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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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