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"Bring us in closer to the enemy fleet!"

"Aye sir!"

The ID Vessels make a full burn past the broadsides of the VWP fleet, getting in much closer than before as 'lon munitions tear through the cruiser, a handful of guns destroyed and a small subsection of the ship totally dysfunctional, fires being fought by the crew and internal systems alike, the weak armour of the ID vessels not putting up much resistance, with APS and Shield systems doing a majority of the work.

The ID ships begin another huge volley into the destroyer, Railguns and Fusion cannons alike being fired en-masse towards the 'Lon vessel, autocannons on the escort firing with their incessant pop-pop-pop as the bright flames of engines shove the vessels forwards through space, the small fleets passing each other, broadsides opening up as the bright lights of CIWS streak through the stars, crashing against 'lon projectiles in bids to protect the dominion vessels as plasma shields continue sending up their small waves of defensive barriers.

Infil Team

"Shi-"
Charlie stumbles backward in surprise, their hands waving around as they search for their gun, just to see it disassembled in front of him.

The Rest of the squad aims their guns at F2, as Alpha calls out to them
"You! I don't know if you can understand me, but we need to Go! We're getting you out of here"

She waves her hand behind her, motioning for F2 to follow them, as charlie cautiously begins to collect the pieces to his gun, warily looking up at the 'lon in the cell

ZendikaroftheWest
(I'm going to ignore that, since all of that post is just you ignoring damages. Also, the laser fire was directed at Brank's ships.)

Centarian
(That's... not how things work. https://discord.gg/TnKC6gPHt7)

Brank
By now the VSA shields were all but depleted, only offering small bursts of protection here and there to stop the oncoming onslaught. Bringing the smaller caliber weaponry into play proved to be a largely fruitless endeavour, since the only places they could pierce through the strong plating were where larger guns had already punched through and weakened the armour, whatever lied beyond likely already rendered inoperable. Granted, said big guns found greater success at the closer ranges, however one could not help but wonder if the risk was worth it, given the outcome. At these ranges, the inaccuracies that plagued the older railcannons' of the VSA ships were almost completely eliminated, bringing a new hail of tungsten crashing down on the ID hulls. In particular, the primary turrets and the areas surrounding them were targeted. Neither side would escape this broadside unscathed, as the explosions wracking both clearly displayed, but who would emerge worse for wear...

Wordlessly, Y2 leant back and fell from the girder, gracefully falling through the hangar, before flipping around at the last moment, landing on her feet with loud clang. The impact left the floor looking like someone had gone on a joyride with a jackhammer at it for hours, yet the Qunit was no worse for wear and seemed to not even acknowledge it. Though none besides Charlie even noticed it, as she passed him, a message in perfect Arial font was scratched onto the corner of his visor, simply reading "Hi : )". She walked over to Alpha expectantly, the whirr of internal motors barely audible.

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In the midst of the chaos, a small transport begins to make its way towards the Freighter, waiting with its visual cloaking field as it matches the speed and heading of the 'lon freighter. As the squad approach the designated exfill zone, the transport docks itself to the airlock and a pair of shadow-marines begin to cut through the closed airlock, alerting the ship to it's arrival

Charlie lets out another slight yelp, a bit nervewracked with how the Qunit was toying with him, but he did his best not to show it and simply grabbed his gun and returned to the rest. The squad guided F12Y2 to the transport, where Alpha pulls out a small holopad and shows it to Y2 briefly, the image on it showing the route to the transport of which had docked with the freighter. They arrived after some time, and the squad gets on save for Charlie, who stays with Y2 until they enter the craft. The pilot readies the thrusters to shoot off the moment they undock, plotting a course to the Infiltrator as they wait.

The Ships continue getting ravaged by the VSA craft, tungsten ripping armour away and destroying another main gun on the ship, the armour being pulled away and shredded as the ID ship's burn begins pushing them back away from the enemy fleet, the broadside peeling them away after the short exchange, leaving both sides more decimated than before. With word of the asset nearly being ready to go, the hyperdrives begin to charge up, including that of the infiltrator, of which uses one of its multitude of supercapacitors to fire up all its systems to maximum, speeding up the hyperdrive's charge as it makes its presence known, torpedoes locked and ready to fire on the freighter as soon as the transports are away

Brank
Much to the terror of the ID Captains, the bruised and battered hull of the destroyer began swinging around, the fact it could even move anymore was astonishing. Now firmly on the offensive, every still operational turret adorning the vessel began raining hell on the engines of its retreating foes.

