The Battle of Junction
The Battle of Junction
Arc: The Battle of Junction
Summary: The (historic) Battle of Junction
Date: 2658.142
Related Logs: Battle of Junction Briefing
Participants: alec cole dante doyle draygo jenthson kanani paz saint-cloud phillip
< Team 1
< Alec           13bs-2 (plt)        .....   NOR/pass                         
< Chum           Broadsword-5136W (p .....   NOR/pass                         
< Cole           13bs-3 (plt)        X....   NOR/pass                         
< Doyle          221FS-1 (plt)       .....   NOR/pass                         
< Draygo         221FS-5 (plt)       .....   NOR/pass                         
< Frolic         Broadsword-2743D (p .....   NOR/pass                         
< Jenthson       1087fs-1 (plt)      .....   NOR/pass                         
< Kanani         221fs-7 (plt)       .....   NOR/pass                         
< Phillip        1087FS-4 (plt)      .....   NOR/pass                         
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< Team 2
< Dralthi1       Dralthi-7665Y (plt) .....   NOR/pass                         
< Dralthi2       Dralthi-6265Y (plt) .....   NOR/pass                         
< Dralthi3       Dralthi-6365Y (plt) .....   NOR/pass                         
< Dralthi4       Dralthi-1365Y (plt) .....   NOR/pass                         
< Grikath1       Grikath-1982K (plt) .....   NOR/pass                         
< Grikath2       Grikath-8482K (plt) .....   NOR/pass                         
< Sartha-1       Sartha-4688V (plt)  .....   NOR/pass                         
< Sartha-2       Sartha-0788V (plt)  .....   NOR/pass                         
< Sartha-3       Sartha-5188V (plt)  .....   NOR/pass                         
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< Team 3
< Dante          TCS Majestic (pas)  .....   NOR/pass                         
< Saint-cloud    TCS Majestic (plt)  .....   BAN/pass                         
< TCS Ball's BlufGettysburg-7083Y (p .....   BAN/pass                         
< TCS Honour     Yorktown-4721J (plt .....   BAN/pass                         
< TCS Joan D'arc Exeter-8269P (plt)  .....   BAN/pass                         
< TCS Pugilist   Venture-1559A (plt) .....   BAN/pass                         
< TCS Tyson      Venture-1947O (plt) .....   OUT/pass                         
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< Team 4
< Fralthi1       Fralthi-2463G (plt) .....   NOR/pass                         
< Fralthi2       Fralthi-2863G (plt) .....   NOR/pass                         
< Kamekh1        Kamekh-3369Q (plt)  .....   NOR/pass                         
< Kamekh2        Kamekh-7069Q (plt)  .....   NOR/pass                         
< Ralari1        Ralari-6018R (plt)  .....   NOR/pass                         
< Ralari2        Ralari-8118R (plt)  .....   NOR/pass                         
< Ralari3        Ralari-7818R (plt)  .....   NOR/pass                         
< Snakeir        Snakeir-3276C (plt) .....   NOR/pass                        
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< Observers/NPCMasters: 
< Raine

It appears on sensors before becoming visible to the naked eye, and with each vessel revealed, it becomes clear. The Kilrathi really want the Junction system, and it's critical array of jump points. Carrier Battlegroup 13's luck is made evident as the formation is on final approach for perhaps the largest naval engagement to occur since New Constantinople. If they had not located this force, they would be on the defensive against a far larger foe on its terms, rather than attacking on the Confederation's own.

The central figure of the Kilrathi battlegroup is a fat-bodied Snakeir-class Carrier, home to almost twice the birds that Majestic herself can put into the air, and surrounding her, lending support to her defense, are three Fralthi-class vessels. A total of five Ralari-class destroyers are in escort positions, along with a skirmish line of four Kamekh-class torpedo boats. It is a hearty force with which to resist an already depleted 13th Carrier Battlegroup.

From the void, a large formation of human starfighters appear, nearly forty of them, to be precise. A collection of extremely old-model Scimitars, and Broadswords. But they are armed, and heading toward the formation with what speed they can muster. The Kilrathi CAP is already en route to engage, while yet more starfighters begin to scramble into space to meet this new threat. The human ships' formation is somewhat sloppy, and their maneuvers do -not- come with military precision, but they do engage. One of the Fralthi, a pair of the Kamekhs, and two of the Ralari break away from the Snakier to engage the Junction Militia, while the rest of the fleet begins to redeploy to turn their guns in that direction. The human target is clear: The vulnerable troop transports, and tankers lying within the battlegroup, and already, weapons fire is filling the void, and ships on both side are dying. The Battle of Junction has begun.

From afar, 'slingshotting around the sun' doesn't look nearly as dramatic and cool as it sounds. Even aboard the ships, it's just some hull rattling and shaking. But the 13th Carrier Battlegroup absolutely rockets around Junction's burning sun, moving at a relative speed far faster than it deserves to go. Clearly the crew will need some radiation pills if they don't need funerals. It's single file, one ship after another with the exception of the TCS Tyson, which is, oddly enough, nowhere to be seen in the lineup. The Majestic's gun turrets stand ready, as do that of each ship in the fleet.

On the bridge, Dante sits in his command chair, hat on his head and cigar burning bright. He reaches for the comms. "All decks, report in. Fire Control." "Fire Control ready." "Engineering." "Engineering ready." "Damage Control." "Damage Control Ready." "Deck." "Deck Ready." "Major Jenthson. Report preparedness. Medical, check in. Let's give these bastards a what for."

Snug in the cockpit of his borrowed Rapier, Pip glances across his VDUs, tapping on his keypad just long enough to filter through status reports from various squadrons aboard the Majestic, and her escorts. «Launch procedures will begin just as soon as hit the IP, Boss.»> That's the extent of the Major's preparedness report, because they're just about to hit that initial point, and his Rapier is the first in his tube. Gloves hands flex, and he flips over to the Wing's frequency. «<We'll be launching from a carrier moving faster than she's designed to move, pilots. Grab your asses, and hang on. Pip, out.»>

From over the star's northern plane dives the Majestic, coming at the fleet like a sword, cutting through the sun's light it had been using to obscure itself as best as possible. At the helm plot in front of The Wall, thick fingers flying over his tactical and navigation consoles, Saint-Cloud sends commands to the actual physical helmsman. He guides them with nearly arcane mathematics turned into visualized information of the intersecting points of near space objects, gravity, and other such datum. It is a LOT of information to sift through and then not only utilize here but send to the fleet. "Stay on course at Zero Three Two Degrees," he calls out to the helm. "Bring our pitch down four degrees.. We want the lowest profile possible!" He swipes the controls and starts running his targeting filter to weed out marks in the plethora of targets and looks at Dante "We are in the cone, sir."

« Right. Remember, we're gunning for the big bitch as soon as we're out. » Cole reports to the bomber squadron from where he's seated at the controls of his Broadsword. He flexes his injured hand a little, wincing slightly at the stiffness of the motion inside his glove, before shaking his head a little and dismissing the concern from his thoughts. « Follow me in, and lay 'em in accurate. Having somewhere to land depends on us. »

Stiletto FS221-1 spearheads those from the Illuminati escort group, the first of the Stilettos in the tube awaiting launch. Within that cockpit is 1LT Doyle "Stix" O'Connor, his expression firmly set, his breathing steady and calm beneath the heavy helmet. Hand holds the stick, fingers tight around it, strained white beneath black gloves. Gaze flicks down to the radar. That's a hell of a lot of red blips. He swallows, looking out to the sea of stars before him and the rippling weapon fire that exchanges in the distance, past the deck-shield leading to deep space. Missiles leave heated trails, explosions light up the void. Doyle takes a deep breath, eyes closing for the briefest of moments, before they open and he keys his comm, local channel set. «Keep it tight, 221st, and keep your channels open.» A beat. «We're with you, Voodoo. What do you say we sink a Snakier and be home for dinner?»

Dante nods sourly. "Good." "13th Battlegroup. Report in." "TCS Ball's Bluff Control reporting in." "TCS Honor Control reporting in. TCS Joan D'arc Control reporting in." "TCS Pugilist Control reporting in." And then there's the odder one: "TCS Tyson. Plan is green. We are en-route." Dante nods, "Battle stations." and then he grabs the radio for the Majestic, "TCS Majestic. This is your captain speaking. Battle stations. Battle stations. 13th Carrier Group, prepare to rally."

Strapped into his cockpit securely, Kell silently waits for the 'go' orders to come through and his turn to shoot out of the Majestic's launch tube. He does take a moment to pull out a small photograph out of a pocket and glance at it, a picture of his military parents, which he idly gazes over for a few seconds. He then decides to set it against the sloped canopy of his ship, above and to the side of his HUD. As an update comes in, the young Lieutenant quickly scans over his fighter status checklist one more time, making sure everything is green and good to go. He knows the flight crew always keeps his fighter in top shape when they can and his faith in them is unshakeable. Kell will also need to borrow some paint as well as he had an idea on what to do for his nose art but that can wait.

