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With the engagement swinging heavily into your favour, you are about to deliver the coup de grâce, but before you can decapitate the enemy destroyer, it diverts all power to its engines, charging full on ahead.
Your cruisers are unable to keep up with the ship, but your striker missiles slam into it, leaving it full of holes, however that is not enough to stop it.
Despite Datz’s efforts to pull back, both Raider slam into one another. For the first time, you finally witness what ships ramming each other looks like, and it is not a pretty sight.
Metal meets metal, as both vessels tear each other apart, plates are ripped off, entire sections are expelled into space, whilst other pieces of superheated material fuse together, forming a macabre mockery of the vessel’s original look.
Unfortunately, you have no time to admire, or perhaps be shocked by the sight, as you are once more snapped back to the present by the alarmed voice of the sensors officer.
“Sir, more enemies have entered visual range. Moving full speed towards the cruiser.”
You turn towards the tactical display and see another Raider and Guardian with a single Wolf arriving on the battlefield, not to mention the forces already burning towards you.
“Comms, get me Marc, I need that VIP secured, now.”
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(POV shift: You are Lieutenant Clianth Vitali, and you are up shit creek without a paddle.)
You’ve beaten back the ambush, at a heavy cost. Your force is down to less than 30%, on the bright side, the Raisatans are just as equally bloodied.
You grab a magazine off your XO, bits of his guts still staining it. You’ve nearly run out of ammo. Your left shoulder burns with every move.
The suicidal assault achieved some results, you’ve been pushed out of the main bridge, but you managed to barely hold on to the engine room. The situation there is still tethering, your men are hemmed in and surrounded, but holding their own.
“Private, gather whatever is left near the engineering bay, move down to the engine room and make sure that it is secured.” You call out to one of marines.
“The rest of you, on me, we have to break through.”
As you rise, you feel a sharp pain course through your body. Grunting, you make sure to stand as stable as possible.
Rifle bursts once more fill the hallways, whatever grenades, explosives, or volatile material in general you have, are chucked onwards, the explosives cause screams to rise. The hallways are scarred and mutilated.
Your men fall dead on the floor as they try to break through, in exchange you deliver suppressive fire and manage to clip and occasionally deliver a killing blow.
Ignoring the losses around you, as that is the only option available, you hurl yourself onto the closest Raisatan. Smashing your rifle against his head, you are able to knock the bastard down. He tries to jump back up, but before he is able to do so, you deliver a bullet straight through his visor.
