LNS Indomitable
Uncharted Star System
Red Minus Thirty Days
"There they are, sir, slap bang on top of that construct. Looks like they're taking on supplies."
"So I see, Mr Papadoulis. Have they seen us?"
"Doesn't look like it. We're pretty far out; if we didn't have drones already in-system, we wouldn't be able to see
them, so I don't think they can see us either. Not with the range they've demonstrated so far."
"Not unless they have drones of their own out – or whatever they use as equivalents," Captain David Canavan mused.
Rear Admiral Justita Hernandez nodded at her chief of staff.
"That's something to consider. We treat this just the same as trying to infiltrate an Arar held system; I don't want any sloppiness; if they detect us before we're close enough to strike, they'll scarper again."
The subject of their discussion was centred in the main holosphere of the carrier's CIC; fifteen drow vessels, a small fleet of raiders that Hernandez's Force H had been playing tag with for almost two weeks since arriving from the League. All of the raiders had been spotted, at one point or another, inside Arbhen space, usually by merchants lucky enough to escape an attack or, occasionally, the warships sent to protect those merchants. Sometimes they struck individually, and sometimes they attacked in greater force; at least two ships weren't present in the gathering in the display;
seventeen ships had attacked one particularly well defended convoy.
All of the drow ships were smaller than the smallest of Hernandez's units, but they were faster and more numerous. Her eyes glanced over the light codes of Force H;
Indomitable herself, the flagship and main striking power of the flotilla. The
Irresistible class carrier held eighty fighters in her hangars, a fighter wing powerful enough to smash an Arar battlescruiser under ideal conditions – not that those had occurred very often – and more than enough to reap a bloody harvest amongst the tiny ships in front of her. A pair of heavy cruisers,
Chile and
Angola floated off her flanks; normally, that duty would have gone to a pair of battlecruisers, just as
Indomitable herself would have been replaced by a
Glorious class ship for a mission like this. None of the
Glorious class had survived Arcadia, however, and the last three
Defiant class battlecruisers had died in the final Battle of Sol before the nexus event, so Force H had had to make do with smaller replacements. The task group had a screen of four light cruisers and destroyers – there should have been eight, but one had been damaged so badly it had been forced to return to the League for repairs, and the other three hadn't responded to the order to concentrate for the strike currently underway.
Hernandez didn't know what had happened to them, but given that they lacked FTL comms and were widely scattered about her area of operation, it didn't seem too unlikely that, forced to communicate by message drone, they simply hadn't had
time to reach the rendezvous point before the deadline, or to send a drone acknowledging receipt of the orders.
"They could've given us more ships for this. We've been playing cat an mouse with these bastards since we arrived, and they
do still outnumber us. If they can get in close..."
"Unfortunately, David, Admiral Khan needs to keep a fleet with the main body of the Crusade. That sort of limits the forces spare for this sort of work, especially given our low inventory of carriers."
"We turned up with half of Second Fleet."
"Yes, and this isn't the only area of operation or group of raiders that needs to be chased. Unfortunately, we get what we're given, and in this case, we haven't been give a lot. If they really haven't seen us, though, it shouldn't matter. Go ahead and prep the first strike. I want a fifty percent reserve just in case. We shouldn't need more than forty Tigersharks for fifteen frigates."
* * *
"They're right were they should be, Your Excellency. It doesn't look like they've seen us or the relay foci."
"As I thought," General Kornikos snorted. "No matter how fine their mundane craftsmanship, these fools lack of magic cripples them."
Kornikos stood on the bridge of the Crimson Kila
Legacy of Red Sacrifice, watching the tiny images of the enemy ships in the scrying array crawl closer to the decoys. It was hard to tell at this distance, but the force appeared to be based around one of the enemy fighter-carrying warships. Nobody had any real informtion on the extent of their capabilities, but everything indicated that they performed best at long range, where their enemy would never get a chance to fight back. It was exactly the wrong sort of ship to bring to the battle that was about to play out."
"They have two of those cruisers as well, My Lord"
"Thank you Andronikos, but I have eyes in my head."
