“I need a report on the state of planetary conflicts,” he said. “Did they pull back from their positions?” “No sir,” said another technician. “Their assaults on the settlements are still going strong, sir.” A murmur spread across the bridge on hearing that. All had assumed that their forces were g
Every turret on the top deck of the carrier shifted and swiveled and adjusted as they tracked the many incoming enemy targets. Many pilots and gunners gripped their controls tightly as they anticipated the initial barrage. And once their targeting intelligences beeped in alert, squeezed their trigg
Cannons and chainguns and flak and rockets all fired into the massive bays, and peppered everything inside them. They tore apart fighters on the landing pads, munitions in the depots, repair printers, equipment, drones, crew members, everything. They hardly stopped as they continued down the line,
The Corvus Republic ported in with a blinding flash of light at the Sorellus port beacon, along with numerous others all around. Like them, there were all manner of combat ships porting into the area, ready to help defend the planet, and the 5th Fleet. Besides the Republic, there were a couple of c
A few of the other ship captains murmured in agreement, though quietly. “I’ll do my best to make sure you’re rewarded,” the admiral groaned. “Assuming any of us are still alive at the end.” Though none of the ships were reassured by any promise of a reward, they still made their way towards the zo
What worried hir far more was the carrier itself. Though it was clear that the carrier had blasted apart even more of the enemy since they arrived, it wasn’t nearly enough to even their odds. Readings and data from Maetel’s Lament showed that their topside armor was likely down to half strength.
“Am I actually hearing what I’m hearing?” Lucifer said with incredulity. “Better them than us, huh? How ruthless of you.” “Well, it’s like you sometimes say,” Freya replied, “that’s just how we have to be.” “That might be true, sure. But I’m also not always right.” This time it was Freya’s turn t
“Fine,” he said begrudgingly. “What do you propose?” “A number of your fleet just ported in,” Lucifer answered. “Give us control of half of them so we can harass the enemy’s flank. It’ll take heat from your position, and we get to do a little bloodletting. Your counter-maneuver will be more potent