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On the Bayonet's edge - VoluptaBox - 09-16-2011
Executive Commander Cristina Hunter was leading a squad of Hellfire Legion ships into Texas on a regular scout. Their aim with the patrol was to monitor the influence of Rheinland ships within Liberty borders after the capture of the Battleship Westfallen.
All seemed normal until around 10 rogue signatures appeared on scanners. Despite the force appeared to be twice the size of her squad, she did not doubt her men.
Ok, lets check those signatures out, we got a patrol to finish up. Cristina said confidently.
As the ships approached silently, she noticed that they were not all fighters: there were three Bactrians, and they were ahead of the wolves pack.
Maybe they're smugglers we busted? It just doesn't make sense...
Just then a transmission from one of her wingmen: Commander, the Bactrians are filled with explosi-
The silence was broken by the freighters exploding violently, ripping her squadmates' shields apart, and tearing apart the explosion resistant plating. Thankfully, her ships advanced shielding system, and plating held the explosion at bay, that's not to say her ship wasn't damaged. Her Sabre was messed up, infact, the nose of her ship was completely missing.
She opened up squad comms: All ships report!
Only one reply, from the ship that reported the explosives: Commander, I'm here, but my ship's totaled, I ca-
Quickly following the feighters, the rest of the ships had closed the distance. The 3 Greyhounds and 4 Eagles ripped the totalled ship to shreads, killing the pilot mid communication.
Now it was Cristina aginst those 7 pilots, fighting for her life. With a good dose of courage and colorful language, she activated her weapons and began maneuvers.
In the meantime, Mandalorian Consul Simon Templar was relaxing in the bar on Planet Pittsburg, just out of a fight with some pirates, and finishing repairs on his vessel.
You seriously want me to believe that you can fight better when drunk?
You don't have to believe me, keep drinking for a while, then meet me outside. Keep in mind, the secret is to aim in between the two of them! Replied Simon.
As he was undocking, he received a call from another Mandalorian Consul, and dear friend, Sebastian Rodriguez: Do you plan on doing any work today? We have reports of a large explosion in Texas, sector F6. I'd check it out myself, but I am both far and busy, not to mention not at all sober.
You have the right excuse, don't you? I'll head there, but you owe me one.
With that his ship was off, and he was in Texas in no time. He arrived at the Sugarland where he got reports of a skirmish off in the distance, they estimated a skirmish between two rival pirate groups, and the use of high grade explosives had been reported. There was still alot of fire being exchanged.
This better be worth my time..
On the Bayonet's edge - ChillerMiller - 09-16-2011
It started to be rough for Cristina's badly damaged sabre, now under constant pressure of enemy fire, however, the Executive Commander managed to destroy the 3 Greyhounds.
The easiest part was done, now there would be only the 4 Eagles.
"Why is it always me who has to do the dirty work ?" were her thoughts. She sighed and focused on dodging the uncountable ammount of gunfire that rained down on her ship's hull. She had no counter measures left and was now an easy target for enemy missiles.
She realised that when the console showed incoming missiles and when there was no reaction after pressing the button to launch counter measures. She sighed again.
"This day sucks." she said with an angry tone. The missiles exploded around her ship, ripping apart one of its wings. Cristina lost control of her ship for some moments. The impact of the missiles pushed the pilot to the sides of the cockpit.
She heard a strange sound coming from her shoulder followed by incredible pain, but there was no time to think about it. Instead she just cursed at her enemies, a method that always helped her to forget about pain.
The sabre, or what was left of it, was now under her control again, a lot of people would call it flying scrap metal now.
She made a quick turn and surprised one of her enemies, shot down his shield with her guns and landed a razor hit on his hull, which was enough to end its existence.
During this whole chaos she was only able to take a short look on the scanners, there was something incoming, but she wasn't able to identify it.
There was only the hope for help, another enemy would definately be her death.