«Beagle here. Following your lead, Voodoo.» Alec clenches the flight stick, white-knuckled under his flight gloves. His eyes flick over the cockpit instruments, making urgent last-minute checks, fiddling with settings, running through the soon-to-come manic first seconds in his head, clearing his mind. "Great idea, McGrath," he mutters to himself. "Fight the good fight. Jesus…"

Kanani waits for the call to launch as she sits in the small cockpit of her fighter, and looks over all the displays to make sure everything's working fine. Once she's certain everything is in good working order, she readies herself for the upcoming launch and fight, settling into the seat just a bit,

Iceblade sits in his Rapier, last in the line to launch for the 1087th squadron. He sits back and lets out a sigh, closing his eyes briefly to collect his thoughts and focus his senses. As he opens his eyes, he makes a few final adjustments and checks before sitting his hands in their proper locations. Iceblade is settled in and ready for a fight. A fight he hopes to win and return from. The first all-out fleet combat action he will face and hopefully not the last. This is the first time he must defend so many people, the first time he must protect his home-base from destruction, the first time he must protect people he so dearly cares out, his thoughts actually jump to Paz and Sandra above others. He checks in with a calm voice and still expression, «Iceblade here, reporting all green.» Iceblade is ready.

The Junction System Militia's fight is going far better than could be hoped for, in truth. Only a handful of their ships have been destroyed, and at least three Lumbari drift broken, spilling troops and supplies into space. It has also managed to -fully- grab the attention of the Kilrathi, as they continue to send the majority of their starfighters, and escorts to engage the non-military pilots. The arrival of Majestic and her battlegroup take the Kilrathi by surprise. It will give the men and women of the 13th Carrier Battle Group a chance to do some real damage, before exposed to much danger, themselves. The time to launch is near. Once launched, a number of Kilrathi fighters are in the vicinity of the Majestic, as are a pair of Ralari-class destroyers, and two Kamekh's.

Dante snarls, "Jenthson, now would be the time" and then grabs the radio for the rest of the battlegroup. "Ignore the corvettes and go directly for the destroyers. Designation Kilo Delta Delta Alpha and Kilo Delta Delta Bravo. Watch the deck, estimating flak ring at eight thousand clicks." The 13th battlegroup swings into action, using the enormous momentum generated by the slingshot effect to maximum advantage. The Honour immediately begins launching starfighters, batteries facing any enemy fighter that looks likely to come near it. Guns on every deck of every ship burst into action, turning the black void of space into a literal laser lightshow the likes of which will probably burn into the mind of every pilot who survives it. It's the stuff PTSD is made from. The TCS Pugilist bravely flies directly in on Fralthi1, while the other, larger ships maneuver themselves, hoping for a slaughter, rather than a pounding match. "All ships report in." "We're go." "Go." "Go." "Go." "Go." "TCS Tyson moving into position. ETA two one seconds." The Battle of Junction has begun.

The Majestic goes from being a sword of light to being a sword of flame, burning bright as it's spews forth it's fighters in a storm of fire and it's weapons come online and start scattering photons across near space in a pulsing blaze. Saint-Cloud grits his teeth as he orders a change in yaw to try and squeeze their profile against the plots of incoming fire and fighters even thinner. "Bring us to three oh four by oh one nine mark twelve and light up everything in our path. We are The Blade, gentleman.. Time to spay and neuter."

«<And, the greenlight is lit!»> The second that Control gives the fighters' clearance for launch, Pip's punching the throttle, and riding the steel cat free of Majestic into the storm of friendly fire. The Majestic appears to spit fire, as its tubes begin to rapidly empty every active fighter from the carrier, all forming up into squadrons with a precision rarely seen amongst such chaos.

A crisp English accent intones over the 27ths TacNet. «<Tally-ho, 27th. I repeat Tally-ho»> Weapons are free for the Majestic's fighter wing, and the Major is quick to take advantage of the lull. He dives straight in on the nearest Kamekh, since that bitch has torpedoes, and is likely going to be rearing to use them, just as soon as it finishes maneuvering into position. «<Voodoo. Pip. Do a gent a favor. Kiss that fat bitch for me, please.»> A grin, and he's full-throttle, afterburner glowing, tearing-ass for the bridge of the enemy torpedo boat, releasing an IR missile with just enough time for it to arm, and lock, and then rocketing toward the slow-to-respond starfighters enroute. «<Do try and keep up, IceBoy.»> Humour floods the comm, to his rookie wingman. All of the stress of the previous briefing has left the old-stick.

Swoosh… WHUMP. Ahh, the lovely little jarring feeling of clearing the carrier's launch tubes, making the break from atmosphere to vacuum. Cole's bomber swings around hard as it moves clear from the Majestic, moving out of the way of the launches to follow. His eyes immediately flicker to his radar, taking in a glance at the situation. « Voodoo to bombers. Audible. Through the escorts, one torpedo only, then press to the Snakier. Voodoo has lead Kamekh, Beagle has the trailing one. Frolic on the portside Ralari, Chum on the starboard. Aim for the bridge. Let's lop off some heads. »

The order to launch comes, and Doyle turns his helmeted head to watch the deck officer as he gestures wildly with his neon baton. Without even thinking about it, Doyle slams the throttle forward as he rockets into space, clearing the bay shield and tearing straight into the fray of the battle. His cockpit rattles violently with the extreme speeds, his arm shaking against the feedback from the flightstick, and he snaprolls the Stiletto to and fro as Kilrathi fighters weave past his vision. «Light 'em up!» He snaps into his comm, flicking over to his heat-seekers and yanking up on the stick, the wings of his Stiletto groaning as speed is suddenly cut so severely. He pulls into the tail of a reeling Sartha and fires off a heatseeker, diving straight down to avoid any flak and attempt to regroup. «Keep it close with the bombers, don't let anyone through the net!»

Once the order to launch is given, the Stiletto carrying Kanani leaps out of the Majestic like a bat out of hell. «Tsunami here, I'm clear, and ready to go.» She states as in a happy coincidence she finds herself quickly on the tail of one of the Cat's fighters. On getting a lock, she releases a missile, stating calmly. «Fox two.»

Once the go order is given, Kell watches as the fighters waiting in front of him begin to spill out of the launch bay and when it is his turn, his own engines glow bright as his Stiletto picks up speed. He also exits the launch bay in quick order so those behind can have their turn and once out in the depth of space, Razor quickly forms up with his squadron. As orders are quickly given by their squadron leader, he sends back a quick acknowledgement of orders and moves in to engage.

Sticking in close vicinity of the Broadswords from the 13th Squadron, Razor flicks a switch to switch over to Heat Seeker and it doesn't take him long to latch onto the tail of a Kilrathi, a Sartha as well. His sleek and nimble fighter slices through the vacuum and cuts the distance between himself and the Sartha, waiting for the tone to go solid while sticking to the cat's tail. Once one is achieved, Kell depresses the trigger stub on his flight stick, launching his first Heat Seeker.

Alec says, "Nnnnnnnngh!" Alec's voice is a surprised, strangled scream, the pilot unfamiliar with the feeling of a carrier tube launch - let alone the feeling of a tube launch coming on the tail-end of a stellar slingshot. The rattling, stressed Broadsword shoots into the boiling maelstrom, and McGrath fights against the launch velocity to turn into the brewing melee, torpedo lock pinging as his target finder spots the designated Kamekh. «Understood, Voodoo!» he half-yells through teeth locked in a rictus grin, wide-eyed with adrenalin."

Phillip doesn't have to wait long for the launcher to send his fighter free. Soon afterward, Iceblade is rocketing into space and pulling to one side of Jenthson in the seamless and tight formation of the flight wing. «Roger Lead, Iceblade giving the kitty-kats a little present.» Iceblade comms as he follows alongside Jenthson. He sets his guns real quick to neutrons and begins a quick spray of shots to reduce the bomber's shields before switching to IR for a quick lock and shot. With little preamble, Iceblade launches his missile at the sound of the ping and calls in «Fox one.» After launching the IR, he pulls back into formation with Pip.