Irritated by the dispersal of the projected shields, F13Y1 instead opted for a return to established weaponry. The thin blades idly flying by her Taroka quickly snapped around, rapidly closing the distance to the cruiser. They danced among the stars, apparently having no regard for momentum or inertia as they weaved between CIWS fire and intercepting munitions, eventually crashing into the shields in one spot in an effort to punch right through.

ZendikaroftheWest
The squadron of Tarokas almost effortlessly evaded the retaliatory unguided defensive bursts from the Gamilas ships, the sum total damage amounting to a light grazing of the armour on one. However, by now they had completely expended their ASM payloads. While wondering how to proceed, their answer came in the form of another of the corvettes. The ship with the crippled engines had been devastated by the combined fire of the ID and Gamilas vessels, however its sister ship had escaped relatively unscathed. It now charged the Gamilas' ships, a last ditch hail mary, though a worthy adversary all the same. Its missile racks remained largely intact and quickly made use of that fact, a swarm of deadly munitions streaking from the hull, the sheer volume of which outnumbering any volley launched in the battle thus far. To make matters worse, the kiting Taroka began providing additional guidance, the missiles behaving as a coherent barrage that flew to distract CIWS as much as possible.

Charlie could hear his own heartbeat as they waited for the signal, his mind racing to convince himself he wasn't in any danger. The noise of straining metal snapped his gaze to the walls, which were apparently bending and buckling of their own volition. His cargo was nowhere to be seen, though he wasn't sure whether that made the situation more or less terrifying. Again that perfect print-like inscription across his visor began appearing, this time drawing something. He quickly recognised it as blueprints, and specifically those of the very suit he was wearing, to a scary degree of accuracy. Once the details themselves were done, the inscribing switched to showing all of the weaknesses in the design, every location it could easily be pierced, or where application of high amounts of force would pulverise any flesh within. It kept on going, specifying at least 37 such spots in great detail, only stopping when the visor itself cracked from the rapid scraping away of its material. There she was, her face less than a foot from his, seemingly surprised at the interruption to her scratching. It also became apparent to Charlie that all of this had been done with just one of her talons, the highly sharp instrument now pressed firmly at the epicenter of the fracture. A wry smile played across her face as she inspected her handiwork.

Soundbust11
As the corvette closes, the commander smiles.
''A bold move. I see they have a disciple of domel among them.”
He turns to his weapon officer.
“Doshu Megovia. Al Darbam.”
“But sir! The capacito-
“Do it.”
The battleship makes a hard turn, its bow now pointing toward the second cruiser. Suddenly, a beam streaks from its bow, reflecting off first one, then the other cruiser, impacting on the corvette. The cruisers begin firing missiles and torpedoes, streaking toward the corvette. However, they do not redirect their positron beam fire, instead continuing to barrage the destroyer. As the missiles close, point defense mounts fire, beams of energy streaking toward the missiles. On all of the garmillas ships, hatches open, and interception missiles streak toward them. Even through this, about half of the missiles streak through, smashing into the gamilas ships. The cruisers sustain medium damage, but most of their portside point defense and missile ports are destroyed. The battleship sustains relatively lighter damage, except for one of the 280mm positron cannons being destroyed.

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Charlie is utterly horrified. He lets out a loud mix between a scream and a yelp as he tenses up, his muscles squeezing as he backs up the best he can. When Y2 finally stops charlie is simply shaking silently as his visor is cracked, her talon pressing at it. He lays there for a moment before Alpha calls out for him to get up, and walks over, placing her hand on Y2's shoulder in a gesture of 'get in the ship' as she gets to Charlie, pulling him up and bringing him onto the Transport. Once Y2 finally decides to get on, the transport disconnects and begins to quickly fly away. It begins its trek to the Infiltrator and sets down heavily inside the hangar.

Moonlight Dancer - Bridge
"Sir, Team is onboard the Infiltrator!"

"Fire frontal weapons on the transport, drop interdiciton, and get us OUT OF HERE NOW!"

"Sir Yes SIR!"

Quickly, the frontal weapons fire a volley at the freighter, torpedoes loosing from the Infiltrator as the ships all collectively jump to hyperspace, a rumbling shake as metal is sheared off and an explosion in the lower decks of the Dancer as a railgun slug hits dead on. Missiles from Y3 tore guns off of the ship and destroyed an ammo hold, rendering the ship unable to fight, but the trio of ships finally made it away...

Hangar of the Unseen Legend

Quickly the transport's doors open up and a team arrives to retrieve F12Y2, a squadron of Marines. Ada turns to her team.

"Charlie, Bravo. You two go with them and the asset."

