Kusari Gold

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Captain, we have something coming into scanner range, Chuck reported, his voice grim. New contact, bearing one oh seven mark two nine zero. Contact is coming about

Identity? Fraser requested uneasily. There wasnt supposed to be any Bretonian traffic in the Kyushu system aside from the TZaht, which meant it could be an Kusari SAR mission after their missing Hatchet.

Second Kusari Destroyer, Chuck responded. Contact is CBDR on our position. His weapon ports appear to be open.

Bring us about, get us out of here Mister Wheeler, Fraser settled with a scowl into his chair. So much for a decent shower.

The holographic displays projected the ominous Tommahawk-like vessel that had entered the system. Identical to the one they were standing over, there was nothing friendly about the intruder, he was there to foul Frasers plans, and that made her instantly detestable.

Hes launching cruise disruptors, Chuck warned.

I see them, Fraser replied tightly. Probably to cover the Hatchet Can we go to cruise?

Negative, Hartley responded over at engineering. Theyre still charging we still have thrusters.

Thrusters, Fraser smiled. Sir Andrew Stuart would have found some way to turn them to his advantage something particularly nasty for a Destroyer. Fraser frowned trying to think like Stuart.

Hatchet fanning out into an attack formation, Chuck reported. Shes on full thrusters trying to catch up to us.

Fraser smiled as an idea began to form. Mister Hartley, have you ever played follow the leader?

This aint no Farkin time for one of your games, skipper, Hartley said tightly from where he glowered at the far end of the bridge.

No, but I am willing to bet our friend out there isnt going to fire on his own destroyer take us in close to the crippled one, and whatever you do Mister Wheeler, Fraser clapped a hand on the young boys shoulder. Keep that ship between us an the moving one.

Wheeler spun the wheel of the ship his hands gliding over controls as the TZaht spun, slamming down and curving around the crippled destroyer. The new Hatchet tried to manoeuvre to get a shot, sweeping around to catch the agile TZaht that had already slipped around to the other side of the crippled one.

Chuck Fraser ordered as the Computer broke in with its: Incoming Missile.

On it, Chuck said, opening fire with the primary cannons, batting the missile down that had tried to catch them unprepared.

Great, Hartley muttered sipping his coffee as he held onto a support rail at the end of the bridge so now hes going to chase us round and round the other ship until what the rest of the farking KNF show up?

We have time, Fraser replied, already trying to work out what his new plan would be.

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