[color=#FFFFFF]Luis, Maria and Jeffrey look out at the viewscreen to see the Pacific crippled after their grizzly nuclear strike. It appeared that perhaps too much damage to the Battleship was done, it's communications array had been obliterated.
"Initiate a hack of it's computer mainframe, send a direct message to Captain Dimitrov. Explain we have Miss Dimitrova. Explain that the only way he'll see her again is by giving us 200 million credits." "Hehehehehe..." "No Luis, Jeffrey will do it."
Jeffrey looked at the Pacific on the viewscreen, it had taken an extraordinary amount of damage. It was missing parts of it's nose section and it looked as if the whole of the docking bays had been ripped free from the vessel. A squadron if Maria's best Outcast Sabres were about to meet the stricken vessel, backed up by the Kansas Hacker Guard. It would have no chance.
"Nothing, it's not responding" "Board it then. Make Captain Dimitrov respond"
They looked back to the viewscreen, The Pacific had turned it's back to the oncoming fighters so that it's Primary Aft turrets could be used. With it's main weaponry currently offline, these were the only guns capable of defending the mighty ship. A gunship was flanking the ship and broke through the firing arc's of the Dreadnought. It sped upto it's maximum speed and crashed into what was left of the Pacific's docking bays.
"Perfect."
Several new blips appeared on the radar, Luis was the first to react to them.
"Red dots red dots red dots red dots!! LOTS OF THEM!"
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[color=#FFFFFF]It was the first chance Matt had of laying eyes back on the Pacific since the morning, and it looked a mess. Fighters were swarming it and the once gleaming vessel was quickly being reduced to a smoldering wreck. Matt looked on in horror.
"Status o'tha Pacific NOW!" "It's shields are offline, heavy damage to it's front and dorsal sections. It's firing all it's aft cannon's and from these power readings, Dimitrov's shunted all reactor power to the aft guns. It's putting up a hell of a fight."The Comm officer said. "Buggerit, Keep Red Wing with us and get the Omaha and the rest of our fighter squadron's over there to help out." "Sir, one wing of fighters and the Valiant are no match for..." "Do it! I'll bloody take control of tha' helm if ye dinnae do it lad!"
Matt moved over to the Engineering station, his background was one of Science, Physics and Engineering - much like his mother. He did everything conceivable to try and route as much power as possible to the forward shields.
"Use the pulses, hit the docking bays!"
The Valiant roared towards the Station, it's turrets and the weapons platforms surrounding it spat fire towards the little gunboat. It rocked back and forth, avoiding much of the fire aimed at it. Red Wing pulled ahead and starting shooting back at the platforms and turrets. Eventually, they would be overwhelmed.
"One of the docking ports just went offline, the pulse hit did it!" "Red wing cover us, Strike 2 to Airlock 1 - Ensign Michaels, with me! Roy, get us docked before we get blasted!"
Laser and missile flew out at the station as the Valiant nestled at the offline docking port. A hard seal was confirmed as the marines then blew the hatch and stormed onto the station. Red wing tried to keep the fire off the gunboat for as long as they could.
"Red one to Valiant, it's no good - we can't stay here. We have to get.. *ssshhhh* Ahh! I've been hit, argh.. We gotta get outta here!" "Lt Smith to Valiant and Red wing, we're on the station. Get clear now! Make sure ye come bloody back fer us."
Matt raised his Vengeance rifle down the corridor. Angel was on the station somewhere, but where? The Station was huge, and dangerously more powerful than they thought. The battle raging outside would be a lost cause if they did not act quickly.
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