<COMBAT> Ralari3 passes.
<COMBAT> Draygo attacks Sartha-1 with Heat Seeker - Moderate wound to Controls (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Sartha-3 passes.
<COMBAT> Saint-cloud fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> Saint-cloud attacks Dralthi1 with Heavy Laser - Moderate wound to Nose (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Saint-cloud attacks Dralthi1 with Heavy Laser - Serious wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Dralthi1 - NEAR MISS!
<COMBAT> Saint-cloud attacks Dralthi2 with Heavy Laser but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Saint-cloud attacks Dralthi3 with Heavy Laser but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Saint-cloud attacks Dralthi4 with Heavy Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Saint-cloud attacks Grikath1 with Heavy Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Kanani attacks Sartha-3 with Heat Seeker - Serious wound to Engine (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Kamekh2 passes.
<COMBAT> Kamekh1 passes.
<COMBAT> Jenthson attacks Grikath1 with Image Recognition - Moderate wound to Left Wing (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Grikath2 passes.
<COMBAT> Dralthi3 passes.
<COMBAT> Dante attacks Fralthi2 with Light Am - Serious wound to Engines (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Chum attacks Ralari2 with Torpedo - Moderate wound to Cargo (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> TCS Tyson passes.
<COMBAT> TCS Joan D'arc attacks Fralthi1 with Heavy Am - ARMOR on Hull stops the attack!
<COMBAT> TCS Honour fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> TCS Honour attacks Grikath1 with Heavy Laser - Moderate wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> TCS Honour attacks Grikath1 with Heavy Laser - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> TCS Honour attacks Grikath2 with Heavy Laser but MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Honour attacks Sartha-1 with Heavy Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Honour attacks Sartha-2 with Heavy Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Honour attacks Sartha-3 with Heavy Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Ball's Bluff attacks Fralthi1 with Light Am but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Snakeir passes.
<COMBAT> Sartha-2 passes.
<COMBAT> Sartha-1 passes.
<COMBAT> Ralari2 passes.
<COMBAT> Ralari1 passes.
<COMBAT> Phillip attacks Grikath1 with Image Recognition - Serious wound to Controls (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Grikath1 passes.
<COMBAT> Frolic attacks Ralari1 with Torpedo - Serious wound to Bridge.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Ralari1 - Moderate wound to Left Leg.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Ralari1 - Moderate wound to Left Hand.
<COMBAT> Fralthi2 passes.
<COMBAT> Fralthi1 passes.
<COMBAT> Dralthi4 passes.
<COMBAT> Dralthi2 passes.
<COMBAT> Dralthi1 passes.
<COMBAT> Doyle attacks Sartha-2 with Heat Seeker - Moderate wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Cole attacks Kamekh1 with Torpedo but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Alec attacks Kamekh2 with Torpedo - Critical wound to Bridge (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Kamekh2 - Serious wound to Left Arm.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Kamekh2 - Moderate wound to Abdomen.
<COMBAT> TCS Pugilist attacks Fralthi2 with Torpedo - ARMOR on Hull stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Jenthson has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Dralthi-7665y has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Dralthi1 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Grikath-1982k has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Grikath1 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Kamekh2 has been KO'd!
<OOC> Jenthson says, "Ok. Scene pose upcoming."

The Kilrathi took a hammering in the opening salvos from the Confederation fleet, but it could have been much, much worse. One of the Kamekhs is torn apart by the newest bomber pilot's dead-eye torpedo, gutting the small capital from bridge to arse. While, a Fralthi and a Ralari are not in much better shape, already beginning to drift, though they try to contribute to the fight. As it stands, the Kilrathi are not slow to get their act together, as the remaining capitals, and a handful of newly arrived bombers begin to engage the fleet. All around, fighters from Majestic and Honour begin to engage their Kilrathi counter-parts. The Junction System Militia have neared the end of their own rope, though. The more experienced Kilrathi are simply beginning to win out, and the militia begin to break, having left much of the troop transports intact, to the rear.

The 13th Battlegroup descends upon the Kilrathi fleet, fighting, as ordered by Commodore Claybourne, like dogs. Pilots will immediately find themselves in the middle of a torrential downpour of antimatter and lasers alike. One can probably get killed without anyone actually trying to do so, at this point, the missed shots are just as deadly as the ones that strike. The TCS Ball's Bluff and the Joan D'arc fly broadsides with one of the two Fralthis, slamming shots into the hull and giving the Kilrathi destroyer a pounding it will never forget. The Honour's deck guns tear into several Kilrathi fighters and bombers as well. The radio chatter is telling. "Majestic, we have initiative." "Pugilist, this is the TCS Honour. Please move bearing zero zero nine mark one one." "Pugilist Control here. Copy. Moving on your order. Preparing for launch." Static crosses through the radio link, and Dante smiles to himself, clearly waiting for exactly this. "TCS Tyson." "Tyson here." "You have an opening Tyson. get to it." "On it, sir." The TCS Tyson absolutely -screams- into the scene, the corvette moving at insane speeds and presenting itself as a tactical surprise that the Kilrathi's battleplan, already adapting to the situation, will have no chance to be ready for. It is, as they say, getting free punches. "You are cleared. Let's see what these bastards do."

Saint-Cloud frowns as he tracks his own shots and curses. He retracks, sending updated information to his gun teams, cross coordinating movements, including his own. "Bring us about 5 degrees and keep us perpendicular to the Tyson.. Guns! Full spread on this arc! Grids 5 through 24 on the lower elliptical node," he says, even though he sends the orders digitally as well. He is smiling, however as the Tyson is being brought into play. "See how you like THAT you bastards."

«<Fine bit of shooting, Beagle.»> And, yes…the WingCO -does- read the files of those pilots transferred to the 27th! But, then it is back to slipping through flak, and weapons fire…."I'd bugger Satan for a dumbfire, right about now…" Pip's cursing to himself in the cockpit, as yet more bombers appear to be making an attack run on the fleet. «<Ice Queen. Grikaths at our three o'clock. Let's see what we can't do about that. This time, see if you can't target a fighter that isn't already being shot at.»> A scowl appears at the appearance of a familiar looking paint job…«<One of them is an Elite, kid. I don't have a shot. Take him.»> He quite honestly, has no shot, as flak forces him to divert from intercepting Yal'wah, and instead blasting a snap-shot from all four guns at the ace's wingman.

Cole curses under his flight helmet as his own torpedo sails wide of the corvette it was aimed for, flying off harmlessly into space. He flexes his hand inside its glove again, shaking his head slightly and watching the other warheads track into their targets. « Good hits, Cats. We've done what we can to thin the escorts out, onto the Snakeir! Frolic and Chum go for the engines. Beagle, we'll hit the flight deck. See how well she deals with torpedo runs fore and aft. » Cole orders. « Mind the flak. It is not your mate. Escorts, we're counting on you for those fighters. » All the while, Voodoo's Broadsword tracks in towards that heavy carrier, lining up practically like he's making a landing approach on the thing, daring it to hit him as he toggles off his second torpedo.

Doyle's first missile sinks into the armored plating of the Sartha, sending it spiraling with thick black smoke pouring free from its wing, but it continues to remain in the fight. «Element of surprise is over, pull back and cover those bombers.» The order is transmitted to his wing, his voice remaining calm in its thick Irish drawl. He loops his Stiletto, gritting his teeth as he almost flies directly into an exchange of fire between the TCS Ball's Bluff and a Fralthi. He catches sight of Kanani's missile slamming into a Sartha and near-flipping the vessel, and he keys his comm. «Good shot, Tsunami, finish that kitten off.» He swings the Stiletto back around in a gutsy maneuver, pulling right around the front of Cole's Broadsword and buzzing right over his canopy. «You worry about the big bastards, Voodoo, we'll worry about your arses.» He sends off another heat seeker directly towards the cockpit of a Dralthi trying to get lock on Cole's 'Sword from behind. «Missile away.»

Kanani snorts faintly as her missile slams into the fighter, doing a bunch of damage, but not killing it. «Roger that, finishing him off.» She states, as she lines up for another shot on the Sartha, especially since it has eyes for the new bomber pilot.

"YES!" Alec manages to resist the urge to take a hand off the throttle and punch the air as internal fires rip through his former target. Teeth still gritted as he tries to take stock of the chaos, he banks Broadsword 2 hard, bringing the bomber up and over the doomed Kamekh like a stone skipping off water. Receiving Voodoo's order, he looks for the Snakeir - and he can hardly miss it. The bulbous Kilrathi carrier hangs against the blackness of space, thrown into stark relief by the cauldron of laser fire. His torpedo lock begins pinging again, his eyes narrow, and his thumb hovers on the release. "Alright, now," he tells himself, following the carrier's landing lights with his eyes, trying to bring his initial crazy rush under control. "The one that matters…"

As Jenthson's missile and fire from the surrounding Capships bear down on the bomber, Iceblade's IR missile screams right in the Grikath wiping it out of existence. «Reporting, one kitty-Kat bomber in a cold embrace.» Iceblade comms as he pulls to Jenthson's side with some distance in-between. Ice remains vigilant for anything gunning for him. In the mess of laserfire, flak, missile streaks, and swarming fighters; it is hard to detect if anything is attacking him, but he spots the Sartha bearing for him and begins to dodge anything the Sartha throws at him while keeping with his Wing Leader and whatever he is tailing. After receiving Jenthson's orders, he maintains his vector which bores right for the Kilrathi Ace. A ping quickly comes and Iceblade launches his second IR with a quick comm «Nice to see you again kitty, but departing is such sweet sorrow.»

