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shook her head. "They've upgraded Captain, at least compared to the other Jarl class ships we’ve seen. It's possible that what he has out there is more than a match for us, at least firepower wise."
"Meaning…?" I prodded.
"Meaning that we have maneuverability and structural integrity on our side. The Razor’s solid. That thing out there is gigantic, a monster even, but she's put together piecemeal."
“Like Frankenstein’s monster,” Julie chimed in causing everyone to look her way wide-eyed for a second before they turned around resuming their jobs. Often I wondered what planet she was raised on.
My engineer kept tapping buttons and scrolling through schematics as she spoke. "It seems like they've kept adding to it. There are independent energy supplies all over the ship to power weapons, propulsion and the like."
"Like the Borg." Julie offered. After a moment of us staring at her she used both hands to wave off our dumbfounded looks.
I turned back to Anya. "Meaning that it also has a whole lot of weak points. Some of which I assume maybe less protected than others?"
"Exactly," she answered, giving me her full Duskanite sharp toothed grin.
"Could we disable their ship like we did last time?" Jaxx interjected.
"Maybe, but only maybe," she mused. "Like I said it's got a number of independent power supplies. There'd be no way to take out all the generators. And there's no doubt that some will have better shielding than others. Maybe we could affect a handful of systems, but most likely a ship this size would just shake off any kind of EMP we throw at it. Worse off Captain, even if that ship was falling apart, Goddess hear my words, most of its big guns would still be firing at us. It would take half a dozen warbirds to make it through battle with that monstrosity and come out intact."
"We have to consider the miners too, " Jaxx chirped in.
Skeck, there had to be a way out of this, I just couldn't see it. If we ran, the colony could be in danger. If we fought, there was a good chance we'd lose. Something that Anya said about the ship being piecemeal was niggling at me. Hmm...
"Captain, something’s happening with their ship!" My ensign yelled, cutting off my train of thought.
"It's moving," Jaxx reported. We all stood paralyzed and watched as the behemoth maneuvered itself closer to the mining colony. "They've positioned themselves dead center over the settlement."
Double skeck . Asmot wasn't gonna make this easy for us.
Anya was already on it, relaying real-time info from her scans. "I'm reading a large energy buildup. It's more powerful than anything I thought a ship like that could produce." Anything that confused Anya was of great concern to me. I was about to ask for clarification of the energy type, when she cut me off. "And it just launched five torpedoes."
We tracked the lethal projectiles. They seemed to spread across the outer atmosphere of the colony.
"Captain..." Anya's voice seemed hollow and distant, a far cry from her usual snark.
We could just make out something resembling a gun extending from the bottom of Asmot's ship. It crackled with a crimson energy, before an angry scream of red tore through the vacuum of space. It hit the inner stratosphere of the colony’s asteroid. In an instant, the sky caught fire, blazing like a sun in the dark expanse of space. It was all the oxygen from the planet's surface being consumed by it. The breathable atmosphere of the mining colony was gone.
They were all dead.
A tomb like silence filled the bridge as seconds stretched into what felt like hours. Unable to stop my teeth from chattering, I looked to the others. My chief engineer's face had lost all color and emotion. Julie comforted my weeping and pregnant first officer. My ensign shook his head back and forth as if willing what he had just witnessed out of his mind.
A strong solid hand found my shoulder. I met his eyes through my tears, his stone like gaze, his meaning understood. I gave
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