captured enemy spaceship would
be.”
“That’s Capitan
Agnosis Wornus of Nestorian Battleship Defender,” communications officer
Dorrvyk said, “he is sending a communique to us identifying himself as a friendly
and asking us to not fire upon him.”
“Reply: do not
fire at Mercurian ship and cut out of here at once,” Raptor said.
“Too late,”
Horyett said, “Scanner shows that his spacecraft has launched four rockets.”
“I told you,”
Tollvyk said, “we should light up his tail with some laser to school him.”
“Please tell me
those rockets will not penetrate…” Raptor’s words hung in the air for capitan
Agnosis had also spotted the gap made by the Plasma Arc on Mercurian Two and
aimed all his rockets to go right through it. With all the defensive systems
shut down, the four rockets flew right inside, struck the broken fuel conduit
now spilling the intensive, radioactive fuel and exploded, lighting up the
whole spaceship and breaking it into many pieces.
“A real yahoo that
pilot,” Barryett shrugged his shoulders, “Can’t say I haven’t seen jokers like
that amongst our spacefighter squadrons during my long years.”
“He is sending
congratulations to us,” Dorrvyk said, “and requesting permission to dock.”
“Permission to dock?” Raptor was livid but calmed himself, “Alright, Dorrvyk
tell him permission granted.”
While Dorrvyk sent
out the reply to Agnosis, Raptor turned to one of his secondary screens and
punched in the code for Capitan Styx, the officer in charge of the Starship
Guards. His face was displayed two seconds later.
“Capitan Styx, a
Nestorian pilot will be docking,” Raptor said, “As soon as he is on board,
arrest him and restrain him physically till further notice.”
Styx was startled
a bit. Arresting a Nestorian officer would not just be a military act, but a
political one too. But in the middle of battle, he was not going to question
his commander’s judgement.
“Yes sir, I will
have him in chains,” Styx replied and Raptor turned off the display.
“You should have
told him to cane that clown,” Tollvyk said.
“I will see him
thrown out of Nestorian Army,” Raptor said, “but later. Now let’s get that
Mercurian Three.”
The remaining
Mercurian battleship must have been unnerved at the sight of the destruction
wrought by Conquistador and it slowly started to retreat. Raptor watched
it slowly back away while firing rockets and lasers that were increasingly
ineffective.
“Move us into the
orbital space,” Raptor said, “I want to gain altitude on him.”
“Gaining altitude
and closing distance with Mercurian Three,” Flyptar replied.
“This is it,”
Raptor said, “Col. Tollvyk launch the Ober Rockets on standby.”
“Fifty Ober
Rockets launched,” Tollvyk said.
“Fire the Micro
Black Hole Weapon in the tail of our rockets,” Raptor said, “But do not
activate it yet and program it to break off from the rockets and sustain below
the enemy spaceship.”
“MBH Weapon fired
and away,” Garyett replied, “presently in deactivated state.”
“Capitan Zurryvk,
unload the battle AI Ravager and upload the battle AI known as Berserker,”
Raptor said.
“Dumping Ravager,
loading battle AI known as Berserker,” Zurryvk replied. Berserker was the
battle command program with wild and unorthodox tactics and maneuvers encoded
in its algorithms.
Berserker spoke:
‘Berserker reporting for combat duty.’
“Commodore,” VC
Barryett chipped in before Raptor could order the battle AI, “If you are
thinking of doing what I am guessing, consider that the enemy spaceship may not
have proper collision avoidance system.”
“Conceded,” Raptor
replied, “But we do. And it is unlikely since Mercurian battleships are far
more advanced than Nestorian ships that possess it. And I intend to pull out
and away at the last minute.”
Meanwhile the
Starfirian rockets had flown down towards the atmosphere and then swung around
upwards
be.”
“That’s Capitan
Agnosis Wornus of Nestorian Battleship Defender,” communications officer
Dorrvyk said, “he is sending a communique to us identifying himself as a friendly
and asking us to not fire upon him.”
“Reply: do not
fire at Mercurian ship and cut out of here at once,” Raptor said.
“Too late,”
Horyett said, “Scanner shows that his spacecraft has launched four rockets.”
“I told you,”
Tollvyk said, “we should light up his tail with some laser to school him.”
“Please tell me
those rockets will not penetrate…” Raptor’s words hung in the air for capitan
Agnosis had also spotted the gap made by the Plasma Arc on Mercurian Two and
aimed all his rockets to go right through it. With all the defensive systems
shut down, the four rockets flew right inside, struck the broken fuel conduit
now spilling the intensive, radioactive fuel and exploded, lighting up the
whole spaceship and breaking it into many pieces.
“A real yahoo that
pilot,” Barryett shrugged his shoulders, “Can’t say I haven’t seen jokers like
that amongst our spacefighter squadrons during my long years.”
“He is sending
congratulations to us,” Dorrvyk said, “and requesting permission to dock.”
“Permission to dock?” Raptor was livid but calmed himself, “Alright, Dorrvyk
tell him permission granted.”
While Dorrvyk sent
out the reply to Agnosis, Raptor turned to one of his secondary screens and
punched in the code for Capitan Styx, the officer in charge of the Starship
Guards. His face was displayed two seconds later.
“Capitan Styx, a
Nestorian pilot will be docking,” Raptor said, “As soon as he is on board,
arrest him and restrain him physically till further notice.”
Styx was startled
a bit. Arresting a Nestorian officer would not just be a military act, but a
political one too. But in the middle of battle, he was not going to question
his commander’s judgement.
“Yes sir, I will
have him in chains,” Styx replied and Raptor turned off the display.
“You should have
told him to cane that clown,” Tollvyk said.
“I will see him
thrown out of Nestorian Army,” Raptor said, “but later. Now let’s get that
Mercurian Three.”
The remaining
Mercurian battleship must have been unnerved at the sight of the destruction
wrought by Conquistador and it slowly started to retreat. Raptor watched
it slowly back away while firing rockets and lasers that were increasingly
ineffective.
“Move us into the
orbital space,” Raptor said, “I want to gain altitude on him.”
“Gaining altitude
and closing distance with Mercurian Three,” Flyptar replied.
“This is it,”
Raptor said, “Col. Tollvyk launch the Ober Rockets on standby.”
“Fifty Ober
Rockets launched,” Tollvyk said.
“Fire the Micro
Black Hole Weapon in the tail of our rockets,” Raptor said, “But do not
activate it yet and program it to break off from the rockets and sustain below
the enemy spaceship.”
“MBH Weapon fired
and away,” Garyett replied, “presently in deactivated state.”
“Capitan Zurryvk,
unload the battle AI Ravager and upload the battle AI known as Berserker,”
Raptor said.
“Dumping Ravager,
loading battle AI known as Berserker,” Zurryvk replied. Berserker was the
battle command program with wild and unorthodox tactics and maneuvers encoded
in its algorithms.
Berserker spoke:
‘Berserker reporting for combat duty.’
“Commodore,” VC
Barryett chipped in before Raptor could order the battle AI, “If you are
thinking of doing what I am guessing, consider that the enemy spaceship may not
have proper collision avoidance system.”
“Conceded,” Raptor
replied, “But we do. And it is unlikely since Mercurian battleships are far
more advanced than Nestorian ships that possess it. And I intend to pull out
and away at the last minute.”
Meanwhile the
Starfirian rockets had flown down towards the atmosphere and then swung around
upwards
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