The ships landed, and the medics began unloading the wounded, giving it to their new allies, so to speak. Robbins knew of the attack, and it was justified. It was very damn justified. After what they did? Anyway, he got off the fighter, and stood in front of everything, the Death Korps standing behind him. If they tried anything funny, bad things would happen.
They held their weapons high, and the count was as such: 10 Assault rifles of the caliber 13mm with drum rounds, five automatic 10 guage shotguns, and 5 SMGs of the caliber 14mm. Robbins himself held an SMG with a scope and drum round.
*****
"Well, they say they surrender. What should we do?" The 1st Lieutenant asked. He was very confused.
"Finish them. It's most likely a trap, and we don't need a ship," Braesk said, and watched in happiness as a flurry of shells flew through the air, aiming for the enemy ship.
They held their weapons high, and the count was as such: 10 Assault rifles of the caliber 13mm with drum rounds, five automatic 10 guage shotguns, and 5 SMGs of the caliber 14mm. Robbins himself held an SMG with a scope and drum round.
*****
"Well, they say they surrender. What should we do?" The 1st Lieutenant asked. He was very confused.
"Finish them. It's most likely a trap, and we don't need a ship," Braesk said, and watched in happiness as a flurry of shells flew through the air, aiming for the enemy ship.
"This is Elder Nariel Amaar of the Ancient House Amaar of the Aunidiel Terelains, we are a neutral diplomatic ship taking on wounded from the Bismark. We reiterate our wish that hostilities come to end immediately and all parties capable are to convene aboard this vessel for peace talks in a neutral setting. I have no idea what the hell is going on, but I suggest we all keep our distance from the ship designated Time Dancer until communications can be re-established." She sighed, "I also advise that any hostile action taken towards the shuttles transporting the wounded or this vessel will be considered acts of war against my people.If you lot want proof of why attacking this vessel is a bad idea, then I'll have my AI send you a few historical files on the last war my people waged. It was not pleasant. End transmission."
Commander Cigol Nikephoros listened to the transmission and sighed in annoyance. No sooner than the transmission ended, the scanner lit up frantically as the Bismarck immediately began to attack.
"Seems they beat us to the mark Sir," Nai'ti noted, as her hands flew over her station's controls.
"They surely did Lieutenant," Commander Cigol responded, as he pressed a few buttons. "Wait to send a response Mr. Ty."
Everyone held silent, watching the data scroll onto their scene and the events unfold. Then it began to happen.
"Commander..."
"I see it Navigator Liala," the Commander assured, as he watched the Bismarck let loose ten large ballistic shells at a high rate of velocity, then slowly began to lumber itself, angled toward the Valhalla, charging its giant cannon.
Everyone seemed to kick into overdrive.
"Liala, initiate, Phase Two, of E.P Tumble Barrel. Ty the when we have cleared the Time Dancer enough, have all small craft recalled and secured. Lieutenant Nai'ti, please begin preparing for Contingency Barrel Fish," the Commander ordered.
They all nodded and the got to work, just as they had planned the first time they meet the Time Dancer. Captain Nikoli's philosophy of not believing in coincidences seem to have payed off. When he saw to assigning the engineering teams to the Dancer, he also made sure they reported as much as possible on the capabilities of the ship, including its offensive capabilities, like the large cannon they had. A number of teams on the Valhalla, sat in dark rooms, going over the data, trying to ascertain its effectiveness and efficiency as a full fledged tactical weapon. With the engineering teams creating small scale mockups with the mangled particle beam cannons they had, to the spooks/intelligence officers analyzing the data, the tactical teams devising offensive/defensive strategies, and the navigation teams plotting differing evasive points, they all worked around the clock on it.
When they meet the HMS Bismarck it was super accelerated and they worked until their bodies couldn't even function anymore. However, in the end, they came up with a plan. A plan that laid heavily on Navigator Liala's special skills.
The Valhalla piloted by Liala, began its axis barrel roll, arcing slightly away the Time Dancer. Her weapons fought valiantly to stave off the attack on her their "allied" ship, and they managed to score a large chunk of them, but as usual not all.
"Commander, we've picked up all over our birds. The CAG says that the engineering teams and Lt. Colonel Follox, is still aboard the Time Dancer," reported Comm Officer Ty.
Commander Cigol merely nodded, watching the navigational data as Liala begin the next phase of their plan.
"Commander," Liala said as she her avatar popped up on her display. "I will be now redlining the engines and breaking pass the normal bounds of the inertia compensator efficiency. Least to say, you will fill the bumps."
Just as she finished, Cigol could feel the ship groan and creak, as the engines went pass overflank.
The Valhalla began another series of maneuvers, a sort of controlled corkscrew tail spin, barrel roll toward the Bismarck.
"They've fired the cannon!" Nai'ti reported with strain. "The blast will reach us before the ballistic shells!"
Liala took that as her cue, as she sent the Valhalla, still on its corkscrew path, swirling toward the blast/beam. She measured the diameter of it using the ships scanners and computer, and calculate the maneuvers she'd have to do to swirl around the perimeter of it. At this point, this were moving closer to light speed, far faster than the ship's operators were use to.
It would only be a few more seconds before contact, and Liala let out a nervous laughter as she realized that her entire purpose had been a cultivation leading up to this point. Even as an android, she could feel the rush, the euphoria, of realizing that everything else didn't matter, just this one moment, this one event.
And then contact.
The Valhalla danced around the place, as if she was riding along a whirlpool. The ship shuddered and moaned, as the shock wave from the beam, rippled along her frame, sending ungodly vibration. She kept her focus on keeping the ship moving, barely catching in time the ten ballistic projectiles. She ran through a dozen scenarios, merged several of the best, and initiate them on the worst case plot, sending the ship through another set of motions.
Liala, tried her best. Better then anyone else could manage, but the laws of the universe, demand equal exchange and it came. She came to an impasse, a rock and a hard place that she couldn't avoid. The top of the dorsal "Conn" tower, was sheared off completely by the beam; incinerating several decks with personal. Liala, could feel as if the Valhalla, screamed out in pain, just as she screamed out, as a part of her was destroyed. Yet, it wasn't over.
Two of the projectiles managed to get in the perfect formation to have the Valhalla wedged inbetween them. They were simply unavoidable, and they went scrapping deep along the haul of the ship.
"The engines....protect...the....engines..." Commander Cigol strained to Liala.
Liala had already spotted it and sent the ship into a harder axis spin, and the projectile slipped passed the engine pylons, nearly.
The shuddering and tremors stopped. They had gotten through that gotten. Heavily damaged, but still there.
And this time, it was time for a little payback themselves.
Commander Cigol checked over the displays and saw they were quickly moving in on the Bismarck. He along with the crew that a close range battle with that behemoth was damn right suicide, but at the moment they need unconventional tactics. Already they were accelerating at velocities, that should distort their scanner systems, and with Liala doing cyberwarefare, their next move should surely come as a surprise.
"Navigator Liala, please get us to the aft of the Bismarck and make sure we are between them and the diplomatic ship," Commander Cigol ordered. "Mr. Nai'ti...fire everything we have down their throats."
The Valhalla surged forward on their wide erratic course and surely enough, meet with heavy fire from the enemy's multiple weapons. The Valhalla's shields took the enormous brute of firepower, but they definitely wouldn't last long. However, with the Bismark's down, just a few minutes of them was a blessing to the crew of the Valhalla. Not one to sit back and take a beating, the Coalition ship, let loose its own dogs of hell, rotating its large MAPL/railgun ship to ship cannons and firing at the ship. Alongside that, particle beams and electron beams slashed out at the kilometers long Battle barge, burning and incinerating anything and everything, whilst she let loose a throw weight of 120 assorted missiles and torpedoes at the enemy combat.
And finally, as the coup de grace, the launch bay doors for four of the InterStellar Ballistic Missiles, opened up and soared gracefully away from the Valhalla toward the Bismarck, unleashing the nuclear fury of a fusion bomb.
Commander Cigol watched the carnage, whilst the Valhalla shuddered violently.
Perhaps the Bismarck will think otherwise on its decision.
And perhaps now, the diplomatic ship will see the error of their ways.
"Ty," the Commander called out. "General channel. This is the Valhalla, we will not repeat ourselves again. This is a warzone. Diplomacy is not held in a warzone, not after the enemy combats scorched an entire planet as an attempt to shock others into submission. They will not be allowed to curry refugee behind those who naive and oblivious to the situation. You have shown that, double motives, questionable and illogical, whereas you ask to cease hostiles, and allow you to be a mediator as a neutral third party. Yet, you have allowed war criminals aboard your ship, declarative getting involved and becoming non neutral and interfering in an affair that is not of your own. I am not in the habit of repeating myself, is a human expression that I believe applies. Withdraw from the area until it is secured and should you wish further communication with the Coalition, you may do so through the correct channels."
Commander Cigol closed the link and looked at Ty as the ship shuddered more under the battle barge's firepower.
"We will be courteous and send them a log of what happened at Calypso and if you can, what happened on the Time Dancer."
Commander Cigol Nikephoros listened to the transmission and sighed in annoyance. No sooner than the transmission ended, the scanner lit up frantically as the Bismarck immediately began to attack.
"Seems they beat us to the mark Sir," Nai'ti noted, as her hands flew over her station's controls.
"They surely did Lieutenant," Commander Cigol responded, as he pressed a few buttons. "Wait to send a response Mr. Ty."
Everyone held silent, watching the data scroll onto their scene and the events unfold. Then it began to happen.
"Commander..."
"I see it Navigator Liala," the Commander assured, as he watched the Bismarck let loose ten large ballistic shells at a high rate of velocity, then slowly began to lumber itself, angled toward the Valhalla, charging its giant cannon.
Everyone seemed to kick into overdrive.
"Liala, initiate, Phase Two, of E.P Tumble Barrel. Ty the when we have cleared the Time Dancer enough, have all small craft recalled and secured. Lieutenant Nai'ti, please begin preparing for Contingency Barrel Fish," the Commander ordered.