The initial ambush wasn't as spectacular as Kell had hoped for but the Confed forces, including himself, got their licks in. With space lighting up with weapon fire all over, Razor knows that it's going to be half luck and half skill to stay out of random fire that may be blossoming from ships on both sides.

Instead of sticking to the tail of his current target, Kell quickly checks the location of the Broadswords and sees that they are peeling off to another target, the main target. The young Lieutenant does the same, pulling away from the damaged Sartha to remain with the Bomber group to fly cover for them. It isn't long before the Kilrathi fighter cover for their capital ships come into view, diving down on the bombers. Picking one of the Dralthis that are attacking the bombers, Razor quickly fires off his second Heat Seeker, either to destroy or force the hostile to peel off.

<COMBAT> TCS Pugilist attacks Ralari1 with Torpedo - Moderate wound to Bridge (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> TCS Honour fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> TCS Honour attacks Bomber-2 with Heavy Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Honour attacks Bomber-2 with Heavy Laser - ARMOR on Controls stops the attack!
<COMBAT> TCS Honour attacks Bomber-2 with Heavy Laser but MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Honour attacks Bomber-3 with Heavy Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Honour attacks Bomber-3 with Heavy Laser but MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Honour attacks Bomber-3 with Heavy Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Honour attacks Grikath2 with Heavy Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Honour attacks Grikath2 with Heavy Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Ball's Bluff attacks Fralthi1 with Light Am - Light wound to Hull (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Phillip attacks Yal'wah Nar Kiranka with Image Recognition but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Phillip's weapon clicks empty.
<COMBAT> Kanani attacks Sartha-3 with Heat Seeker - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Kamekh1 attacks TCS Honour with Torpedo - ARMOR on Hull stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Grikath2 attacks TCS Honour with Torpedo - Moderate wound to Hull (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Frolic attacks Snakeir with Torpedo - ARMOR on Hull stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Draygo attacks Dralthi3 with Heat Seeker - Critical wound to Engine (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Dralthi4 attacks Doyle with Heat Seeker - Serious wound to Cockpit.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Doyle - Serious wound to Head.
<COMBAT> Dante attacks Fralthi2 with Light Am - Light wound to Hull (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Bomber-3 attacks TCS Honour with Torpedo - ARMOR on Hull stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Yal'wah Nar Kiranka attacks TCS Honour with Torpedo - Critical wound to Flight Deck.
<COMBAT> TCS Tyson attacks Ralari3 with Torpedo - Serious wound to Weapon (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> TCS Joan D'arc attacks Fralthi1 with Heavy Am - Moderate wound to Hull (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Snakeir fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> Snakeir attacks Alec with Heavy Flak - Light wound to Nose (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Snakeir attacks Alec with Heavy Flak - Critical wound to Cockpit.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Alec - Serious wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Alec - Serious wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Alec - Serious wound to Neck.
<COMBAT> Snakeir attacks Cole with Heavy Flak - Moderate wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Snakeir attacks Cole with Heavy Flak - Moderate wound to Nose (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Snakeir attacks Doyle with Heavy Flak - Light wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Snakeir attacks Doyle with Heavy Flak - Serious wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Sartha-3 attacks Alec with Dumbfire and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Sartha-2 attacks Jenthson with Dumbfire and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Sartha-1 attacks Phillip with Dumbfire but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Saint-cloud fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> Saint-cloud attacks Dralthi2 with Heavy Laser - Moderate wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Saint-cloud attacks Dralthi2 with Heavy Laser - Moderate wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Saint-cloud attacks Dralthi3 with Heavy Laser - Light wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Saint-cloud attacks Dralthi4 with Heavy Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Saint-cloud attacks Bomber-2 with Heavy Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Saint-cloud attacks Bomber-3 with Heavy Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Ralari3 attacks TCS Joan D'arc with Light Am and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Ralari2 attacks Saint-cloud with Light Am and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Ralari1 attacks Saint-cloud with Heavy Flak and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Jenthson attacks Bomber-2 with Full Guns - Moderate wound to Cockpit.
<COMBAT> Fralthi2 attacks TCS Joan D'arc with Light Am and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Fralthi1 attacks TCS Joan D'arc with Light Am but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Dralthi3 attacks Cole with Heat Seeker and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Dralthi2 attacks Kanani with Heat Seeker and MISSES!
<TinyPlot> Jenthson says, "yikes"
<COMBAT> Doyle attacks Dralthi3 with Heat Seeker and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cole attacks Snakeir with Torpedo - NEAR MISS!
<COMBAT> Chum attacks Snakeir with Torpedo but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Bomber-2 attacks TCS Honour with Torpedo and MISSES!
<TinyPlot> Draygo says, "That did not look good."
<COMBAT> Alec attacks Snakeir with Torpedo and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Jenthson has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Alec has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Doyle has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Dralthi-6265y has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Dralthi2 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Dralthi-6365y has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Dralthi3 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Fralthi-2863g has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Fralthi2 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Ralari-6018r has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Ralari1 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Yorktown-4721j has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> TCS Honour has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Doyle spends a luck point to keep fighting!
<COMBAT> Alec spends a luck point to keep fighting!

The Kilrathi strike back. Their Snakeir has very talented flak gunners, it would appear. They are able to cripple the bomber flight, and their escorts, but yet more bombers are en route. The bombers do their jobs, as well…pumping torpedoes into the poor Honour, which while a salvageable ship, is quite close to being a wreck. It is not all bad, though. One of the Fralthi-class ships in the immediate vicinity begins to break apart, a victim of concentrated gunnery, with Majestic striking one of the killing blows, tearing the ship into separate halves. The Kilrathi are still confident, as the elite bomber squadron are shifting their fire to another target, having eliminated Honour as a threat. She can be killed once the true battle has been won.

The Rhinos are also having success on their front, though holes have begun to appear in the squadron's formation. Three more of her 'Swords have fallen to enemy starfighters, and concentrated flak, but another Fralthi and Ralari have fallen to their torpedoes. Their escorts are fighting for their lives, as Raptors and Scimitars twist and turn with nearly three times their numbers in fighters, trying to keep the precious torpedo-loaded starships alive.

Dante smokes his cigar down to a butt, which he puts out on his console. He smiles faintly as things begin to go his way, though the Honour takes a god awful pounding. As parts of the TCS Honour are torn to pieces by torpedo hits, the Commodore narrows his gaze. He knows what's coming. He also knows he can't do a thing to stop it. "This is the TCS Honour. We're getting our asses kicked out here, fleet." Crosschatter continues: "*static* Fire on decks seven, eight, and nine. We've got hull breaches o*BOOM*" Dante picks up the comm, "TCS Ball's Bluff and Joan D'arc. Form a picket line with the TCS Majestic. I reckon this just turned into a shooting war." The TCS Honour does not explode into a billion pieces. Reality is crueler. The lights simply go out. All of them. The ship drifts in space, fires obvious on all decks. The lights aren't on. Nobody's home. At the very least, the engines aren't working. The turrets aren't tracking. It's hard to say if all hands are lost. On a ship that large, it's unlikely, but she is out of the fight. "Pugilist. Tyson. Target Designation Kilo Kilo Romeo Beta is your mark. Finish that goddamned cruiser off." He turns to the helm. "Take us around heading one one seven. I want all guns focused with the rest of the group. We're going to finish this off piecemeal. Someone get me the Kilrathi fleet commander." He waits and, moments later, gets exactly that. He grins into the screen. "Goodbye, kitty. You cock sucking, inbred piece of shit. When we're done with you I reckon I'm gonna skullfuck you, and then pass your skull around so everyone on the ship gets sloppy seconds." He turns to the communications officer. "Disconnect me."

«<Fuck.»> It is a simple enough statement, reported over the 27th's flight channel. Pip's voice has lost all earlier sense of enthusiasm. «<For those that missed it, they just killed the Honour. Let's jam ourselves up their arses, 27th.»> Jenthson's Rapier is thrown into a full throttle pursuit of his earlier Grikath target, though he does not fire into its six. The English pilots uses his starfighter's superior speed to outrun the bomber, and then dives down from above, squeezing off a salvo of guns at its cockpit as his racks are empty of IR missiles.

The Rhinos are being eaten up by a squadron of Hhriss fighters that have just boiled free of the Snakeir, though they manage to down the final Kamekh on their wing of the Kilrathi flight, in the process of losing another pair of Broadswords. The Raptors flying escort, and those flying space superiority are holding their own, though. But, with the Snakeir still able to launch its absurd complement of fighters, it just doesn't seem to be enough.