"Of course, General. It's my duty to bring these things to your attention, though. We have some information on those ships; they are formidable in ship to ship combat, whatever their deficiencies in terms of magical equipment. We think they carry sizeable contingents of soldiers as well as sailors also, better soldiers than our own without magical support."
"I read the intelligence briefs, Captain. More to the point, they have two of them; we have four such ships, and we
do have magical support for our boarders. Support that they won't be able to counter, I remind you. Their escorts are more of an issue; they're outnumbered, but all larger than our 'loyal' subjects' ships."
"I don't think they're large enough to take two to one odds, My Lord."
"Let us hope not, Captain, for all our sakes. Are your mage cadres prepared?"
"Yes, My Lord. We will make transition upon your command, and the fleet will follow."
"Your Excellency, the enemy are launching fighters!" One of the slave-operators chained in the operations pit announced.
"Their target?"
"The decoys, My Lord. There are forty of them. They will be eight thousand leagues from their base ship in seventeen minutes."
"Very well. Captain? When the enemy fighters reach eight thousand leagues distance, initiate the ritual."
* * *
"New contacts! Twenty ships at bearing zero-zero-three, zero-zero-one at fifteen thousand klicks. Warbook says sixteen Drow frigates and four Crimson cruisers ma'am!"
"Task Group orders!" Hernandez snapped. "Reverse course one-eight-zero, maximum drive!"
"One-eight-zero, maximum drive aye!"
"David, get the first strike turned around; their targets are decoys, they have to be. Priority is the enemy heavy cruisers. Launch the reserve birds, same targets. Specific assignments are at Commander Isoroku's discretion."
"That won't leave anything for a CAP, ma'am."
"The Crimson don't use fighters; we won't
need a CAP, but their escorts aren't going to want to tangle with
Chile and
Angola if we can knock out their heavies, especially not if we can still support them."
"I see the logic, ma'am, but they
did summon those, ah, demons when they launched their first ambush."
"If they were going to do that, they could have dropped them right on top of us before we launched anything. Hell, I don't know why they didn't drop
these people on top of us, before we launched or right now."
On the plot, the scarlet light chips representing the enemy force were almost dead ahead of the League ships.
Indomitable's fighter strike had already passed them en route to the 'ships' at the resupply base, and the Crimson ships were chasing them down at the maximum acceleration they seemed to be capable of. Force H was following in their wake, steadily closing the distance between the two forces... until, abruptly, the entire formation simply reversed direction and began retracing their steps, returning to the maximum speed possible from an inertialess drive with barely thirty seconds of interruption, but on a bearing 180 degrees from their previous heading.
The Crimson ships maintained their heading for nearly two minutes, then flipped end over end and began powering after the League ships.
Canavan barked out a laugh.
"Care to let us in on the joke, Captain?"
"I think they screwed up, sir. They were treating us like we had
reaction drives. If we'd had to execute a turnover like they just did, from the velocity we were travelling at, we'd have sailed right through their formation. I guess that was why they were headed away from us; so they could prolong the engagement time. That explains why they waited – they wanted to let us build up velocity so we couldn't avoid them – and why they jumped where they did. They thought that we'd be going too fast for them to catch, so appearing
in front of us gives them more time to hammer us than appearing in amongst us. It would have been the perfect ambush. These people haven't adapted their tactics to inertialess drives yet."
"Unfortunately, they have the acceleration to catch us before we get far enough out in the system that the star's gravity well won't fry our stutterwarp when we engage it."
"There
is that. Still, now they're in a stern chase, we have a chance to hammer them before they reach us. We should probably take it."
"On that, David, I agree completely."
* * *
"All right, we don't have enemy fighters to worry about, but these fuckers have point defence, so its not going to be a turkey shoot," Lieutenant Ramirez's voice hissed over Flight Officer Erika Pedersen's helmet. "Keep it tight, get to your firing points then bug out. Fifteen klicks minimum clearance from the target at all times on the way out."
The forty fighters were spread out over nearly five thousand square kilometres, hurtling towards the Crimson fleet at nearly three times the magical ships' current velocity. Pedersen could see the flare of their torch drives – or whatever it was they were using – on her visual display already.#
"Launch point in five."