Charlie instantly protests
"But ma'am-"

"Corporal Silva, I ordered you to escort Yagdra 2."

"..."
He stands there for a moment.
"Yes ma'am..."

The Quartet of Soldiers begin to escort Y2 elsewhere, as Bravo and Charlie follow them along.

Brank
By nature as a military use vessel, the transport was equipped with a handful of CIWS and other defensive measures, thus was able to deal with the worst of the torpedo strike, only suffering minor damage to an engine section. The Destroyer stood in barely better condition than its foes; many banks of weapons completely sheared off, large chunks of armour missing, and several fires raging within, though the latter was being dealt with. One of the corvettes had been rendered salvage by the combined OBP assault, unable to move or fight, and lifeboats streaming out of its hull.

ZendikaroftheWest
The beam impacted the side of the corvette, and punched deep into its hull, knocking it slightly off course and damaging the engines. With what little power it had left, the corvette enabled full burn and started rapidly closing at the nearest cruiser. All guns were blazing, and it became apparent this was a collision course.

Just before the marines arrived, Charlie bore witness to an event he could only hope he'd never retell. A pair Vaiaelon soldiers in superheavy power armour rounded a corner. This chassis was the kind designed to storm entire bunkers with just a handful of them, equipped with a pair of 51mm autocannons, a back mounted 116mm AT cannon, and armour thick enough to shrug off both. Both parties froze for a heartbeat, before the troops brought their autocannons around to bear. Charlie naturally ducked for cover, but only a few shots rang out before a new nightmare was carved into his retinas. His cargo once again disappeared from view, only for one of the soldiers erupted in a shower of blood and gore. At this point it's worth mentioning she had been in the nude the entire time, no armour or weapons of her own, yet there she was, ripping several tons of pack-steel in half and a soldier along with it, all with her bare hands. The remaining troop wasted no time in attempting to drive an armoured fist right through her skull. She effortlessly shifted her head to the side, and instead his gauntlet punctured the walls of the ship as though they were paper. He swung again, but this time she caught the crushing attack in one hand, almost ignoring the occurrence. Several dozen gigantic blades emerged from her flesh, glistening in the LED glow of the corridor, and quickly turning the caught punch into several slices of cut meat. The soldier could only scream as he was chopped to pieces, and the corridor received a lovely new crimson paint job, a few droplets of blood splattering onto Charlie's visor. When all was said and done, she contentedly walked back over to Charlie. She stood there a moment, before spitting out a whole polished vertebrae, and giving him a full toothy smile.

Once again to Charlie's dismay, she was far more behaved and restrained in the presence of his superiors. She followed the soldiers futifully, though Charlie could swear one of her eyes was tracking him, and even thought he caught her smirking at one point.

Brank
She saw it all. Even the subtlest of movements were not free from her scrutiny. From a passing expression to an involuntary twitch of some muscle, F12Y2 noticed every single impulse of every human she walked past. It was a shame then that she hadn't refreshed her human physiology data lately; if she had then she might've actually understood any of what she was seeing. Instead she took the moment to reassemble the entirety data herself, a little pastime as they crossed the last dozen or so meters towards the door. This one was clearly exhibiting fear, at least, it better be fear given what they just watched. In any case it was clearly an extreme response... good. This other one however seemed to be intent on examining her, perhaps they seeked knowledge not unlike herself? Though that gaze... she knew of that one, perhaps these humans were in season?

Alas, her pondering was not so abruptly brought to a close as they reached the door. The sound of the metal bulkhead opening prevented her from indulging in her thoughts as much, as from her own perspective she heard a kettle boiling over for several days. She couldn't blame the humans too much, they couldn't hear those higher frequencies their machines created, nor for as long as she did, though perhaps it was time to reintroduce that isolated code...

She rolled her eyes when the crudely written Karrashta began displaying on the screen, completely lacking the refined geometric solutions the proper language is based off of. Before the important looking human was done even saying his first syllable, she got to work, hopping down to pry at the holotable. It didn't take her long to access the device and locate the database responsible for the translating, quickly purging what was there and updating it with her own knowledge, while also taking the opportunity to download an updated file on Galactic Standard. By the time any "security systems" caught up with her she had done her work, and effortlessly shoved them aside, but not before leaving herself a few viral backdoors, just in case. All that any of the humans saw of this interaction was the Qunit flickering out of existence for a moment, an access panel shooting off the holotable and whizzing over Silva's shoulder, and the bridge was suddenly inundated with notifications of major security breaches.