His Broadsword is hit, his torpedo is exploded by flak just short of its target… but, Cole doesn't seem too terribly phased by the turn of events, at least not yet. « Right. Cooler, Mongo, Skates. Begin your runs on the carrier. Take whatever shot you can get. Chum and Frolic, keep pressing the attack. We need to bring her down, fast. Beagle, if you're still alive in there, get the hell out. » There's a momentary pause, the Australian Captain's battered bomber swinging in a lazy arc, before it turns back in again towards the carrier's flight deck. "Come on, you bastard. Let's see what you've got" he grumbles under his helmet.

Phillip easily dodges the dumbfire of the Sartha as he launches his IR. Unfortunately, decoys and the heavy flak from the Honour causes Iceblade's missile to swing wide just as the Kilrathi ace launches his torpedo and pulls away. Seeing this Iceblade quickly starts aiming for the torp, but his shots miss as the torpedo speeds out of sight into the Flight deck of the Yorktown class carrier resulting in extreme explosions inside and knocking out the ship's power seconds later. Iceblade now focuses heavily upon the ace, bearing down on the Grikath and unleashing volley after volley of lasers and neutrons. «Death will take you this day, Kat. Count on it.» Iceblade comms harshly but in a normal volume.

It was all lined up perfectly, he could have sworn… and then, a sudden sharp crash switched off the world. The bomber drifts out of control, the torpedo shot going wide, far wide. McGrath blinks, near-stunned, unable to make sense of the instruments, the battle, why he's having to fight for breath, or why he can't feel his left arm.

Panic seizes him as the pain becomes noticeable and quite urgent, but the sudden command snaps him back to reality. He pulls the Broadsword back around towards his home carrier - his right hand tugging at the stick, his left struggling to open communications. «Un-understood, Voodoo.» He coughs, forcing the words out, trying not to think about where he might be bleeding. «Majestic, this is B-beagle… requesting permission to land.»

«Beagle, this is Majestic Control. You are cleared for approach. Hard deck is seven point two degrees, please be advised.» In other words, come in low, or the deck guns may tear you to shreds.

As the Sartha she had been chasing, seeks non Broadsword targets in another yard, Kanani quickly switches her target to the Dralthi that has started to chase the 13th's CO. The moment her final heat seeker gets a lock on the fighters engines, she launches it, with a «Fox two.» as a warning to any friendlies to not accidentally pick it up.

Paz doesn't bother replying the transmission over the command channel, merely double clicking her mic to signal her reception. At the moment, she's a little on the busy side. Her image recognition missile's tracker head is seeking out one of the Grithka aces who have been plaguing her and her squadmates for weeks now, and there's no way she's going to let a hunt this important slide for the likes of a mere Commodore. "C'mon baby…." she whispers to herself, making constant adjustments to her attitude and vector to paint the enemy ship as cleanly as possible. "Come on…come on….just a little more…." A reassuring warbling fills her headphones as Paz squeezes the trigger.

The heat from the Dralthi's engine was glowing hot, hot enough for Kell's missile to track it rather easily as it flies on a speedy intercept course, impaling right through the armor due to its incredible speed and detonating inside the engine modules. What follows is a brilliant explosion as the Dralthi blasts apart, the half moon wings shattering and flying outwards. The victory is short lived though as Razor sees his squadron leader taking a nasty hit from another Dralthi who was flying cover for his kitty wingman.

The mission parameters for Razor doesn't change as he continues to focus on protecting the Broadswords of the 13th Bomber Squadron. Where one Kilrathi that was gunning for the 'Swords is removed, more are there to take its place as a pair of Krants show up. Selecting one of the heavily armored fighters, Razor's faster fighter catches up while keeping half an eye on the Sartha bearing down on him. Once in range, a burst of Mass Driver Cannon fire is shot out at the Krant and at the last second, he breaks his Stiletto hard to port, evading the Dumbfire that was screaming towards him.

<COMBAT> TCS Joan D'arc attacks Ralari2 with Heavy Am - Light wound to Hull (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Skates attacks Snakeir with Torpedo - Moderate wound to Hull.
<COMBAT> Sartha-2 attacks Jenthson with Dumbfire and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Sartha-2's weapon clicks empty.
<COMBAT> Sartha-1 attacks Draygo with Dumbfire but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Sartha-1's weapon clicks empty.
<COMBAT> Mongo attacks Snakeir with Torpedo and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Krant-1 attacks Mongo with Friend Or Foe - ARMOR on Controls stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Kanani attacks Dralthi4 with Heat Seeker - Serious wound to Engine (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Kanani's weapon clicks empty.
<COMBAT> Frolic attacks Snakeir with Torpedo - Moderate wound to Hull.
<COMBAT> Fralthi1 attacks Dante with Light Am - Light wound to Cargo (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Draygo attacks Krant-1 with Mass Driver - Moderate wound to Weapon.
<COMBAT> Cole attacks Snakeir with Torpedo and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Bomber-3 attacks TCS Tyson with Torpedo - Moderate wound to Hull (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Yal'wah Nar Kiranka attacks TCS Ball's Bluff with Torpedo - Moderate wound to Hull (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> TCS Pugilist attacks Fralthi1 with Torpedo - Moderate wound to Hull (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Fralthi1 - Light wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> TCS Ball's Bluff attacks Ralari2 with Light Am - ARMOR on Engines stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Snakeir fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> Snakeir attacks Chum with Heavy Flak - Moderate wound to Nose.
<COMBAT> Snakeir attacks Chum with Heavy Flak - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Snakeir attacks Frolic with Heavy Flak and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Snakeir attacks Frolic with Heavy Flak and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Snakeir attacks Cooler with Heavy Flak and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Snakeir attacks Cooler with Heavy Flak and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Snakeir attacks Mongo with Heavy Flak and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Ralari3 attacks TCS Ball's Bluff with Light Am and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Ralari2 attacks TCS Ball's Bluff with Light Am but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Phillip attacks Yal'wah Nar Kiranka with Full Guns - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Paz attacks Yal'wah Nar Kiranka with Image Recognition - Critical wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Krant-2 attacks Skates with Friend Or Foe but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Kamekh1 attacks Dante with Torpedo and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Jenthson attacks Bomber-2 with Full Guns - Moderate wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Grikath2 attacks TCS Tyson with Torpedo - Moderate wound to Hull (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Dralthi4 attacks Cole with Heat Seeker and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Dante attacks Ralari2 with Light Am - Light wound to Hull (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Cooler attacks Snakeir with Torpedo - Moderate wound to Hull (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Chum attacks Snakeir with Torpedo - Serious wound to Hull (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Bomber-2 attacks TCS Pugilist with Torpedo and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Alec passes.
<COMBAT> TCS Tyson attacks Fralthi1 with Torpedo and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Sartha-3 attacks Phillip with Dumbfire and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Sartha-3's weapon clicks empty.
<COMBAT> Jenthson has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Snakeir-3276c has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Snakeir has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Grikath-4443n has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Yal'wah Nar Kiranka has been KO'd!

And, even though they might not be the most famous, or well-known members of the 13th, they are the ones that will be remembered after today. Multiple torpedo strikes tear into the Snakeir, trashing its flight decks, tearing outs its guts, and leaving a very twisted wreck of metal as the centerpiece of a once mighty Kilrathi Battlegroup. The loss of war material is astounding, as repair facilities, dozens of still launching fighters, and thousands of furry-lives are lost in minutes. It is a rather fantastic explosion, as the once dense flak ring -ceases- to be, and bits of once-great warship replace them.

There is a downside. Where there once two-hundred plus Kilrathi starfighters with a nice warm place to land, after a hard day's night of ape-killing…there are now two-hundred plus ultra-pissed off fuzzie-wuzzies on the ultimate revenge, and desperation filled jihad. If they can kill these hairless beasts, they can still escort their troop transports onto some sort of victory, until reinforcements arrive. Alas, they will do it without their most famed Grikath pilot, as Baron Yal'wah nar Kiranka is eliminated by a very well-placed, and well-timed missile from one of the Minutemen. It is fitting that Tizona should get the kill, as it was the Minutemen that watched the famous pilot gut Majestic's escorts, once before.

A chorus of cheers resound aboard the bridge of the TCS Majestic, but Dante isn't cheering. Instead he's reaching for another cigar, which he lights without cheer. Shots rock the hull of the craft. "Report!" "Damage to cargo hold." "Shields?" "Starboard is down 87 percent." "Put everything in from port side. Fleet, report." "TCS Ball' Bluff reports minor hull damage." "Joan D'arc here. Not a scratch on us." "TCS Pugilist reports no damage and shields at full." "TCS Tyson. We have two crew dead. Fire in the engine room." "Button up. Ball's Bluff and Joan D'arc, get those shields at maximum. Kitties are going to want payback and I won't have anyone getting kamikazi'd. Pugilist and Tyson, you are low priority targets. Weapons free. Let's end this."

