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“Weapons, you heard the man.” You order, deferring to command rather than running off and doing something else. Right now, it was a simple matter of working together, or dying alone.
“Data-link up. MAC cannon, twenty percent charge.” Your weapons offer reported a few seconds later, and you couldn't help but frown at the slow recharge rate. By now, the <span class="mu-i">Dawn</span> would have been at thirty percent charge and climbing.
You couldn’t afford that sort of charge delay. Not now. So you turn to your expert on the ship’s systems. “Diana, can you give us any more power for the gun?”
“It’s either the MAC battery or the EW suite. Make your choice.” The smart AI replied, sounding a little… exasperated?
“Aren’t there any other systems you can pull from?” You ask, putting the unexplainable hint of emotion out of your mind for now.
“We already are, we’ve got nothing else unless you want to pull power directly from the engines. And I shouldn’t have to tell you why that’s a bad idea.” Diana simply shook her head, before beating your weapons officer to the punch. “MAC at sixty percent charge.”
You’re stuck sitting in silence for a few more seconds -silently raging at the engagement time that were slipping through your fingers- before the sound of the bridge door heralds the arrival of the bridge’s missing crewmember. From behind you, Lieutenant Commander Dyad yells. “What’d I miss?”
“Two CCS class cruisers have dropped in at extended range. We hit ‘em first and they almost hit us back.” You summed up the engagement as your XO bounded onto the raised command section of the bridge. If your internal clock was right, then she should have been asleep..
“Cruisers? When did they get here?” Dyad asked as she finally jogged into her post at your side, her messy hair and hastily placed eyepatch confirming your suspicions of a rude awakening.
“We can figure that out later, let’s just kill the bastards for now.” You brush off the question, before turning your attention back to the matter at hand. “MAC?”
“Almost there. Give me a few more…” Lieutenant [xxxx] trails off as the final few percent tick down on his console. The seconds feel much longer than normal as they pass, but they eventually do. “Charged! We’re firing on the Iconoclast’s trigger.”
You don’t have to wait much longer before the Longinus is once again thrown by the recoil of it’s massive spinal cannon. Though this time, you’re not alone, as the rest of the flotilla fires at once. Four destroyers fired four shots, with the Iconoclast and the Galaxy adding two more shots only a couple of seconds later as they quickly charge and fire their secondary MAC guns to keep up with the earlier volley.
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