Gabatrix: the Batrice Crisis
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Chapter 16: The Assault of Fort Batrice Part 1
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 16: The Assault of Fort Batrice Part 1 - Set after the events of Gabatrix: The Last Tank, resentment in the UWA grows in the colony of Batrice, one of the most essential worlds of the human race. Anger, confusion, and misinformation have reached an all-time high. A 24th-century Civil War is all but inevitable. It will be up to Shira, Javier, Stone, and the countless characters of past stories to find a solution before the UWA falls apart. Story Includes: Human/Anthro, M/F, M/FF, War, Sex, Action, Drama, Pregnant, Birth, Scalie, Alien
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Science Fiction Aliens Robot Space Furry Lactation Oral Sex Pregnancy Size
“Impossible!” Baxton almost yelled out, gripping his swagger stick like a vice. The look of anger could be seen on his face as he looked at Commander Sreyleak. Other members of Fort Batrice’s CIC briefly looked at Baxton in fear at the outburst before resuming their work.
“The data feeds are scrambled, sir,” Sreyleak replied. “The UHN fleet was jamming the Cancrinite’s transmissions, but we’ve received a distress call from the Cancrinite the moment it went through Fort Darwin’s gate.”
“I want verification!” Baxton yelled.
Sreyleak tapped a few buttons on the main display. “The two messages Captain Jun Hie managed to submit state that he was under attack ... the message is heavily staggered, but the report indicates the Rampage engaged his ship ... reports of possible severe damage. The second message is a captured camera feed photo ... the rest of the data failed to make it through the jamming field.”
Sreyleak tapped the button for Baxton to see. The camera feed showed a still shot of the warship Rampage firing its 16-inch gun turrets directly at the dreadnought. From the Fleet Admiral’s viewpoint, there was no other ship that he could see with the dreadnought.
“Where were the other ships?” Baxton reported.
“It appears that the Rampage was the one responsible for damaging or disabling the Cancrinite,” Sreyleak said.
“How is that possible?...,” Baxton slowly walked and pointed at the screen. “The Cancrinite is the greatest vessel ever created by mankind ... defeated by a 200-year-old relic!”
“I don’t know how it’s possible, either, sir,” the XO replied. “But without the Cancrinite, the Batrice fleets at Celebes will lose the battle. Munitions supply is running low, and we’ve lost four ships. We still have the gate ring to Celebes open. We must send a message buoy and inform Vice Admiral Thanh to retreat...”
It was the first time that Baxton cringed, turning away and bending his swagger stick. The Fleet Admiral was faced with reality. Without the Cancrinite to save his fleets, defeat was inevitable. The UHN was going to win and take the planet.
However, before he had a chance to render his verdict, there was a new alarm message.
“Fleet Admiral,” one of the crew called out. “New object to report emerging through Fort Darwin’s gate ring...”
Baxton turned to look at Sreyleak, who was busy looking at the data report. The man briefly glanced at the map display of the other group of transports that were currently approaching Fort Batrice.
“It appears that the Cancrinite has remerged back into our orbit,” Sreyleak said.
From the data feed, Baxton was looking at the camera feed of the dreadnought that appeared on Fort Darwin’s camera feeds. The vessel appeared to bear heavy scars along its hull. It was almost as if the ship had taken a nuclear strike that scorched the hull along with other smaller blast marks along the armor. Not all the lights were active, but the rear engine drives were active.
“Full report,” Baxton ordered, pointing his swagger stick at the commander. “Contact Captain Jun Hie. I want an explanation on what happened ... now!”
“The Cancrinite is on a direct course with Fort Batrice, using its inertia to reach us,” Sreyleak explained, looking at the sensor feeds. “Comms Officer, hail the Cancrinite...”
“Tell the Captain to cease his heading to Fort Batrice,” Baxton added.
“I’m trying to, sir,” the communication officer tried to explain. “There’s no response...”
“Fleet Admiral,” Sreyleak added. “I’m getting automated distress beacon messages from the Cancrinite. Its communication arrays are offline. It can’t even pick up our messages either. Running on emergency batteries...”
“How long before they reach the space station at their current speed?”
“Seven minutes, twenty seconds...”
Baxton looked at the camera feeds as it zoomed in on the dreadnought. He could see the name of the Cancrinite written in English and Chinese, along with the registry number.
“Where’s our nearest tug?” the Fleet Admiral asked.
