"Sure..."
Isabelle turned away to walk toward her ship, her face stone faced. As soon as she turned to a corner, getting out of sight of commander Travis, the two order guards that escorted her in came back.
Her mind was racing once again, plans being set up at an incredible speed, scheme after schemes being drafted, rejected, amerliorated, all this through her head.
First thing, she thought, was to get rid of the guards.
She did so with relative ease, finding one of these service maintenance hatch for electronic equipment. She looked around the corridor; there were no one else, everyone was rushing to battlestation and this corridor led to the airlock, on which was docked her rhino.
Neither were there holocam it seemed. The perfect place.
Her moves were strikingly fast, unexpecting from a young girl that looked as if she got her stars and medals by her physic appearance. She was showing the two guards just how wrong their perception was.
She breathed slowly, and all of a sudden, laid two punch straight at the stomach of both guards with her fists, taking them by surprise, taking their breath out. A kick in the head of the first one made him knock out with ease despite the helm - she targeted the face with her steel reinforced boots. The second man was slightly better, taking back his sense within seconds of her attack, and tried to restrain her arms. Good reflexes, bad decision. He should have called for reinforcement, she thought, as she threw the guard over her by a simple traction her arms. She groaned in pain as the metal armor of the man scratched over her skin. Ignoring the cuts, she punched in this one's face a few times, forcing him to drop his gun in order to protect his face. She profited of this to take on the weapon, and shot in the chest plate, where the armor was thickiest.
She verified the man's pulse, and was satified finding him merely knocked out as well.
She openned the hatch, and with some effort (the men were damn heavy with all their equipment...), threw them in the maintenance cabin. She then ripped long chunk of her uniform, gagged them and quickly tied their hands and feet together, before locking the door.
She tapped twice over the small 106th insignia over her chest, a small, short range comm unit. But highly sufficient for what she wanted to do.
"Men, make yourself stealthy. Target is commander Trinity. Use your tracers, she's number 0."
--
Alban watched as the battleship's hatch openned. Now.
"LNS Abraham, open fire!"
The cruiser fired a single shot from it's powerful main gun, rocking the whole ship slightly backward. An immense energy ball went at high speed to crash over the shield of the battleship... without making any damage. Nice try, Order... but we know this trick now.
"Alright boys, you know the trick. Charge your weps with negative atoms, and fire at will! Down me this bastard."
The rest of the cruiser followed suit, and fired their own powerful shots. The energy balls this time flashed brightly over the shields, and collapsed it at various position.
Gunboats begun firing as fighter and bombers screamed out of the enemy warship. The real firefight began, as blazes of lights were exchanged on both side, explosion lightning the space...
The Ravens came out of their stealth mode, as if 12 ghostly mirage became physical. They rained their deadly energy lance on their enemy, making terrible ravage.
But after the first clash, both forces were quite equals, passed the surprise effect. The powerful guns of the battleship werent as good as the main artillery of the liberty cruisers, but they were enough to impound any one of them alone. The order bombers were making devastating runs over the gunboat, while these ones were the terror of the interception fighter...
Admiral Alban watched, his fingers crossed unconsciously. It was going to be a bloody engagement...
--
Isabelle was breathing hard when she reached back to equipment room 2, looking on her datapad as she ran accross the maze that was the battleship. From time to time, shockwave would send her flying through the corridor, accumulating various injuries on her body. There were yell, smoke, fire every where all of a sudden as she neared a section of the ship nearing the critical breaching point. The wretching sound of metal tearing as they broke under the pression was unsuportable...
Finally, she recognised some soldiers of her expedition. These men were already shooting at the crew in this section of the ship, attacking in the back of soldiers about to leave...
"Situation, soldier!"
"We have activated a jammer, general Kaitlynn, they aint going to transmit..." the man yelled over, as he fired a round of laser fire.
"They are being tough in there! Only 4 men probably, plus the target, but they got a whole armory to help themselves with! at that rate we'll run out of munition!"
She nodded, as she duck for cover. As smoke cleared slightly, she could see for a brief moment the face of Trinity, firing widely with a heavy blaster.
"Casualities?"
"4, general. But we've downed at least a dozen of 'em."
