. (She can match "Average/Moderate" for a full sized Star Destroyer on two targets at once)
"For the record." T'yr began, not wanting to miss a teachable moment. "That was a perfect executed micro-jump and the perfect example of why you always follow up a micro-jump by initiating interaction."
"Power output at 167-percent and climbing." Reported T'yr chief engineer.
"Prioritize weapons and propulsion." Commander Dellos said calmly before turning his attention towards other stations. "Rotate us another 75-degrees counter-clockwise. Get me a secondary firing solution on the Alliance LSD." He ordered. (The Scythe-class)