“The BNS Nan-Tou 3 is the nearest tug, sir,” Sreyleak said. “It’ll take eight minutes for it to reach the Cancrinite.”
“Fleet Admiral,” the comms officer remarked. “New update ... I just received a basic communication signal from the Cancrinite ... heavy static ... might be the Captain. The crew appear to be conducting emergency repairs to their comms. Engine core is inoperable. Main computer is still operational.”
The Fleet Admiral’s eyes narrowed somewhat. “Commander Sreyleak, send security code clearance Level 3 ... Even with their communications offline, the main and secondary computers can still process and transmit code clearance.”
Sreyleak seemed to hesitate for a moment before she nodded. “Aye, sir...”
On board the slowly encroaching dreadnought, far above Batrice’s surface, was the “Cancrinite.” It continued to drift in space, flying along the planet’s equator and toward the northern polar region. Inside the ship’s bridge were Javier, Shira, and Minerva, along with the other bridge crew still strapped in their chairs.
Everything seemed surreal and quiet at first. Javier couldn’t believe it. They had slipped into Batrice’s defense perimeter. The entire warship remained steady, ever slowly closing in on the great Space Station.
“I’m receiving Code Clearance request,” Minerva stated, her blue bold face still looking from Javier’s console. “It’s being transmitted from Fort Batrice. Processing request...”
“Well...,” Javier said, looking at Shira. “The moment of truth...”
“Processing complete. Transmitting code clearance response...”
It was done in less than a few seconds. The great AI of Doctor Ericsson was already working against Batrice, capable of handling the extreme data calculations needed to defeat the greatest security networks ever devised. Minerva had easily provided the codes and submitted them back to Fort Batrice.
“Any sign, Ramirez?” Javier asked.
“Still not picking up any weapon’s lock from Fort Darwin or Fort Batrice, sir,” Ramirez replied with a hint of a chuckle. “I think it’s working...”
“We’re still being scanned,” Shira calmly stated.
“But they still can’t run any detailed analysis, yet,” Javier countered. “At least not yet...”
Mizu was watching the events unfold. The dreadnought they were on was serving as the perfect ruse, easily slipping past defenses that were remaining idle. After such a harrowing fight, the “Cancrinite” had made an emergency flight back into the wormhole and was heading to its home base. At least, this was how the Batricians were seeing it.
They only needed six more minutes. Javier was looking at the map display on his console. Every weapon that could target his ship was offline. Ahead and towards Fort Batrice was a group of transports that were nearing the great space station.
“Did Darin singlehandedly disable the real Cancrinite?” Javier asked, looking at Shira.
“I can confirm that, Javier,” Minerva almost happily replied to him. “According to your sensors, I was able to apply all the data acquired. No other ship fired on the Cancrinite, except the Rampage.”
“Well then,” Javier turned to look back at the console. “I guess I’ll never doubt Darin again.”
“His actions were quite impressive,” Shira replied. “He properly utilized all the assets and environment available for him to achieve victory. He may have very well tipped the tide of the battle in favor of the UHN.”
Javier agreed. Fort Batrice had nothing — no ships guarding or protecting it. Its glamorous fleet of all-powerful warships was gone, disabled, sitting in the dockyards or left adrift over Celebes. It was alone. But it wasn’t over yet.
“I’ve received another Code Clearance request,” Minerva stated. “This is a Level 4 code clearance. Processing request.”
“Baxtons really paranoid,” Javier replied.
“Indeed,” Shira replied. “As he should. The voice modulated communication and superficial damage will only work for so long. Darin’s work in disabling the Cancrinite may have been too perfect to believe.”
“Processing complete,” Minerva replied. “Submitting code clearance...”
There was a pause as Javier looked at the sensors and the overhead bridge screen. So far, nothing. No reaction. The XO looked at the transports. They were approximately a minute away from the space station.
“There are no weapon activations or target locks on this ship,” Minerva replied.
“As expected,” Shira stated. “However, the ruse will ultimately fail. Now it’s time to implement the next part of the plan. Minerva, transmit the message ‘Go-to’ to coordinates BN-78.”
“Transmission sent...”
“Codes verified, Fleet Admiral,” Sreyleak said, looking at the data screen.
Baxton was looking at a set of logs. His hands splayed over the main center display of the CIC. The look of skepticism on his face said it all.
