OOC: This more like it! Thanks!
Ships can be found here.
By the way, sorry about the end, I was sleep deprived and it was the best I could do.
IC: Commander Briar Zangard reclined in his chair, aboard the
Crimson Hammer, a Harbinger class frigate, he reclined in the leather chair, the deep recesses of the dark black hide, gleaming with polish was like a mirror, reflecting the dark, inky ocean of darkness, the ocean of darkness in which stars died, planets burned and systems were destroyed in cataclysmic supernovas. The usual.
Briar Zangard's hands felt warm in the caress of his shining leather gloves, the dark black dress that commanders wore, the silver buttons went up in a single file to the low collar, showing a pale slab of neck, go a little higher and you'd see his two dark, brown eyes, nigh black really, a small nose, a standard mouth, broad cheekbones framed by two, small ears, Briar Zangard looked intimidating and his eyes shone with a cruel intelligence.
Perfect Zakian officer material.
Unbeknownst to the small fleet of Zakian warship, they were being shadowed by a pirate group - equipped with state-of-the-art 5CN technology, including one of the most potent pieces of weaponry in the 5CN arsenal: the Mobile Suit.
It was approaching the end of Zangard's shift, after which, his adjutant, a colonel, yet it seemed that the fates had chosen Zangard to fight rather than sleep, the captain's body beginning to shut down, thinking that the time for sleep was near.
Minutes later, with only 3 minutes left on Zangard's shift, it happened.
"Sir! Something on mid-range scanners...I'm showing a 5CN starship, a err...Phoenix class battle ship."
"
Did high command send us these to help us, or aid us in someway?"
"I don't know sir but-"
The man operating scanners was halfway through his sentence, the ship rocked and groaned as a beam slammed into the side, the
Crimson Hammer recoiled as the Hyper Mega Particle Beam Cannon's cruel payload smashed into the ship, melting through 1.4 layers of armour, leaving only 1 metre left - that one metre was quickly burning away.
Engineers and crewmen screamed and panicked, many turned and went straight for the emergency doors, some tried to use emergency coolant to cool down the overheated metal, what course of action they chose, they were doomed anyway.
Within seconds, the last metre of titanium gave way, the final barrier between life and death was shattered and the dark tendrils of the void swept through deck eleven, claiming those unfortunate souls who weren't behind the blast doors and dragging them to their doom in the deep abyss in the ocean of darkness.
Zangard leapt from his chair and bellowed.
"
REPORT!"
"Deck eleven has been breached, casualty report remains unknown, current estimate is a 30% loss of human life on deck eleven."
"
Good god...get the guns powered up! Shoot back!"
"What about the EnPro gun sir?"
"
No time, the EnPro gun is for long distance battles of our choosing, not surprise assaults from marauders disguising themselves as the 5CN navy."
"Yessir!"
"
And scramble the Barracuda interceptors!"
"Yessir!"
Within seconds, twenty four Barracuda interceptors were shot out of the launch tubes and sent hurtling towards the Kazansky Class Cruiser of the marauding party. Another voice called out and Briar Zangard threw his head over his shoulder.
"
What?!"
"We may have a problem, apparently, they have something called a Mobile..."
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"
This is squadron leader Milky, okay people, stick in arrowhead formation and we'll be fine, I haven't heard anything special about 5CN interceptors."
"Sure thing Milky, should be a walk in the park - wait...what the F@$K is that!"
"
Holy S*%T, that’s a damn mech! People, staggered, STAGGERED!"
The large squadron had little time to reply before a barracuda disappeared in a bright yellow beam, a black silhouette could be seen just as the interceptor - and the man inside it - we ripped apart, atom from atom.
"Dear god! People! FIRE AT WILL!"
The Barracudas swarmed around the larger mecha like flies to a corpse, distributing their biting payloads of blue plasma, scorching armour, two more aircraft went down to the accursed beam cannon however, a two second scream could be heard before the fires of heaven consumed them.
After a few minutes of harassment and more losses, the fourteen remaining Barracudas were cheering until they noticed something quaint, the ship wasn't defending itself...slowly and with more than a hint of foreboding, small bays began to unfurl, disgorging more and more of the mecha until there we no less than ten of the constructs of steel and evil.
"Good god...open fire!"
The Barracudas we weaving and dodging but slowly but surely, the Zakian craft were whittled away until only Milky remained. The experienced pilot dodged and weaved until he made a wrong turn, he was sat facing the barrel of a beam rifle.
A tiny, yellow beam shot out from the dark tube, it was tiny, no more than an inch in diameter and it went straight through the Barracuda's cockpit - into Milky's shoulder, he screamed and writhed within the tight confines of the harness as the beam expanded until it consumed the craft and by way of the fires of heaven, Milky was delivered to the great gates...
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Commander Briar Zangard was aghast, his entire squadron...destroyed in five minutes.
"Get the guns online! Get them online!"
Commander Zangard's barked orders were in vain, however, because, seconds later, the Kazanky Class Cruiser's NovaBurst Cannon sent a beam straight through 1.5 titanium of the hull - and straight into the vulnerable EnPro plasma reactor, the reactor went from a tranquil blue to a hellish red within seconds, before exploding in a cataclysmic climax of destruction.
The whole ship was consumed in a great blue fire, debris was sent rocketing in all directions, entire sections of the ship clung to survival however, when they were flung off, you could see the bodies being dragged out by the cold hands of death that came whenever one wasn't protected from the sinister void of space.
The pirate ships moved on, deeming the Zakian craft useless due to it's inferior technology.
One final burst transmission was sent to Zakian high command before the ship was destroyed, it contained images of Zakian interceptors being destroyed by 5CN equipment, unfortunately, the Crimson Hammer and her crew didn't have the time to send a message describing how the 5CN equipment wasn't 5CN controlled.
War loomed on the horizon.