STARFLIGHT - 2
Captain Dmitri Alistratov
Dmitri takes only moments to decide on his plan of attack. The order is given. Fortunately, his gunnery crew knows better than to question his decisions; together, they have fought through some of the worst pirate ambushes in recent memory.
The distant whine of charging accelerators fills the CIC. Dmitri watches the TacCom as the mark indicating the black ship edges closer and closer to the
Nova Prime's optimal gun range. It only takes a few seconds more...
The CIC's lights flicker and a series of tremors reverberate through the hull as the Nova Prime discharges her Particle Lance Cannons; two turrets with three guns apiece. It didn't look formidable until it fired, great crackling yellow-green lances streaking through space. Dmitri always had a fondness for that part- ships this small usually had to fit guns this big as fixed mounts, not turrets.
Bishop-1 jukes, or tries to. It's much too slow to effectively evade PLC fire at this range, but it doesn't need to. The transport flashes green and her port-side outrigger's plating glows red as the bolts streak past.
What happens next catches everyone offguard.
The first volley splashes across the hull of the black ship, leaving fresh, orange-red craters. The vessel breaks sharply to port, starting to roll lazily, and its fighters scatter. But it's too late. The second volley hammers across its hull; secondary explosions ripple across the craft moments later, haphazardly ejecting chunks of glowing metal into space. The fighter escort falters, briefly.
And then they slip out, as the black ship slowly tumbles out of control. That was disconcerting for an entirely different set of reasons.
Dmitri's turn to break the silence. "Lieutenant. Open a channel to the incoming group."
Her response is a curt "Aye, sir." Moments later, Dmitri is face to face with four ship captains.
Bishop-1's captain looks like he almost fainted. Confusion, anger, and relief wavers across the faces of the other three.
"My apologies for the abruptness, captains. Dmitri Alistratov, Captain of the Recon Destroyer
Nova Prime." Formal enough, he hopes. "How can I assist?"
The
Helventas' captain is the first to speak up. Sharp lad, looks to be only a few months out of the officer's academy. "Captain Alistratov," he acknowledges, "We're all that remains of Task Force 03. StratCom ordered our force to escort transports to this location. We were the only ships that made it out of dock in one piece."
Dmitri examines the display. Both the Helventas and Inditrant were in good condition, at least. Perhaps no less than 90% total integrity. The transports were a little worse for wear, but they'd fly. For now.
"They told us we were to form up with the highest-ranking officer at the location and await their command," the
Helventas' captain continued, "...what are your orders?"
Another moment's pause. Highest ranking officer..?
Nova Prime was the only ship at the RV. Not good. Focus.
"Strategic Command has ordered us to proceed to the Aragan system," Dmitri's reply was calm and measured, "Form up on the
Nova Prime and prepare to jump."
"Aragan?" the captain of
Bishop-2 interjects. "But that's out in the Spinward Void!"
Dmitri is about to comment when the
Inditrand's captain cuts in herself; "Good. That means it's the last place they'll come looking for us."
Dmitri holds up a hand to quiet them both. "Strategic Command wouldn't order us that far out without a plan, Captains--"
TacCom chirps. Six incoming contacts. Five of the same ship as before, in an arrowhead formation around a larger craft that looked to be on par with a Heavy Frigate. Plus fighters. Two dozen, at least. Dmitri's tone shifts, sharply.
"--we need to leave. Synchronize drives with the
Nova Prime and prepare for jumpshock. Captain Alistratov out."
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Brace yourselves for a barrage of decisions!
[MANDATORY] Determine the best course to the Aragan system;
[_] Direct
or
[X] Indirect
A fundamental decision. The black ships may give chase or attempt to intercept. The Aragan system is several jumps out even by a direct route, and they may try to cut you off or even lay a trap in the system itself.
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[OPTIONAL] Name the Captain of the Helventas: _____________________________________
[OPTIONAL] Name the Captain of the Inditrand: _____________________________________
[OPTIONAL] Name a
Nova Prime,
Helventas, or
Inditrand crewmember?: _____________________________________
[OPTIONAL] Assign a reporting name to the
Black Cutter, a small warship: _____________________________________
[OPTIONAL] Assign a reporting name to the
Black Striker, a light fighter: _____________________________________
Alliance names tend towards Russian and Eastern European. The
Nova Prime itself has a bridge crew of around 16, with a bare minimum crew of 100-120. Her current complement is some 350 personnel, 32 of those being a platoon of Alliance Marines.
The
Nova Prime's bridge crew roster varies, but currently includes the Gunnery Chief, Communications Officer, Sensors Officer, Science Officer, and assorted others. Named crewmembers do not necessarily need to be part of the bridge crew; they could even be one of the marines. If you
do name a captain or crewmember, you are welcome to submit written pieces from their point of view. This may even provide bonuses to actions involving that character.
For reporting names, the Alliance has no currently established precedent. If you want inspiration for a structured approach, I suggest looking up lists of NATO reporting names for Russian/Chinese equipment.
First post will be updated with additional useful information soon.
First post has updated accordion-style data; Fleet Personnel, Fleet Assets, Enemy Data, and Terminology/Glossary/Useful Info.
Dmitri gained both his current traits due to action selection; strong preference of the bold, decisive option. The other two captains have been assigned traits based on their backstory and mannerisms.