"Alright." She nodded slightly, and focused on the small combat field. It was going to be very close. She had to do it, her time was limited and she was probably much more agile than her men.
"on 3, cover me!"
"But...!!"
She began counting down, cutting short what her soldier wanted to say. The others nodded as they prepared themselves.
On three, she made a leap forward, rolling painfully on the ground full of metal shards from various debris. Her arms in cross, one blaster in each hand taken from the two fallen order guards, she fired as she moved forward. She could feel her men firing toward the shooter, covering her, retreating those daring enough to risk a shot outside the door of the armory.
As she reached the door, she rotated her body in such a way to land a kick to whoever was standing right behind it, and fired blindly forward before plunging to the ground, in the armory.
She saw in a glimpse two men fall.
They were the last ones.
She suddenly was finding herself pointing her gun in the forehead of Trinity, and Trinity doing same to her.
For an eerie moment, only their heavy breathing could be heard, as none moved.
"Sorry... but orders are orders!" Isabelle whispered, her cyan eyes focusing intensely on Trinity.
The ship rocked violently as it was hit again by a cruiser gun blast, sending both women flying.
--
"Admiral, we have lost two of our gunboats. But the battleship seems to have entered retreating manoeuvres... though I suspect a trap."
"Understood. Keep firing. Any sign of general Kaitlynn's ship?"
"No sir."
He nodded slightly, observing the holo map as the battle progressed,
"Then orders are to damage the ship to surrender at all cost. Where are the reinforcement at?"
"We've got the 79th battlegroup incoming to assist, admiral."
"Good." the man said, smiling for the first time since the beginning of the combat.
--
By some luck, Isabelle fell straight over Trinity. She didn't lost time, and grasping the head of the other woman, held it face against the ground, while with her knees, held the legs immobile as best as she could. Her men stormed in the room, and helped her restrain the furious commander.
"Q... quick get back to the ship, and get us the hell out of here." She managed to say through to gulping gasp for air, standing up and grimacing in pain.
Well, it wasn't that bad compared to boot camp training, wasn't it.
--
While Isabelle and her men dragged a mad commander Trinity to their Heavy Armored Transport, admiral Alban clutched his fist as the crew of one of his cruiser were forced to the escape pod.
Things were turning very sour...
The men on the control room of St-Mitchell were all looking anxiously at either the holoprojection of the battle or concentrated on their console, some of them sweating. It was intense.
"Sir! We report an extremely fast running rhino class freighter coming out of the battleship and heading our way! It holds the ID code of general Kaitlynn!" Finally some very good news!
"Alright, change of plans. Deploy full strenght, and turn me this battleship and its support crafts into scrap metal!"
Travis received word to late. His sister was again a prisoner. Though he didnt let that phase him. He knew that if anything happened to his sister the Liberty Force would suffer far more casualties then the Order. He attacked Manhattan directly once before. Destroying 2 Battleships and 2 Carriers. If he had to he would do it again.
"Commander what do we do? Our shield is holding and the enemy is starting to retreat. We also managed to over-ride what we think was a jammer aboard the ship." One of his crew said.
"Contact the Adler, another one of the Tenabras Class Battleships, tell them to commence code #156610"
"Sir? Isnt that the suicide code?"
--
Adler the second Osiris battleship came up side by side with Tenabras.
"The ship is ready." The commander of Adler stated.
All of the crew on Adler got off and went onto Tenabras. All fighters bombers and its fleet were now being joined into Tenabras' fleet.
--
"All ships still available in the Fleet defend the Adler at all cost!" Travis said with a bit of a disappointment to his voice.
Travis knew the Rhino was already on St. Mitchell. He wanted to get his sister back at all cost.
"What part of the prison is she?" Travis asked.
"Sir she is on the North side motion is idle."
All of the Order crew had a beacon planted on there skin. Only Tenabras and its allies used this type of system. The rest of the Order didnt see the use in it.
--
Adler along with Tenabras and the escorts started going full speed to St. Mitchell
Adler was being remotely operated from Tenabras. No one wanted to do what was about to happen but they knew that the love Travis had for his sister was strong. They knew he wanted her safe and they knew he was going to do all it takes to get her. Even if it risked his own life.
