06-18-2009, 07:35 AM
// This story is some horrible, ugly glomeration between Freelancer and Freespace 2. \\
On board the Ravana
Admiral Zane strode up and down the command bridge of the "Storta" class Outcast Destroyer christened the "Ravana". The 50 kilometer capital war vessel was the epitome of death. Zane's military boots made rhythmic clanks on the metal grate that covered the floor.
"Sir!" Called Lt. Commander Ash from below. "We've got incoming bogeys! I'm reading two cruisers, Aten class, and one Sekhmet corvette. They're exiting subspace 15 clicks out from us." Three Vasudan capital ships were on attack vector towards the Ravana. The Destroyer could likely handle the two cruisers alone. But the corvette changed their plans.
Zane's gruff voice, made weary with years of military service, spoke gratingly. "Rachel, scramble the bombers. I'll go down and brief them." Admiral Zane turned on his heel and strode with purpose to the maglifts, and rode it down to the fighter bay. Pilots were assembling in the briefing hall, and Zane took the microphone and display cam.
"Pilots attend." He said, "We are under attack by a Vasudan battlegroup. Two Aten-class cruisers and one Sekhmet-class corvette are coming in fast. We estimate them to be in beam range within two minutes. These Zod bastards think they can overwhelm us! Well, take a deep breath, pilots. You're smelling the newest addition to the Galactic Terran Alliance Armada. These will be your assignments; Alpha wing will pilot Medusa-class bombers. Beta wing will fly Ulysses fighters and keep Alpha's torpedoes safe. Alpha wing will focus on the Sekhmet, and our beam gunners can occupy the cruisers. Alpha's primary objective is to neutralize the Sekhmet's beam weaponry. Delta wing will fly heavy fighters to disarm the cruiser's offensive capability."
The metallic ringing of beam weaponry could be heard, along with explosions. "We're being hit by beam fire, pilots! Why aren't you out there already?" Zane yelled at the scrambling pilots.
The fighterbay doors opened, and the Terran pilots streamed out. Alpha, Beta, and Delta wings grouped up and began to pursue their objectives. Alpha launched their deadly volley of Harbringer-class warheads at the Mu, the Sekhmet corvette. The warheads brought death and havoc to the ship, each one ripping hull from the chases. The second volley penetrated the ships' outer hull, and the corvette began sucking space. Alpha 3, a bold pilot, flew in close to this hole and fired a torpedo directly into the bowels of the ship's reactor. The explosion ripped Alpha 3's bomber into pieces.
All the while Beta was grappling with Vasudan fighters, Osiris class. The Ulysses resembled a "C" while the Osirises looked more like pitchforks. Each prong was mounted a gun. Beta wing had the numerical advantage. Soon all of the Vasudan Osirises were destroyed, and, certain that Alpha could finish the corvette, flew to assist Delta with the cruisers.
The corvette went down in a huge fireball, and bodies of Vasudans flew out, their six-legged spider-like bodies thudding against Alpha wing's ships.
After calling in a support ship to rearm their torpedoes, Alpha flew into the cruiser fray in a flurry, dumping their torpedoes into the cruisers, wreaking total havoc. Zods dropped like flies, and when the last cruiser, the Anubis, tried to limp out of the fight, the Ravana fired a beam cannon directly into the engine. The ship puttered for a moment, then went dark. Escape pods were jettisoned and captured. The Anubis was boarded and prisoners taken. The ship was towed off for repair.
Admiral Zane watched with smug approval. He patted the railing in the command bridge. "Ravana, my girl, you're going to help us win this war."
On board the Ravana
Admiral Zane strode up and down the command bridge of the "Storta" class Outcast Destroyer christened the "Ravana". The 50 kilometer capital war vessel was the epitome of death. Zane's military boots made rhythmic clanks on the metal grate that covered the floor.
"Sir!" Called Lt. Commander Ash from below. "We've got incoming bogeys! I'm reading two cruisers, Aten class, and one Sekhmet corvette. They're exiting subspace 15 clicks out from us." Three Vasudan capital ships were on attack vector towards the Ravana. The Destroyer could likely handle the two cruisers alone. But the corvette changed their plans.
Zane's gruff voice, made weary with years of military service, spoke gratingly. "Rachel, scramble the bombers. I'll go down and brief them." Admiral Zane turned on his heel and strode with purpose to the maglifts, and rode it down to the fighter bay. Pilots were assembling in the briefing hall, and Zane took the microphone and display cam.
"Pilots attend." He said, "We are under attack by a Vasudan battlegroup. Two Aten-class cruisers and one Sekhmet-class corvette are coming in fast. We estimate them to be in beam range within two minutes. These Zod bastards think they can overwhelm us! Well, take a deep breath, pilots. You're smelling the newest addition to the Galactic Terran Alliance Armada. These will be your assignments; Alpha wing will pilot Medusa-class bombers. Beta wing will fly Ulysses fighters and keep Alpha's torpedoes safe. Alpha wing will focus on the Sekhmet, and our beam gunners can occupy the cruisers. Alpha's primary objective is to neutralize the Sekhmet's beam weaponry. Delta wing will fly heavy fighters to disarm the cruiser's offensive capability."
The metallic ringing of beam weaponry could be heard, along with explosions. "We're being hit by beam fire, pilots! Why aren't you out there already?" Zane yelled at the scrambling pilots.
The fighterbay doors opened, and the Terran pilots streamed out. Alpha, Beta, and Delta wings grouped up and began to pursue their objectives. Alpha launched their deadly volley of Harbringer-class warheads at the Mu, the Sekhmet corvette. The warheads brought death and havoc to the ship, each one ripping hull from the chases. The second volley penetrated the ships' outer hull, and the corvette began sucking space. Alpha 3, a bold pilot, flew in close to this hole and fired a torpedo directly into the bowels of the ship's reactor. The explosion ripped Alpha 3's bomber into pieces.
All the while Beta was grappling with Vasudan fighters, Osiris class. The Ulysses resembled a "C" while the Osirises looked more like pitchforks. Each prong was mounted a gun. Beta wing had the numerical advantage. Soon all of the Vasudan Osirises were destroyed, and, certain that Alpha could finish the corvette, flew to assist Delta with the cruisers.
The corvette went down in a huge fireball, and bodies of Vasudans flew out, their six-legged spider-like bodies thudding against Alpha wing's ships.
After calling in a support ship to rearm their torpedoes, Alpha flew into the cruiser fray in a flurry, dumping their torpedoes into the cruisers, wreaking total havoc. Zods dropped like flies, and when the last cruiser, the Anubis, tried to limp out of the fight, the Ravana fired a beam cannon directly into the engine. The ship puttered for a moment, then went dark. Escape pods were jettisoned and captured. The Anubis was boarded and prisoners taken. The ship was towed off for repair.
Admiral Zane watched with smug approval. He patted the railing in the command bridge. "Ravana, my girl, you're going to help us win this war."