Cole's torpedo might have missed, but those from the rest of his flight certainly didn't… and Cole's bomber banks away from what once was Snakeir and now is debris. « Good shooting, Cats. Objective is down. Free for all, pick a target and make a mess. » Cole says with a little grin visible on his face, his own bomber banking towards the remaining Kilrathi cruiser. Might as well go big game hunting with that last fish.

«<Jesus Christ, look at her go….»> That's Pip's initial reaction to the destruction of the Snakeir, before throwing his ship into an evasive roll, narrowly avoiding the last dumbfire courtesy of the Sartha on his six. «<Nice going, Black Cats.»> A grim smile forms, as he passes the quickly disintegrating wreckage of the Kilrathi noble…«<And, Paz? Drinks are on me, for a month.»> Firing stud is depressed, as he manages a leading shot on his bomber target, trying to take down the bomber that is trying to down the Pugilist. «<Watch yourselves, pilots. It looks like they've lost their cool.»>

All around the battlefield, Kitty fighters have begun to take big risk, big reward gambles, throwing everything they've got into killing the humans. For them, it is no retreat time, now. The Honour's pilots, as well as the Raptors off of Majestic began to reap benefits from this strategy, though it is not an uncommon sight to see a damaged Dralthi or Sartha throw itself into a Terran fighter in its dying throes.

Iceblade's shots keep hitting the ace, tearing through shield and armor alike, but the ace keeps maneuvering his bomber so that each shot hits another armored piece. Just then the Kilrathi makes a fatal roll as he veers right towards an IR missile that came streaking out of nowhere like a bat out of hell. Needless to say the armorless ace was wiped out by a hairless ape. «Yes, take that you sucka. And Congratulations to whomever shot that ace to hell.» Iceblade then notices as a dumbfire flies past him. "Ha looks like my tail can't shoot shit." Iceblade then locks onto and burns for another bomber and begins to pepper it with as much gun fire as his Rapier can shoot.

His vision mercifully remaining clear enough to be able to bring the Broadsword down onto the flight deck, McGrath slumps in his seat, pulling at his fastenings. Behind him, he can hear the access hatch being opened, and there, he hopes, there will be painkillers and some people who can dig bits of cockpit out of him. But before he's gently manhandled out of the bomber, he hears Cole's bombastic transmission, and Jenthson's vindication… and smiles. The feeling of relief is almost as good as morphine.

Kanani switches over to guns, as her last missile does a fair bit of damage to the Dralthi she's chasing. Once the fighter flies into her sights, she pulls the trigger, unleashing mass driver rounds at the Cat, hoping to finish it off, finally.

Things are going pretty well for Razor right now as he is able to sideslip the lethal Dumbfire from the Sartha while his quick burst of Mass Driver Cannon fire peppers the Krant, dealing some damage to the Kilrathi fighter. Since the Krant continues to gun for the 'Swords he is supposed to protect, Kell continues to focus on the same target but this time, he switches to his last Heat Seeker missile. As he closes in on the distance, keeping his targeting reticule on the Krant, a solid tone is heard. Depressing the trigger stub, Kell launches his last missile, sending it screaming towards its intended target with lethal intent.

«Adios, Baron.» Paz calls coolly as her missile tears into the enemy ace's ship and turns it into a flaming coffin for the famous Fuzzy within. «Iceblade, Tizona, muchos gracias, amigo.» she replies, sounding strangely unmoved by the event. Or, perhaps, too busy lining up to her final image rec at another Grikath before it hurts someone.

<COMBAT> Ralari2 attacks TCS Ball's Bluff with Light Am but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Sartha-2 attacks Jenthson with Neutron - ARMOR on Right Wing stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Phillip attacks Bomber-3 with Full Guns - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Kanani attacks Dralthi4 with Mass Driver - Light wound to Body.
<COMBAT> Grikath2 attacks TCS Ball's Bluff with Torpedo - Moderate wound to Hull (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Draygo attacks Krant-1 with Heat Seeker - Critical wound to Engine (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Dante attacks Ralari2 with Light Am and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cole attacks Fralthi1 with Torpedo - Serious wound to Flight Deck.
<COMBAT> Cole's weapon clicks empty.
<COMBAT> TCS Tyson attacks Fralthi1 with Torpedo and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Pugilist attacks Fralthi1 with Torpedo - Critical wound to Hull.
<COMBAT> TCS Pugilist's weapon clicks empty.
<COMBAT> TCS Joan D'arc attacks Ralari2 with Heavy Am - ARMOR on Hull stops the attack!
<COMBAT> TCS Ball's Bluff attacks Ralari2 with Light Am and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Skates attacks Kamekh1 with Torpedo - Serious wound to Bridge (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Kamekh1 - Serious wound to Left Foot.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Kamekh1 - Moderate wound to Right Foot.
<COMBAT> Sartha-3 attacks Phillip with Neutron and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Sartha-1 attacks Paz with Neutron - Moderate wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Ralari3 attacks TCS Ball's Bluff with Light Am and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Paz attacks Grikath2 with Image Recognition - Moderate wound to Engine (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Paz's weapon clicks empty.
<COMBAT> Mongo attacks Kamekh1 with Torpedo and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Krant-2 attacks Skates with Friend Or Foe - Serious wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Krant-1 attacks Mongo with Friend Or Foe and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Kamekh1 attacks Dante with Torpedo and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Jenthson attacks Bomber-2 with Full Guns - Moderate wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Frolic attacks Ralari2 with Torpedo - Serious wound to Hull (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Ralari2 - Serious wound to Abdomen.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Ralari2 - Serious wound to Left Hand.
<COMBAT> Frolic's weapon clicks empty.
<COMBAT> Fralthi1 attacks Dante with Light Am and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Dralthi4 attacks Cole with Heat Seeker and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Dralthi4's weapon clicks empty.
<COMBAT> Cooler attacks Ralari3 with Torpedo - Serious wound to Hull (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Chum attacks Ralari2 with Torpedo - Moderate wound to Hull (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Chum's weapon clicks empty.
<COMBAT> Bomber-3 attacks TCS Tyson with Torpedo - ARMOR on Hull stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Bomber-2 attacks TCS Pugilist with Torpedo and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Jenthson has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Dralthi-1365y has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Dralthi4 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Fralthi-2463g has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Fralthi1 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Kamekh1 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Ralari-8118r has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Ralari2 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Ralari-7818r has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Ralari3 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Krant-1 has left the combat. (Bossman)

And, once again….the less than famous pilots among the 13th do their jobs, assisted by the Venture-class ships. The Kilrathi fleet is utterly decimated, with nothing but a collection of transports, and homeless fighters remaining. The transports are making a run for it, have been for a while. But the starfighters and bombers are making a last ditch attack. Their capital ships are gone, some dying in fiery explosions, others dying quiet deaths unbecoming of great warriors.

Behold the mother of all lightshows, as the combined might of the Terran Confederation Navy and the Terran Confederation Star Force destroys the Kilrathi battlegroup entirely. Shots continue to rock against the bridge of the TCS Majestic. "Shields." growls the Commodore. "53 percent and holding, but our gun batteries-" "FUCK the gun batteries. That's why we have pilots. Battlegroup. Report. "TCS Ball's Bluff reports shields at 92 percent and holding." "TCS Joan D'arc here. All systems on full. Great shooting out-" Dante interrupts, "Cut the chatter. Status." "We're good, sir." "Pugilist?" "TCS Pugilist reports all systems green. Torpedo bays are exhausted." "Don't need 'em anyway. TCS Tyson." "Shields barely holding. Fire is contained. Also out of anti-ship munitions." Dante nods to himself. "We might just win this war."

«<Be advised, it appears that the caps are going full AAA. Watch for friendly fire. And nice work, Cats. Again.»> Pip's Rapier has not been nearly as effective as his old Scimitar, in this fight, and if nothing else, it has the WingCO seriously considering pulling some strings to get himself Victoria II, back. It isn't as if the Honour is going to need her, now, is it? A FoF missile jumps off his racks, streaking toward the Grikath target, and hopefully, it is the last shot he'll need in this battle.

All across the field, great swathes are being cut in the homicidal, and near-suicidal Kilrathi, but blood is still being spilled both ways. A Hhriss paints the 221st Commanding Officer in a head-to-head pass, and wipes the man's Stiletto out of the sky with a single burst, disintegrating the starfighter, and it's pilot. RIP Gee.

