The Battle in the Dock
Posted on Sun Mar 13th, 2016 @ 11:43pm by 2nd Lieutenant Scooter Porkinsky & Lieutenant Colonel Edward Maxwell & Colonel S'er'in'e & Lieutenant Lynsi Mason
Edited on on Mon Mar 14th, 2016 @ 10:18pm
Mission:
By Dawn's Early Light
Location: Inside the Spacedock
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Scooter Porkinsky rocketed out of Archa's atmosphere toward the space station. Amidst the immensely complex coordination of batteries and fighter groups, the base's tactical computer had directed him to cover lifeboats that had blasted away from a burning section of starbase. No Sojourner fighters showed up to interfere, so he hit full throttle after the lifeboats disappeared into the sea.
A red tactical warning blinked on his HUD. "Oh no..." The enemy had pierced the space dock and was charging inside. =/Hang on, Shell Group! We're on our way!\= He happily renounced his personal reservations about keeping a flight of Razors inside as a precaution.
From the near vicinity of the station, Blaze leaped into action. She brought the nose of her fighter about and pointed it towards the hull breach. "Claymores, you hear the Major. We're not letting anything through. Adjust heading and take up defensive postures." There were a lot of fighters heading their way, but everyone they could stop was one fewer causing trouble on the inside.
Lieutenant Junior Grade Stefan Buccheri, the squadron leader for the Pythons, readied his fighters as well. "Python Lead to Command. I'm entering the breach now. Reaper, Razor, you're on me." Even though the breach was several times larger than the fighters, it still felt small when screaming by at full impulse.
Clearing the opening in the hull, it soon became clear to Buccheri just how much damage was already done. Sojourner fighters that had got there first were already firing on the helpless ships, Starfleet and civilian alike. Fires burned throughout, feeding off of oxygen escaping the bulkheads.
Caught in what amounted to a blender effect of intact fighters and flaming wreckage, Lt. Porkinsky depended upon the lightning speed of his autopilot to juke obstacles. His Tac computer identified three immediate targets, and then it flashed an alert, ==WEAPON MALFUNCTION... WEAPON MALFUNCTION==. "What the...!" No guns. The only maneuver he had remaining was perfected by Russians centuries before. Sliding into position a la Blue Angels, he paralleled a Sojourner fighter. Not giving the enemy time to react, he veered hard for a second. The deflector shield push caused the enemy to slam into the dock wall. Juking back again, his ECM lit up warnings that two enemy fighters were locking weapons. Hitting the throttle, he zoomed around and then out the shell breach. Porkinsky actually hoped that they would follow. It would be easy to lead them over friendly antiaircraft batteries. To his chagrin, however, they didn't pursue him. Cursing with frustration, he took his Razor in for a hard landing. Maybe one of the dock crew could diagnose and swap out parts in a hurry.
The Razor group that had been waiting in ambush inside the docking shell tore into the surprised enemy. Prior fears that they wouldn't be able to help with the main battle quickly vanished in a wave of relief that they were there. Swirling around inside the shell like a hurricane, battle computers navigated against collisions and marked best targets. Photonic missiles, micro-torpedoes, and phaser bolts lashed at the surprised enemy fighters. One after another splashed into fireballs against the shell interior.
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Lieutenant Colonel Edward Maxwell
Major S'er'in'e
Lieutenant Lynsi Mason
Lieutenant JG Jason Rawles
2nd Lieutenant Scooter Porkinsky
Starbase 332
Pegasus Fleet