“Again...,” Baxton said.
“Fleet Admiral,” Sreyleak countered. “It’s the Cancrinite. Even if the UHN had somehow managed to crack our Level 3 code clearance, it’s impossible for them to crack Level 4. Nothing has beaten Level 4.”
“I said again!” Baxton exclaimed.
“Comms, send the transmission request again ... scramble nine, G, 7H.”
“Aye,” the comms officer replied.
“How much longer before they reach deep scanning range?” Baxton asked.
“Three minutes,” Sreyleak replied.
Baxton pointed at the data displayed on the center table. “Intelligence reports of a meeting that transpired on Fort Rangoon. One of our operatives reported of a drunken marine who stated that the Shal’rein captain was alive and acquiring soldiers.”
Sreyleak looked at the feed and began reading the information. “We are to believe the words of a drunk?” she said.
“The same operative also reported of a strange robot that walked around.”
A picture of Minerva could be seen from her backside, walking ahead, taken from one of the camera feeds. However, Sreyleak only shook her head, uncertain as to what she was seeing.
“A companion bot?” Sreyleak replied. “It’s one of the rare models that my uncle still ... uses. It’s nothing, Fleet Admiral. Even if Shira is alive, she cannot possibly be anywhere near us.” She tapped the button and looked at it. “The security clearance codes have been accepted again...”
Baxton continued to remain skeptical, almost as if something deep down was telling him that something was off. The dreadnought was less than three minutes away from the space station. The fleet admiral shook his head, picked up his swagger stick, and pointed his finger at the display.
“I want to go ahead and...,” Baxton tried to say, but his words were interrupted.
“Update, sir,” the comms officer responded. “We’ve picked up a transmission that was sent ... possibly from the Cancrinite.”
“Verify,” Sreyleak stated.
“Unconfirmed. Pulse transmission originated near the Cancrinite’s position. It was directed somewhere to coordinates BN-78.”
“BN-78?” Baxton asked. “There’s nothing there.”
Sreyleak waved her hand. “Their communications are still damaged, sir. It’s probably just a malfunction.”
The fleet admiral looked at the map. “ ... Order the supply transports to break off. We need to verify that it is the Cancrinite or that the UHN didn’t capture her.”
The woman wasn’t going to question her CO any further. She turned to look at her comms officer.
“Contact the transports and inform them to veer off and remain on standby for further orders,” she said, which the communication station acknowledged. “Fleet Admiral, we should dispatch the tug and bring the ship back to Fort Darwin for repairs. We need to focus on the battle commencing at Celebes ... Issue a...”
“Sir!” the comms officer announced. “Transport group is not responding! They’re maintaining course to Fort Batrice.”
“Run deep scan analysis on the transports,” Baxton ordered.
Sreyleak began to look at the data feeds provided from the scan.
“Fleet Admiral,” she said. “The transports have no crew onboard. It’s strictly automated and on a collision course with Fort Batrice!”
“General quarters!” Baxton slapped his swagger stick as station alarms were activated. “Arm all weapons. Tactical station, begin targeting the transports.”
Immediately, in tandem, all the box light transports and freighters on the map screen accelerated together.
“The transports will collide with the space station in less than half a minute,” Sreyleak reported. Firing solution is being established. I’m detecting numerous objects on the freighters ... metallic drones of some sort.”
“Fleet Admiral,” a deep male voice could be heard. “We’ve detected torpedo launches from the BNS Cancrinite.”
“Have they targeted us?” Baxton questioned.
“Negative. She’s targeting the transports, sir ... Firing solution has been established.”
Baxton lightly lowered his guard. “Target the transports ... destroy them.”
Outside the space station, the multitude of rings was slowly spinning in place. Fort Batrice’s weapons were ready. In less than twenty seconds, the freighters would collide with the space station. However, in half a second, the space station unleashed four torpedo salvos. The homing warheads were immediately jettisoned into space before they began homing in on the target.
However, the transports and freighters began to release their cargo containers while the box transports opened their cargo doors. Hundreds to even thousands of small metallic objects were launched into space. Riding on momentum, they began to head toward the space station as quickly as possible.
“Mining drones!” Sreyleak reported. “Civilian terrorist cell attack!”
