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(fleet positions something like this:
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// transmission start //
”Brothers, we’re glad you’ve heeded our call. Please engage the group closest to you and stop that group from chasing our battlegroup. Don’t allow them to get into close range.”
// transmission end //
The telepathic screeching instilled terror in the ships crew. The bomber pilots, bring close were hit the hardest as some died, their AI taking over control. The ships AI connected to their brain kept them alive and flying.
Most of the battlegroup’s shields were down, now the bulk of the defences were protecting them. Their armour. As they evaded projectile after projectile by using their computers and small profile to make them the hardest possible target, as they tanked bolt after bolt slamming into their advanced armour, they continued their retaliation of nuclear railgun shells and now continuous missile and torpedo fire. The fleets armour was very good at taking hits from energy weapons such as lasers and plasma. However the primal hunter shells were devastating and effective though the fleet prioritized evading them.
The fleet continued backing up as the beasts drew closer. The warpriest with the broken jaw was immediately engaged by the bombers. When they were close enough their torpedoes deployed out of the bay and launched with their payloads all straight into the eye of doom.
”Do you think it would work twice?” Stantine asked his advisor. ”I don’t see any possibility to stop it, said his advisor, ”Maybe some unexpected acceleration?”
”It’s worth trying. Slow passive charge on warp drives please. Transfer the power directed at the lances once they fire.”
The war drives started spinning up as the fleets cruisers opened their gates like jaws as the HMS Fortune had.
”Fire lance volley!”
The blue beams erupted out of their bows as the cruiser fleet unleashed their spinal particles weapons at the second bloodcult warpriest, all of them converging on the same target, warpriest 2’s jaws. More bombers launched converging on the second warpriest.
ONI
One marine and a medic stayed behind to tend to his wounds and bring him out the breach. The marines then continued down the path of were the enemies had come from.
ONI
The escort destroyers launched shuttles that eventually land in the hangars if the great cruiser.
Out of the shuttle steps the director of naval weapon development, Eylen Catolion, and her escort of 8 marines.
boombox
The comms operator picked up the transmission.
”That’s impossible... Officer!” The officer that was already very excited about finding the SAS came running. ”What now?”
”They claim to be the GSR. Listen.” The transmission plays. ”That’s impossible. Identify those ships!”
”They are GSR designs, sir.”
”Very well. Transfer it over to the Gladius.”
// transmission start //
”Greetings brother. Unfortunately due to the last wars result, which you should be familiar with, you need to go through an extremely long and complicated process of scanning your bodies and your ships to enter our borders. This meeting needs to be digital.”
// transmission end //