The Asgard

[darthbeck]

[font=System]Omicron delta, 810 A.S.

The third largest fleet humanity had put together in eight hundred years, Dwarfed only by the fleets that Rheinland had wasted in the gas pockets of the sigmas, And the massive fleets that Rheinland had forged, and sent to kusari under the control of the infested goverment.


Insufficient.

"Sir, getting readings of intense energy forming on the alien supership. i've notifed fleet comm, but that cant be right... More energy then Manhatten produces yearly... focused in a few square meters......" The young man at the console trails off. "Not... possible..."

"Get a hold of yourself boy!" Blasted from the speakers set into the paneling all over the bridge, knocking the crewmen out of his daze. "Sorry sir." he yells over the rumble of the ships engines, struggling to supply the ship with enough energy to survive in the chaos that surrounded the ship.

"Thats better." Kress says into his handheld comm unit. Light from the hologram displayed in the bridge gives his eyes a blue tinge, turning them into a sharp brown in the shadows that danced across his face.


An explosion blows apart an alien fighter, sending chunks of flesh in all directions.
"Target down!" One of the gunners exclaims as his shell hits home. "Switching to next target." he adds as the lights on his targeting HuD change from an eye watering red, to a dull green. He lines his sights up with the small alien craft spitting blazing green-blue bolts of energy at one of the Core's fighter craft.

He taps the firing section of his HuD, which the computer translates into a signal for the ships cannons.
Two shells explode in a violent burst of light, ripping through the alien craft like a chainsaw through butter. A half second later, two plumes of flame erupt from the port side of the Asgard, causing it to jerk.


Kress watched in silence as the torpedos slowly closed on the massive supership. A huge slab of the ship, far larger then the Asgard, was slowly blasted away by the combined fire of the fleet, just in time for the torpedos to streak through. "Too close..." he mutters to himself as one of the torpedos is struck by a peice of the slab. "NO!" he bellows as the torpedo spins, and then explodes, blowing away several human ships that were too close.

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