Capture

[Xing]

"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."

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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...

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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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!"

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