She mentally sighed to herself as she prepared to converse. It had been several years since she'd used her throat muscles this way after all. The dilation code would take time to reintegrate as well, so she'd have to pronounce every syllable over several days of her own time. When she did finally speak, it was with a heavy but alien accent, and at a fast but still understandable pace.
F: "Any name I was given or gave myself has been lost to me. You may call me what I am; F12Y2, if it pleases you."

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Simply sighing and paying little attention to the Vialaeon's meddling with the system, and offered a prompt and intentionally quick-spoken response.

"Very well then, Y2, It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Lower-Admiral Couldri. I hear your code is damaged forcing you to percieve time at a far slower pace than normal beings?" he asked, before continuing on. "And I do hope the Marines whom extracted you did not cause much trouble."

"Speaking of them..."
He looked between Silva and Adeline- aka Bravo- both barely paying attention for varying and different reasons, and caught their attention.
"As mentioned to the rest of your squad through text-based messaging, as well as the ship's high command.. Taros is Gone. Dissapeared in an instant. As of now, we're under the command of Specialized Warfare Admiral 'Mahendrik Thyti Vakorian'. Your vessel will be heading to meet up with the rest of the Flotilla he commands, and Y-2 will be escorted to one of the capital ships for housing and more detailed conversation. May the Almighty Guide us," he spoke solemly, nodding his head once.

As he said this, the vessel lurched violently, and dropped into hyperspace, the floor now softly shaking for a moment after the jump, people outside the doors chatting amongst one another.

Charlie and Bravo both offered a salute to Couldri, and his face dropped and dissapeared.

"Well, fuck." said Charlie first, grip loosened on his rifle as he shook his head.

"Seems we're on our own. Hopefully Mahendrik doesnt turn out to be some genocidal asshole," responded Bravo, leaning against a wall and putting her rifle away, peering between Y2 and Charlie.

"Yeah, hope so." Charlie replied, his eyes cautiously averting from the Vaiaelon and instead towards Bravo.

"Can she understand us..?"

"Hell if I know..."

Brank
The living weapon was actually mildly offended by the Low Ardmiral's sudden departure. She then went on to consider that he was probably more than busy with the apparent disappearance of his homeworld, though a slight apology wouldn't hurt. Subsequently, she went on to ponder the value systems living beings tend to create, a way of compartmentalising and entire reality that is often as convoluted as it is intertwined. She almost pitied those with so little time to think, yet at the same time was envious of them. All of these vast philosophical questions ran through her mind in the same time it took Charlie's heart to complete half a beat.

She quickly turned to Silva when he'd asked his question, choosing to indulge in a little more torment, again speaking in that heavily accented tone.
Y2: "I understand more about you than you understand about yourself, human."
By turning to Silva, she inadvertently turned her back (or more accurately rear) to Adeline, providing the briefest of opportunities for them to satiate their curiosity for now.
Y2: "Now then... I imagine there is somewhere for me to stay until we arrive at the rest of your Flotilla, no?"

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Silva flinched and cringed his teeth, pulling back a couple steps, forcing himself to not reach for his weapon. Behind Y2, Adeline laughed and shook her head.

"Silv', if she wanted to kill us, we'd have been dead the minute we opened her containment, you realize that, right? Loosen up, dude."

"Yeah, Yeah. Sure." replied Charlie, a forced, slight smile on his face.

"We've got spare rooms, yeah," said Ade', turning to face the hulking Vialaeon. "We can lead you to rooming decks, dunno how any of it will fit you, though; designed for humans and all that."

Bravo turned towards the door and tapped the open key, nodding for the two to follow her. Silva did so hesitantly, waiting for Y2 to pass him up. They walked for quite some time, even for the humans who saw time at a 'normal' pace. They went through various hallways, and up an elevator or two before they arrived at their so-called destination, a berthing deck for crews, an empty spare room or two near the end of the hall. Ade nodded to Silv, and he opened the room, stepping back and letting Y2 peer in.

It was basic, simple, and quite cramped from her perspective. The bed had clean, grey sheets on it. There was a desk off to the side with a simple holoscreen projector built into it, a small switch on it, half-green half-red, and currently flipped to the red side, presumably 'off' when using context. The desk had a chair that was far too small for her, and would even be deemed uncomfortable by human standards. There was a set of drawers holding clothes and other items that a human soldier may need that they wouldnt already have. Finally, a small table sat beside the bed with a basic, cheap lamp, and an empty shelf hanging above it.

"Here we go. This'll be where you stay 'till we arrive at the flotilla. Have fun, big girl," chuckled Bravo, letting a mock salute and walking back down towards the elevator, Charlie in tow behind her.