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@HMS-Hood
”Negative. Our archives are in ruins. We have lost knowledge of this forgotten world,” he started to sound excited, ”Tell me, how great was the British empire.”
@Gaunt
/Comms
”No, I do not mind. Go ahead.”
@ONI
The soldiers jumped out of the firing line, taking cover, or just getting out of the door way. They tossed in two grenades that erupted into light once the fire subsided. It caused a sharp pain, though it hadn’t appeared to have exploded conventionally in a way that would damage the ship. The light was so blinding and smoke filled the room. The noise the grenades made made their ears ring loudly. Confusion. Then gunfire erupted. Streaks of yellow cut through the air towards the hostiles. Through the smoke you could see the glowing visors of the marines.
@Drakador_Chaos
The now sweating Stantine realized the speed of the projectiles. The slower Moonlight cruisers were taking damage, with shields down on one, both the ships reverse engine were hit. Leaving it dead in the water until it could come about and travel forwards.
”I want back energy to our guns. Set nuclear explosive shells. AI?”
estimated 13 minutes until within optimal range
”Target the Bloodcult group heading with the projectile.”
Fire control moved about some holograms and selected the fleet. A green marker appeared on the window before Stantine marking the targeted fleet. This was his favorite part.
within optimal engagement range
”The fleet is responding.”
Stantine out his arms behind his back. He commanded slowly as if he enjoyed every moment of it:
”Open fire.”
The hulking main batteries made quick adjustments until the thunderous noise of a railgun firing went of. Every main batteries massive barrel shooting what appeared to be cyan streaks, which was in reality massive shells fired at impossible speeds on their course to slam into each Bloodcult beast with a tremendous force.
”Fire missiles 14% capacity. Launch starfighters.”
Tiny red lights erupted with trails from the sides of the ships, turning toward the Bloodcult fleet. Nuclear missile volley had been launched. Fighters and bombers in the hangars rolled across the floor and attached to the catapult. Only when you stood next to a Salamander you appreciate the beasts size. The massive blue bomber folded its wings forward. The catapult shot it away. The pilot was pushed back against his seat as he retracted the landing gear and gently turned the ship toward the target. The comms emitted garbled voices.
”Harvester Squadron heading 1-1-2, cruising speed. Target has been verified north-east-east-autem bearing 6-5.”
”Roger that.”
The bombers formed up in formation with the fighters headed to the projectile following group behind the missile volley.