Well, if he's finally going to land a hit, that seemed as opportune a time as any. Cole grins as he lays his shot right into the Fralthi's flight deck, and the ship practically evaporates in front of him. The remaining Kilrathi are treated to a hummed version of a few bars of 'Waltzing Matilda' over an open channel, before Cole's ruined Broadsword begins to maneuver in search of a target… looking to inflict some violence on his Grikath counterparts. « Thirteenth, you've just become interceptor pilots. Finish off those bombers. Skates, RTB and land. » Cole orders his people.

As Mr. Icey burns for the bomber harassing the Tyson, several brilliant flashes are seen across the Kilrathi fleet as capship after capship is trashed to hell making for a right pretty sight, «Ahha, love it, love it.» Unfortunately, this short distraction results in Iceblade coming about on the tail of the Grikath. His shoots run wider than preferred as Iceblade attempts to dodge the rear turret's shots. He then decides to come in for another pass at it. He pulls away quickly and comes about, burning for it and launching an FF as he closes. All the while, his Sartha tail just shoots and shoots, missing every time.

Kanani nods in satisfaction, as the Dralthi she was tailing finally breaks apart into itty bitty pieces. Her attention then turns towards the Krant that has managed to shoot up Skates a bit, and she races over to try and take care of the situation, lining up a shot with the intent of putting some rounds into the cat's lap.

"Dammit." Paz growls as her last Image Rec gets a piece of the Grikath, sending a good handful of hot wire fragments skittering into the enemy ship's engine compartment and igniting a few amusing secondary fires from split fuel lines. But the Grikath isn't dead yet, her pilot coolly diverting fuel flow to healthy cells and continues on in a suicidal frenzy. Then Paz's ship lurches suddenly, her cockpit's screen beginning to fill with damage information. Frowning sharply at the sudden loss of fine control, Paz shuts the annoying thing down and goes to Friend or Foe missiles. The missile's seeker head queries the onrushing Grikath, doesn't like what it finds, and promptly latches on to it. Paz gives a smirk as her head's up display suddenly reads SHOOT!. "Don't mind if I do." she replies and squeezes the trigger.

With the capital ships all destroyed, Kell's morale is soaring now since this almost impossible battle with improbable odds have turned drastically in the Terran Confederacy's favor. With his last heat seeker homing in on the Krant, it punctures the engine block like it did with the Dralthi earlier, causing a brilliant explosion again as the power plants go critical. Putting his fighter in an inverted roll, Razor follows Kanani in as they both dive in on the second Krant who is trying to pick off the injured Broadsword. «Let's kill this sucker before he shoots up that 'Sword, Tsunami.» Hopefully their concentrated fire will take out the Kilrathi before Skate gets nailed.

<COMBAT> Sartha-1 attacks Paz with Neutron - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Cooler attacks Bomber-2 with Friend Or Foe - Moderate wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Phillip attacks Bomber-3 with Friend Or Foe - Moderate wound to Controls (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Jenthson attacks Bomber-2 with Friend Or Foe - Moderate wound to Body.
<COMBAT> Cole attacks Bomber-3 with Friend Or Foe - Moderate wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> TCS Tyson fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> TCS Tyson attacks Bomber-3 with Light Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Tyson attacks Bomber-3 with Light Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Tyson attacks Bomber-3 with Light Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Tyson attacks Grikath2 with Light Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Tyson attacks Grikath2 with Light Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Tyson attacks Grikath2 with Light Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Tyson attacks Sartha-2 with Light Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Tyson attacks Sartha-2 with Light Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Pugilist fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> TCS Pugilist attacks Bomber-2 with Light Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Pugilist attacks Bomber-2 with Light Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Pugilist attacks Bomber-2 with Light Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Pugilist attacks Bomber-3 with Light Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Pugilist attacks Bomber-3 with Light Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Pugilist attacks Bomber-3 with Light Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Pugilist attacks Krant-2 with Light Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Pugilist attacks Krant-2 with Light Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Joan D'arc fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> TCS Joan D'arc attacks Krant-2 with Light Laser - Serious wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> TCS Joan D'arc attacks Krant-2 with Light Laser - Light wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> TCS Joan D'arc attacks Sartha-1 with Light Laser - Moderate wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Sartha-1 - Moderate wound to Left Leg.
<COMBAT> TCS Joan D'arc attacks Sartha-1 with Light Laser - Moderate wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> TCS Joan D'arc attacks Sartha-2 with Light Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Joan D'arc attacks Sartha-2 with Light Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Joan D'arc attacks Sartha-3 with Light Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Ball's Bluff fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> TCS Ball's Bluff attacks Bomber-2 with Heavy Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Ball's Bluff attacks Bomber-2 with Heavy Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Ball's Bluff attacks Bomber-2 with Heavy Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Ball's Bluff attacks Bomber-3 with Heavy Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Ball's Bluff attacks Bomber-3 with Heavy Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Ball's Bluff attacks Bomber-3 with Heavy Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Ball's Bluff attacks Grikath2 with Heavy Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Ball's Bluff attacks Grikath2 with Heavy Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Skates passes.
<COMBAT> Sartha-3 attacks Phillip with Neutron - Critical wound to Cockpit.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Phillip - Moderate wound to Right Hand.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Phillip - Serious wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Phillip - Moderate wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Sartha-2 attacks Jenthson with Neutron but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Mongo attacks Grikath2 with Friend Or Foe - Serious wound to Weapon.
<COMBAT> Kanani attacks Krant-2 with Mass Driver - Serious wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Grikath2 attacks TCS Ball's Bluff with Torpedo and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Grikath2's weapon clicks empty.
<COMBAT> Frolic attacks Bomber-3 with Friend Or Foe - Moderate wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Draygo attacks Krant-2 with Mass Driver - ARMOR on Body stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Dante fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> Dante attacks Bomber-2 with Heavy Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Dante attacks Bomber-2 with Heavy Laser - Moderate wound to Controls (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Dante attacks Bomber-2 with Heavy Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Dante attacks Bomber-3 with Heavy Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Dante attacks Bomber-3 with Heavy Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Dante attacks Bomber-3 with Heavy Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Dante attacks Grikath2 with Heavy Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Dante attacks Grikath2 with Heavy Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Chum attacks Grikath2 with Friend Or Foe - Serious wound to Cockpit.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Grikath2 - Moderate wound to Right Hand.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Grikath2 - Moderate wound to Left Hand.
<COMBAT> Bomber-3 attacks TCS Ball's Bluff with Torpedo and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Bomber-3's weapon clicks empty.
<COMBAT> Bomber-2 attacks TCS Ball's Bluff with Torpedo and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Bomber-2's weapon clicks empty.
<COMBAT> Krant-2 attacks Skates with Friend Or Foe and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Krant-2's weapon clicks empty.
<COMBAT> Paz attacks Grikath2 with Friend Or Foe - Serious wound to Engine (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Jenthson has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Grikath-2378w has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Bomber-3 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Grikath-8482k has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Grikath2 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Krant-1572w has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Krant-2 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Phillip has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Phillip spends a luck point to keep fighting!

Once the Capital ship support was gone, the outcome of the rest of the fight was never really in doubt… accurate secondary battery fire from the remaining Confed ships tears through the Kilrathi formation, followed a moment later by a wave of weapons fire from the various fighters still locked in combat. One by one, Kilrathi craft begin to explode and disappear from the sky. Though it's not to say they don't get a hit on occasion…

With the clean up continuing as more Kilrathi fighters are shot down, Kell watches as his Mass Driver projectiles pepper the Krant, whose thick armor protects it from any real damage. However, Kanani's follow up does the jump as it punches through nicely. «Nice shot, Tsunami. Let's clean up the rest of these fleabags.» Breaking right, Razor goes after the closest hostile and it turns out to be the Sartha he was fighting earlier who is bearing down on Pip's Rapier. His Stiletto's cannons blaze brightly again as more rounds are pumped out.

Cole orders the rest of his wing back to the Majestic, though his own Broadsword stays doggedly engaged… slipping away from one attacker, driving a missile into another Kilrathi craft… and then turning to meet his latest would-be challenger head on.

The missile didn't really do much good, but the Sartha finally learned how to hit. The Sartha tail finally come flying out from above and nailed Iceblade multiple times in the cockpit resulting in some nasty scrapnel wounds. "DAMN IT YOU FUCK" Iceblade screams as he manages to get his ship turned around and flying onto the tail of the Sartha. «YOU WILL PAY FOR THAT KITTY!!!» Iceblade screams over the comm as he starts blasting away at the light fighter.

After getting messed up first by some laser action by the Joan D'arc, the Krant chasing Voodoo, is finished off by Kanani as her shots rip apart what's left of the fighter. «Nice shooting, thanks for the help.» She calls out over the comm, before switching her sights on a pesky damaged Sartha, that had been introduced to her heat seekers earlier in the day, but has foolishly decided to go after a broadsword. She lines up a shot and then quickly opens fire.

