Revolutionary

[Blodo]

Omega-7
22th December, 810 AS

- "Colonel! There are too many of them -"
The transmission was cut short as it's sources Wrath suffered a direct hit to the engine and spun out of control straight into an asteroid. The Corsairs were slowly overpowering the military backup, and six out of the ten Kruger escorts were already destroyed. The military gunboat was circling around the fight, hopelessly trying to target any of the pirates with it's guns.
- "I'm hit! This is hopeless, we have to pull out, Colonel!"
Brueker continued to blast a Corsair Titan with no response. After a few seconds of silence, and another Wrath hit by a pirate missile, consuming one of the Kruger security fighters in the blast, he finally gave the order.
- "This is Brueker to all units: engage protocol C!"
Radio silence maintained from the other pilots, they silently began to pull out one by one, but not before leaving a trail of mines. None of the Corsairs bothered about following, they were too busy with the trains. It wasn't too hard to notice for Meisnerr, he easily noticed he was more and more outnumbered by each passing second.
- "What the hell? I thought you were sent here to help us!" - His voice sounded in all the Rheinland Military pilots' headsets. Each of them continued to silently follow orders.
- "Answer me, dammit!"
It occured to Meisnerr what was happening, when he noticed a Corsair Titan in front of him suddenly lighting up in a ball of fire before exploding.
- "Jesus christ... they are going to blow us all to hell.. Pull back, transports! I repeat, all transports pull back!"

The military ships, now a good 3k away from the battle and formed up in a nice line. Brueker at the head of them, he gave the final order.
- "Begin first pass."
The Rheinland ships engaged their thrusters, and began closing in formation with the battle once again. At this point Meisnerr knew something was wrong. The Corsair' transmissions were frantic, at moments hysteric even. They seemed no longer concerned with blowing up his ship, but more about engaging their cruise engines and retreating. He shouted into the comms at the top of his lungs:
- "I said PULL BACK!"

The sound of several torpedo and missile launches echoed across the particles of the nebula. It almost seemed like everything went quiet for the second it took for the torpedoes to reach the furball with the transports at it's centre. And then... there was only heat.