“
The torpedoes from Fort Batrice began to hit each of the transports one by one. One of the freighters was hit by multiple blasts that quickly caused the civilian ships to crumble in half and into smaller pieces. The box transports didn’t last long, with a nuclear blast that quickly incinerated the hull and burned the ship from the inside out, even taking out some of the drones in the process. The “Cancrinite’s” torpedoes reached one of the transports before blowing another one to pieces.
The drones began to open up, consisting of tiny thrusters, vector engines, massive laser drills, and grappling appendages. Like hungry robots ready to devour whatever was in front of them.
Inside the dreadnought, Javier could see the pandemonium that was going on in space. His ship was closing in, approximately three minutes from reaching Fort Batrice at the current drifting speed. By now, the XO could note the space station viewed from the camera feeds. Every flak gun was active, firing swarms of explosive fire into space. The mining drones were not a valid threat by themselves, but they looked like a massive wave of death. Fort Batrice was singlehandedly taking on this threat with ease. One blast by the explosive shrapnel was easily able to tear apart a drone and render it inoperative. However, the sheer number of them remained an issue.
“Indeed,” Shira commented out loud. “We must thank the efforts of Mizu for allowing us to establish contact with the resistance cells on Batrice and their efforts to combat Fort Batrice. They followed their timing appropriately ... the sacrifice of their property will not fall in vain.”
Mizu glanced over and briefly smiled.
“You think it will help fool them further about our ‘intentions?’” Javier asked her.
“It will have to do,” Shira stated. “Many factors are in place that endanger our approach. Regardless of our ruse, Baxton would not so easily fall for such a trick. However, like anything, the art of distraction and deception is our only path forward.”
“Captain,” Patterson addressed Shira. “The mining drones are reduced to 40% of their numbers.”
“How much longer till we reach Fort Batrice?” Javier asked.
“At our current speed, 2 minutes and 20 seconds. We’ll have to adjust our heading if we’re to meet them directly.”
“This will work,” Shira stated. “Minerva, upon the destruction of the mining drone fleet, contact Fort Batrice as Captain Jun Hie, as you’ve done before, and request to dock so that we can ... disperse the ‘injured’ personnel from the current battle of Celebes.”
“Caution is advised, Shira,” Minerva stated. “I can disguise and recreate the Cancrinite’s Captain under manipulation of the comm array amplifiers, but there’s still a 34% probability of Fort Batrice detecting deception algorithms.”
“We’re also closing in on Fort Batrice’s deep scanner ranges,” Javier stated. “If they look too closely, our deception is foiled.”
“Sometimes, Javier,” Shira explained. “Fate must be decided upon us ... proceed, Minerva...”
Several decks below, in the great central passageway of the dreadnought, was an everlasting line of marines. Soldiers, dressed in their symbolic red power armor, carrying a mixture of heavy automatic guns, slung to their sides, rifles, various devices, and gadgets. Through their enclosed helmets was a visor display network that allowed them to monitor the statuses of their squads and team leads.
Among the hundreds was the small group of Shal’rein. The women were dressed in their powerful wrap armor, lined in the colors of shimmering green and purple. Their black and purple visors covered their heads, and the wrap armor encased their long, fin-like tails. In their hands were their massive automatic rifles, along with various stick grenades and hip-mounted handguns.
There were a few other Itreans, including the Yutilians, in their wrap armor, along with Bekra and Ioren among the group. With Ioren, it was easy to spot Stone as his power armor seemed to carry a slightly darker hue to it, along with his powerful handgun and large knife sheathed in a magnetic holster together. There also appeared to be a small gun turret mounted near his left shoulder.
The scene was growing more and more tense. The soldiers had no means to control the destiny of what had befallen them. In an instant, Fort Batrice could respond, quickly destroying the dreadnought and everyone that was in it. Or, they would make it, just to fight to the death against the Fort Batrice soldiers. Everyone spoke quietly to themselves or the companions next to them while holding on to the metal bar connected to the bulkheads. With magnetic boots pressed to the deck, the soldiers could maintain their hold.