They all nodded and the got to work, just as they had planned the first time they meet the Time Dancer. Captain Nikoli's philosophy of not believing in coincidences seem to have payed off. When he saw to assigning the engineering teams to the Dancer, he also made sure they reported as much as possible on the capabilities of the ship, including its offensive capabilities, like the large cannon they had. A number of teams on the Valhalla, sat in dark rooms, going over the data, trying to ascertain its effectiveness and efficiency as a full fledged tactical weapon. With the engineering teams creating small scale mockups with the mangled particle beam cannons they had, to the spooks/intelligence officers analyzing the data, the tactical teams devising offensive/defensive strategies, and the navigation teams plotting differing evasive points, they all worked around the clock on it.
When they meet the HMS Bismarck it was super accelerated and they worked until their bodies couldn't even function anymore. However, in the end, they came up with a plan. A plan that laid heavily on Navigator Liala's special skills.
The Valhalla piloted by Liala, began its axis barrel roll, arcing slightly away the Time Dancer. Her weapons fought valiantly to stave off the attack on her their "allied" ship, and they managed to score a large chunk of them, but as usual not all.
"Commander, we've picked up all over our birds. The CAG says that the engineering teams and Lt. Colonel Follox, is still aboard the Time Dancer," reported Comm Officer Ty.
Commander Cigol merely nodded, watching the navigational data as Liala begin the next phase of their plan.
"Commander," Liala said as she her avatar popped up on her display. "I will be now redlining the engines and breaking pass the normal bounds of the inertia compensator efficiency. Least to say, you will fill the bumps."
Just as she finished, Cigol could feel the ship groan and creak, as the engines went pass overflank.
The Valhalla began another series of maneuvers, a sort of controlled corkscrew tail spin, barrel roll toward the Bismarck.
"They've fired the cannon!" Nai'ti reported with strain. "The blast will reach us before the ballistic shells!"
Liala took that as her cue, as she sent the Valhalla, still on its corkscrew path, swirling toward the blast/beam. She measured the diameter of it using the ships scanners and computer, and calculate the maneuvers she'd have to do to swirl around the perimeter of it. At this point, this were moving closer to light speed, far faster than the ship's operators were use to.
It would only be a few more seconds before contact, and Liala let out a nervous laughter as she realized that her entire purpose had been a cultivation leading up to this point. Even as an android, she could feel the rush, the euphoria, of realizing that everything else didn't matter, just this one moment, this one event.
And then contact.
The Valhalla danced around the place, as if she was riding along a whirlpool. The ship shuddered and moaned, as the shock wave from the beam, rippled along her frame, sending ungodly vibration. She kept her focus on keeping the ship moving, barely catching in time the ten ballistic projectiles. She ran through a dozen scenarios, merged several of the best, and initiate them on the worst case plot, sending the ship through another set of motions.
Liala, tried her best. Better then anyone else could manage, but the laws of the universe, demand equal exchange and it came. She came to an impasse, a rock and a hard place that she couldn't avoid. The top of the dorsal "Conn" tower, was sheared off completely by the beam; incinerating several decks with personal. Liala, could feel as if the Valhalla, screamed out in pain, just as she screamed out, as a part of her was destroyed. Yet, it wasn't over.
Two of the projectiles managed to get in the perfect formation to have the Valhalla wedged inbetween them. They were simply unavoidable, and they went scrapping deep along the haul of the ship.
"The engines....protect...the....engines..." Commander Cigol strained to Liala.
Liala had already spotted it and sent the ship into a harder axis spin, and the projectile slipped passed the engine pylons, nearly.
The shuddering and tremors stopped. They had gotten through that gotten. Heavily damaged, but still there.
And this time, it was time for a little payback themselves.
Commander Cigol checked over the displays and saw they were quickly moving in on the Bismarck. He along with the crew that a close range battle with that behemoth was damn right suicide, but at the moment they need unconventional tactics. Already they were accelerating at velocities, that should distort their scanner systems, and with Liala doing cyberwarefare, their next move should surely come as a surprise.
"Navigator Liala, please get us to the aft of the Bismarck and make sure we are between them and the diplomatic ship," Commander Cigol ordered. "Mr. Nai'ti...fire everything we have down their throats."
The Valhalla surged forward on their wide erratic course and surely enough, meet with heavy fire from the enemy's multiple weapons. The Valhalla's shields took the enormous brute of firepower, but they definitely wouldn't last long. However, with the Bismark's down, just a few minutes of them was a blessing to the crew of the Valhalla. Not one to sit back and take a beating, the Coalition ship, let loose its own dogs of hell, rotating its large MAPL/railgun ship to ship cannons and firing at the ship. Alongside that, particle beams and electron beams slashed out at the kilometers long Battle barge, burning and incinerating anything and everything, whilst she let loose a throw weight of 120 assorted missiles and torpedoes at the enemy combat.
And finally, as the coup de grace, the launch bay doors for four of the InterStellar Ballistic Missiles, opened up and soared gracefully away from the Valhalla toward the Bismarck, unleashing the nuclear fury of a fusion bomb.
Commander Cigol watched the carnage, whilst the Valhalla shuddered violently.
Perhaps the Bismarck will think otherwise on its decision.
And perhaps now, the diplomatic ship will see the error of their ways.
"Ty," the Commander called out. "General channel. This is the Valhalla, we will not repeat ourselves again. This is a warzone. Diplomacy is not held in a warzone, not after the enemy combats scorched an entire planet as an attempt to shock others into submission. They will not be allowed to curry refugee behind those who naive and oblivious to the situation. You have shown that, double motives, questionable and illogical, whereas you ask to cease hostiles, and allow you to be a mediator as a neutral third party. Yet, you have allowed war criminals aboard your ship, declarative getting involved and becoming non neutral and interfering in an affair that is not of your own. I am not in the habit of repeating myself, is a human expression that I believe applies. Withdraw from the area until it is secured and should you wish further communication with the Coalition, you may do so through the correct channels."
Commander Cigol closed the link and looked at Ty as the ship shuddered more under the battle barge's firepower.
"We will be courteous and send them a log of what happened at Calypso and if you can, what happened on the Time Dancer."
((This is one of those moments where you hear a chorus singing in the background, and no audio of the battle, ain't it? I can see that... 
))
Braesk stopped, and stared. The ship... The enemy ship... She lived. She lived! How? How, by the name of god, did she survive? He watched as the enemy ship began to broadside them, and fire her cannons. He couldn't hear anything, he couldn't do much. The noise was drowned out.
Their ship rocked to the side, the rounds ripping through their armor like paper. It went in one end, and ripped out the other, exploding back there. Debris flew everywhere, and the ship's doors shut down on each open place. But could they last? Could they get the shields back up in time? Maybe... Just maybe...
The FLaK cannons and Anti Missile defenses sprung into action, firing like mad into the air. Turrets of 45mm miniguns began shooting up the dark sky, blasting into torpedoes and missiles as they fired. They destroyed half, but more came, more and more. And then they hit.
Chunks flew off like ice when hit by a shovel. It shattered up, and blew to pieces. Hundreds died in a second, a thousand in a minute. Carnage, death, destruction. It was all there. But there was more hope.
"WE'VE GOT IT! THE SHIELDS ARE UP!" The voice was heard, and received as a gift. Now they could pay back what the enemy needed. At that second, the missile hit, and the light almost blinded everyone. It exploded on the shields, crackling and depleting them again. But they were prepared. As soon as it died, they hit back up again with the backups, and went into overdrive.
"FIRE EVERYTHING!"
The ship moved closer, still hurt, still damaged badly. They probably wouldn't survive, but they would bring down that ship if they could. They fired every thing. And by everything, it really was every gun they could aim. FLaK, Fighters, Hellraiser Cannons, Valkaries of all sorts, KKVs, Lasers, Plasma, 800mms, anything they could shoot.
"Open a channel. Now!" Braesk said, and stood up, a cut down his face from when he fell. "Valhalla, this is the Bismarck. I regret to inform you, friend, that we do have Ascrith on board. However, we also have a surprise. On board with Ascrith, and staring down the barrel of many guns, is your men. No, not the ones on the shuttle. Those will be taken care of later."
))Braesk stopped, and stared. The ship... The enemy ship... She lived. She lived! How? How, by the name of god, did she survive? He watched as the enemy ship began to broadside them, and fire her cannons. He couldn't hear anything, he couldn't do much. The noise was drowned out.
Their ship rocked to the side, the rounds ripping through their armor like paper. It went in one end, and ripped out the other, exploding back there. Debris flew everywhere, and the ship's doors shut down on each open place. But could they last? Could they get the shields back up in time? Maybe... Just maybe...
The FLaK cannons and Anti Missile defenses sprung into action, firing like mad into the air. Turrets of 45mm miniguns began shooting up the dark sky, blasting into torpedoes and missiles as they fired. They destroyed half, but more came, more and more. And then they hit.
Chunks flew off like ice when hit by a shovel. It shattered up, and blew to pieces. Hundreds died in a second, a thousand in a minute. Carnage, death, destruction. It was all there. But there was more hope.
"WE'VE GOT IT! THE SHIELDS ARE UP!" The voice was heard, and received as a gift. Now they could pay back what the enemy needed. At that second, the missile hit, and the light almost blinded everyone. It exploded on the shields, crackling and depleting them again. But they were prepared. As soon as it died, they hit back up again with the backups, and went into overdrive.
"FIRE EVERYTHING!"
The ship moved closer, still hurt, still damaged badly. They probably wouldn't survive, but they would bring down that ship if they could. They fired every thing. And by everything, it really was every gun they could aim. FLaK, Fighters, Hellraiser Cannons, Valkaries of all sorts, KKVs, Lasers, Plasma, 800mms, anything they could shoot.
"Open a channel. Now!" Braesk said, and stood up, a cut down his face from when he fell. "Valhalla, this is the Bismarck. I regret to inform you, friend, that we do have Ascrith on board. However, we also have a surprise. On board with Ascrith, and staring down the barrel of many guns, is your men. No, not the ones on the shuttle. Those will be taken care of later."
(I just so happened to be listening to Samuel Barber's Agnus Dei: Adagio for strings when I was reading it. It fit surprisingly well)
The bridge of the Hand of Terel as utterly silent as every eye was turned towards the holographic displays depicting the ongoing space battle. The manaeouvres the Valhalla had pulled to evade enemy fire and then broadside the behemoth from behind had awed everyone, particularly the helmsman who said, "Sir... if those guys survive this I want to shake that pilot's hand. That was some serious flying."
