“Reverse the polarity of the neutron flow!” - The Doctor
Klaxons rang all throughout Tartarus Base as the Admiral’s lockdown order went into effect. Civilians, merchants, and contractors fled to their habs, closed their blast shutters, and sealed their doors shut. In contrast, military and combat personnel swarmed in droves to do their duty. Armored hop
“It’s because their very existence helps prevent wars! Knowing that we’ve got technological superiority keeps every aggressive nation out of our territory!” Merlin laughed again. “Naive bitch! All the arms race does is make waste! Waste that ends up being used against normal people. Waste that end
Merlin flew over to Valos’ heavy frigate as his fighter escort easily polished off the drones that were chasing him. He swooped over to the frigate’s armored belly, and slowed as he came closer. And when he reached a certain distance, portions of the armor slid aside and folded into each other. As
And though their sensors recovered as their armor stitched itself back together, they didn’t get much of a reprieve. Waiting for them as they exited the asteroid field was the Admiral, a handful of frigates, and swarms of drones. Valos grimaced. “So they just softened us up, huh? Then they’re go
The doors to the bridge snapped open as Merlin walked through. He whistled in awe at the simplicity and efficiency of the bridge’s layout. It was the first time he had ever been on a bridge like this, and he was absolutely delighted to the core. Valos stood in the middle along a catwalk, while his
The strength of their shots sheared off entire sections of the frigates. One had a third of its hull wrenched completely off, and its structure glowed brightest where it was shorn. Pirate crewmen were thrown into the vacuum of space, where they slowly choked to death. Their bodies ballooned as the
The Admiral led her handful of frigates back towards the base at a nearly breakneck speed. Pirate fighters nipped at their heels and tapped at their armor with cannonfire, but only just scraped against the surface. The panicked crewmembers on them were certainly thankful for the frigate’s thicker a
“Admiral. I got diagnostics still running, but what I got so far - you’re not gonna like it. Every single junction and transformer on the station is dead. Well, not dead dead, but dead enough. All of ‘em got damaged from those surges. Some short-circuited, some blew their fuses. A couple blew apart