The Tigershark fighters were stuffed with anti-ship ordnance, to the exclusion of all else. Beyond their single integral forward energy cannon and the rear mounted point defence cluster, none of them carried any weapons that could effectively be used against other fighters. Fortunately for Pedersen's peace of mind, there wouldn't be any enemy fighters to contend with. Against capital ships, the four antimatter-tipped missiles were devastatingly effective. Against targets as relatively small and fragile as the Crimson task group in front of the League fighters, they would be overkill.
"Lead, Five. I'm getting flashes from the targets. Is that their point defence?"
"Assume so, Five. Initiate..."
The order was cut off with a scream of static. Pedersen saw a flash of light on her left as
something hit Ramirez's Tigershark. Cursing, she threw her fighter into a mad, erratic spiral that would have reduced her to paste had it been done with anything other than the false-motion of an inertialess drive.
"Holy shit, what is this!?"
"Keep going!" she snarled. "Three minutes to launch!"
A flash of pale light whizzed past her fighter, too fast to make out any details. A check of her rear display, however, showed that, whatever it was, it had reversed direction and was hurtling back towards her. There was a vague impression of a face and clawed limbs, before her point defence blasted it apart.
"Thirty seconds!"
The corkscrewing fighters snapped back into firing position for a brief moment as they followed their computer generated evasion patterns, and their missiles shrieked from their launch bays. Drives glowing like tiny stars, the missiles hurtled towards their targets; the four castle-shaped cruisers at the centre of the Crimson task group. They bounced and weaved madly, in unpredictable patterns randomly generated inside their electronic brains. Only twenty five fighters had survived to launch their payload, and their one hundred missiles briefly created a new star field between the two forces.
Then the missiles began dying. It took only eighty two seconds for the ordnance to cross the distance between the fighters and the Crimson, but only forty of them survived to reach terminal attack range. Of those, eleven lost lock, befuddled by technomagical countermeasures completely outside the parameters they had been designed for. Two of those failed to reacquire targets and self destructed, while the other nine sped for the smaller Drow frigates. All but three were blotted from the sky by close-in defences, but all three reduced a frigate to glowing plasma as missiles designed to batter down the shields and smash the armour of Arar capital ships vented their fury on targets that might as well have been constructed of paper.
Of the twenty nine missiles that maintained their lock, sixteen survived the final defensive envelope around the Crimson ships. Two of them veered off after a frigate that sped between them and their target, confusing their seeker heads, and another four smashed into a second frigate that placed itself in front of their target. One of the cruisers, protected by the sacrifice of its smaller companion,escaped unscathed. The other three lurched violently as the antimatter warheads tore at their shields. One, targeted by only a single surviving missile, escaped with nothing more than scorched paint and unconscious mage cadres, and a second, hit by only two, emerged from the fireball trailing atmosphere and wreckage, but still clearly under control.
The final cruiser vanished as nine missiles crashed into its shields, their detonations merging together into a short lived minature star that left no wreckage behind. By the time the Crimson fleet could retask their anti-missile elementals, the League fighters were out of range and fleeing back towards their carrier.
* * *
"That's going to be our last strike, ma'am. We've only got fifteen operational fighters left, and they can't saturate the enemy point defence."
"How long until they catch us?"
"Call it thirty minutes, based on their maximum observed range."
On the plot, the remnants of the third and final fighter strike fell back. All three Crimson cruisers survived, although all three were streaming atmosphere from dozens of hull breaches. Six more frigates had died or been incapacitated, but the main striking force of the ambush was still intact.
"Fine.
Chile,
Angola and [/i]Indomitable[/i] can't outrun them, and we've just lost our ability to destroy them from beyond their range. We're close enough to the warp limit that if we can delay them, our screen can get away, though; I'd back them against their light units without their heavies, if we can tie up some of those frigates as well. Get on the horn;
Indomitable,
Chile and
Angola are going to reverse course as soon as we've recovered and rearmed fighters. Keep us in close behind the cruisers; we'll kick our fighters out into their teeth once we get close."