"Sir, the Coalition vessel is severely damaged. I'm not sure if they'll survive this." The sensor officer said, "But they're battering the Bismarck... I think they're both going to end up blowing each other up."
"Sir, we've just recieved a message from the Coalition vessel." The communications officer said, tapping a holographic symbol.
"This is the Valhalla, we will not repeat ourselves again. This is a warzone. Diplomacy is not held in a warzone, not after the enemy combats scorched an entire planet as an attempt to shock others into submission. They will not be allowed to curry refugee behind those who naive and oblivious to the situation. You have shown that, double motives, questionable and illogical, whereas you ask to cease hostiles, and allow you to be a mediator as a neutral third party. Yet, you have allowed war criminals aboard your ship, declarative getting involved and becoming non neutral and interfering in an affair that is not of your own. I am not in the habit of repeating myself, is a human expression that I believe applies. Withdraw from the area until it is secured and should you wish further communication with the Coalition, you may do so through the correct channels."
"Well... damn." Nariel muttered, "Send a message to the Valhalla."
"Channel opened, Elder."
"Valhalla, this is Elder Amaar. We rendered aid to the Bismark only because they had wounded and we were obligated to assist. We are not trying to take sides here. War-criminals or not, we will continue to care for these wounded men until their guilt in the matter can be ascertained... I've seen it happen too often were species such as yours simply blast innocents out of the sky along with the guilty. The non-wounded aoard will be detained. End transmission."
"Captain, activate the ship's internal communications, signal the Honour Guard, tell them that Captain Robbins is to be brought to my quarters I wis to speak with him. His men are to disarm until we are done." Nariel said.
"With all due respect, Elder, that man could be dangerous. I do not think-" Tolarm began.
"I'm not stupid, captain. I will take the proper precautions. I have not lived for this long by being foolish." She turned towards the doors that led to the corridor beyond the bridge and left the room along with her husband.
The captain sighed, "Mr Rilam, back us away from the battle, let's put some distance between us and the inevitable explosion. Bring the weapons back up to full power, I've never trusted aliens not to shoot you in the back."
The bridge of the Hand of Terel as utterly silent as every eye was turned towards the holographic displays depicting the ongoing space battle. The manaeouvres the Valhalla had pulled to evade enemy fire and then broadside the behemoth from behind had awed everyone, particularly the helmsman who said, "Sir... if those guys survive this I want to shake that pilot's hand. That was some serious flying."
"Sir, the Coalition vessel is severely damaged. I'm not sure if they'll survive this." The sensor officer said, "But they're battering the Bismarck... I think they're both going to end up blowing each other up."
"Sir, we've just recieved a message from the Coalition vessel." The communications officer said, tapping a holographic symbol.
"This is the Valhalla, we will not repeat ourselves again. This is a warzone. Diplomacy is not held in a warzone, not after the enemy combats scorched an entire planet as an attempt to shock others into submission. They will not be allowed to curry refugee behind those who naive and oblivious to the situation. You have shown that, double motives, questionable and illogical, whereas you ask to cease hostiles, and allow you to be a mediator as a neutral third party. Yet, you have allowed war criminals aboard your ship, declarative getting involved and becoming non neutral and interfering in an affair that is not of your own. I am not in the habit of repeating myself, is a human expression that I believe applies. Withdraw from the area until it is secured and should you wish further communication with the Coalition, you may do so through the correct channels."
"Well... damn." Nariel muttered, "Send a message to the Valhalla."
"Channel opened, Elder."
"Valhalla, this is Elder Amaar. We rendered aid to the Bismark only because they had wounded and we were obligated to assist. We are not trying to take sides here. War-criminals or not, we will continue to care for these wounded men until their guilt in the matter can be ascertained... I've seen it happen too often were species such as yours simply blast innocents out of the sky along with the guilty. The non-wounded aoard will be detained. End transmission."
"Captain, activate the ship's internal communications, signal the Honour Guard, tell them that Captain Robbins is to be brought to my quarters I wis to speak with him. His men are to disarm until we are done." Nariel said.
"With all due respect, Elder, that man could be dangerous. I do not think-" Tolarm began.
"I'm not stupid, captain. I will take the proper precautions. I have not lived for this long by being foolish." She turned towards the doors that led to the corridor beyond the bridge and left the room along with her husband.
The captain sighed, "Mr Rilam, back us away from the battle, let's put some distance between us and the inevitable explosion. Bring the weapons back up to full power, I've never trusted aliens not to shoot you in the back."
Robbins stood with one hand on his SMG, and another on his side. The SMG was pointed downwards, held by one hand. He had a rifle, and an AA12 10 guage shotgun on his back, all in between the space of his back and his backpack, which carried anything he needed. He had no gasmask on, but did have the Death Korps helmet on, with a large SS symbol on it, and two gold bars that symbolized Captain. His mask was at his neck.
"I want my men taken care of, soldier," Robbins said, talking to a man who he walked up to. "And do you have any news?"
"I want my men taken care of, soldier," Robbins said, talking to a man who he walked up to. "And do you have any news?"
"News doesn't seem to be good for your side. The Valhalla survived the first attack and then broadsided your ship before she could raise her shields. According to what's filtered down to the bridge both ships are tossing everything they have at each other. The concensus is that they'll both go up any minute." The Terelain Marine said. He was wearing a rather archaic-looking set of silver body armour and in his right hand was an elegantly crafted ceremonial spear. At his hip, however, was a sleek-looking pistol and a discreet device on his belt might have been a personal shield generator. These men were obviously supposed to impress dignitaries and foreign officials, but they had not forgotten their primary purpose - to protect the ship and, more importantly, the Elders aboard it. It was likely that the spear was more than just decorative as well, though how much use it would be in a gunfight was up for debate.
"Elder Amaar wishes to see you in her quarters. Your men are to be disarmed and detained... they will be treated with all due courtesy but I believe the Elders have recieved more information about the events that instigated the conflict we seemed to have wandered into. I expect that this is what Elder Amaar wishes to speak to you about." The soldier looked stern, "Hand your weapons over to your men. I'm afraid you will not be allowed to bear arms in the presence of a Revered Elder... I'm sure you can understand why."
"Elder Amaar wishes to see you in her quarters. Your men are to be disarmed and detained... they will be treated with all due courtesy but I believe the Elders have recieved more information about the events that instigated the conflict we seemed to have wandered into. I expect that this is what Elder Amaar wishes to speak to you about." The soldier looked stern, "Hand your weapons over to your men. I'm afraid you will not be allowed to bear arms in the presence of a Revered Elder... I'm sure you can understand why."
Robbins nodded, and did exactly as he was told to do. He took his weapons off, handing the SMG to his Sergeant. Next he handed his rifle, a Carbine with a scope on it, and his AA12 to the same person. Then the sidearms, and then his Bowie Knife. Now he was ready to go. He knew that the ships were in bad conditions, but as god was his lord, which he wasn't, he wasn't going down without a fight.
"Yeah, good luck with that, friend. But take me to your leader, please," Robbins said, walking forward. He had no weapons on him at this point, well, none that anyone could see. He was ready.
But the men of the Death Korps stared. They weren't going anywhere. The nearest one looked over at the nearest soldier, a mask of nothingness staring him down. It looked like anger, but no one could tell. The slits were darkened.
"Yeah, good luck with that, friend. But take me to your leader, please," Robbins said, walking forward. He had no weapons on him at this point, well, none that anyone could see. He was ready.
But the men of the Death Korps stared. They weren't going anywhere. The nearest one looked over at the nearest soldier, a mask of nothingness staring him down. It looked like anger, but no one could tell. The slits were darkened.
The solider nodded, "Follow me then, sir." The Terelain led Robbins into the pristine corridors of the ship. The architecture of the ship's interior matched it's exterior; soft round shapes, flowing curves and gentle lines with no sharp angles or sharp edges. The emphasis was clearly on sophistication and artistry tha simple functionality.
The other Terelain soldiers stared back at the Death Korps men impassively, the one left in charge said, "Look, orders are orders. I know I'd hate to give up my weapons if the situation were reversed, but let's avoid any unecessary bloodshed. Do as we ask and there's a fairly good chance you'll get your weapons back and be sent on your way back to your ship, or at least back to your own people. Resist and... well... most of us are Moralinri. We've been warriors since before your kind figured out a better way of killing each other than hitting each other with rocks."
The other guardsmen were wary-looking, but none of them were making any moe to sieze he Death Korps weapons just yet. As ever, violence was a last resort with the Terelains. But just because they were reluctant to fight didn't mean they didn't know how when the time came...
Robbins was taken near the rear of the ship to a large suite of rooms deep beneath the bridge tower, he was met in a spacious, luxuriously-appointed lounge area by the two Revered Elders aboard the ship. Nariel was staning looking out of one of a large window that took up most of one wall, whilst Nathaniel was sat near her in a chair.
"Captain Robbins. i'm glad you could join us." Nathaniel said, rising to his feet, "We were hoping that you could answer a few questions we have. We apologise about disarming your men, but we thought it to be the most pudent course of action consideringthe information that has cme to light from a transmission frm the Valhalla."
"We've heard them refer to your people as war-criminals on two ocassions, however they never went into details of your crimes, and for all we knew they might have been lying to get us on their side. however, just before they engaged the Bismarck the Valhalla claimed that you destroyed what was implied to be a civilian colony of theirs, merely as a form of psychological warfare. We wish to know if his is true." Nariel said, turning to face him.
The other Terelain soldiers stared back at the Death Korps men impassively, the one left in charge said, "Look, orders are orders. I know I'd hate to give up my weapons if the situation were reversed, but let's avoid any unecessary bloodshed. Do as we ask and there's a fairly good chance you'll get your weapons back and be sent on your way back to your ship, or at least back to your own people. Resist and... well... most of us are Moralinri. We've been warriors since before your kind figured out a better way of killing each other than hitting each other with rocks."