--
A little ways out a Corsair Marine Invasion fleet was called forth by the person put in command by Travis when he gave General Isabelle the tour.
Travis was about to make the first Prison Break from St. Mitchell in history.
' Wrote://im gonan pass its allready far beyond my small role and if i said anything it would only ruin it if it rotates back to me ill reply as needed //
//*cough* *cough* Jimmy comes in with a backup fleet along with the Cittadelle.//
*radio screaching and squlching*i it secured ..broadcasting.. mayday mayday this is LSF theta 24 AIT patterson to any navy or LSF ships we have a situation order battle fleet near zone 21 theyve come for the cruiser callsign trinity they have a major fleet and sofar at least two possable Tenabras Class Battleships i think there hitting zone 21..one of the prisions i say again maydaymayday mayday*EWS chrips*a hell order fighters mayday..wait.. tthat ..LNS Vessel do you copy i read your transponder and sevral others i am underfire and requesting aid may day mayday mayday whoever you are get a fleet tgeather last i checket that battlefleet had general katielyn with them
//ive set up the fleets aperence its up to next poster sumone save my butt//
Tenabras fleet are still escorting Adler to St. Mitchell when Long range scanners pick something up.
"Sir, we just got the LNS Cittadelle on long range. Orders?"
"Continue the mission at hand were gonna get my sister back and get the hell outta here before they get here. Emily can barely pilot the Tenabras through these fields. A Liberty Dread wont get here fast enough."
Isabelle was still very high on adrenaline for her recent break out of the Tenebras. Her body was wounded at different place, her uniform torn, but she still managed to walk with a minimum of dignity as her men dragged commander Trinity to prison officials.
Medics immediately rushed to assist her, but she hushed them away, running to the commander center.
She saw admiral Alban standing in front of the large holo projector, talking frantically on different comms.
"Admiral! Wh..."
The man held up a hand, a think smile on his face, not very convincing.
"Don't worry general, everything is under control now. Just relax, let the medics take care of you..."
Damned she forgot how she hated the man...
She angrily let herself be escorted to the paramedical center, where she was treated for her injuries as the medics laid her on their table.
--
The holoprojector now showed the face of three different high ranking naval officers, all of them fleet admiral.
"Admiral Alban here, from St-Mitchell, to nearest battlegroups, please respond."
there was a slight pause throiug hthe lag time it took the message to reach destination.
"Admiral Young, 123rd battlegroup, responding."
"Admiral Leahy of the 79th battlegroup, responding."
"Admiral Anderson, 45th battlegroup, responding."
Simon Alban sighed, and opened his comm again,
"This is prison station St-Mitchell. We are going to be under attack within minutes. Please assist immediately, out."
--
Not every battlegroup were the same size. Kaitlynn' 106th for instance was relatively standard and small, her two cruiser not even operational yet.
The 123rd however was quite different, consisting of only one battlecruiser and 6 cruisers, the whole protected by two squadron of interception light fighter crafts. The strategy used by the 123rd was qutie simple, long range bombardment, a command flagship on the battlecruiser and the light fighter crafts served as a role of bomber-killer and incoming missile interceptor.
They were at 5 minutes from the engagemnt zone, going slowly through the asteroids.
The 79th was the symbol of immensity itself; 2 dreadnaught of the Freedom class, 3 battlecruiser and a flotilla in itself of 10 gunboats, the whole supported by 4 squadron, one of each type.
This was a versatile battlegroup.
They were much closer, and only at 1 minute to clash with the Tenabras.
The 45th is a carrier, and over 8 squads of all the types, ready to intercept and bombard. All the crafts were ready, nose pointing outward.
They were the farthest away, 10 minutes out of estimated combat zone.
--
Captain Lavoie aboard the Citadelle de Quebec was going at a good speed toward St-Mitchell. He could have visual contact with the two Osiris battleship, which often had to slow down speed in order to avoid the asteroids.
Well, well see who were the best flyers of monsters around
Alexander Lavoie used to be a veteran captain for cruiser. While these ships were somewhere near 5 time smaller than the vessel he was now commanding, his experience at slow moving warships were quite considerable.