"Okay, that's more like it." Paz grins as her missile along with hits from many, many others, literally disintegrates the Grikath she was chasing. Then, the bastard Sartha on her six, not satisfied with denting her shiny new fighter, attempts to snuff her with a neutron burst. "Okay, asshole…" she breathes, closing her eyes for a split second and taking a deep breath. She's heard of maneuvers like this, but never tried one. "You've now got my complete attention," she sighs as she simultaneously kicks her Rapier into a stomach-churning, retina detaching bootlegger turn ass over teakettle to come racing back up the line at her foe, triggering her weapon the second it tells her to shoot.

<COMBAT> TCS Joan D'arc fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> TCS Joan D'arc attacks Bomber-2 with Light Laser - Moderate wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> TCS Joan D'arc attacks Bomber-2 with Light Laser - Moderate wound to Nose (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> TCS Joan D'arc attacks Sartha-1 with Light Laser - Moderate wound to Cockpit.
<COMBAT> TCS Joan D'arc attacks Sartha-1 with Light Laser - Light wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> TCS Joan D'arc attacks Sartha-2 with Light Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Joan D'arc attacks Sartha-2 with Light Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Joan D'arc attacks Sartha-3 with Light Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Phillip attacks Sartha-3 with Full Guns and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Jenthson attacks Bomber-2 with Friend Or Foe - Critical wound to Controls (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Cole attacks Sartha-3 with Friend Or Foe - Critical wound to Cockpit.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Sartha-3 - Moderate wound to Abdomen.
<COMBAT> TCS Tyson fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> TCS Tyson attacks Bomber-2 with Light Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Tyson attacks Bomber-2 with Light Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Tyson attacks Sartha-1 with Light Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Tyson attacks Sartha-1 with Light Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Tyson attacks Sartha-2 with Light Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Tyson attacks Sartha-2 with Light Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Tyson attacks Sartha-3 with Light Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Pugilist fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> TCS Pugilist attacks Bomber-2 with Light Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Pugilist attacks Bomber-2 with Light Laser - Moderate wound to Left Wing (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> TCS Pugilist attacks Sartha-1 with Light Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Pugilist attacks Sartha-1 with Light Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Pugilist attacks Sartha-2 with Light Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Pugilist attacks Sartha-2 with Light Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Pugilist attacks Sartha-3 with Light Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Ball's Bluff fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> TCS Ball's Bluff attacks Bomber-2 with Heavy Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Ball's Bluff attacks Bomber-2 with Heavy Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Ball's Bluff attacks Sartha-1 with Heavy Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Ball's Bluff attacks Sartha-1 with Heavy Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Ball's Bluff attacks Sartha-2 with Heavy Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Ball's Bluff attacks Sartha-2 with Heavy Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> TCS Ball's Bluff attacks Sartha-3 with Heavy Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Sartha-3 attacks Cole with Neutron and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Sartha-2 attacks Jenthson with Neutron but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Paz attacks Sartha-1 with Friend Or Foe - Serious wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Draygo attacks Sartha-2 with Mass Driver - Serious wound to Body (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Dante fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> Dante attacks Bomber-2 with Heavy Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Dante attacks Bomber-2 with Heavy Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Dante attacks Sartha-1 with Heavy Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Dante attacks Sartha-1 with Heavy Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Dante attacks Sartha-2 with Heavy Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Dante attacks Sartha-2 with Heavy Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Dante attacks Sartha-3 with Heavy Laser and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Bomber-2 attacks Draygo with Friend Or Foe and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Sartha-1 attacks Paz with Neutron and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Kanani attacks Sartha-3 with Mass Driver - Moderate wound to Cockpit.
<COMBAT> CREW HIT! Sartha-3 - Moderate wound to Left Hand.
<COMBAT> Cole has started a new turn. Pose and choose your action.
<COMBAT> Grikath-7378w has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Bomber-2 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Sartha-4688v has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Sartha-1 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Sartha-5188v has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Sartha-3 has been KO'd!

The battlefield is empty, save for debris, escape pods, and Confederation starfighters. It takes some time, but the last of the Kilrathi are picked off, and in the 'distance', explosions can be seen, just prior to a small ragged flight of Scimitars and 'Swords entering from stage left, YAHOOing and HEEHAWing over their radios. «<Didya see that sumbitch? We kicked their tails in!»> The troop transports, unescorted of course, have been wiped out…and the local yokel are acting like they just killed the entire fleet on their own.

With the enemy force almost entirely routed or dead, more cheering goes on in the bridge. Dante? He pulls a bottle of scotch from under his chair, pours himself a shot, downs it, and then slams it on the table. «Major Jenthson, you tell your boys and girls that was excellent shooting. They done real good and I am proud to be serving with them. I do believe this was the turning point of the sector.» There's a pause, and then he continues, «And after you're done giving them blowjobs, you set up a death march of triple CAPs. We're going to toe the line and camp the jump nodes until we can lock this system down. Start this immediately. If you got folks you don't like, then I'd make the honor of first CAP their reward.» And then to the fleet. "12th Battlegroup, that was excellent work. TCS Tyson, you guys really came through. Now if we're all done kissing each other, I believe we got a war to win."

Iceblade's control systems, while undamaged, still need functional control interfaces, which are yet again to torn to hell. Thus, his shots miss badly. After the last enemies are down, he comms, «Ah shit, this is Iceblade, I'm messed up in the cockpit again and have a fucking bleeding gut. I need to be toed in, yet again.» Iceblade says with rapidly decreasing anguish ending in a rather weak voice. He then starts to rummage for painkillers ignoring all other comms.

« Voodoo to two-two-one. » Cole calls as his bomber briefly swings in an arc searching for further targets, finally falling back onto a straight course as it finds none. « Hell of a job keeping us clean tonight. We owe you. »

«<Aye, Majestic-Six. I'll see folks dispatched. And, I'll see Honour's fighters diverted to Junction's primary starbase.»> A pause and Pip quirks his lips, eyeing his VDU, as he checks on status of various squadrons. «<Save for one, mind.»> Keying his comm, he addresses the entirety of the 27th. «<Ladies, Gentlemen. I haven't seen a victory such as this in a very long time. You've done us all proud….now…if you've got damage, enter the landing queue. If you've got any kind of warheads left, and can still fly. Contact Queen, and she'll direct you to your new CAP assignment. The rest of us will search for survivors, and begin marking pods for SAR pick-up. It looks like the Rhinos and Conquistadors got hit especially hard.»> A pause…«<Leave the Kilrathi pods to the locals.»> Which, one must wager, are even less tender than the professionals. His own Rapier enters the CAP around Majestic, so that he can continue to organize patrols, while waiting to land. «<And, if anyone notices Victoria II's transponder? A thousand credits to the man or woman that tells that pilot to land on Majestic., on my order.»>

And as quickly and dramatically as it began, it's suddenly all over…Once again, the only thing around Paz's flight path are rapidly expanding balls of burning gas and fuel, already starting to snuff themselves out, and of course, a few hundred million tons of debris, tracers and other crap that does bad things to ships who get hit by it. This patch of Junction's just turned into a potentially lethal hazard that'll remain that way for weeks, if not months. Quickly, she kicks her somewhat sick Rapier above the projected arc the computer's displaying and starts to make for home. «Lead, Tizona, I have full ammunition and one Friend or Foe remaining» she reports, killing the mic before she coughs so hard her ship nearly jitters. "Christ all Friday! I get out of sickbay with a throat injury and come down with a fuckin' cold."

With the last remnants of furry kittens removed from the local area, Razor is finally able to relax slightly as he throttles down to move his Stiletto into formation with the 'Swords from the 13th Bomber Squadron. «Glad to help out, Voodoo. Your bombers did the hard part, great work on that Snakeir. If you guys hadn't stomped it so quickly, we'd be knee deep in cat piss and that wouldn't be pleasant.» The Lieutenant would continue to escort the bombers who remain to pick up the EVAs while sending a message to Queen that he would be glad to be part of the first group of CAPs after refueling and rearming on the Majestic.

Dante finally begins to relax, for certain values of 'relax', anyway. He smiles. This is a rare sight and those on the bridge who witness it actually stop cheering to gaze in wide-eyed wonder. But it's over as briefly as it began. He picks up the radio. "Engineering, I want teams dispatched to every ship of the fleet who took damage. You'll start with the vettes and work your way up. I want the maximum number of asses in seats in the minimum amount of time." "Yes, sir." "How are -we- doing?" "We lost supplies in cargo. One of the bays is evac, but we're okay." "Get that stitched down." "Twelfth battlegroup, stay in picket formation. Vettes, power down. You're up for repair and reload. Good job."

«Just doing our job, Voodoo. Just doing our job.» Kanani states with a chuckle and a grin. Upon hearing the Wing Commander and the new orders given, she first checks on how much of her fuel is left, after all the fighting, and then begins to pick her fighter carefully through all the debris and stuff, as she begins to look for any survivors in the battlefield.