The other guardsmen were wary-looking, but none of them were making any moe to sieze he Death Korps weapons just yet. As ever, violence was a last resort with the Terelains. But just because they were reluctant to fight didn't mean they didn't know how when the time came...
Robbins was taken near the rear of the ship to a large suite of rooms deep beneath the bridge tower, he was met in a spacious, luxuriously-appointed lounge area by the two Revered Elders aboard the ship. Nariel was staning looking out of one of a large window that took up most of one wall, whilst Nathaniel was sat near her in a chair.
"Captain Robbins. i'm glad you could join us." Nathaniel said, rising to his feet, "We were hoping that you could answer a few questions we have. We apologise about disarming your men, but we thought it to be the most pudent course of action consideringthe information that has cme to light from a transmission frm the Valhalla."
"We've heard them refer to your people as war-criminals on two ocassions, however they never went into details of your crimes, and for all we knew they might have been lying to get us on their side. however, just before they engaged the Bismarck the Valhalla claimed that you destroyed what was implied to be a civilian colony of theirs, merely as a form of psychological warfare. We wish to know if his is true." Nariel said, turning to face him.
"If you like the ability to use your hands, don't touch our weapons. They stay where they are. Why? Because if Robbins dies, guess who else dies? Us. We're here to make sure that he lives. Moralinri? Soldier, you may have mastered warfare, but we have perfected it. Please do not try us. You won't enjoy it," The Lieutenant said through his mask. The voice was cold and growly, with a bit of annoyance in it. He didn't mean anything rude, oh hell no. Truthfully, he found these people interesting, and didn't want to start a war with them that might last longer than a mortal life. "By the way, you should know that as a sign of peace, we can play a game of cards,"
Jacob followed the men throughout the ship. True, it was a long walk. But he didn't mind. Along the way, he admired the architecture. It was designed like a true building of elegance, functionality, artistry, and sophistication. He loved how it looked, and he thought to himself, that these people were an amazing culture.
"Yes, I believe I heard you before. As you already know, I am Captain Jacob Robbins of the Death Korps, and a very highly regarded member of the SS. I'd be happy to answer any question you may have. I must warn you about my men, though. They were the ones who failed the last tests of becoming a Marine. In that way, they hold their weapons as another limb." Robbins said, and sighed, thinking about them. He did pass the test, and was the first human to complete Marine training without the genetic enhancements. "By the way, I love your ship. Absolutely beautiful. May I have your name?"
Jacob thought about the question. Yes, a lot of shit happened. But he didn't think of himself as a war criminal. Hell, he thought that all of his men, and all that they did during this, was perfectly legal. "My friend, we have heard that same thing over and over again. Let me put the rumors to rest, if I may. The facts are this: We had a ship stationed planetside, a Super Carrier known as the Yorktown. The Valhalla did destroy that ship. However, we did invade that planet. They denied us a treasured artifact that we needed. Unfortunately for us, it was destroyed by them.
"We decided that, as a last ditch effort, we would wipe that planet out. We had no further reinforcements in the area, the Yorktown was destroyed, and we had the Bismarck at hand. We fired one Nova Cannon shell and wiped it out. Consider that planet a military target.
"Now, as for war crimes, we currently own Mustard Gas shells. Unfortunately, we have to use them sometimes. Its inescapable. It happens. But we didn't use any,"
Jacob followed the men throughout the ship. True, it was a long walk. But he didn't mind. Along the way, he admired the architecture. It was designed like a true building of elegance, functionality, artistry, and sophistication. He loved how it looked, and he thought to himself, that these people were an amazing culture.
"Yes, I believe I heard you before. As you already know, I am Captain Jacob Robbins of the Death Korps, and a very highly regarded member of the SS. I'd be happy to answer any question you may have. I must warn you about my men, though. They were the ones who failed the last tests of becoming a Marine. In that way, they hold their weapons as another limb." Robbins said, and sighed, thinking about them. He did pass the test, and was the first human to complete Marine training without the genetic enhancements. "By the way, I love your ship. Absolutely beautiful. May I have your name?"
Jacob thought about the question. Yes, a lot of shit happened. But he didn't think of himself as a war criminal. Hell, he thought that all of his men, and all that they did during this, was perfectly legal. "My friend, we have heard that same thing over and over again. Let me put the rumors to rest, if I may. The facts are this: We had a ship stationed planetside, a Super Carrier known as the Yorktown. The Valhalla did destroy that ship. However, we did invade that planet. They denied us a treasured artifact that we needed. Unfortunately for us, it was destroyed by them.
"We decided that, as a last ditch effort, we would wipe that planet out. We had no further reinforcements in the area, the Yorktown was destroyed, and we had the Bismarck at hand. We fired one Nova Cannon shell and wiped it out. Consider that planet a military target.
"Now, as for war crimes, we currently own Mustard Gas shells. Unfortunately, we have to use them sometimes. Its inescapable. It happens. But we didn't use any,"
The soldier's eyes hardened, "I see... hopefully it won't come to anything... unpleasant. Excuse me a moment." He moved away from the Death Korps men and activated the comm unit he had with him, "Bridge, this is Guard Unit C-13, the HRA men refuse to give up their weapons, and things will get ugly if we try and take them by force. I'd rather we let them keep them and just keep a watch onthem... I don't think we want a fire-fight if we can avoid it."
"Acknowledged, corporal.... your orders are revised. Keep watch on the HRA soldiers, open fire on them if they make any move to threaten the ship but do not in any way provoke an attack. Understood?" Came the reply.
"I understand. We'll keep it civil, as long as we can anyway." He deactivated the comm unit and returned to the Death Kops men, "You can keep your weapons,so long as you don't try and shoot us. Let's go play cards... I hope you guys aren't sore losers."
Meanwhile, Nariel was smiling at Robbins, "Thank you. My House commissioned the original Hand of Terel twelve thousand years ago to serve as my personal transport. The design hasn't needed to be changed much over the years, just a few upgrades to defenses and engines and computers and other such things. My people tend to build thingswith an emphasis on durability and long service. As for my name... well, I'll give you the short version. Terelain LongNames act as a sort of mini-biography and a way to identify social standing. When you live as long as I have they tend to get very long indeed, and we don't have all day." She laughed, "I am Nariel Amaar-Tynian, eldest daughter of Duke Arifel Amaar of Amra, and an Elder of the Aunidiel Lineage."
"I am her husband, Nathaniel Tynian, second son of King Erisad the Wise, the last King of the Second Kingdom. I'm an Elder of the Taemiri and I was the frst king of the Third Kingdom, many long centuries ago." Her husband said, "As for your war-crimes... well my people are far from innocent in such things. In fact the AI aboard this ship was formerely housed aboard the old flagship fo the fleet, and she took part in the orbital bombardment that caused the extinction of the species we were last at war with."
"The last truly major war, anyway. You don't see too many conflicts lasting over seven centuries any more, or conflicts were the combatants are the only known spacefaring species of the time." Nariel said, "As for the present matter... hm... it seems as if you were provoked into attacking the colony, but was it entirely necessary to destroy it, civilian population included? Perhaps you should have withdrawn from the area."
"Acknowledged, corporal.... your orders are revised. Keep watch on the HRA soldiers, open fire on them if they make any move to threaten the ship but do not in any way provoke an attack. Understood?" Came the reply.
"I understand. We'll keep it civil, as long as we can anyway." He deactivated the comm unit and returned to the Death Kops men, "You can keep your weapons,so long as you don't try and shoot us. Let's go play cards... I hope you guys aren't sore losers."
Meanwhile, Nariel was smiling at Robbins, "Thank you. My House commissioned the original Hand of Terel twelve thousand years ago to serve as my personal transport. The design hasn't needed to be changed much over the years, just a few upgrades to defenses and engines and computers and other such things. My people tend to build thingswith an emphasis on durability and long service. As for my name... well, I'll give you the short version. Terelain LongNames act as a sort of mini-biography and a way to identify social standing. When you live as long as I have they tend to get very long indeed, and we don't have all day." She laughed, "I am Nariel Amaar-Tynian, eldest daughter of Duke Arifel Amaar of Amra, and an Elder of the Aunidiel Lineage."
"I am her husband, Nathaniel Tynian, second son of King Erisad the Wise, the last King of the Second Kingdom. I'm an Elder of the Taemiri and I was the frst king of the Third Kingdom, many long centuries ago." Her husband said, "As for your war-crimes... well my people are far from innocent in such things. In fact the AI aboard this ship was formerely housed aboard the old flagship fo the fleet, and she took part in the orbital bombardment that caused the extinction of the species we were last at war with."
"The last truly major war, anyway. You don't see too many conflicts lasting over seven centuries any more, or conflicts were the combatants are the only known spacefaring species of the time." Nariel said, "As for the present matter... hm... it seems as if you were provoked into attacking the colony, but was it entirely necessary to destroy it, civilian population included? Perhaps you should have withdrawn from the area."
"Sore losers? My friends, we have lost battles before. Rather large sieges on our planets. However, we never pout. After all, everyone looses sometime. What do you want to play? Five card draw? Texas hold 'em? How about my favorite, Fizzbin?" The Lieutenant asked, and sat down on the floor, getting his cards out. They were Robbins's cards, old Grateful Dead cards, so he wanted them carefully preserved.
Robbins enjoyed talking to this person. He knew exactly what they were talking about. Back home, he had such a long title, it was crazy. He never remembered all of it. It was something about the SS and what he did, but other than that, and a few others, it was as alien to him as these people.
"I understand completely. Back home, I have a rather long, and annoying title. All I can remember is Captain of the Death Korps Jacob Robbins, defender of the 3rd Fleet, Master of something or some other, Colonel of the SS. I forget the rest, really.
"As to answer your question, the situation provided us with the opportunity. One, for show. Two, to prove that we don't mess around with what we do. And third, we needed to wipe out that planet to move our fleet closer. The civilian population was, unfortunately, unavoidable. We don't like taking civvies,"
Robbins enjoyed talking to this person. He knew exactly what they were talking about. Back home, he had such a long title, it was crazy. He never remembered all of it. It was something about the SS and what he did, but other than that, and a few others, it was as alien to him as these people.
