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The bridge rocks back and forth, equally destructive fire is exchanged between both sides.
The remainder of your fleet concentrates on locating and securing possible survivors of this bloody battle, whilst your strikers instead concentrate on pelting the remaining enemy cruiser.
“Fire on deck 3 !” Calls out one of the bridge officers, the chaotic situation all around has been growing in volume, as more breaches are reported, more unlucky crewmen caught by the explosive M.A.G. rounds are either killed instantly or jettisoned out to space.
The head-on fight, reminiscent that of rams duelling, shifts to a new phase as neither side seems to be all too enthused about ramming one another.
<span class="mu-b">A shame, I could have really showed them my specialty.</span> You give yourself a moment to muse.
With both ships presenting their broadsides to each other, more plates of armour are stripped off, more damage reports are called out.
“Warrant officer Gavril Radu to bridge, our portside barracks just got blown out ! Either finish this fight now, or we will all be sleeping in corridors !” The annoyed voice of your best friend calls out. With your command style, you think you can see why he wants to retire.
“Sir, detecting explosion, off the enemy portside, ammo detonation confirmed.” Quickly informs you the sensors officer.
And he is correct, what a sight to behold. The entire port broadside of the enemy Vigilance-class is torn out, the force of the burst, assisted by space’s endless desire to strip away life, sees dozens of screaming menials in space suits thrown into the void. If they are lucky, they shall be caught by your men and they will be killed quickly, if they are not, they shall face a slow death via asphyxiation.
“Sensors, enemy power output ?” You ask, keeping your voice steady.
“I am reading cascade failure, sir. Most systems losing power, what remains of her is dead in the water, Captain.”
“Good, Tetreault have a wolf keep an eye on that thing, the rest of force shall continue their search for survivors.” <span class="mu-b">Hopefully, I will find whichever bastard transmitted that high-priority message. If only Baron were here, he could secure that ship blindfolded.</span>
<span class="mu-r">Search for survivors 1d100 best of 2</span>
Whilst that operation is undergoing, how shall you deal with crippled cruiser ?
>Just blow it away, you need not risk more lives of your men.
>Once the survivors are secured, have your officers prepare their marines. Most of the trophies will belong to them, but you only really need one person, don’t you ?
>Transmit a message demanding their immediate surrender, if you’re in luck, they might still have something to actually receive your message with.
The remainder of your fleet concentrates on locating and securing possible survivors of this bloody battle, whilst your strikers instead concentrate on pelting the remaining enemy cruiser.
“Fire on deck 3 !” Calls out one of the bridge officers, the chaotic situation all around has been growing in volume, as more breaches are reported, more unlucky crewmen caught by the explosive M.A.G. rounds are either killed instantly or jettisoned out to space.
The head-on fight, reminiscent that of rams duelling, shifts to a new phase as neither side seems to be all too enthused about ramming one another.
<span class="mu-b">A shame, I could have really showed them my specialty.</span> You give yourself a moment to muse.
With both ships presenting their broadsides to each other, more plates of armour are stripped off, more damage reports are called out.
“Warrant officer Gavril Radu to bridge, our portside barracks just got blown out ! Either finish this fight now, or we will all be sleeping in corridors !” The annoyed voice of your best friend calls out. With your command style, you think you can see why he wants to retire.
“Sir, detecting explosion, off the enemy portside, ammo detonation confirmed.” Quickly informs you the sensors officer.
And he is correct, what a sight to behold. The entire port broadside of the enemy Vigilance-class is torn out, the force of the burst, assisted by space’s endless desire to strip away life, sees dozens of screaming menials in space suits thrown into the void. If they are lucky, they shall be caught by your men and they will be killed quickly, if they are not, they shall face a slow death via asphyxiation.
“Sensors, enemy power output ?” You ask, keeping your voice steady.
“I am reading cascade failure, sir. Most systems losing power, what remains of her is dead in the water, Captain.”
“Good, Tetreault have a wolf keep an eye on that thing, the rest of force shall continue their search for survivors.” <span class="mu-b">Hopefully, I will find whichever bastard transmitted that high-priority message. If only Baron were here, he could secure that ship blindfolded.</span>
<span class="mu-r">Search for survivors 1d100 best of 2</span>
Whilst that operation is undergoing, how shall you deal with crippled cruiser ?
>Just blow it away, you need not risk more lives of your men.
>Once the survivors are secured, have your officers prepare their marines. Most of the trophies will belong to them, but you only really need one person, don’t you ?
>Transmit a message demanding their immediate surrender, if you’re in luck, they might still have something to actually receive your message with.
