[Rihannsu Space]
The SNR J`Tol banks hard away from its vengeance. The fordeck of a
D`Jin novas in her wake. Collateral damage passes, like seconds, as the
other Ra`Kalens shriek, war set, out of cloak.
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Pranara secured the access terminal that she was working on and
made her way to the exit hatch. Putting her weight behind it, she tried to open it, but the hatch wouldn't open. She accessed the manual overide, and used her body weight to ram it open, which caused a bulk head that was leaning against the door to collapse opening the door suddenly. Pranara came flying out, landing on the Oira's floor while hitting her head from an over hanging conduit.
She shook her head, as the headache that she already had was
worse. She stood up looking around, as she shut the Jeffrey's tube entrance. Pranara had not realized what had happened till she saw in front of her what was the Oira which was now deserted and trashed.
Except the noise from the ship itself, and the occasional
screech of ripped metal, she couldn't hear any humanoid voices. Though she couldn't hear or see much, little own think due the throbbing pain in her head, and she sauntered to the nearest wall unit to remove a Med kit. Finding a general pain killer, and injecting herself with the hypo
spray, she removed the tricorder to scan for any life signs, She did not.
Summing up the wounds of the dead, it came clear to her that the ship had previously been boarded, and she began to wonder to how long she had been unconscious for. Suddenly Pranara had to grip the nearest station, though not usable for she was nearly knocked off balance for the Ship rocked with weapons fire. Her head ache begin to clear, and she had wondered that the terminal she fixed had any effect of the ships shields.
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Riding pure knowledge - fully jacked into the ship's neural network - Raith senses all that his squadron is doing. A hollow laugh, the maddening sort, would have belted out of his lungs were he on his ship. As he was not, the commander kept an ice cold professional attitude. He almost smiled, the third ship reporting planetary defense grids seeming to have all ready been destroyed on the surface, almost...
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"Computer is there anyone apart from me, still alive on board."
She ordered as she walked briskly around the bridge for a station that was at least usable. She cleared the debris of it, and broke open an access terminal from its side before ripping wiring out, and making a few changes. some minutes later, she had Helm and Tactical. while there was no response from the computer with her inquiry. Darn, she said audibly, as she hit the side of the station with her fists in frustration. She twisted more writing, pulling out her hand suddenly from an electrical burn. Looked at it, and dismissed as she Managed to reroute ops through the station as well.
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Fighters swarm, like hornets, their green tendril energy stings tracing the ship's arch. The J`Tol pulls hard to port, pulling so many 'G's that the crew can feel it through internal dampening. At .99 C, the ship banks 90/90 down and starboard, instantly throwing the pursuit off target.
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She stood up from kneeling on the floor and accessed the flickering
lcars, as the damage report came in though in bits an pieces. Great she
spoke out sarcastically. Pushing a heap of buttons on the lcars, trying to improve the situation. The best she could was get shields to 40 percent, Next she worked on was trying to get ships sensors, and found that the ship was being towed. bearing in mind, that she was doing this work, while the ship was undergoing weapons fire. She wanted to get to also get the disruptors on-line, and the cloak. Though the ship was on emergency power. Help would have been helpful.
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The commander failed this time - his face faltered - and he smiled. He
had learned one thing in that human game of chess they had been playing: make every defense an attack at the same time and vice-versa. Two K`Sejnik class destroyers were about to appreciate this little tidbit, as they had been perfectly in line with the J`Tols evasion coarse. Turbo disruptors raked across the small ships' shields and, as the lithe Ra`Kalen dove between them, hulls breached and vacuum rushes to embrace the fallen.
Never ones to quit, A D`Kazanka pounds relentlessly on the J`Tol's
upper shields. Though out gunning anything in the quadrants with its
forward facing weapons, the Ra`Kalens were still relatively weak in full 360 spherical fire. The `Kazanka took full advantage of this, slugging the ship with every second it had. The J`Tol yanked back, throwing its massive sub-C engines in full reverse, and drops to almost stationary in less than a healthy distance. Not capable of matching the maneuver, the larger cruiser continues its bludgeoning and arches off to port. In spite, the fighters return...
The fighters are scattered - a quantom torp erupting in the middle
of their formation. A kalen class ship pulls, al beit a bit jerkily,
beside the J`Tol.
The old ship is back to fight....
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