and headed towards the Mercurian battleship. The battleship turned its
nose downward to bring more laser cannons to bear upon the rockets and
forty-seven were destroyed in mid-air and the remaining three struck the shield
causing slight damage.
The MBH weapon
stayed put much further below and was obscured from Mercurian ship’s scanners
by all the broken pieces of rockets falling down into the clouds.
“Flyptar, how are
we doing on the altitude,” Raptor asked.
“We are in the low
orbit of Nestor,” Flyptar replied, “Nearly vertical, but need seven more
degrees of correction to be straight above the enemy.”
“That is good
enough,” Raptor said, “Berserker; plot a course heading straight into Mercurian
Three’s rear hull at rapid acceleration with a last minute jerk to break us
away clean. Dispatch to flight control section’s terminals.”
Berserker replied:
‘plotting the course and preparing the flight path and acceleration schedule. A
warning sir, our collision aversion systems will kick in automatically and our
spaceship may spin and rotate.’
“Noted,” Raptor
entered a code on his terminal and switched on the starship wide broadcasting
system, “Attention crew of Starship Conquistador. This is your Commodore
speaking and I am ordering everyone to immediately secure themselves at place.
We may experience significant turbulence.”
The command room
members who were standing or walking hastened to their seats and everyone
scrambled to fasten their seat belts. Raptor pulled down two belts from the top
of his chair on either side, crossed them over his chest and affixed them to
the buckles near the waist on the opposite ends.
“Flyptar, execute
Berserker’s flight plan,” Raptor said, “Dive on the enemy. Dive now.”
“Diving on
preprogrammed schedule,” Flyptar replied, “Brace for possible collision.”
Mercurian Three
was just beginning to turn its forward nose upwards after destroying the
rockets when Starship Conquistador rapidly accelerated towards it. The alarms
started ringing abroad the Mercurian vessel and its commanders frantically
maneuvered in a state of shock. They could not believe that the enemy was
planning on a suicidal-homicidal strike when he was in no desperate situation.
Before the Mercurian flight officers and navigators could turn their spaceship,
the Conquistador was on to them and headed straight for its rear hull.
Mercurian battleship’s collision avoidance system took over and rapidly dived
the ship straight down towards the planet as that was the best move to avoid
the accident as calculated by its computers.
On Starship
Conquistador too the Battle AI Berserker took over flight controls at the last
moments and kicked in an emergency forward jerk that threw Conquistador ahead
of Mercurian ship’s rear hull and averted physical contact. However, Conquistador’s
automatic collision aversion systems kicked in too. They were strictly off
limits to battle AI’s or even the crew and could not be tampered with or
overridden without a great deal of difficulty. The collision system computers
booted the battle AI out of the starship flight controls just after it had sent
the command for the forward jerk and the mechanical safety machines turned
Conquistador on its rear axis to convert the forward momentum into angular,
rotational momentum that made the starship tumble over its vertical axis safely
ahead of the Mercurian battleship’s astern.
“Garyett,
activate the MBH weapon now, right now, and send it crashing to the planet,”
Raptor yelled when the command room and the entire starship was flipping over
upside down as the ship’s flight systems worked furiously to overcome the
rotational spin.
“MBH weapon
activated,” Garyett replied after he pressed the button for activation,
“launched it towards the ground”. Raptor and Barryett were both sitting with
override switches to take over the weapon but Garyett came through. Their heads
were spinning but
nose downward to bring more laser cannons to bear upon the rockets and
forty-seven were destroyed in mid-air and the remaining three struck the shield
causing slight damage.
The MBH weapon
stayed put much further below and was obscured from Mercurian ship’s scanners
by all the broken pieces of rockets falling down into the clouds.
“Flyptar, how are
we doing on the altitude,” Raptor asked.
“We are in the low
orbit of Nestor,” Flyptar replied, “Nearly vertical, but need seven more
degrees of correction to be straight above the enemy.”
“That is good
enough,” Raptor said, “Berserker; plot a course heading straight into Mercurian
Three’s rear hull at rapid acceleration with a last minute jerk to break us
away clean. Dispatch to flight control section’s terminals.”
Berserker replied:
‘plotting the course and preparing the flight path and acceleration schedule. A
warning sir, our collision aversion systems will kick in automatically and our
spaceship may spin and rotate.’
“Noted,” Raptor
entered a code on his terminal and switched on the starship wide broadcasting
system, “Attention crew of Starship Conquistador. This is your Commodore
speaking and I am ordering everyone to immediately secure themselves at place.
We may experience significant turbulence.”
The command room
members who were standing or walking hastened to their seats and everyone
scrambled to fasten their seat belts. Raptor pulled down two belts from the top
of his chair on either side, crossed them over his chest and affixed them to
the buckles near the waist on the opposite ends.
“Flyptar, execute
Berserker’s flight plan,” Raptor said, “Dive on the enemy. Dive now.”
“Diving on
preprogrammed schedule,” Flyptar replied, “Brace for possible collision.”
Mercurian Three
was just beginning to turn its forward nose upwards after destroying the
rockets when Starship Conquistador rapidly accelerated towards it. The alarms
started ringing abroad the Mercurian vessel and its commanders frantically
maneuvered in a state of shock. They could not believe that the enemy was
planning on a suicidal-homicidal strike when he was in no desperate situation.
Before the Mercurian flight officers and navigators could turn their spaceship,
the Conquistador was on to them and headed straight for its rear hull.
Mercurian battleship’s collision avoidance system took over and rapidly dived
the ship straight down towards the planet as that was the best move to avoid
the accident as calculated by its computers.
On Starship
Conquistador too the Battle AI Berserker took over flight controls at the last
moments and kicked in an emergency forward jerk that threw Conquistador ahead
of Mercurian ship’s rear hull and averted physical contact. However, Conquistador’s
automatic collision aversion systems kicked in too. They were strictly off
limits to battle AI’s or even the crew and could not be tampered with or
overridden without a great deal of difficulty. The collision system computers
booted the battle AI out of the starship flight controls just after it had sent
the command for the forward jerk and the mechanical safety machines turned
Conquistador on its rear axis to convert the forward momentum into angular,
rotational momentum that made the starship tumble over its vertical axis safely
ahead of the Mercurian battleship’s astern.
“Garyett,
activate the MBH weapon now, right now, and send it crashing to the planet,”
Raptor yelled when the command room and the entire starship was flipping over
upside down as the ship’s flight systems worked furiously to overcome the
rotational spin.
“MBH weapon
activated,” Garyett replied after he pressed the button for activation,
“launched it towards the ground”. Raptor and Barryett were both sitting with
override switches to take over the weapon but Garyett came through. Their heads
were spinning but
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