"I understand completely. Back home, I have a rather long, and annoying title. All I can remember is Captain of the Death Korps Jacob Robbins, defender of the 3rd Fleet, Master of something or some other, Colonel of the SS. I forget the rest, really.
"As to answer your question, the situation provided us with the opportunity. One, for show. Two, to prove that we don't mess around with what we do. And third, we needed to wipe out that planet to move our fleet closer. The civilian population was, unfortunately, unavoidable. We don't like taking civvies,"
"I don't know those games. As you might guess, we aren't exactly from this region of space... how about you teach us to play?" The soldier asked, gesturing for a few of his men to join him in the game, "We have our own card games, but they might be difficlt for you to play."
"it seems that your bombardment of the planet backfired. All you seem to have done is piss off the nation you've been fighting. Unfortunately I don't think they'll let the deaths of their civilians go. Especially since from their point of view you are both the agressors and the ones who escalated the conflict. I want to maintain strict neutrality for my people... we don't like war. War leaves scars that fade very slowly. It took my people three thousand years to recover from the First Great War and another twelve to recover from the Second, even now I have nightmares about what I suffered during the First Great War, and the War of the Exile Returned three centuries later, and those conflicts has been over for twenty three thousand years."
"We may have to hand ou over to the Coalition... we do seem to be in their territory at the moment.. but on the other hand, we cetanly don't want to gain the enmity of your own people... we can't show favour t either side." Nathaniel said, sighing, "I suppose we could just ask you to leave, but we're still treating the wounded from the Bismarck, and I'm not about to turn them away from getting treatment."
"it seems that your bombardment of the planet backfired. All you seem to have done is piss off the nation you've been fighting. Unfortunately I don't think they'll let the deaths of their civilians go. Especially since from their point of view you are both the agressors and the ones who escalated the conflict. I want to maintain strict neutrality for my people... we don't like war. War leaves scars that fade very slowly. It took my people three thousand years to recover from the First Great War and another twelve to recover from the Second, even now I have nightmares about what I suffered during the First Great War, and the War of the Exile Returned three centuries later, and those conflicts has been over for twenty three thousand years."
"We may have to hand ou over to the Coalition... we do seem to be in their territory at the moment.. but on the other hand, we cetanly don't want to gain the enmity of your own people... we can't show favour t either side." Nathaniel said, sighing, "I suppose we could just ask you to leave, but we're still treating the wounded from the Bismarck, and I'm not about to turn them away from getting treatment."
"On Beta Antares Four, they play a real game. It's a man's game, but of course it's probably a little beyond you. It requires intelligence." The soldier chuckled, taking out his cards, and laying them out, shuffling them around. "Fizzbin. It's not too difficult. Each player gets six cards, except for the player on the dealer's right, who gets seven."
While the guards and the men of the Death Korps joked around and played a game of Fizzbin, Robbins was holding a rather interesting conversation with an equally interesting person. When he spoke, though, there was something about him that seemed... unsure. "Good luck turning us over. If I were you, though, I'd watch out. Helping our wounded might bring on another war for you. But I understand. We have been in hundreds of wars, all throughout our existence."
While the guards and the men of the Death Korps joked around and played a game of Fizzbin, Robbins was holding a rather interesting conversation with an equally interesting person. When he spoke, though, there was something about him that seemed... unsure. "Good luck turning us over. If I were you, though, I'd watch out. Helping our wounded might bring on another war for you. But I understand. We have been in hundreds of wars, all throughout our existence."
The Valhalla, was battered and beat all over the place and she cried out with the fury of her weapons to soothe the pain. Navigator Liala could feel it too, every time a missile struck the hull, a sensor rod destroyed, a weapon room incinerated; she felt it all too well.
But that didn't stop neither of them. The ship continued its wild piloting and threw back as much fire as it could toward the Bismarck. Then they were finally pass the battle barge and nearly out of weapon's range. With their current course, they were now handing furiously toward the Hand of Terel.
"We have successfully completed our maneuvers Commander," Liala said, enthralled in her navigational data. "We will exiting the Bismarck's weapons range momentarily and are currently on a collision course with the Hand of Terel."
"The Bismarck managed to bring up their shields after our first fusion nuclear launch," alerted Intelligence Officer Briten. "We are still trying to assess their damage levels."
"Our own shields are nearing collapse, at 10%. Over half our weapons are inoperable. Trying to get a full assessment now," reported Chief Tactical Officer Nai'ti as the ship shook once more under the Bismark's fire.
"We shall worry about that all in a few," stated the Commander.
He was watching his tactical screens, reading the data of both the Bismarck and Hand. Perhaps there was a way to truly put on a show and make sure that they escape the Bismarck's firing range early.
"Navigator Liala..."
Tonia Liala's avatar popped up on one of the command chairs tactical displays.
"Navigator, we will be staying on the collision course," Commander Cigol said.
"Commander," Liala said with a look of confusion. "If we're going to ram a ship shouldn't we be-"
Navigator Liala stopped dead in her tracks, brought up several screen and threw herself into the data. She looked back at the Commander and gave a devilishly grin.
"Ohhhh Commander...I didn't think you'd were this impish!"
"Well in any case, you saved me and explanation," Cigol commented, as the ship once again rocked, slamming him into the shock frame. "Once again your piloting skills are key. And send them a cyber greeting if you're abled."
Navigator Liala nodded and blinked from existence. Cigol, tapped a few buttons opening up a line down to Engineering. "Assistance Chief Susan, report."
"Commander! We're facing overloads down here and the shutdown of most of the conversion reactors! If we don't give it a rest soon, we'll be servilely lacking on power for anything. Not to mentioned that last attack, completely knocked out the FTL jump drive and engine power has been reduced by 17% and rising. Let's not even mention the heat sinks malfunctioning or that I'm having to reroute power just to make sure the engines stay at their normal levels," Assistant Chief Susan said, just as exhausted as the rest of her team.
"Assistant Chief, we need that power."
The engineer gave look of annoyance then submission. "I am not Chief Dext, Commander. I can only do so much. I'll do what I can though."
And the link was cut.
Communications Officer Ty looked over to the Commander, "Sir, just before we got into battle with the Bismarck, the Hand of Terel, sent back a reply to our message."
"I don't want to hear what those Tacs Riah'ssel (hairless cats/infants/those that are naive) have to say," Commander Cigol spoke with a surge of ice. "What until after we have passed them, then open another channel."
Ty seemed to recoil in his chair and nodded hastily, before focusing on his work.
The ship shook again and soon alarsm began to sound.
"WARNING COLLISION ALERT! WARNING COLLISION ALERT!"
That was the cue, and Liala sent the large lumbering battleship into another series of maneuvers. The Valhalla went aimed at the Hand of Terel like a vengeful bat out of hell. She kept on screaming toward until, she was merely a few thousand kilometers away, and then her thrusters cut in. The ship pitched and yawed, traveling so close to the Hand of Terel, that one could literally see out the windows into the other. They knew by now that the Bismarck, if they were smart, dare not fire, unless they wish to risk a stray shot hitting the diplomatic ship.
Liala located where their command deck was a devilishly thought entered her mind.
She sent a digital clone of herself to the Hand of Terel and wormed into their communications.
"Heya guys. Sorry about this. But I just wanted to say, you might not wanna move, as uh...things could get bad. I mean Imma good pilot, don't know about ya'll. Just either way don't move and enjoy the show of yours truly! Bye!"
She sent the Valhalla into a roll, have the top "Conn" mast, that was sheared off earlier on the bottom. They neared the bridge tower of the Hand of Terel, the distance closing remarkably fast.
Time seemed to stop, as those in the Navigation Bridge realized that they could look out and see people on the command deck of the diplomatic ship. It was only for an instant, until the Valhalla, activated her all her thrusters and secondary engines, and she went rising above the command tower, with her tail end began to pitch up. The ship continued this maneuver, her nose now pitched directly over top the other ship's bridge before she pitched down, and through another set of maneuvers, was back on the original course traveling "backwards."
"Liala...you have to show me how to do that. I think that'd be more than enough to scare my husband into paying child support," Chief Tactical Officer Nai'ti murmured impressed.
Liala appeared on her screen and smirked, "Not often I get to do that. We should be out of range now."
"Begin damage control and repairs, and have a damage report for me soon," Commander Cigol ordered. "Ty open up a channel and let them know we are willing to accept their response at the moment. However, also advise them this is the third time they have violated a sanctioned military order to vacant the battlezone."
Communications Officer Ty nodded.
"Lt. Briten, get me an assessment of the Bismarck, the Time Dancer, and the other ship that has disappeared," Commander Cigol stated, before making his way to the lift. "I will be in the Main Infirmary. Mr. Nai'ti you have the Conn."
"Aye sir," responded Nai'ti.
* * *
Lt. Colonel Follox and the few marines, went running through the corridors of the Time Dancer, trying to find the engineering crews, as the ship rocked and shook.
"Sumsobitchs!"
He looked at his hand scanner and went over the map that most his teams had crudely put together, before everything hit the fan.
"Sir, their command deck isn't that far from this position. If we can maybe we can make it there before the hostiles do."
"Good head marine. Let's get moving," he ordered as they hurried toward the ship's bridge. "Keep your eyes sharps and guns hot. I don't trust any bastard on this boat that's not carrying the letter V on their sleeve."
But that didn't stop neither of them. The ship continued its wild piloting and threw back as much fire as it could toward the Bismarck. Then they were finally pass the battle barge and nearly out of weapon's range. With their current course, they were now handing furiously toward the Hand of Terel.
"We have successfully completed our maneuvers Commander," Liala said, enthralled in her navigational data. "We will exiting the Bismarck's weapons range momentarily and are currently on a collision course with the Hand of Terel."
"The Bismarck managed to bring up their shields after our first fusion nuclear launch," alerted Intelligence Officer Briten. "We are still trying to assess their damage levels."
"Our own shields are nearing collapse, at 10%. Over half our weapons are inoperable. Trying to get a full assessment now," reported Chief Tactical Officer Nai'ti as the ship shook once more under the Bismark's fire.
"We shall worry about that all in a few," stated the Commander.
He was watching his tactical screens, reading the data of both the Bismarck and Hand. Perhaps there was a way to truly put on a show and make sure that they escape the Bismarck's firing range early.
