Secret Santa 07

((Author's Notes: First Secret Santa gift. Given to CB45 of the SnF forums. I'm planning on taking part next year, maybe then I'll be better. Here's to hoping.

Finished: 2 weeks before Christmas))

Sitting in his command ship, with a tactical view of the space, he was fully aware of a nearby enemy presence.

“First mate, are the pilots running hot?”

“Not yet commander, we just prepped the flight crews, they should be on their way any moment now.”

“What about our, Vaygr, allies?” asked the Commander, derisively pronouncing the name.

“They have deployed a few anti-fighter frigates, surveillance indicates bombers are incoming.”

It was true, moments later, tiny specks appeared in the distance, and these were not friendly craft. It took them some moments before small explosions could be seen, the bombers and frigates trading blows.

“Commander B45 of the Skull Panda Fleet, I request fighter cover. We aren’t going to last long here,” spoke a voice from the speaker.

The Commander just nodded to his subordinates and not before long a full fighter wing with corvette support rocketed to his ally’s aid, easy defeating the enemy bombers.

“Ensign, damage report,” spoke the Commander again.

“Damage minimal, our forces are retreating to our defensive perimeter. It seems our ally has taken the brunt and is pushing forward with a small fleet of frigates and a destroyer. Sir shall we send reinforcements?”

“Negative, I’ll content myself with watching them for now.”

In the sensors display, he could see his ally committing the massive ships into battle, each easily crew to several hundred men. The Commander didn’t have time for this, his battleship was almost ready. He scrutinized the sensors even closer now as he could see the enemies swarming around his ally’s strike group. How he was forced into this unlikely alliance was beyond him. The livery of green and black of the Vaygr ships identified themselves as the TKEA. TealKick’s Evil Armada, pfft, he scoffed at the notion that they had to fight side by side, after all, the two commanders had different approaches to the battle. One was a progressive surge of power, ever increasing in strength, while the other just went for a specialized path, forging ahead without noting the shortcomings of such a rush. Then a message he wished never to hear spoke up.

“Insufficient resources, upgrades paused.”

The Commander only knit his eye brows, all this time he trying to avoid this situation.

“Ensign, cut off research, focus on the Battlecruiser, I want it deployed now.”

The men went about their ways to see that his demands were met. He looked at his ally, who was happily churning away creating frigates and destroyers, neglecting the power of strike craft altogether. He was going to pay with a humiliating defeat.

“Battlecruiser is operational.”

That was the phrase he so wished to hear. Now that he had the necessary power, he ordered the attack.

“All strike craft form up on Battlecruiser Alpha and prepare for hyperspace.”

With orchestrated precision, the small craft buzzed around the Battlecruiser before disappearing in a green square, hurtling through hyperspace towards the battle. The Commander watched the battle unfold from the sensors. To his horror, he could only see a surge of red dots blot out his small strike group, barely managing to hold them at bay. Where were his allies?

“Commander B45, I took the liberty of leaving my forces to die while you refrained from any offensive maneuvers. I hope that you are content for suffering the same fate as my strike group has.”

The Commander cursed, watching as his green blips slowly disappeared one by one.

“Ensign, order the retreat of the Battlecruiser.”

“Sir, our Battlecruiser does not have a hyperspace module.”

The Commander cursed again, in his rush, he allowed his precious Battlecruiser to engage the enemy without means to withdraw. Knowing he would need some defenses, he commissioned the construction of stationary turrets to hold off the incoming attack wave as he created more strike craft. An alarm sounded, it was the hyperspace sensors array, and multiple capital ships had just arrived from the other side of the battle ground. Caught unprepared, the Commander watched helplessly as his carriers and shipyards were torn into floating pieces of debris by ion beams similar the ones he employed. Down to his flagship, it was an exercise in futility, since there were no major weapons systems aboard. In a desperate attempt to escape, he tried to escape through hyperspace before another message was heard.

“Entering hyperspace inhibitor field, hyperspace interrupted.”

The Commander only managed a grimace before his ship exploded.

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Back in iRC, there was a message flashing on the screen.

TealKick | GG CB45 and Merry Christmas