Forsaken

[Misha_Gottlich]

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[GREEN]... Receiving multiple Core| channel transmissions... On-Display: ...

"This is Centurion Crow, in command of the Ambriamus. We're the Battlecruiser currently trailing our suspect. We'll get you your distraction, don't keep us waiting. You're fire support will be needed."

[GREEN]: Additional transmission incoming... On-Display:

"This is Centurion Dwanian on the Voidmourn, we are ready and standing by. I have assembled and will lead a boarding group of five. Our goal is to reach the Overlord vessel in due haste and board it to locate the Guildmaster. Once we have your orders, we will begin the boarding process, the Voidmourn will provide cover. Once we set foot inside it will break off and assist in battle fully. If this is acceptable. We await your orders".

Transmission: Clear... ... Comms: Clear... ... Chanel: Closed...

Taden sat rigid in the cockpit of his 'Blacktip', poised for action. He knew that with such limited snub fighter support his role as interceptor and fire support would be crucial. keying up the ships power management system, he shifted a small amount of output from propulsion to the shield generators. He wanted to be able to draw as much fire as possible safely. If he could pull enough attention from the capital ships in the battle group they could make short work of the smaller, distracted fighters. Although some of the pilots he would be facing were humans just following orders, he couldn't allow himself any sympathy. They were following the orders of an Infected and were as compromised as the mush in their captains skull.

Taden was both excited and a tiny bit anxious. Ship-to-ship combat was becoming second nature to him since joining the Core| but he hadn't been in real close-quarters combat since his cybernetic transformation. Flashes of phantom pains from age old wounds, some on limbs he no longer possessed, pulled at Taden's psyche. He knew it was a fight onboard a ship just like the one he would be boarding that turned him into the metal monstrosity that he had to exist as to this day. It was aboard a Liberty Dreadnought fighting against the Infected where Taden Harrs lost most of his mind and body. What was left truly is The Dark Harrs.

Taden shook the ghosts of the past from his mind. He sharpened his senses and griped the controls of his snub bomber. In mere moments he would be punching lasers through enemy ships and tearing holes in hulls. He couldn't wait to have an Infected in his grasp... Is new, augmented, cybernetic grasp! They would pay for taking his life from him. He would never get his fill of hunting down the Infected scum of the universe!

"Guardian Taden Harrs on point. I'll lead the snub fighters into combat. We will attempt to draw fire so the battleships can concentrate their efforts. Once the bulk of the enemy fighters have been disabled, I will make my docking run at the Overloard to join Centurion Dwanian to assist in boarding and rescue operations...
Harrs: Out

All that was left to do now was wait. The battle would soon be underway and Taden would feel comfortable with his mind occupied with beaming lasers and ripping hulls. The chaos of combat was always where The Dark Harrs felt most alive and aware. He belonged in the heat of battle, and it was close enough just feel the flames. A raging inferno was coming, and Taden Harrs meant to soak it up like a sponge. The time had come... Battle was soon to be upon them!

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... The Battle is very neigh at Hand...

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