sudden and
instantaneous withdrawal of their fuel.
“Mercurian Two has
disappeared from all electronic and thermal scanners,” the signals and
electronics officer Hedgewyk said.
“It is still on
the gravitron scanner,” Capitan Horyett said, “But no more rockets are being
launched from it.”
“Alright,” Raptor
said, “The Plasma Arc must have been successful. Knocked out dead in space.”
“There is a remote
chance that they caught on to the Plasma Arc in time, destroyed it and
instantly shut down all of their systems to deceive us,” Barryett said.
“Vice-Commodore, I
respectfully disagree, the heat signature of Plasma Arc is unmistakable on our
thermal scanners and it went all the way,” Hedgewyk said.
“I concur that the
possibility is very remote, but it is there,” Barryett said, “They are in orbit
and can float on their own and not crash to the ground due to a lack of power.
They could take such a chance.”
“Shutting down all
systems near instantaneously could wreck a starship,” Hedgewyk protested.
“We don’t know the
capabilities of Mercurian space technology,” Barryett said, “I don’t believe it
but as a vice-commodore I have to point out every possibility that a commodore
might have overlooked.”
Raptor was
slightly annoyed at this insinuation but he had to agree that he had not
considered this tactic as a potential response from the enemy. Still, if Mercurian
Two was just playing dead, he would deal with them later. There was still one
more enemy left firing away rockets at them.
“Forget them
fellas for a moment,” Raptor waved his hand, “Ravager, tag the remaining enemy
spaceship as Mercurian Three. Col. Garyett prepare to fire our gravity weapon:
the Micro Black Hole.”
“Bringing MBH
weapon on line now,” Garyett replied.
“Alvina, how are
our lasers doing against the last remaining enemy’s rocket attacks?” Raptor
asked.
“Commodore, the
LaserStorm system is destroying more than 95% of them,” Alvina replied,
“handling one spaceship’s attack is not too difficult.”
“We can give it
right back to them two for one,” Tollvyk said, “Just give the word Commodore,
just give the word.”
Raptor laughed and
the room followed him. With the fight now down to a one on one dual against a
much smaller spaceship, the crew was surging in confidence.
“Commodore, Col.
Toll is right, we can finish them off in a punch for punch fight with lasers
and rockets,” VC Barryett said.
“I know, but as
you said our regular arsenal is depleting and I don’t know how much more of
these Nestorian’s battle we will have to win for them,” Raptor said.
“Very well,”
Barryett said.
The space battle
between Nestorian and Mercurian battleship was raging furiously elsewhere but
they were triumphing in their little corner of the space.
“I am going to
need your rockets anyhow, Toll,” Raptor said, “Col. bring 50 Ober Rockets on
standby and program them to maneuver to the rear of Mercurian Three and then
shoot up vertically.”
“Any reason to
believe their bottom is weaker?” Barryett asked.
“No, I have
another plan,” Raptor replied.
“Rockets
programmed to your specifications, ready to fire,” Tollvyk said.
“Commodore, a
Nestorian spacefighter is coming up from our right and flying straight towards
Mercurian Two,” Horyett said.
“What the hell
for?” Raptor expressed irritation, “does he really want to take on an entire
battleship by himself?”
“His sensors might
be showing him the same data as ours, albeit in a much limited manner,”
Hedgewyk said, “He must have realized that it’s crippled.”
“Then why is he
wasting time on it?” Raptor asked.
“Bastard wants to
steal credit, what else,” Tollvyk opined.
“I am afraid, I
have to concur with the colonel,” Barryett said.
“Do these
Nestorians need every battle tactic spelled out to them?” Raptor said, “Don’t
they realize on their own how much of a prize a
instantaneous withdrawal of their fuel.
“Mercurian Two has
disappeared from all electronic and thermal scanners,” the signals and
electronics officer Hedgewyk said.
“It is still on
the gravitron scanner,” Capitan Horyett said, “But no more rockets are being
launched from it.”
“Alright,” Raptor
said, “The Plasma Arc must have been successful. Knocked out dead in space.”
“There is a remote
chance that they caught on to the Plasma Arc in time, destroyed it and
instantly shut down all of their systems to deceive us,” Barryett said.
“Vice-Commodore, I
respectfully disagree, the heat signature of Plasma Arc is unmistakable on our
thermal scanners and it went all the way,” Hedgewyk said.
“I concur that the
possibility is very remote, but it is there,” Barryett said, “They are in orbit
and can float on their own and not crash to the ground due to a lack of power.
They could take such a chance.”
“Shutting down all
systems near instantaneously could wreck a starship,” Hedgewyk protested.
“We don’t know the
capabilities of Mercurian space technology,” Barryett said, “I don’t believe it
but as a vice-commodore I have to point out every possibility that a commodore
might have overlooked.”
Raptor was
slightly annoyed at this insinuation but he had to agree that he had not
considered this tactic as a potential response from the enemy. Still, if Mercurian
Two was just playing dead, he would deal with them later. There was still one
more enemy left firing away rockets at them.
“Forget them
fellas for a moment,” Raptor waved his hand, “Ravager, tag the remaining enemy
spaceship as Mercurian Three. Col. Garyett prepare to fire our gravity weapon:
the Micro Black Hole.”
“Bringing MBH
weapon on line now,” Garyett replied.
“Alvina, how are
our lasers doing against the last remaining enemy’s rocket attacks?” Raptor
asked.
“Commodore, the
LaserStorm system is destroying more than 95% of them,” Alvina replied,
“handling one spaceship’s attack is not too difficult.”
“We can give it
right back to them two for one,” Tollvyk said, “Just give the word Commodore,
just give the word.”
Raptor laughed and
the room followed him. With the fight now down to a one on one dual against a
much smaller spaceship, the crew was surging in confidence.
“Commodore, Col.
Toll is right, we can finish them off in a punch for punch fight with lasers
and rockets,” VC Barryett said.
“I know, but as
you said our regular arsenal is depleting and I don’t know how much more of
these Nestorian’s battle we will have to win for them,” Raptor said.
“Very well,”
Barryett said.
The space battle
between Nestorian and Mercurian battleship was raging furiously elsewhere but
they were triumphing in their little corner of the space.
“I am going to
need your rockets anyhow, Toll,” Raptor said, “Col. bring 50 Ober Rockets on
standby and program them to maneuver to the rear of Mercurian Three and then
shoot up vertically.”
“Any reason to
believe their bottom is weaker?” Barryett asked.
“No, I have
another plan,” Raptor replied.
“Rockets
programmed to your specifications, ready to fire,” Tollvyk said.
“Commodore, a
Nestorian spacefighter is coming up from our right and flying straight towards
Mercurian Two,” Horyett said.
“What the hell
for?” Raptor expressed irritation, “does he really want to take on an entire
battleship by himself?”
“His sensors might
be showing him the same data as ours, albeit in a much limited manner,”
Hedgewyk said, “He must have realized that it’s crippled.”
“Then why is he
wasting time on it?” Raptor asked.
“Bastard wants to
steal credit, what else,” Tollvyk opined.
“I am afraid, I
have to concur with the colonel,” Barryett said.
“Do these
Nestorians need every battle tactic spelled out to them?” Raptor said, “Don’t
they realize on their own how much of a prize a
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