"Navigator Liala..."
Tonia Liala's avatar popped up on one of the command chairs tactical displays.
"Navigator, we will be staying on the collision course," Commander Cigol said.
"Commander," Liala said with a look of confusion. "If we're going to ram a ship shouldn't we be-"
Navigator Liala stopped dead in her tracks, brought up several screen and threw herself into the data. She looked back at the Commander and gave a devilishly grin.
"Ohhhh Commander...I didn't think you'd were this impish!"
"Well in any case, you saved me and explanation," Cigol commented, as the ship once again rocked, slamming him into the shock frame. "Once again your piloting skills are key. And send them a cyber greeting if you're abled."
Navigator Liala nodded and blinked from existence. Cigol, tapped a few buttons opening up a line down to Engineering. "Assistance Chief Susan, report."
"Commander! We're facing overloads down here and the shutdown of most of the conversion reactors! If we don't give it a rest soon, we'll be servilely lacking on power for anything. Not to mentioned that last attack, completely knocked out the FTL jump drive and engine power has been reduced by 17% and rising. Let's not even mention the heat sinks malfunctioning or that I'm having to reroute power just to make sure the engines stay at their normal levels," Assistant Chief Susan said, just as exhausted as the rest of her team.
"Assistant Chief, we need that power."
The engineer gave look of annoyance then submission. "I am not Chief Dext, Commander. I can only do so much. I'll do what I can though."
And the link was cut.
Communications Officer Ty looked over to the Commander, "Sir, just before we got into battle with the Bismarck, the Hand of Terel, sent back a reply to our message."
"I don't want to hear what those Tacs Riah'ssel (hairless cats/infants/those that are naive) have to say," Commander Cigol spoke with a surge of ice. "What until after we have passed them, then open another channel."
Ty seemed to recoil in his chair and nodded hastily, before focusing on his work.
The ship shook again and soon alarsm began to sound.
"WARNING COLLISION ALERT! WARNING COLLISION ALERT!"
That was the cue, and Liala sent the large lumbering battleship into another series of maneuvers. The Valhalla went aimed at the Hand of Terel like a vengeful bat out of hell. She kept on screaming toward until, she was merely a few thousand kilometers away, and then her thrusters cut in. The ship pitched and yawed, traveling so close to the Hand of Terel, that one could literally see out the windows into the other. They knew by now that the Bismarck, if they were smart, dare not fire, unless they wish to risk a stray shot hitting the diplomatic ship.
Liala located where their command deck was a devilishly thought entered her mind.
She sent a digital clone of herself to the Hand of Terel and wormed into their communications.
"Heya guys. Sorry about this. But I just wanted to say, you might not wanna move, as uh...things could get bad. I mean Imma good pilot, don't know about ya'll. Just either way don't move and enjoy the show of yours truly! Bye!"
She sent the Valhalla into a roll, have the top "Conn" mast, that was sheared off earlier on the bottom. They neared the bridge tower of the Hand of Terel, the distance closing remarkably fast.
Time seemed to stop, as those in the Navigation Bridge realized that they could look out and see people on the command deck of the diplomatic ship. It was only for an instant, until the Valhalla, activated her all her thrusters and secondary engines, and she went rising above the command tower, with her tail end began to pitch up. The ship continued this maneuver, her nose now pitched directly over top the other ship's bridge before she pitched down, and through another set of maneuvers, was back on the original course traveling "backwards."
"Liala...you have to show me how to do that. I think that'd be more than enough to scare my husband into paying child support," Chief Tactical Officer Nai'ti murmured impressed.
Liala appeared on her screen and smirked, "Not often I get to do that. We should be out of range now."
"Begin damage control and repairs, and have a damage report for me soon," Commander Cigol ordered. "Ty open up a channel and let them know we are willing to accept their response at the moment. However, also advise them this is the third time they have violated a sanctioned military order to vacant the battlezone."
Communications Officer Ty nodded.
"Lt. Briten, get me an assessment of the Bismarck, the Time Dancer, and the other ship that has disappeared," Commander Cigol stated, before making his way to the lift. "I will be in the Main Infirmary. Mr. Nai'ti you have the Conn."
"Aye sir," responded Nai'ti.
* * *
Lt. Colonel Follox and the few marines, went running through the corridors of the Time Dancer, trying to find the engineering crews, as the ship rocked and shook.
"Sumsobitchs!"
He looked at his hand scanner and went over the map that most his teams had crudely put together, before everything hit the fan.
"Sir, their command deck isn't that far from this position. If we can maybe we can make it there before the hostiles do."
"Good head marine. Let's get moving," he ordered as they hurried toward the ship's bridge. "Keep your eyes sharps and guns hot. I don't trust any bastard on this boat that's not carrying the letter V on their sleeve."
"SIR! They've gone out of shell range! Should we fire the missiles?" The 1st Lieutenant asked, and looked over at Braesk. He looked over, and was about to reply, when he heard someone.
"Fire every missile. I want them locked on, and I want those bastards blown halfway to hell. And I want it done NOW!" Ascrith ordered, and now began to retake control. "I want the engines at full power. Follow their course, get them destroyed, but keep us in between the Hand, and everyone else, of course."
The ship rocked, too, as it moved and was hit by enemy weaponry. She wasn't about to get out of this alone, or without a scratch. Hell, they already got scars that would stay with their soldiers for a long, long time.
Robbins looked out the window of the Hand, and saw an amazing thing. The ship flew right past them. He was amazed at the piloting skills. Hell, after this, if both survived, he'd shake his hand. Well, if the pilot was a man, that is. He didn't like shaking girls hands. Too damn awkward sometimes, but he'd do that, if he needed.
"Fire every missile. I want them locked on, and I want those bastards blown halfway to hell. And I want it done NOW!" Ascrith ordered, and now began to retake control. "I want the engines at full power. Follow their course, get them destroyed, but keep us in between the Hand, and everyone else, of course."
The ship rocked, too, as it moved and was hit by enemy weaponry. She wasn't about to get out of this alone, or without a scratch. Hell, they already got scars that would stay with their soldiers for a long, long time.
Robbins looked out the window of the Hand, and saw an amazing thing. The ship flew right past them. He was amazed at the piloting skills. Hell, after this, if both survived, he'd shake his hand. Well, if the pilot was a man, that is. He didn't like shaking girls hands. Too damn awkward sometimes, but he'd do that, if he needed.
"Sir! The Valhalla is ona direct collision course with us!" The sensor officer reported.
Captain Tolarim started spouting an impressive array of obscenities, "That tears it! If they're trying to ram us I'm blowing them out fo the sky, neutrality be damned to the Void!"
"Sir! Our computer systems are being hacked!" Came the voice of Aelya, their ancient AI, "I am attempting to-"
She was cut off by Liala over their comms, "Heya guys. Sorry about this. But I just wanted to say, you might not wanna move, as uh...things could get bad. I mean Imma good pilot, don't know about ya'll. Just either way don't move and enjoy the show of yours truly! Bye!"
Everyone in the bridge stared in amixture of shock, horror and a hint of awe as the Valhalla's Navigation Bridge passed within visual rangeof the bridge of the Hand. Captain Tolarim stood up, eyes wide, "Those Flicker-life fools are utterly insane!" He exploded, "They used us a gods-damned shield! So much for damned neutrality being a protection!"
Meanwhile, Nariel and Nathaniel had been staring at the piloting display, both of them seemed a little less fazed than they should have been, "Wow, that's the second most impressive display of piloting skills I've ever seen." Nariel said.
Her husband glanced at her, "I think we should go up to the bridge. A display like that can't mean anything good." He looked over at Robbins, "I'm afraid you will have to excuse us, captain. It appears a situation has come up." It appeared that Terelain Elders had a knack for gross understatement.
The two hurried from their rooms, probably assuming that Robbins would go back to his men. By the time they got to the bridge, Captain Tolarim was staning up, his tail twitching agitatedly and his claws slowly extending and retracting, "Tell my fighter screen to get off their lazy behinds and do their jobs!" He snapped, "If any of those missiles look as if they're going to so much as sneeze in our directon I want them blasted out of the sky! And someone tell me what the hell just happened with that insane stun those idiots just pulled!?"
"Captain, calm down." Nariel ordered sternly, "Comms, broadcast to all ships."
"Channel open, Elder." The comms officer said quietly.
"I hope you had fun with that stunt you just pulled, Valhalla. I must say I was quite impressed with your pilot. In all my twenty three thousands years I've only seen one other example of piloting that could overshadow what I just witnessed, never mind how utterly reckless that was." Her tone was was like a mother scolding a bunch of little children, "now then. I want everyone to stop shooting and listen. I am getting tired of you children actin like spoiled brats. 'He stole our ancient artefact and destroyed it', 'He invaded my planet' , 'He blew up one of our ships', 'He blew up our planet'." She mimed their voices with high-pitched childish tones, "All of these accusations and attacks are getting rather pointless. Now you endanger my vessel, drag in third parties and otherwise make a mess of things. Well play time is over children. The Bismarck is to autodestruct its missiles, the Valhalla is to retreat beyond weapons range of the Bismarck and this fighting is to end immediately, or by all the stars in Heaven I will put an end to this myself... and boys? You won't like it when I do that. You have thirty seconds to comply, or I dispatch a message to my homeworld. In three months time the Grand Fleet will roll down on both your nations, enforce a ceasefire and bomb any planet that resists into dust. This is not a threat, gentlemen, this is a fact. End transmission."
The entire bridge of the ship was silent, they were all staring at the Elder in shock. "Dear... did... you just declare war on them?" Nathaniel asked mildly.
"They've begun to annoy me." she replied, "They better pray I don't get angry."
Captain Tolarim started spouting an impressive array of obscenities, "That tears it! If they're trying to ram us I'm blowing them out fo the sky, neutrality be damned to the Void!"
"Sir! Our computer systems are being hacked!" Came the voice of Aelya, their ancient AI, "I am attempting to-"
She was cut off by Liala over their comms, "Heya guys. Sorry about this. But I just wanted to say, you might not wanna move, as uh...things could get bad. I mean Imma good pilot, don't know about ya'll. Just either way don't move and enjoy the show of yours truly! Bye!"
