Line of Fire 2

[STSF Corizon 0]

Great balls of white-purple energy cascaded through space, hurdling towards the Morningstar. A brilliant explosion lit up the darkness of space, the death of one of the heavy Al-Ucard warships in the battle.

 

Smoke swirled on the bridge of the Vigilant and sparks flew. “Captain,” the concerned voice of the helm officer cried as she dodged the ship between floating debris and the weapons fire of the trailing Al-Ucard ship. “The Morningstar is taking a heavy beating…we can’t last much longer.”

 

“Bring us about,” Commander Jayse Morgans said, wiping sweat and blood from her brow and tucking a loose end of hair back into place. “Target the trailing ship with a full spread of quantum torpedoes and fire.”

 

Turning sharply enough to catch the overworked inertial dampers offline, the compact Defiant-class rotated 180-degrees in a manner of seconds; the Hammerfall felt the fury of the twin quantum torpedo tubes unleashed, exploding in vibrant hues of red.

 

Morgans felt her stomach turn but stole away the feeling on nausea. “Head straight for that lead cruiser, fire everything we’ve got at them.

 

The hulking mass of the Eritan hiveship Cadia lumbered at warp. Though powerful, large and imposing—the massive ships were anything but swift and graceful. In the control center of the vast ship, the Keeper paced nervously watching on a holographic display as the battle she raced to enter ragged.

 

The Al-Ucard warship Annihilator lifted from her attack run and banked to the left to make another pass at the Morningstar as her sister-ship, Exile, came into firing range. Aboard the Morningstar, few felt they’d survive the volley.

 

Just as the blows should have came, the Exile rocked beneath a barrage of torpedo and phaser fire from the mighty Galaxy-class Stonewall. The cavalry had come.

 

Captain Trel Lex gripped his hands tightly on the arms of his command chair aboard the bridge of the Prometheus-class Atlas. “How much longer till we can be in the battle?”

 

“Entering battle zone in less than five-minutes, sir.”

 

“Good, have all sections on stand by for MVAM if needed.”

 

“Sir!”

 

“Yes?”

 

“We’re detecting an Eritan mothership entering the battle…”

 

“That’ll be our target…coordinate with the Stonewall will be the only ones with much of a chance against that thing…”

 

The long blue hull of the Cadia slowed to warp and immediately made an impact on the battle, scouring the battlefield with a spray of her pulse-canons as hundreds of dart-fighters emerged from her hull.

 

Atlas dropped out of warp in three pieces and headed directly for the newest enemy combatant, weapons blazing. The Stonewall too had turned her attention to Cadia pouring heavy fire. The organic hull soaked up the hits, and her canons lobbed return shots with prejudice.

 

The Lincoln had also arrived, forming up the remaining Federation fleet to deal with the darts and what remained of the Al-Ucard forces. But the Cadia had distracted them long enough to give the two remaining Al-Ucard warships, Annihilator and Vendetta, time to form up on the wings of the massive Eritan ship—a deadly trifecta.

 

“Prepare to drop cloak,” HoD KoL’eH commanded from his perched position on the bridge of MaJKa. “Signal to the fleet to target the Al-Ucard ships first, then focus on the Eritan ships. It is a good day to die!”

 

Green pulses of slow nandions were the first sign of what could only be described as a surprise to both fleets as three Klingon Birds-of-Prey entered into the battle laying down fire on the Annihilator.

 

The flag of the Al-Ucard fleet shook violently and at last she fell beneath a wave of weaponry.

 

The remnants of the Ottawa’s bridge were filled with smoke as consoles flickered under failing power. Acting Captain Gage Sanderson frowned. His ship was dying. Weapons were down, shields were non-existent and main power was failing fast.

 

The Eritan mothership continued to dominate the field of battle, despite the best efforts of the Federation and Klingon forces. He had a decision to make, and he was about to make it.

 

“Helm, lay in a collision course for the Eritan ship, prepare for ramming speed.”

 

“Sir, I am detecting multiple warp signatures coming in!”

 

“Report!”

 

“Sensors are sketchy with all this jamming, but they appear to be Dominion…or Hundred ships.

 

“How many?”

 

Flanked by a battalion of attack ships, four Dominion-designed heavy battleships entered into the fray, turning the tide of the battle.

[Kansas_Jones 0]

Gotta love pitched space battles - nice log Capt. ::popcorn:: And some Prometheus action in there! Beward the MVAM - it's to be reckoned with. ::is biased::