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Offline arvg
02-11-2010, 08:05 AM,
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Cannons to the left of them, Cannon to the right of them, cannon to the fore of them. Volley and thunder!

The Alarm Klaxxon screamed as the TZaht streaked in low across the hull of the the lead Kusari Destroyer, her primary cannons carving up its shields, and its missiles gouging great holes into its hull. Moving under full impulse power creating the distraction for the rescue attempt. The small Kusari scouts trying to chase its reckless course along the destroyers hull.

The Hatchet rose up infront of the TZahts course, loosing a devastating volley of Missiles and disruptor fire. The TZaht rolled under the volley, its shields barely scraping along the tight corridor of weapons fire. Pulling downwards at the last moment as the Chimeras ran headlong into the full spread of missiles fired from thier own side.

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The bridge of the TZaht was a scene straight out of hell. Bathed in the nightmarish red of the emergency lights, and the flickering orange of a fire burning on the gutted science console. Smoke filled the air, and the smell of ozone permeated the bridge. The back console exploded, shattering the large engineering display of the TZahts systems, large splinters of panelling decimating the crew-members standing before it.

Ducking the blast, Captain Fraser sat upright again, a string of orders flowing from his mouth. Watching his crew moving through the rituals of thier actions. Trying to keep the ship together through the suicide time buying maneouvers.

Chuck leaned over Tactical, desperately wrestling with the target locks, keeping them trained on the massive Kusari vessel surging like disturbed behamouth with a mouse darting around its wounded partner... or a tiger. "There goes another one Captain. But I cant guarantee these systems much longer."

His hand slapped down on the comm panel. "Hartley if we loose the tactical systems were all dead! Keep power diverted to those systems." A beep on the console beside him, drew his attention as Fraser noted a new target on his scopes. The Kusari planet, Aso. "Mister Wheeler...." Fraser was cut off by an explosion at the helm as the young helmsman was flung like a ragdoll from his console.

Fraser started to rise from his command chair, as another crewman darted across the bridge and took the helm, casting a quick glance back towards Captain Jack. Awaiting his orders.

"Dive us in towards first Hatchett again, keep us hugging its hull... itll save us from the others weapons fire, they wont risk firing on thier sister ship." Fraser reseated himself. Tapping another console key . "Medical emergency on the bridge. Doctor Marvin, Nurse TaRhya if you can spare any one it will be appreciated."

Chucks tense voice rose over the din of the klaxxons. "Sheilds down to 45% and falling. We wont hold up to much more sustained weapons fire."

Fraser cast the First Officer a glare. "Thank you Chuck, just concentrate on the weapons scopes and leave the job of getting us through this mess to me."

Another spread of missiles carved their way into TZahts hull, tearing through the already weakend shileds and vaporizing hull panels. TZaht shook violently from the blast, and throughout the ship, bulkheads buckled and strained from the impact.

Computer: "Hull breach deck 2, 3 and 4"

"Close those shields Chuck!" Frasers voice bellowed over the din.

The TZaht, trailing a stream of plazma, dove in under the bow of the crippled destroyer, and shot across its hull, its weapon systems hammering the active destroyers hull with concentrated blasts of fire. More Kusari Chimeras falling in to pursue her mercilessly. Behind, in the TZahts wake, 6 other fighters floated uselessly, out for the count.


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Kusari Gold - by arvg - 02-04-2010, 06:47 AM
Kusari Gold - by arvg - 02-05-2010, 11:47 AM
Kusari Gold - by arvg - 02-06-2010, 02:36 AM
Kusari Gold - by arvg - 02-07-2010, 03:16 PM
Kusari Gold - by arvg - 02-11-2010, 08:05 AM
Kusari Gold - by arvg - 02-22-2010, 11:04 AM
Kusari Gold - by arvg - 02-23-2010, 01:00 AM
Kusari Gold - by arvg - 02-23-2010, 01:40 AM
Kusari Gold - by arvg - 02-23-2010, 01:47 AM
Kusari Gold - by arvg - 02-23-2010, 02:07 AM
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