Activating manual drives.
He sat down on his command chair as pilot-like control sticks poped up to his reach.
Now you run
--
Admiral Alban was relieved: he now had enough support to annihilate his incoming enemies, and more so to trap them and destroy them, plus, Kaitlynn wasnt running around bothering him.
Its not like they appreciated each other much. Their long standing hatred traced back to the St-Mitchell accident
Dark days for Alban, who was in charge of the prison at the time as well.
Now wasnt the time to reflect on the past, though he did learn a lot from this incident. For instance, he had convinced the Ministry of Defence to upgrade considerably the station weapons. Some important modifications included three supplementary weapon power cell, and an added number of turrets, and of course, missile battery.
St-Mitchell was likely the only Libertonian station actually have such heavy weaponry, perhaps along with Fairbanks. They had some 10 very high tracking anti fighter turrets, 10 of heavy laser turrets, 12 anti capital vessel light artillery laser and heavy concussion missile, a very recent naval improvement: these launcher could launch up to 3 projectiles in 5 second which then moved at high velocity to rip apart hull with deadly efficiency, usually causing hull breach. They were designed to penetrate steel armour through their very sharp shape, and then the outer shell of the bomb would explode, leaving the hull vulnerable enough for the main charge to go off.
And there was a secret they havent shown off yet. Alban hoped he wouldnt need to show this card through the fight, it was one of these things the LSF managed to understand well ahead of the Order something that was highly defensive, and would immediately turn the tide of the battle at their advantage.
Weps, arm the missiles. Power up to fighter turrets, then switch all power to capital once they get into range. Remember, they are the primary target: without the head, the arms cant strike back.
Aye sir. The men says they are already loading up the barrels.
Excellent. How are the retreating cruisers?
Another young officer rose his voice to answer,
We lost only one in the engagement, the other 4 are joining up with the 45th battlegroup.
There was a slight pause, then,
Sir, we have confirmation that the 106th battlegroup has recently jumped passed the gate and are now coming to assist as well. They have fully 3 squadrons of fighters ready to engage.
Very well. Tell them to deploy, and to serve as screen for my bombers.
Alban turned toward his fighter ops officer,
Deploy all the remaining bomber crafts on this base. Load em up, well show the Order how the Navy fight.
Yes sir.
--
When the Osiris battleships reached maximal weapon range, the previous flotilla of ship wasnt present anymore. Instead it was replaced by the various ships of the 123rd, dispersed around the asteroid clearing near the prison station, their menacing artillery guns of cruiser pointed straight at them.
Behind, the radar ops could see a dreadnaught coming at impressive speed, manoeuvring with an agility only a very experienced captain could have.
On their right flank, a massive amount of ship, the 79th battlegroup of the Liberty Navy was coming at good speed as well.
On the left flank, the 45th battlegroup, now joined with the surviving gunboats, fighters and cruisers of the first offensive were now turning toward them as well.
Alban calculated in 2 minutes, if the battleships didnt retreated, there would be a lot of scrap metal.
But he was very careful. Every battlegroups would be coming always inside a radius of 2.5k from the station. The only one unable to do so would be the Citadelle, since it was coming from behind.
For himself, Alban thought it wasnt too important since it was general Kaitlynns ship her problem.
Deploy all bombers, all fighters from every Liberty forces present. Shoot down the bastards. Be careful, and good luck.
--
Isabelle still laid on the bed, half naked as medics tended on her various injuries. She didnt cared much. She was trying to picture out the battle going outside through the various sounds he could hear.
The hum of a heavy station artillery firing told her it has begun.
