up.
“He’s headed for the Capitol Building, Mario. Will you hurry it up, please?”
“Hey, I’m flying this thing as fast as I can.. If you’re not happy about how fast I’m flying, you can always get out and push,” Mario growled.
“Switching to quad lasers,” K’Alan said, ignoring the barb. He flicked a switch on his weapons display.
“You should have a clear shot now, Kal.” Mario said softly.
K’Alan grunted as he fired. He kept his finger on the firing button until the raider was reduced to ash.
“Hey, buddy!” Mario called. “You can let up. You got him.”
“Yeah, I did,” K’Alan said, a tear in his voice. “But we’re too late. Look.”
“Oh, Lord!”
1.30.2136
1643
Brentax Duhari class cruiser Torellia Corvax
Bridge
M’Bek Tarmos, Supreme Commander of the Brentax Empire, smiled with sadistic glee as he watched the carnage on the forward view screen.
“Supreme Commander,” the weapons officer reported. “The planet is in flames.”
“Excellent, T’Marik. And the Capitol City?”
“The Capitol City has been reduced to rubble, Commander,” T’Marik said with pride.
M’Bek leaned in his chair and looked at his cold kamarat root tea, and he sent the cup skidding along the floor of the bridge. He looked at the young Brentax female standing by the door.
“Y’Ada, fetch me a new cup of tea, and clean up this mess,” M’Bek barked.
“Yes, sir.”
Much to his delight, she set right to work cleaning up the spilled tea from the deck.
She might just be my victory celebration, he thought with glee as he watched her.
“Supreme Commander,” T’Marik caught his attention. “I have some schematics of the Star League ship for you.”
M’Bek sighed, wishing he could watch the young woman finish her work. Yes, he thought. S he will definitely share my quarters with me this evening.
“On screen,” he barked.
Images of the White Knight scrolled across the screen along with size and weight statistics. Unfortunately for M’Bek, there wasn’t any information about weapons or engine systems, but he would take whatever information he could get.
“So, it’s big,” he growled. “Why can’t I get any more information than that?”
“The hull is made of an alloy that we’ve never seen before. Scanners are having trouble locking onto the ship let alone probing it,” T’Marik shook his head. “And before you ask, I’ve tried everything I can, but nothing I try can get through that hull.”
“Very well,” M’Bek rumbled. When he looked over and noted that Y’Ada had finished scrubbing the floor and was fixing his tea, he growled. “Status of the planet?”
“Planetary surface destruction is ninety-one percent. Eleven percent over the success guidelines for this mission,” T’Marik reported proudly.
“Very good. Have our raiders do one more strafing run then have them retreat back to the ship. Tonight, we celebrate the destruction of one of the Star League’s homeworlds.”
And tonight, Y’Ada, you will be mine, M’Bek thought with glee.
1.30.2136
1650
SLS White Knight
The Bridge
“Where’s that base ship, Masha?”
“I haven’t been able to locate it yet, Captain. I think it’s probable that they’re hiding in the asteroid belt near Duterius Six.”
“I want them found. Is that clear, Lieutenant?”
“Yes, Captain,” Masha said. She checked her scanners again. “Captain, they’re retreating.”
“Track them. Kath, recall the squadrons. Have them refuel and relaunch to join the search for survivors. Scramble teams to search. Jewel, prepare for heavy casualties.”
“Aye, Captain,” came the call from medbay. “How heavy are we talking?”
“Call in all off-duty medical personnel. It’s likely you’ll need all of them.”
“Understood.”
“Captain, K’Alan is requesting permission to search the Capitol Building for
“He’s headed for the Capitol Building, Mario. Will you hurry it up, please?”
“Hey, I’m flying this thing as fast as I can.. If you’re not happy about how fast I’m flying, you can always get out and push,” Mario growled.
“Switching to quad lasers,” K’Alan said, ignoring the barb. He flicked a switch on his weapons display.
“You should have a clear shot now, Kal.” Mario said softly.
K’Alan grunted as he fired. He kept his finger on the firing button until the raider was reduced to ash.
“Hey, buddy!” Mario called. “You can let up. You got him.”
“Yeah, I did,” K’Alan said, a tear in his voice. “But we’re too late. Look.”
“Oh, Lord!”
1.30.2136
1643
Brentax Duhari class cruiser Torellia Corvax
Bridge
M’Bek Tarmos, Supreme Commander of the Brentax Empire, smiled with sadistic glee as he watched the carnage on the forward view screen.
“Supreme Commander,” the weapons officer reported. “The planet is in flames.”
“Excellent, T’Marik. And the Capitol City?”
“The Capitol City has been reduced to rubble, Commander,” T’Marik said with pride.
M’Bek leaned in his chair and looked at his cold kamarat root tea, and he sent the cup skidding along the floor of the bridge. He looked at the young Brentax female standing by the door.
“Y’Ada, fetch me a new cup of tea, and clean up this mess,” M’Bek barked.
“Yes, sir.”
Much to his delight, she set right to work cleaning up the spilled tea from the deck.
She might just be my victory celebration, he thought with glee as he watched her.
“Supreme Commander,” T’Marik caught his attention. “I have some schematics of the Star League ship for you.”
M’Bek sighed, wishing he could watch the young woman finish her work. Yes, he thought. S he will definitely share my quarters with me this evening.
“On screen,” he barked.
Images of the White Knight scrolled across the screen along with size and weight statistics. Unfortunately for M’Bek, there wasn’t any information about weapons or engine systems, but he would take whatever information he could get.
“So, it’s big,” he growled. “Why can’t I get any more information than that?”
“The hull is made of an alloy that we’ve never seen before. Scanners are having trouble locking onto the ship let alone probing it,” T’Marik shook his head. “And before you ask, I’ve tried everything I can, but nothing I try can get through that hull.”
“Very well,” M’Bek rumbled. When he looked over and noted that Y’Ada had finished scrubbing the floor and was fixing his tea, he growled. “Status of the planet?”
“Planetary surface destruction is ninety-one percent. Eleven percent over the success guidelines for this mission,” T’Marik reported proudly.
“Very good. Have our raiders do one more strafing run then have them retreat back to the ship. Tonight, we celebrate the destruction of one of the Star League’s homeworlds.”
And tonight, Y’Ada, you will be mine, M’Bek thought with glee.
1.30.2136
1650
SLS White Knight
The Bridge
“Where’s that base ship, Masha?”
“I haven’t been able to locate it yet, Captain. I think it’s probable that they’re hiding in the asteroid belt near Duterius Six.”
“I want them found. Is that clear, Lieutenant?”
“Yes, Captain,” Masha said. She checked her scanners again. “Captain, they’re retreating.”
“Track them. Kath, recall the squadrons. Have them refuel and relaunch to join the search for survivors. Scramble teams to search. Jewel, prepare for heavy casualties.”
“Aye, Captain,” came the call from medbay. “How heavy are we talking?”
“Call in all off-duty medical personnel. It’s likely you’ll need all of them.”
“Understood.”
“Captain, K’Alan is requesting permission to search the Capitol Building for
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