First Impressions
C-BB-DU-409 checked and rechecked his auspex returns, standing vigilant for signs of ambush. So far the tight formation had prevented harassment, though a few formations had made feints, but nothing had committed. He had no thoughts to spare for how exactly the enemy had matched the maximum forces needed to reinforce the world, nor unease about the mysterious change in the hostile ships target profiles, or even the attention to spare for his creche sister C-BB-DS-469 giggling about their formations tightness. Then they passed the point of no return, where no harassment was possible, freeing up dedicated resources for "general use" and C-BB-DU-409 felt emotions seep back into his mind.
C-BB-DU-409 did not like the look of the enemy fleet. They were outnumbered massively, but the technology they bore was beyond any he had seen, their flagship especially seemed like something out of the holy age of technology.
"Mmm, look at that big boy, think we can
take it? " came a sultry voice over the vox.
With a whir his Automata Blotter came to life striping the strange empathize of context.
"Unsure, C-BB-DS-469, comparing to archonship files the flagship likely possess armor on par with a battle barge at least. We may need to resort to boarding once it is stripped of support."
"Oh, you do know how to get me
going i'm looking forward to getting my
marines inside of it."
"You enthusiasm for boarding actions is noted, but i'm concerned we may not have the numbers to take the ship and one of the cities, and i'm worried about the damage we may take running it down."
The exasperated sigh he received in return had far more emotion on it than the bandwidth should allow "well your as boring as ever, you'd think you would be more fun after you got your D"
" I fail to see how attaining ascension would do more than make me more efficient. At my assigned tasks."
"oh, you stodgy thing, I remember getting
my D. Remember
allusion to the aftermath of the conquest of Nutera III it was quite the experience."
"C-BB-DS-469, check your memory banks. Your vessel was blessed immediately prior to that battle, not during the cleanup"
There was a notable pause, clearly his sister ship was checking their memory for defects "OHHHH-ho-ho-ho!, you sweet summer child, i'll send you the picts but to get back to the matter at hand, what do you make of those
large bulges on their vessels?"
"Unknown, I've been running analysis of them since we got in system, there positing seems to suggest needing to be obstruction free on both ends. Your take?"
"Hmm, good catch there. Anything involving both ends can be tricky, maybe maneuvering thrusts? Something to let them slip in and then
disengage safely "
C-BB-DU-409 signaled ascent "that would fit their historic tactics, enabling quick disgorgement during harassment. Though I doubt that we would be so fortunate to counter their most recent advantage."
"Well, you know what they say, don't look a gift nun in the
mouth sometimes we do just get lucky."
"Possibly, much of the intl in this operation has been strange, from both sides"
"Oh yes, looking at the forces the pulled they seemed to know exactly what we would
consider to large a force to engage"
"I wish command would share the source of the strange intl with us, but ours is not to question."
"True, still i'd always like to know the arrangement of
factors sounding our duty"
" well, we'll be seeing what they are soon enough, hopefully nothing to dangerous."
"Of if they are they
expend it all over the escorts"
"Wait, something is wrong, look at the enemies maneuvering"
The playfulness vanished like base iron before a lance, "that formation… no. it can't be."
C-BB-DU-409 had no time for his sisters denial, he'd already opened a high priority line to the coordinator.
"Enemy formation matches firing line formation observed in incident T0-Reguls-Paterna! High probability of high intensity ranged bombardment! Advise immediate advancements of escort flotillas "
"...negative C-BB-DU-409. No energy signatures are detected, do not be bluffed out of formation."
"Forwarding data on aspx anomalies, high probability they are offensive in nature."
"Your theory has been considered and discarded C-BB-DU-409, an expert was consulted. Cease communication."
C-BB-DU-409 paused, he trusted command, but that formation was too familiar, he would risk it rather than his squadron, like he'd been made to do.
"Final communication, emergency protocol. requesting expert verification."
"You are aware of the cost of insolence C-BB-DU-409"
"Acknowledged."
A new voice came on the line, one that possessed the iconic wetness of the plague gods followers.
"
I did not come here from blightforge to be gainsaid by a jumped up menial! I have seen similar devices before, I pledge on my love of grandfather nurgle that they are a form of ECM. do not trust your asupexes once they energize. NOW DO NOT QUESTION ME AGAIN!"
The line slammed shut with a burst of painful static.
"Man, that guys a bigger D then I could hope to get." C-BB-DU-409 noted his Automata Blotter had crashed
He began to respond, then the universe exploded.
Damage alerts reported his hull was boiling as his reactor froze, sensor returns instead that the distant world was now mere miles away, the size of a pea and the mass of a star, his coms blared That his squadarion was a million ships spread out over a thousand light years. He frantically rebooted his cognators , banishing and banishing and re-summoning his conditions demons, power cycling any system he could reach, then suddenly sanity returned
He was out of formation, his vox casters jammed, his auspex cold, he was down to the eyes of his demonic hull, entire seconds had passed!
"This O-F-895 to command! Please respond!"
"This is titan control, infernus dominus is on a rampage!"
"This Is C-BB-DT-200 to all ships, Resume formation!"
The comms where anarchy, frequency jumping randomly. ECM? Some kind of long range scrap code? Treachery? Didn't matter, something for coordinator to deal with. at the velocity they were going even a few moments of drifting they had already greatly disrupted their formation, it would take hours to resume ideal coverage! Some of his squadron where still drifting! Frantically C-BB-DU-409 poured everything he had into restoring communications, he could guide them in if he had to, he had the…
"I repeat! Inbound ordinance! Please acknowledge!"
What? With a mental twist resources were diverted from coms to his Auspex arrays, viciously crash booting them as the demons manning them howled in indignation but where prodded into compliance with the promise of a thousand slaves. C-BB-DU-409 saw, and for the first time in a long time, felt fear.
Warning! Dreadnought torpedo volley detected En route, 12 torpedos tracked!
Warning! Dreadnought torpedo volley detected En route, 24 torpedos tracked!
Warning! Dreadnought torpedo volley detected En route, 36 torpedos tracked!
Warning! Dreadnought torpedo volley detected En route, 12 torpedos tracked!
Warning! Battleship torpedo volley detected En route, 12 torpedos tracked!
Warning! Dreadnought torpedo volley detected En route, 48 torpedos tracked!
Warning! Battleship torpedo volley detected En route, 24 torpedos tracked!
Warning! Battleship torpedo volley detected En route, 48 torpedos tracked!
Warning! Dreadnought torpedo volley detected En route, 60 torpedos tracked!
Warning! Battleship torpedo volley detected En route, 60 torpedos tracked!
Warning! Dreadnought torpedo volley detected En route, 72 torpedos tracked!
Warning! Dreadnought torpedo volley detected En route, 84 torpedos tracked!
Warning! Battleship torpedo volley detected En route, 72 torpedos tracked!
With a thought he switched the ordinance trackers to a simple counters, desperately reaching out to the rest of his squadron.
By the time he raised any of them, both counters where well past 3 figures.
@Durin I made a silly little thing . If my blind guessing got close enough to cannon to get messaged in let me know and i'll do said messaging.