“Alright, listen up!” Stone stoically explained as he stepped forward to the center of the internal passageway. “In about 2 minutes, we’re supposed to touch down on Fort Batrice. I want all squad leaders to head to their current objectives as soon as we dock ... We will be the frontlines, the tip of the spear, as the other UHN crew watches our backs. Every person here will see combat. You will be fighting other human beings, no aliens, no Itreans, but ordinary men and women that have been taught the same combat tactics as you. Our purpose is clear. They have no regard for other lives, but only through the terror and subjugation of their masses. Those that you’ll be fighting will be scared or fight tenfold to defend their home. Do not expect them to show mercy to you. For now, lethal force is all but authorized, but check your fire on any possible civilians you encounter. Today, we, the UHN Marines, will be remembered for our heroism against the evil that stands before us. Everyone is counting on us, and for that ... we will achieve victory. UHN Marines!...” he held his fist up. “REDDER THAN BLOOD!”
“Blood for life!” the marines yelled in unison.
“Redder than Blood!”
“BLOOD FOR LIFE!”
Fort Batrice continued to fire upon the countless drones, now in almost all directions. Even from the top of the station, AIO turrets were firing upon the wave of mobile mining drills, easily tearing apart each one before cycling to the next. There were even a few cases where the railguns were targeting the drones that closed in, firing hypervelocity shells that instantly obliterated them in a single hit.
Despite the thousands, the battle was already decided. Only a very small margin managed to slip through the constant barrage of weapons fire, with only two of the mining drones clamping down on the hull. Quickly, the drills on the drones activated and began to pour a high-intensity heat ray into the armor. The heavy concentration of light and radiation was slowly burning the metal construction, although it was questionable how much damage it was inflicting on the station, if any at all. However, a few intercept missiles quickly smashed into the clamped drones, blowing them to pieces as they quickly flaked away into space.
Inside the space station’s CIC, Baxton and Sreyleak were highly focused on the map and display. The alarms were lowkey but present. All the weapons had ceased firing.
“All drones have been destroyed, Fleet Admiral,” Sreyleak reported.
“More actions by the terrorist rebels,” Baxton informed. “I’ll need a report after this ... inform Tóngzhì Chanvatey that we hunt down and eliminate any further cells ... by whatever means necessary...”
The XO gave an affirmative nod. “Understood, sir.”
“Fleet Admiral,” the comms officer said. “I’ve received a communication hail from the Cancrinite. There’s high interference. Captain Jun Hie is on, audio only...”
“On center display now,” Baxton said.
“Fleet Admiral...,” the voice sounded partly distorted. The haze of static was continuous, coming in and out.
“Captain,” Baxton said. “What is your status?”
“ ... Damage to ... secondary power...,” a man’s voice could be heard on the other end. The fleet admiral was listening closely. The skepticism on his face was not present as he recognized the voice.
“Do you have power or not?”
“Yes ... engine... 25% ... limited controls,” Jun Hie replied.
“Return to Fort Darwin for repairs. I repeat, return to Fort Darwin for repairs.”
“Negative ... injured personnel ... need help... 42 dead... 56 in ... Let us dock and dr...” the communication cut out.
“Disruption in the Cancrinite’s main comm feed,” the comm officer stated. “Attempting to reestablish contact, sir.”
“Fleet Admiral,” Sreyleak said. “Let the Cancrinite dock. We have better medical personnel here than Fort Darwin. Let us return to the main theater at Celebes.”
The fleet admiral considered it more and more. There were too many distractions, too many things to focus on. Finally, he relented.
“Comm’s station,” Baxton said. “Open the bay doors and allow the Cancrinite to dock ... Inform the medical triage teams, Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, and Delta, to make way and handle the mass casualties.”
“Aye, Sir...”
“We have permission to dock...,” Patterson said, looking at Shira and Javier.
The dreadnought was a minute away from the space station.
“Take us in,” Shira stated.
Fort Batrice’s main hangar door was opening. The massive space door revealed a small city in itself, consisting of numerous landing pads and docking tendrils for wayward freighters to enter.
“We’re in good range of targeting their main reactor,” Javier said.
“Not yet,” Shira replied. “This must be a very precise shot. If we are off by even a millimeter, the desired effect will not take place.”
“I can fire the railguns,” Minerva replied.
“That will be Ramirez’s job ... on my order. When I give the command, Ramirez, you will fire the main railguns at the specific location specified on the main computer. Minerva, stand by for potential weapons fire. The moment Fort Batrice fires on us, activate all countermeasures...”
The XO could feel his adrenaline kicking in. The dreadnought was now making a gentle 90-degree roll, orienting itself to a linear flat plane. By now, the ship was nearing the central facility between both spinning drums of Fort Batrice. The rings were still slowly spinning.