"I'll start transferring non-essential crew to the screen as well, ma'am."
"Yes, as much as we can. We're on a time limit, but I've no intention of killing people who don't have to die. Given what we know about the Crimson, though, I'd rather kill them than let them be taken captive."
"You and me both, ma'am."
* * *
"The enemy disposition has changed, My Lord. They're splitting their forces."
"What?" Kornikos frowned. "Show me."
"At once, My Lord," the mage waved a hand, creating a shimmering silvery disk in the air before the two men. "It appears that their fighter carrier and their two cruisers are turning back towards us."
"Their screen?"
"Continuing to head out-system, My Lord."
"They're going to suicide," Kornikos stated immediately. "There's no other explanation. If they escape be because of that fool Andronikos' incompetence, his family will suffer the same fate as
him. Come, we need to return to the bridge,
now. Alert your fellows that we will need the boarding spells soon."
* * *
The first shots of the battle fired by a warship against another warship came from the
Angola. A blue white column of light spat from her single energy cannon turret, connecting her briefly with one of the crimson cruisers. Seconds later,
Chile followed suit. Their targets' shields flashed brightly but held. The two League ships fired again, and a third time, without piercing the Crimson's protective barrier, before a torrent of smaller lights spewed from the floating castles and charged towards the League heavy cruisers. Both ships shook violently as the pinpricks of light hammered at their shields.
"If it doesn't get much worse than this, then we don't have anything to worry about," Canavan muttered.
"They're bound to get more effective as we get closer."
"Ah, ma'am? Captain Ishimura reports that we have boarders. They must have used magic to get aboard."
"Where?"
"Hangar 3, ma'am. We don't have any fighters in there, but they could reach the ready ordnance from there. The situation is under control."
"Very well. The captain can contin-urk!"
Hernandez choked as something was shoved into her from behind. She gaped and tried to speak for a moment, before recognising the tip of a sword emerging from the centre of her chest. The rest of the CIC personnel stared dumbly at the black skinned apparition that had abruptly appeared behind their admiral. The quicker ones scrabbled for sidearms, but more drow snapped into existence and slaughtered them before they could bring their weapons to bear. Canavan hammered the all speakers intercom button at his station.
"Boarders in CIC! Boarders in-"
"Naughty boy. You weren't supposed to tell anybody we were here," his murderer looked up from where his corpse was pinned to his seat by her sword. "Move fast. If they realise how many of us there are, they might try to scuttle the ship."
* * *
"Major Li has troops outside engineering, CIC and the bridge, sir, and we've got all our weapons under central command. Most of the ship is under hostile control, but we've locked out everything except from here and engineering, except for navigation from the bridge. They've physically disabled most of our weapons, though."
"Damn," Joseph Sampson,
Angola's captain, pressed the dressing closer to the wound on the end of his right arm that had once been a hand. "Status of the flag?"
"So far as we can tell, sir, she's under hostile control. The bridge is still secure, but they hold her engineering spaces. Captain Ishimura intends to scuttle."
"
Chile is still intact?"
"Aye sir, they've got the infiltrators contained."
"Very well. I want a collision course for Beta when or if that happens. If they want my ship so damn badly, they can
have it!"
* * *
League reinforcements reach the Crusade... then some of them get blown up!
Losses:
1x Size 8 carrier (D
50% damage to one Size 7 flotilla.
1x Size 5.
Nine Star League Fleet Deployments
End of Year One
The Crusade
12x Size 10 battleships.
5x Size 8 carriers.
3x Size 7 flotillas + 1x 50% damaged Size 7.
7x Size 6 flotillas.
10x Size 5 flotillas.
Central Expedition
2x Size 7 flotillas.
1st Fleet (CON Space)
2x Size 40 superheavy battleships.
16x Size 10 battleships.
4x Size 8 carriers.
7x Size 7 flotillas
10x Size 6 flotillas
16x Size 5 flotillas
2nd Fleet (League Space)
9x Size 10 battleships.
3x Size 8 carriers.
5x Size 7 flotillas.
8x Size 6 flotillas.
9 x Size 5 flotillas.
Local Defences
12x Planetary bases.