Everyone in the bridge stared in amixture of shock, horror and a hint of awe as the Valhalla's Navigation Bridge passed within visual rangeof the bridge of the Hand. Captain Tolarim stood up, eyes wide, "Those Flicker-life fools are utterly insane!" He exploded, "They used us a gods-damned shield! So much for damned neutrality being a protection!"
Meanwhile, Nariel and Nathaniel had been staring at the piloting display, both of them seemed a little less fazed than they should have been, "Wow, that's the second most impressive display of piloting skills I've ever seen." Nariel said.
Her husband glanced at her, "I think we should go up to the bridge. A display like that can't mean anything good." He looked over at Robbins, "I'm afraid you will have to excuse us, captain. It appears a situation has come up." It appeared that Terelain Elders had a knack for gross understatement.
The two hurried from their rooms, probably assuming that Robbins would go back to his men. By the time they got to the bridge, Captain Tolarim was staning up, his tail twitching agitatedly and his claws slowly extending and retracting, "Tell my fighter screen to get off their lazy behinds and do their jobs!" He snapped, "If any of those missiles look as if they're going to so much as sneeze in our directon I want them blasted out of the sky! And someone tell me what the hell just happened with that insane stun those idiots just pulled!?"
"Captain, calm down." Nariel ordered sternly, "Comms, broadcast to all ships."
"Channel open, Elder." The comms officer said quietly.
"I hope you had fun with that stunt you just pulled, Valhalla. I must say I was quite impressed with your pilot. In all my twenty three thousands years I've only seen one other example of piloting that could overshadow what I just witnessed, never mind how utterly reckless that was." Her tone was was like a mother scolding a bunch of little children, "now then. I want everyone to stop shooting and listen. I am getting tired of you children actin like spoiled brats. 'He stole our ancient artefact and destroyed it', 'He invaded my planet' , 'He blew up one of our ships', 'He blew up our planet'." She mimed their voices with high-pitched childish tones, "All of these accusations and attacks are getting rather pointless. Now you endanger my vessel, drag in third parties and otherwise make a mess of things. Well play time is over children. The Bismarck is to autodestruct its missiles, the Valhalla is to retreat beyond weapons range of the Bismarck and this fighting is to end immediately, or by all the stars in Heaven I will put an end to this myself... and boys? You won't like it when I do that. You have thirty seconds to comply, or I dispatch a message to my homeworld. In three months time the Grand Fleet will roll down on both your nations, enforce a ceasefire and bomb any planet that resists into dust. This is not a threat, gentlemen, this is a fact. End transmission."
The entire bridge of the ship was silent, they were all staring at the Elder in shock. "Dear... did... you just declare war on them?" Nathaniel asked mildly.
"They've begun to annoy me." she replied, "They better pray I don't get angry."
"Oh boys, don't try to make Ascrith do what you want. He listens to three people. Me, his leaders, and Himself. So, whatever you do, don't try to make him stop. Those missiles are going for the Valhalla, and the Valhalla only. They shut themselves off when they hit a friendly, so in reality, if it hits you, most you get is a dent. I'm sorry, but if you declared war on us, you can go straight to Hell, and we will help you all the way," Captain Robbins said, standing tall, and watching them. They weren't that smart when it came to things that were happening.
"Let me remind you what is going on, hmm? You have a battleship, a very large one, too, guarding you and trying to stop anyone from getting to you. That battleship can also blow the hell out of you instantly. You have 20 of the deadliest humans in the universe also inside, and you have me. So, what's your choice?"
"Let me remind you what is going on, hmm? You have a battleship, a very large one, too, guarding you and trying to stop anyone from getting to you. That battleship can also blow the hell out of you instantly. You have 20 of the deadliest humans in the universe also inside, and you have me. So, what's your choice?"
Nariel turned to him, a slight fronw on her face, "My dear boy... this might be a lightly armed diplomatic ship... but you don't kno who you're dealing with here. Let me make this clear for you. I'm old. Very old. Very very old. I've seen pretty much everything at least twice. I've been in a siutation similarto this once before... during the Second Great War. The Gillorians made the choice of firing on me. I made the choice of allowing myself to be angry. The Gillorians are now extinct. It took seven hundred years and the utter annhiliation of one hundred and seventy two planets, eight stars and the significant alteration of the orbits of twelve planets. I've lived long enough not to particularly care about dying any more. You can blow this ship to hell and back, but I can assure you that you will regret it." She took a deep breath and then said, "I am trying to end this conflict peacefully. The threat of force seems to be the only thing you lot respond to... so I'm using it. Unless you want your precious battleship to engage the Valhalla again? i'll even give you ringside seats at the observaton deck so ou watch the fireworks when they both blow up."
"If all else fails, I can attempt to infiltrate the systems of both vessels and disable their weaponsand shields." The AI, Aelya, said, "I may not succeed... but I think I can outsmart their cyberwarfare suits... I am, after all, one of the most advanced warfare intelligences ever designed... and I've had thousands of years of self-improvement."
"Could you do that?" Nathaniel asked.
"As I said, I might fail. But I can certainly try. I'did something similar back during the War and destroyed an enemy ship the same size as the Bismarck. Of course, the systems I have to work with on this vessel are not militay grade... but i think I can work around it. I might be able to subvert their own cyberwarfare suites." The AI replied.
"If all else fails, I can attempt to infiltrate the systems of both vessels and disable their weaponsand shields." The AI, Aelya, said, "I may not succeed... but I think I can outsmart their cyberwarfare suits... I am, after all, one of the most advanced warfare intelligences ever designed... and I've had thousands of years of self-improvement."
"Could you do that?" Nathaniel asked.
"As I said, I might fail. But I can certainly try. I'did something similar back during the War and destroyed an enemy ship the same size as the Bismarck. Of course, the systems I have to work with on this vessel are not militay grade... but i think I can work around it. I might be able to subvert their own cyberwarfare suites." The AI replied.
"Damn....and not surprised. There's a large wave of missiles heading for us," Lt. Briten stated dismissively, not even awed anymore.
"The way we are flying now I don't think we can evade them De'nala," Liala said to Chief Tactical Officer Nai'ti. "I'm all outta tricks..."
It was the Lieutenant's turn to grin now and Liala got a curious look. "Lieutenant...what are you planning...?"
"Well..." the Lieutenant managed to hid, what ever scenario she was running from Liala, who looked on anxious. "I'm planning to blanket the area and blow us up."
"I don't think the Captain would like that idea Lieutenant," Liala quipped. "But you're being mischievous about it. So I think I just may like it."
Liutenant Nai'ti released the security controls and allowed Liala to analyze the data. Her eyes returned back to the African officer and she nodded. "Oh this is good....oh this is really good."
"Well...then, lets get started..."
* * *
Commander Cigol walked into the Main Infirmary, and the sight was something he could never get use to. Bodies filled every available space. Blood splattered on the once pristine white walls. Moans and wails of pain and suffering echoed, throughout the place and doctors, nurses and medics tried to treat the wounded and those that weren't too far gone.
"Commander, this way." Dr. Lucas Rodden, scooped him up and dragged him toward a private ward. He worry his doctor's mask, and surgeon's gloves, blood all over his coat. "He's in worst shape than I originally thought, but he slightly better. The nanities are taking longer than usual in accelerating the healing process. Dr. Stratos deduce, that it may be from some outside psionic influence that's causing them to act that way. Don't really know. Found internal hemorrhaging that had to be taken care of immediately, and some shrapnel poisoning."
The came to the ward and Commander Cigol saw Captain Nikoli in the bed, his usual eye patch removed and replaced with bandages.
"Can I speak to him?"
Dr. Lucas Rodden grumbled something about always messing with the rest of his patients, before, injecting a substance into the IV pump.
Captain Nikoli's eyes flickered open and he searched his surroundings in a somewhat panicky state. His eyes fell onto Cigol and he realized where he was.
"Sta..sta..."
"Status?" Commander Cigol asked.
Captain Nikoli gave a sluggish nod.
"We are heavily damaged Captain. Shields are barely operational, most of our reactors are looking at emergency shutdowns, and most of our weapons are gone," Commander Cigol reported.
"En...en...enemy...?" Nikoli rasped out with a struggle.
"We are still trying to assess their damage, but we believe we struck critical blows upon their vessel. We are still in the process of detaining those responsible for the crimes on Calypso, but there has been...intervention by several other vessels in the area," responded the Commander.
Captain Nikoli nodded and turned his head away. Commander Cigol simply stood by, awaiting any more inquires. After a few moments, the Captain looked back to the Commander and their eyes met. Cigol could see the return of the pain that the crew of the Valhalla had fought so hard to not allow the Captain to succumb to.
"Sto...stop...su....surr...ender..." Captain Nikoli struggled to say, their eyes still locked.
"Captain, that would be unwise. They would surely destroy us," Cigol countered.
"Stop...no...m...mor..more....lives...."
It was silent in the room. The Commander looked at the Captain and nodded.
"Yes sir Captain."
Commander Cigol turned on his heel and exited the Main Infirmary.
He would surrender.
* * *
"Lieutenant Nai'ti..." Communication's Officer Ty called out. "I'm getting a message from Fighter Control, relayed from Commander Cigol. They state we are to issue an immediate surrender order, and notify the Bismarck that our commanding officer will be heading toward them on an unharmed shuttle."
Everyone looked up in shock.
"What?!" exclaimed Nai'ti.
"Its an order. We are to surrender," Ty said.
Silence filled the command deck.
"What ever decision you're going to make, better make it soon. Those missiles aren't stopping," Lt. Briten noted.
Lieutenant Nai'ti closed her eyes and then sighed. "Power down weapons. Sound the alert. Ty, send the message of surrender and let them know Commander Cigol is on his way in a shuttle."
Communications Officer Ty nodded and sent the word. Lieutenant Nai'ti slumped in the command chair, her shoulders sagged. Navigator Liala popped up on one of the displays and shrugged.
"Was bound to happen Chief."
* * *
Commander Cigol sat alone in the small shuttle craft, two boxes beside him in the co-pilot's chair. He looked over to them and his eyes lingered. In one was a specially made, battle sword he received from his feline wife, when they were first married. Most thought it merely a trinket, but they never realized that it was quite the lethal weapon in the most capable of hands.
