There's a level of silence as you think "are you sure the garrison can handle this?" four days with the enemy fleet before support arrives…
The Space Marshall, a woman by the name of Norma Stelks looks steadfast at the screen "while our fleets do not have the same reputation of valour as the Navy, I can assure you each man and woman knows what they're doing, they can hold."
A moment's breathe, and you make your decision "we'll go with plan Gamma. Mobilize the 1
st and 3
rd fleets. I don't want
any of the bastards leaving the system. Understood?" a series of loud affirmations and salutes. Before names wink of the channel, leaving just you and your own thoughts.
You doubt their chances, the most experienced of Navy captains would balk at those odds. Even with the possibility of reinforcements it'll be four days of hell.
There's no point in guessing the best or worst, dreading catastrophe or cheering inevitable victory. You'll do all you can to make sure the men and women in the Corvus system get out alive. And celebrate or mourn when the dust has settled.
…..
Halt trade
Hire Mercenaries
Throughout the bars and markets of Jangala loud swearing can be heard, merchants complain incessantly to beleaguered government officials as civilian traffic is halted both in system and to the hyperspace gates, profits disintegrate as deals are broken by circumstance. News channels discuss the events as they unfold, with a few of the more controversial reporters suggesting that the pirate attack might even be a fabrication by a hostile nation to damage the Hegemony's economy, but for now the census remains caution instead of rampant conspiracy.
Meanwhile, the mercenary ship
Chimera and its two escorts break orbit, joining the Security fleets desperate attempts at preparation.
…..
S
couting roll: 81+ 10 (supporting ship)= 91. Success
There's always something unnerving about hyperspace, the eternal void of swirling purple and abyssal black as far as the eye can see. The idea of going into some of the deep hyperspace clouds and just not coming back out.
Doesn't help that they were looking for a bunch of mass murdering looters. Captain Torres thought to himself. Peering into the abyss, with every minute the enemy Armada came closer, occasionally stray thoughts would enter his mind, thoughts of his puny frigate torn apart by an Atlas II's guns, crew motionless out in the void. That any second the enemy fleet could be barging towards the-
"Are you all right sir?"
Torres swirls back in a flurry of motion "SON OF A-" it's just Anderson, the old Engineer holding two cups of steaming liquid in his hands. Torres quickly pats down his uniform trying his best to ignore the minor panic attack he just had right in front of the most veteran soldier on the entire ship "Sargent Anderson, everything's all right with the engines I hope?"
The slightly raised eyebrow showed exactly what the veteran thought of his little diversion "all green, same as the last fifteen times you asked" the veteran coughed into his arm before raising one of the steaming cups in his hands "looked like you needed some coffee, you've been staring out the bridge for the last hour."
Torres blinked, before looking at the bridges clock, 24:37 Domain Standard. Felt earlier than that. "Very well, if you insist." A few minutes of silence followed, with Torres continuing to look out the bridge window into the unflinching void while Anderson looked at him in a way he could not place.
With a sigh Anderson put down the cup, before putting a hand to the ship "she'll hold, she always holds, she held in the Sindrian wars, she held in the Second AI war, she'll hold now." The old Engineer turns to Torres "it's survived worse than this, as long as we keep treating her with respect she'll be as good as any destroyer and with her we will make it through, there's no need to worry yourself to death."
The tension slowly dims from Torres shoulders, and a weariness he hadn't noticed starts to show itself "you're a damn good speaker Anderson, ever think of becoming a politician?"
Andersons wise old man persona breaks down in a guffaw "think I'll take the pirates sir"
Ping
Silence fills the Bridge as the Sensor Officer starts to speak "contact, bearing 362 degrees, in the deep hyperspace cloud, transponders are off."
Ping Ping Ping Ping
"Holy shi- sir, I thinks it's them. Seeing a massive sensor reading, at least twenty ships" a level of panic starts rising amongst the crew
Torres quickly brings his voice to full bore "stay focussed everyone, this is it! Charles get word to Captain Isiera that we've got a contact." Torres hears the door slam, seems Anderson was already on the way to engines. But first, there's a level of Confusion on the sensor officers face "what is it Lieutenant?"
That seems to get her off her constant murmurings "the contact is splitting up, looks like ones heading for Barads Gravity well with the Atlas IIs and the other… I don't know sir, but it's the smaller of the two"
Ludd dammit. Torres thought to himself. We need more info. "Is Captain Isiera on comms yet?"
"Yes sir, they're confirming the sensor contact, they think the second fleet is heading to the inner jump point"
That's good enough for now, now he just needed a plan.
…..
The pirate fleet has been found one day before it reaches Corvus, the fleet seems to be splitting into two sections, with a larger one heading towards the Barad gravity well with the three capital ships and a smaller one heading for the inner jump point, while actual fleet composition is currently unknown due to the Hyperspace cloud they are currently using as cover both fleets should be visible by the time they enter the jump points. there are currently two Centurion-class Heavy Frigates, five Lasher-class Frigates, 3 Hound-class shieldless frigates, and 4 frigate sized combat freighters in the Garnir system of which all but 1 Hound and 4 combat freighters are going silent. you also have 1 Hammerhead-class destroyer and 2 Wolf-class frigates guarding the Nav buoy past Jangala and Asharu.
Five days until the 1st arrive, six days until the 3rd arrive.
You currently do not know the opposing fleet composition, while the Hounds could scout it out they would be dangerously close to the opposing fleet. The two captains decide.
[ ] to go dark and attempt to survey the enemy fleet up close (opposed rolls on accurate fleet assessment)
[ ] to maintain distance with the pirate fleet and continue long range scouting (no rolls, maintain current info on whichever fleet the hounds pursue)
Which fleets should the hounds follow?
[ ] Both: one hound will follow each fleet, Intel is paramount.
[ ] The smaller fleet: while you clearly know that the larger fleet is heading to Garnir you have no idea what the smaller fleets main goal will be, follow it.
[ ] The larger fleet: you know its objective, the forces protecting Garnir are vastly outmatched, there's no way for the smaller fleet to attack Jangala and every ship is needed.
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not sure how I feel about this one, I'll check once I'm no longer a sleep deprived mess. anyways, Update!