Just the beginning of an encounter between an Omega and a rogue Sharlin.
A cold chill settled across his mind. "They were
waiting for us."
"What?! How?"
"It matters? Tell Green that they are cleared to
launch and engage. Gunnery, pulse mode, maximum
repeat, maximum power. Helm," his finger traced
a line across the command chair's subplot, "put
us -here-."
On the screen, the gleaming aqua shape of the
Blade Heart twisted, then shrank as the ship came
about to face its foe head on. Around it glimmered
the icons of eighty-one Windstar fighters - a full
alpha strike.
"This is gonna hurt," Comm observed with a death's
head grin.
"For what we are about to recieve -" Evironmental's
mocking prayer was cut off as a flare of screaming
emerald sparkled along the Heart's nose and leapt out
past the screens viewpoint. The entire ship
shuddered, and the scream of metal and energy went
on and on and on. Eventually, it stopped.
The Captain laughed. "The Lord make us truly thankful.
Damage?"
The DCO's voice was low and even, her thranx calm
unshaken. "Enviro Block Two has been holed straight
through. Interceptor batteries Seven through Nine
on local power and control. Five minutes to tie them
back into the net."
It would all be over by then.
"Yes!" Gunnery hissed, unaware of the bridge around
him. On screen, one of their volleys had finally found
its way past the Heart's interceptor fire to stitch
savage craters across its gleaming crystal flank.
Blade Heart's secondary weapons fired then, and thin
lines of yellow began to slash across the forward
third of the damage display. In the space between them
appeared the darting flickers of a dogfight.
The Windstar wasn't designed for such things - they were
far better suited to pursuits and interceptions, roles
where they could bring their impressive firepower and
screaming speed to the fore. Matched in close quarters
against mobile suits, they were as good as dead.
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