In the other box, was a device, given to him long ago by his superiors at C.A.I.N. He knew of many who found themselves using it, but admittedly, didn't think he would have to.
He saw the Valhalla's bay doors open up and he set an automated course toward the Bismarck.
With nothing else to do, but wait. He removed the device inside the second box and attached it to himself, before sitting in the back and beginning to meditate.
"The way we are flying now I don't think we can evade them De'nala," Liala said to Chief Tactical Officer Nai'ti. "I'm all outta tricks..."
It was the Lieutenant's turn to grin now and Liala got a curious look. "Lieutenant...what are you planning...?"
"Well..." the Lieutenant managed to hid, what ever scenario she was running from Liala, who looked on anxious. "I'm planning to blanket the area and blow us up."
"I don't think the Captain would like that idea Lieutenant," Liala quipped. "But you're being mischievous about it. So I think I just may like it."
Liutenant Nai'ti released the security controls and allowed Liala to analyze the data. Her eyes returned back to the African officer and she nodded. "Oh this is good....oh this is really good."
"Well...then, lets get started..."
* * *
Commander Cigol walked into the Main Infirmary, and the sight was something he could never get use to. Bodies filled every available space. Blood splattered on the once pristine white walls. Moans and wails of pain and suffering echoed, throughout the place and doctors, nurses and medics tried to treat the wounded and those that weren't too far gone.
"Commander, this way." Dr. Lucas Rodden, scooped him up and dragged him toward a private ward. He worry his doctor's mask, and surgeon's gloves, blood all over his coat. "He's in worst shape than I originally thought, but he slightly better. The nanities are taking longer than usual in accelerating the healing process. Dr. Stratos deduce, that it may be from some outside psionic influence that's causing them to act that way. Don't really know. Found internal hemorrhaging that had to be taken care of immediately, and some shrapnel poisoning."
The came to the ward and Commander Cigol saw Captain Nikoli in the bed, his usual eye patch removed and replaced with bandages.
"Can I speak to him?"
Dr. Lucas Rodden grumbled something about always messing with the rest of his patients, before, injecting a substance into the IV pump.
Captain Nikoli's eyes flickered open and he searched his surroundings in a somewhat panicky state. His eyes fell onto Cigol and he realized where he was.
"Sta..sta..."
"Status?" Commander Cigol asked.
Captain Nikoli gave a sluggish nod.
"We are heavily damaged Captain. Shields are barely operational, most of our reactors are looking at emergency shutdowns, and most of our weapons are gone," Commander Cigol reported.
"En...en...enemy...?" Nikoli rasped out with a struggle.
"We are still trying to assess their damage, but we believe we struck critical blows upon their vessel. We are still in the process of detaining those responsible for the crimes on Calypso, but there has been...intervention by several other vessels in the area," responded the Commander.
Captain Nikoli nodded and turned his head away. Commander Cigol simply stood by, awaiting any more inquires. After a few moments, the Captain looked back to the Commander and their eyes met. Cigol could see the return of the pain that the crew of the Valhalla had fought so hard to not allow the Captain to succumb to.
"Sto...stop...su....surr...ender..." Captain Nikoli struggled to say, their eyes still locked.
"Captain, that would be unwise. They would surely destroy us," Cigol countered.
"Stop...no...m...mor..more....lives...."
It was silent in the room. The Commander looked at the Captain and nodded.
"Yes sir Captain."
Commander Cigol turned on his heel and exited the Main Infirmary.
He would surrender.
* * *
"Lieutenant Nai'ti..." Communication's Officer Ty called out. "I'm getting a message from Fighter Control, relayed from Commander Cigol. They state we are to issue an immediate surrender order, and notify the Bismarck that our commanding officer will be heading toward them on an unharmed shuttle."
Everyone looked up in shock.
"What?!" exclaimed Nai'ti.
"Its an order. We are to surrender," Ty said.
Silence filled the command deck.
"What ever decision you're going to make, better make it soon. Those missiles aren't stopping," Lt. Briten noted.
Lieutenant Nai'ti closed her eyes and then sighed. "Power down weapons. Sound the alert. Ty, send the message of surrender and let them know Commander Cigol is on his way in a shuttle."
Communications Officer Ty nodded and sent the word. Lieutenant Nai'ti slumped in the command chair, her shoulders sagged. Navigator Liala popped up on one of the displays and shrugged.
"Was bound to happen Chief."
* * *
Commander Cigol sat alone in the small shuttle craft, two boxes beside him in the co-pilot's chair. He looked over to them and his eyes lingered. In one was a specially made, battle sword he received from his feline wife, when they were first married. Most thought it merely a trinket, but they never realized that it was quite the lethal weapon in the most capable of hands.
In the other box, was a device, given to him long ago by his superiors at C.A.I.N. He knew of many who found themselves using it, but admittedly, didn't think he would have to.
He saw the Valhalla's bay doors open up and he set an automated course toward the Bismarck.
With nothing else to do, but wait. He removed the device inside the second box and attached it to himself, before sitting in the back and beginning to meditate.
"Sir, the Valhalla has surrendered! What is your orders?" The 1st Lieutenant asked, shocked. He stood up from his position at the front of the ship, and looked at Ascrith and Braesk. Everyone was in shock and awe. They finally did it. They finally beat the Valhalla back to her hole. And now they were surrendering.
Ascrith looked at Braesk, amazed that the ship would actually surrender. He usually would try to destroy the ship, but he didn't want to. Not now. He wanted to help them. Deep inside, both of them felt a tang of sorrow for the men. "Deactivate the missiles and reroute them. I want those men unharmed. Send over 10 unarmed shuttles carrying medical personal, and I want that ship in tow in 20 minutes. We are bringing her back. Inform them of our decision, Colonel,"
Braesk nodded, and turned on his comms. They knew that there probably was going to be a war with these people, he knew that nothing good was going to come out of fighting them. But maybe, maybe he could help them.
"Valhalla, this is the Bismarck. We accept your surrender. We are sending over 20 shuttles to help with your wounded, and evacuate the ship. On board is our best surgeons, who will hopefully be able to help the Captain with his wounds. We are asking the status of his condition, so we may assess what we have to do,"
Ascrith walked forward, carrying a ceremonial sword with him. Yes, he did have his favorite sword in his sheath, but he knew what had to be done. He ordered the bay doors opened, and stepped forward to help. He watched the men come in, and that's when his heart almost broke, knowing what he did to these men.
*****
Robbins stood his ground. He wasn't giving in, he wasn't leaving. He was angry, oh so angry at them. At their ways, at their cockiness. They would pay. Oh lord they would pay. He looked at his wrist, and began typing something on it, looking very, very angry. Back on the Bismarck, the massive supercomputer that was the heart of the ship lurched to life, and began transmitting a strong and powerful signal. It was going to jam their communications, and hack into the network to destroy the AI. Hopefully, it would work.
"You picked the wrong enemy, Elder. You picked the wrong nation. And you know what? We are tired of your genocidal ways. Yes, we did commit genocide. I don't know how we are going to get through that one, but I swear on my life, you won't get through this. Declare war. I dare you. Or, wait, should they come out here to find your dead body in space?"
Robbins reached into his vest, next to his chest, and pulled out a small, 9mm Walther pistol from the old ages, pointed it at the man, and fired off four shots, three for the chest, and one for the head. Six more shots left. He knew that there was going to be a war between someone, and he knew who it was going to be with. And with that, Jacob shouted the kill order to his comms, directed at the Death Korps, who reacted fast.
The lieutenant heard it, and looked at the soldiers. Not good for them. He had one hand on the deck of cards, when he lifted his SMG up into the air, and fired off a few rounds. The rest of them did the same with their guns, picking targets and spraying them.
Ascrith looked at Braesk, amazed that the ship would actually surrender. He usually would try to destroy the ship, but he didn't want to. Not now. He wanted to help them. Deep inside, both of them felt a tang of sorrow for the men. "Deactivate the missiles and reroute them. I want those men unharmed. Send over 10 unarmed shuttles carrying medical personal, and I want that ship in tow in 20 minutes. We are bringing her back. Inform them of our decision, Colonel,"
Braesk nodded, and turned on his comms. They knew that there probably was going to be a war with these people, he knew that nothing good was going to come out of fighting them. But maybe, maybe he could help them.
"Valhalla, this is the Bismarck. We accept your surrender. We are sending over 20 shuttles to help with your wounded, and evacuate the ship. On board is our best surgeons, who will hopefully be able to help the Captain with his wounds. We are asking the status of his condition, so we may assess what we have to do,"
Ascrith walked forward, carrying a ceremonial sword with him. Yes, he did have his favorite sword in his sheath, but he knew what had to be done. He ordered the bay doors opened, and stepped forward to help. He watched the men come in, and that's when his heart almost broke, knowing what he did to these men.
*****
Robbins stood his ground. He wasn't giving in, he wasn't leaving. He was angry, oh so angry at them. At their ways, at their cockiness. They would pay. Oh lord they would pay. He looked at his wrist, and began typing something on it, looking very, very angry. Back on the Bismarck, the massive supercomputer that was the heart of the ship lurched to life, and began transmitting a strong and powerful signal. It was going to jam their communications, and hack into the network to destroy the AI. Hopefully, it would work.
"You picked the wrong enemy, Elder. You picked the wrong nation. And you know what? We are tired of your genocidal ways. Yes, we did commit genocide. I don't know how we are going to get through that one, but I swear on my life, you won't get through this. Declare war. I dare you. Or, wait, should they come out here to find your dead body in space?"
Robbins reached into his vest, next to his chest, and pulled out a small, 9mm Walther pistol from the old ages, pointed it at the man, and fired off four shots, three for the chest, and one for the head. Six more shots left. He knew that there was going to be a war between someone, and he knew who it was going to be with. And with that, Jacob shouted the kill order to his comms, directed at the Death Korps, who reacted fast.
The lieutenant heard it, and looked at the soldiers. Not good for them. He had one hand on the deck of cards, when he lifted his SMG up into the air, and fired off a few rounds. The rest of them did the same with their guns, picking targets and spraying them.
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