Crushing blow in Pator
Coming out of warp far from any navigational aides, Tom immediately fired up his scanner, setting it to maximum range to be sure none of the terrorists were attempting to triangulate on his “safe” position. Tom’s breaths came ragged and heavy as his pod’s life support systems struggled to regain control of his adrenaline shocked body. Through the pod interface, Tom’s vision was limited to what his camera drone transmitted to him, but he knew that if he could see his hands, they would be shaking: from rage, from helpless frustration, from…fear? Surely that wasn’t possible. Tom had not known fear for some time.
Neither had Tom watched two AMAX battleships fall side by side in a single engagement.
Tom Hanks had just watched his Boss’s flagship succumb to no less than 4 scorpions, 2 ravens, and a Tempest, all members of a terrorist coalition responding to an AMAX patrol. Adding insult to injury, they had pulverized Harv Timmur’s scorpion as well, gutting the fleet and scattering several shocked support pilots.
At least Omadon had made it out in one piece…
Still regaining his composure, Tom checked his instruments and considered his and AMAX’s few remaining options. Tactical comms were alight with chatter, and the overall tone was surprisingly upbeat, but everybody wanted to know: what had gone wrong? It was a fair question. Engaging superior numbers and overwhelming firepower was nothing new for AMAX. Superior reconnaissance and carefully executed fleet maneuvers tended to neutralize such advantages.
_Hmph…superior reconnaissance…_Tom cringed as he was hit with the full weight of it: he had been lead scout on tonight’s patrol. His responsibility, his failure.
Over the comm. link, Russo was beginning to return order to the scattered fleet, instructing the survivors to withdraw and avoid enemy contact. _Better get comfortable, Hanks…_Tom began powering down his Merlin’s non-essential systems, depriving the enemy of any tangible signs of his presence in system. Disconnecting from the camera drone interface and adjusting his life support system to induce sleep, he could only comfort himself with a hymn that the Deacon Vorbarra had opened a CVA service with, months back…
A mighty fortress is our God,
A bulwark never failing!
Our helper, he, amid the flood,
O’er mortal ills prevailing…
His brain beginning to cloud with sedatives, Tom steeled himself for the trials that were sure to come with the following day. God’s work will be done, my mortal shortcomings aside…
I regret to report the loss of a scorpion, a megathron, and a blackbird to a large terrorist fleet in Lustrevik. The number and nature of tactical errors commited in such a short period of time almost gaurantee that such a loss will not be endured again, particularly after I brief our boys on what needs to be done better. I do hope my next post bring happier news of the success of God's humble servants.
Small consolation, but worthy of report: a stabber and vigil were downed minutes before the above engagement. The enemy, while not yet 7 battleships strong, had a significant edge in firepower and were unable to inflict appreciable damage on any of our fleet.
Our heads are still held high, God's work must be carried out by His faithful.
I just did the same damn thing on FU2's forums, God bless it!
Yeah. The above post belongs to me.
and for the record, the initial engagement was in Pator, the "crushing blow" came in Lustrevik. Gosh, I'm just goofing it all up today.
if the admins here simply set the forums to be registered you would not get this problem
QUOTEif the admins here simply set the forums to be registered you would not get this problem
here: have a coockie
Seek consolation in your Faith my friend.
True Zeal :twisted:
We retalliated with a Scorp tonight - courtesy of 5 Inties and Siobhans Apoc
Russo and I did some retaliation of our own: a jaguar was wiped out of existence under the watchful eye of a scorp and stabber, courtesy of my merlin and russo's kessie. We gave the stabber a right scare as well.
I love it when elite ships go boom.