And Alban would probably end up with a fiasco again if she didnt saved him from his own stupidity
*pzreet ..warning hull breach iminet sheild genrato destroyed"ah hell comeon hold togeather hold togeather,wait the station ill have to dock on the station" STmitrchel this is LSF Patterson i managed to get the calvary now i need emergency docking this avenger cant take much more my plans were to run for the cittadelle but i cant get through that firestorm*explosion in backgrond*damn mayday correction im on fire and have a coolent leak request emergency docking i need a fighter asap*another explosion* good old nukes old crude but effective*he said as the nukuler loaded mine perswayed some of his followers to break off"i say again i need emergency docking..." patterson this is flight control granted landing bay 2 well have a guardian preped for you do you need medical attention.."no im fine how ,im comeing in really hot*he said as he killed the channel and huit the thrusters the ship beat up burning and leaking coilent sped off like a buliet "the general how is she" he asked cutting FC off* get me back in this fight"*he said as he screached to a halt in the landing bay techs runnig to put out the fire
The fleet escorting Tenabras suddenly came under heavy fire as St. Mitchel's defense gird opened up its long range weapons. Travis has to think fast for his plan to work.
"Launch all long range missiles at the south side at point marked. Were gonna blow a hole through that part of the shield!"
"Yes sir!"
Every ship, excluding the remote controlled Adler, launched every missile and torpedo in there hold. Missiles streaked through space at high speeds. As St. Mitchell missile defense grid started to open up. Though there were to many. The grid was having trouble aiming at so many targets. One after another the missiles and torpedoes hit there target. Shaking the whole entire station. Eventually the shield to the impact zone gave way.
"Sir our ships cant make it were going to have to pull off. If those two battle groups on long range radar get in our range were done!" Stephanie said, the second in command of Tenabras.
"Alright Adler finish your job all ships...."
A long pause occurred. Travis showed no sign of emotion when he gave his next word.
"retreat."
"Sir?!"Many of the crew asked in amazement.
"Retreat. Let Adler finish its job. We cant do anything else here. My sister can fend for herself I'm sure of it! After all she did turn herself in. I'm sure she has good reason."
--
Tenabras and the rest of the fleet suddenly broke off formation and went separate directions leaving Adler on its path to St. Mitchell. Still being remotely operated the enemy would think it was still manned.
An LSF fighter on fire then showed up in front of Adler, docking. Must be an emergency landing the crew of Tenabras thought.
Adler was 2.5k out from St. Mitchell and closing. Out of no where Adler shield dropped she was getting hit hard. St. Mitchell main defense grid opened up on Adler making it almost impossible to maneuver.
--
"We have no choice were gonna have to blow her up earlier then intended." Travis said from the command room of Tenabras.
Adler was just in striking range of the 45th battle group.
"Turn her toward the large battle group. We'll do some damage before she goes!" Travis commanded.
Adler wasn't only the backup Osiris for Tenabras. It was also way over loaded with ammunition and explosives. A moving bomb that can wipe out half a planet if it were docked.
Adler turned a bright red as the remote detonation went off. The Osiris battleship exploded in what can only be described as a miniature super nova. Blowing up anything in the area that wasn't prepared to handle such an explosion. Rocks and debris pushed away as the shock wave rippled through the system. St Mitchell shook so hard people were thrown from there feet.
Travis could only hope the shock wave didn't hurt his sister.
--
"We'll be back, all ships return to minor we need to regroup."
//disreguard if the changes i was recently informed uf void my post in any way shape or form//
*boooooooom*klaxons went of fcrews ran the station jolted*what the hel lhappened: *he asked the deck officer as he touched down and climbed out*its like a bome went off.. that other battleship get me airborn npow i saw a rhino leaveing and signel the neares shuttle to get the genral to her ship and give her this*he handed a datapad to the tech and climbed backinto a fighter withoutn even running checks or fully closeing th hatch he was of ffollwoing that freighter*"today you die order scum...*xupon leaveing the hanger he spotted a battledfleet comeing fast and saw a huge chunk in the station"my god please let her be ok"during the past frew encounters wiht the general had jimmy unusaually concernd for her wellbeing like he was inspired or bound to see her saftly or mabye he thot nah to love someone so high and to have only met her so recently is unlikely tho strnager things happened"i hope shes ok ,st mitchel this is LSF 24 im moveing to engage ill try to slow that rhino down contact the citadelle or sowemthing il lneed support i read sevral bogies ... wha? no why they have an atvantage*is intrupted: LSF fighter this is the LNS citadelle you are ordered to break off and RTB imedatly,do not make us insist and as of now your part of damage assment *hearing this he was pissed yet he complied: understood ill come about ,permission to dock on the citaddel for transit...*
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