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r3vange · (This post was last modified: 03-14-2011, 01:06 AM by r3vange.)

Archive: Tier-2

Tier-1 was successful; I just got my new briefing for Tier-2'¦Cobalt-59.
According to high command there is no easy way to retrieve it and we need a lot of it'¦the thing is it's
radioactive so we have to work quick exposures can be deadly. According to the intelligence our best bet is
Dounby Station in Orkney run by the IMG'¦Our temporary base of operations is on Kirkwall anyway so at
least we could do in no time so we don't have to worry about the radiation. The intelligence guys were nice
enough to give me some schematics of the base.
[Image: Dounby.jpg]

Looks like the Cobalt storage is located near the outer shell of the asteroid so if we can blast a hole the
decompression should vent all we need in space ready to be tractored in the transport. Looks like I'll have
to rely on that smuggler with the Heron to acquire what we need. I need to put together an attack plan'¦it's
going to be a long night'¦

***
*Samantha walks in the briefing room on the Hydra the 13th command ship*

[Image: Briefing.jpg]

[color=#FFFFFF]'Commanding officer on deck!' *The pilots straightened up*

'As you were. You probably know we got a mission from high command, we are to hit an
IMG base and steal us some Cobalt. We are hitting Dounby Station in Orkney. We have to do it fast as you
know Cobalt can be radioactive. Here's the plan:
Two of us will escort a CT-53 then we blast a whole in the asteroid and cover the transport while he loads
the Cobalt. Then we escort it back to base.
Apollo you will be flying as a wingman the rest of you will be flying CAP around the base in the highly
unlikely event they decide to counter attack and acquire their Cobalt back. Any questions?....Ok then wheels
up at 0600 hours. Let's do it people!"

***

'Ok Apollo we're in range, charge capacitors and fire that razor on my mark we're gonna
make ourselves a hole, Chariot be ready to tractor in the Cobalt'

'Understood'

'Yeah yeah you just keep my precious arse safe!'

'Weapons free'

*Several razor shots exploded on impact with the asteroid wall, what was fist a small quickly became a hole
nearly 5 meters in diameter after the explosive decompression, several canisters of Cobalt started drifting
in space away from the breach.*

'Chariot get it!'

'Roger that beginning collection'

*The Heron took a position near the breach and started tractoring in Cobalt from space as well as from the
exposed deck of the station. By that time the station gunners manned their positions and started shooting at
the fighters and the transport*

'Dammit guys keep those turrets busy, they'll mutilate me like a worm if you don't do something'

'Apollo let's rough 'em up a bit switch to particle weapons and fire at the turret domes'

Several minutes later the transport pods filled up with Cobalt

'Sam the pods are loaded like the bra of a hooker!'

'Quit the frakkin' metaphors and boot up your cruise engines, let's assume escort positions'

'Sam! Radar contact, 2 marks bearing 113, closing, moving fast!'

'Indentify them'

'They are still too far for visually'¦wait'¦waaait'¦getting LADAR readings'¦Nyxes!'

'Frakk that must be the base's CAP!'

'Umhh hate to rush you but I'm getting targeted'

'Apollo stay with the transport I will force them to break the lock'

*Samantha broke formation and headed to towards the enemy patrol. At about 20 kilometers away she
could make out the engine trails the two craft were flying side by side..*

Dammit! That will be hard to do head on I can't engage them both like that'¦

*When the fighters were 2 kilometers away, Samantha killed the engines and rotated the craft 180 degrees.
She was flying backwards and passed right between the 2 Nyxes then she hit the afterburner, the craft
changed it's heading in less than 2 seconds the high G-forces crushed her against the ejection seat but it
worked she was now behind the two fighters. Samantha waited for a few seconds so the weapon capacitors
could reach full capacity then fired a few bursts at one of the Nyxes, the fighter broke off, immediately she
fired the Razor at the second Nyx when the projectile reached the target the shields overloaded flashed and
went down, the second Nyx broke off as well.

'Good I've lost the weapons lock!'

'Double time it to the RV, I can't hold them forever'

*She started switching targets but she couldn't do much damage, the IMG pilots were obviously
experienced, while one was evading her fire the other was unleashing hell upon her fighter, The 3 fighters
danced several minutes*

'Sam we are at the RV, I'm coming back to help you, try to pull them toward me heading 226*

'Yeah that might give me better chances'

*Sam broke off her attacks and headed to the coordinates of Apollo, she managed to put almost 2
kilometers between her fighter and the pursuers but then a razor blast hit the Sabre at the starboard wing
severing a fuel line and destroying one of the supercoolers, long trail of flames originated from the ripped
metal. The damage was far too extensive for the Nano machines.

'Damn I'm hit I've lost all starboard RCS thrusters, I think the Supercooler is gone as well
reactor temp going up fuel pressure is dropping'¦'

'This bird is gone! Bail out!'

'I've still got the port RCS thrusters I think I can make it back to Kirkwall, I'll shut down
the secondary engine to reduce the strain of the react *loud explosion*'¦forget that the reaction chemical
tanks are rupturing from the heat! I'm out of here!'

Frakk not this again'¦

*Samantha pulled the ejection leaver and the capsule engulfed her*

[Image: samanthaejection.gif]

'Are you ok boss?'

'Yeah I'm fine, clean separation'

'Hang in there'

//Cryogenic systems initiating in 5'¦4'¦3'¦// I frakkin hate that part'¦//'¦2'¦1...Deep freeze in progress//

***

*Several hours later Samantha wakes up in the sickbay of the Hydra*

'Hey there boss are you ok?'

'Yeah I'm absolutely fine thanks'¦.OF COURSE I AM NOT OK! Damn everything hurts'

'Your muscles are reacting to the cryogenic shock it will fade in a few minutes'

'What happened?'

'Well we were on a mission to recover'¦'

'I ejected, Apollo, ejection not brain surgery'¦I remember what happened before I ejected'

'Right sorry'¦ by the time I got there the 13th flying CAP who apparently received the beacon from your fighters were also there so we made a short work of the Nyxes. We recovered you and now you're here'

'The transport?'

'It should be unloading on San Remo as we speak'

'*sigh* Ok, good job there'¦get some R&R'

'You are the one who needs it Sam!'

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