Mizu couldn’t believe it. He was returning to where it all started. For a brief moment, he saw the landing pad, all repaired and rebuilt, where the Itrean shuttle explosion occurred almost a year ago. It was surreal, but he had to reorient himself. The other navigator adjusted the controls as the dreadnought activated its vectoring thrusters, adjusting its heading and speed to position itself towards the main hangar. In less than 25 seconds, they would be in. Shira’s gray finger was up in a gesturing wait pose. On her console display, the targeting reticle box was zeroing on a very specific location, deep, deep, inside the housing units and framework mounting between the two drums. The reticle was shrinking in size, going from meters to centimeters. However, the railgun turrets on the dreadnought had not turned yet.
“Fleet Admiral,” the weapons officer called. “I’m picking up unusual activity from the Cancrinite. Its main computer core appears to be acquiring a firing solution ... I can’t determine where...”
Baxton’s attention was brought back to the main display that was focusing on the dreadnought. Twenty seconds remained as the dreadnought was still in space but was closing in on the hangar. The data feed displayed deep scans of the spaceship.
Time seemed to slow down as the man’s thought process was in full effect. He was reading everything. The fog of war was everywhere, but everything was becoming more and more clear.
The ship’s damage was superficial. It wasn’t damage that he was seeing, but tiny portions of the uncompleted hull. The name of the Cancrinite seemed off, like the original name of something else was ripped off and replaced with its current name. The crew complement ... it was enormous. Finally, there was another report. The computer was indicating a voice evaluation analysis. The captain of the dreadnought was a possible fake. It finally dawned on Baxton, hitting him like a ton of bricks.
“IT’S THE IRIDIUM!” Baxton yelled, turning quickly and pointing his swagger stick at the weapon’s station. “Close the hangar bay doors! Destroy that ship now! Do it now! DO IT NOW!”
Time was reaching down within seconds. The Iridium was closing on the hangar bay as the railgun turrets on Fort Baxton. The doors were beginning to close, but it was questionable if they would close in time due to their massive size. Within another half a second, quick weapon locks were achieved. Two of the rings’ railgun turrets rapidly turned and pointed directly at the incoming dreadnought.
All hell broke loose within two seconds. Four railguns from one side and three railguns from the other fired, releasing a spray of blue and purple particle effects into space as hypervelocity rounds slammed into the dreadnought from multiple directions. Five of the shots hit, while two missed and went into space.
Inside the Iridium, three of the shells struck various areas of the mid-deck. The shells were moving so fast that they easily punched through the thick armor of the great warship. The marines heard the sound of metal being ripped apart a deck below them. Parts of the centripetal box ring had been hit, tearing apart a corner piece and blowing it into space.
The turrets were quickly cycling away as new railguns were being brought to bear. Several salvos of torpedoes were quickly launched into space as the numerous AIO turrets sprayed flak rounds into space.
Fort Batrice was so well armed that in less than another second, numerous other railgun turrets from the spinning rings were firing in rapid succession. While many were missing due to the frantic weapons lock made on the Iridium, three shells struck the ventral underside of the dreadnought, tearing through the mid lower decks, including one that struck and smashed directly into the ventral secondary bridge, venting atmosphere into space. Other shells slammed into the exposed centripetal box ring.
Inside the main dorsal bridge, Javier saw nothing but alarms, knowing that the Iridium was getting torn into hard. However, the reticle displayed on Shira’s console showed it all. The blue box was narrowing down, acquiring the very specific and precise lock needed.
Suddenly, one of Fort Batrice’s railgun shells slammed and skimmed on the dorsal side in a millisecond, cutting through the armor and causing it to fragment as the inertia of the debris slammed directly into the starboard side of the main bridge. Small pieces of metal were cut and penetrated directly near Mizu’s location. It happened so quickly, all he saw was red-hot metal fragment debris near him.
“AHHH!” Cassian yelled. Mizu quickly turned his head to see that a piece of shrapnel had hit his arm and hand. The hint of blood could be seen as Mizu reached over to the controls and quickly took control of the ship.
All adrenaline was on the pilot. He was in full control of an entire warship. The dreadnought was within 5 seconds of entering the hangar as the door was nearly upon the starboard edge of the Iridium.
“Fire,” Shira said with perfect ease.
Ramirez tapped the button on his console. The heavy railguns on the dreadnought suddenly unleashed a heavy shell.
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