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       #Post#: 1246--------------------------------------------------
       An Intense Disagreement
       By: Haegan2005 Date: May 26, 2013, 3:16 am
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       The leviathanic bronze vessel lay in wait in the energy filled
       vastness of hyperspace along with 19 more of her sisters and
       dozens of smaller warships that seemed to be the size of minnows
       in comparison to her. She was a Tamarolei super dreadnought and
       few ships of any race could match her one on one. That, thought
       Lasoain'Harapei Avram Norforie d'Matheson, was why he was
       actually cautious this time. Draugir fleets, at least their
       primary line units, were just as dangerous as the d'Guthery in
       their own ways, and in fact, had a annoying advantage in
       Hyperspace that he had trouble countering. Fortunately, if
       everything went well, that would not really come into play.
       The anti-matter primary weapons of a Tamarolei reacted
       predictably with the positive energy weaves of hyper. A massive
       explosion yards from the weapon projector was simply not a way
       to guarantee long life. The massive ship would have to rely
       almost exclusively on her secondary energy armaments and
       missiles if she was of the right model. The d'Guthry was not a G
       class Tamarolei. She was exclusively energy armed. But four of
       her sisters here were not. They would add as much firepower as
       the d'Urien cruisers and that were really why he was here. The
       smile on his face, faint at first, had slowly become
       anticipatory. Yes, the next quarter langhoun would make or break
       his plan. If it worked, this Draugir fleet would be gutted and
       unable to launch any attacks against the Commonwealth's outer
       colonies further along this arm.
       If it did not work, he would have lost more than half the mobile
       units available to the sector. Perhaps it was not best to think
       along those lines, he thought. It was a gamble, he knew, to test
       these missiles versus tried and true Draugir gravity cannon, but
       anything less would have put him at an even more extreme
       disadvantage. He could stop them here, or be eaten up in detail
       while trying to defend too many colonies that were all seen as
       important to the war effort. Only the untried missiles even gave
       him a fighting chance here to do enough damage and even then he
       knew the fighting would end up with the fleets interpenetrating
       so that he could use his ships to their best advantage. Medium
       range fighting would give the Draugir a preponderance of
       firepower fit to give anyone nightmares here, and long range
       fights were really impossible for both sides anyways. Long range
       targeting was nearly impossible here due to sensor interference
       in hyper.
       The repeater from the sensors station on the bridge beeped
       quietly to get his attention, his head movement was enough to
       cause it to create a colored overlay in the holofield that he
       stood in. From here he could see and manipulate a three
       dimensional view of the battlefield and issue orders based off
       of real-time feedback. It was as intuitive as millennia of use
       could make it and the ease with which any fleet commander to
       react to or initiate action against the enemy was actually
       difficult to describe to anyone who had not used it.  He smiled
       as the numbers danced red, green, and gold across part of his
       vision. A scout cruisers recon drone chain had detected a
       massive disturbance approaching. It was nearly time.
       *****
       Admiral Þórhrólfr Gunnison stood upon the flag bridge of the
       Battleship Þórr as shift change occurred. It had been a long and
       boring day dealing with the minutia that involved running a
       fleet of this size and he was glad it was almost over.  That is,
       right up until the sensors officer spoke sharply, his voice
       carrying across the large bridge easily as he had been trained
       to do
       “Admiral, multiple high level gravity readings detected. Count
       is in excess of twenty, Intercept in twenty seconds!”
       The bridge was dead quiet as the crew and admiral stood there in
       shock. But they were professionals and Thor’s clearing of his
       throat burst them into motion again. The Admirals voice carried
       clearly as he said, “General alert, scouts and an intercept
       force are to backtrack the trajectory and kill those launch
       platforms!”
       Crap, he thought, only Numies used gravity missiles. How in the
       name of the Nephilim did they find us here? He shook his head as
       he realized it did not matter.
       “Admiral, another gravitic wave detected! 20 more estimated
       inbound!”
       Gunnison winced, that was not just one ship then. This could get
       uglier. He watched the plot repeater and knew that for the next
       several minutes, all he could do was wait while his orders were
       carried out. The blood red carrot icons representing the
       gravitic missiles, they had to be missiles, intercepted his
       fleet icons, and his lips thinned as eleven of them simply
       disappeared, not even having time to transmit destruction
       signals.
       *****
       The damage to the fleet in the command bridge was sterilized
       compared to its reality outside. Most of the missiles missed or
       were killed at point blank ranges by the main guns of the
       screen. No secondary weapon had the power to penetrate the
       rippling gravitic field the missile generated as both its method
       of movement and its ability to kill. Even energy weapons were
       bent and sundered by the field to the point that it was
       problematic that anything would hit the missile inside that was
       generating the field. Fortunately, the solution was known as
       well. While the first wave shredded smaller ships and gravely
       wounded battleships, the fleet had moved to be facing the next
       incoming wave of missiles.
       As one every capital ship opened up with their spinal mounts.
       Eighty four focused gravity points, what earth science would
       call mini black holes, were slung out at .2 the speed of light
       towards the incoming wave. Their targets were small, relatively
       speaking, and hard to individually target at medium ranges, but
       eleven of the twenty sources disappeared from Admiral
       Þórhrólfr's plot. Five more were killed as they entered point
       blank range leaving four to cut swaths of destruction through
       the Draugir fleet. A mere four escorts and one battleship was
       destroyed, but another half dozen ships sustained moderate to
       crippling damage from the missiles simple crossing the ships
       bows close enough to rip armor, turrets, and engines open.
       "Admiral, one more wave detected, sensors estimate its twice the
       size as the last one!"
       He winced inside. That had to be at least six heretic heavy
       cruisers out there, not a simple harassing ambush then. They had
       to know that his fleet would find and kill them all for this pin
       prick. Something was up, he just wasn't sure what. Why not fire
       the full broadside from the beginning? It would have been far
       more effective and destructive then what the first wave had
       done. Twenty seconds from now, when his fleet was being hit by
       this new wave, his screen should be encountering the launching
       ships and killing them. Gunnison's smile was not a pleasant one.
       He was going to have to do something that he had not thought he
       would need to do.There was simply too great a chance of him
       losing more of his modern ships. He looked over at his ECCM
       officer and said, "Randviðrm initiate Halo. Move aditional units
       forward to replace losses."
       Randviðr Særæifrson nodded as he inserted the commands into his
       comm. It was expected considering what was happening. One always
       culled the weak in the flock to permit the strong to survive.
       Comments are welcome !!!!!
       #Post#: 1247--------------------------------------------------
       Re: An Intense Disagreement
       By: Thorgrimm Date: May 26, 2013, 12:44 pm
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       Nice start bud. However, you have a few run on sentences and a
       few spelling mistakes. You may also want to give some background
       for the readers who have no idea who, or what the Numies and
       Draugir are.  :)
       Otherwise, you have a good beginning and I look forward to the
       rest of the story.  ;D
       Cheers, Þórrgrimr
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