Capture

[Xing]

The crew of the Trinity went off from the cruiser back into the rhino. Due to the sheer size of the engine, added to that the prison cell, they were now quite squeezed in with 20 armed troopers...
Once the airlock disengaged, Isabelle tapped slowly on the shoulder of the pilot, three time in a quick succession.
Everyone of the soldiers suddenly helf tight to whatever they could find, an access ramp, a liquid hydrogen pipe... Isabelle herself strapped to her seat. No need to take chance.
The pilot nodded once.
And pushed on the thrusters.

This sound wasn't that of an engine, but that of a thundering projectile. Those at the back of the ship had to tighten their teeth as the infernal noises of the engine powered 4 hyper-boosters, one of the newest naval technologies developped by the LSF. The engine's normal twin blue tongues of fire, became a long trail of purple plasma... and so did the thrusters.
At that sight, Isabelle knew where this tech must have came from.
And they still dare playing with these after St-Mitchell...
But she had to cut short her reflection. They obviously took the fleet by surprise, as no one probably saw a ship this large with such incredible acceleration. And it wasn't even on cruise engine.
Despite the inertial compensators, everyone aboard could feel the immense pressure exerced on their body. Their mass was suddenly very nearly twice their own...
Isabelle could see the pilot was indeed struggling to maneouver.

"w...weapon... charge those cou... countermeasures."
She struggled to get her words out, air seeming harder by the seconds to breath in,
"nav... g.. get us... b...hind the... first... lign of d... defence."
The men merely nodded.

The ship rocketed past the barrier of Order crafts, made a bone crushing looping, made a barell roll and turned its tail back, heading toward Alaska jumpgate.
Now, what they needed...
Hell, what could they assemble in so little time to...
No, that was a really bad idea, she thought.

But she didn't had much choices.

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