The Big Red Light Redux
Big Red Light Redux
Arc: Big Red Light
Summary: All craft are launched and sent to engage a host of Kilrathi strike groups. One such group is rather low ranked and must handle a Corvette and several bombers with limited leadership or experience on Confed's side.
Date: 2659.245
Related Logs: None
Participants: Singh, Ona, Cyric, Silence, Clearoff

Looking worn out in his seat and slumped back in the cushions near the large viewport that looks toward the bow of the Majestic, Jamie holds a copy of the carrier's shipboard magazine and scans through it while a mug of coffee sits on the table in front of him. The newest members of the 1087th have been being run hard the last few days to try and get them up to fleet standards of flight proficiency. They started with a looong way to go, but they've been making progress.

Sitting nearby, Jacqueline Bradshaw is scanning through a flight manual for her Sabre.

Flipping a page, Jamie mumbles, "Heh. Someone named Zach Colson just scored his thirtieth kill on the Concordia. Man." He lowers the magazine and runs a few fingers through his blond hair. "Can't imagine being in that many fights."

"30 fights?" Ona said, "Perfectly reasonable. For bomber crews, 30 operations is a full tour of duty. If you make it through 30, you're given a year's break."

Seelig waddles into the bar and grabs a beer over the counter. "'Ey schtick jockeys… finally done with the fabricobling. That last rapier was a nightmare… but I think I can finally resticulate." He smirks, knowing he won't be needed for another week or so to weld due to the lul in activity. He's just going to fix the sims and maybe botanicals.

Jamies shrugs his shoulders. "Doesn't say here how many combat sorties. Could be ten, for all I know. Either way, can you imagine the opposition? If one pilot's scored that many kills? Hell. Reminds me of another story I read a few years back. About someone named… Blaine, or something. They wrote a book about him after he ran out on his ship…" Then Seelig walks in and Jamie looks up. "Oh hey. Probably my ship, huh?"

Seelig wipes his hands on his uniform, and leaves black smears all over his rump. He walks up to Jaime. "Rapier …" He crinkles his nose "… 6? Nah, it was 3 and 2 that were the pains in the cunning linguals . Had to get my 90 pound tripple jointed Leto proxima techie contortionist to squeeze in the cracks to do the inner welds… but I digress… Your bird was clean after the patrol with that diminutive pilot."

Cyric is off by himself in a corner his mind whirling at the latest patrol debriefings and reports with growing dread in the pit of his stomach as he nurses his Bloody Mary during the Ship's evening hours. Why did Confed cede so much initiative to the enemy? They would attack soon, he was sure of it and when they did….Cyric's thoughts trailed off but it was clear. They would…

The klazon goes off around the ship. The ships communication system immediately clicks on with the feminine voice of the Majestic's comm officer Lt. Caoilainn Murphy, "Attention! Attention! All personnel report to your battle stations. All pilots to your ships. Gunners to your stations. This is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a drill. All personnel to your battle stations." The klazon appears to blare louder once Lt. Murphy finishes.

The Scramble alarm has Cyric racing out of his chair and through the door at a bloody sprint toward the hanger bay and his flight suit before his brain has a chance to process what is going on fully.

About to respond, Jamie pauses when the room's lighting shifts to red and armored plating begins to retract down over the window. Seconds later, he's scrambling to his feet. "Gottago!" he exclaims, nervousness obvious in his face as he begins to sprint toward the exit!

Ona throws her flight manual to one side and quickly gets to her feet. She exits the bar at a near run.

"You have got to be FAQING kidding!" Seelig chugs down his beer and looks at his padd. "All ships are good to go, give'em hell kids"

Ona moves quickly into a full run. Not a sprint, that would tire her out too quickly.

"Well, looks like I gots the bar to myself" Seelig sits down staining the chair. Then his comlink buzzes. "OH COME ON!"

Singh is running, her flight suit over her majestic sweats. (sweat suit embroidered with "TCS Majestic" not majestic in the other sense. She hops on a foot getting her leg into the pressurized pants.

Her hair is in an exceptionnaly messy bun, her sweat top is dusty with pink foram and her face has brown smears around her lips.

And she falls over getting her legs in the pants.

Cyric, flight helmet in hand and fully dressed in his flight gear is headed up the ramp into his RapierII, his hands going over the preflight checks as the tech fits the helmet over his hand as his blood quickens in his veins.

After a bit of struggling, Singh is fully suited up.

Jamie's got a head start. Already in his flight suit, he sprints to his bay, Rapier ten, as it's pushed out toward the flight line. Up the ladder and inside, he tries to get the tremors in his hands under control as he pulls on his gloves and his helmet.

Ona arrives with her Sabre where Clearoff is already starting the scramble pre-flight checks.

«Cyric, looks like we're the second launch wave.» Julianna offers. «Hope the first wave routed them.»

With a metallic hiss, Cyric launches his Rapier II into space his sensors whirling as he waits for the tactical situation to resolve itself into something approximating clarity and someone in command to tell them what was going on.

The fighters will need to go out first; she'll have to go after that. Putting on her gear, Captain Bradshaw tunes into the squadron frequency to find out the situation that has necessitated a full scramble.

Julianna has clearance for launch and takes off, forming up on the minutemen. «Linking sensors, we'll get a better image of what's going on.»

The graceful chaos of a scramble ensues with pilots jumping into their birds and taxing to the launch tubes. Over the comm channel, the green-tinted image of the red-haired communications officer Lt. Murphy appears, "All pilots, be advised. We have inbound Kilrathi bombers and capships approaching from multiple vectors. I will be relaying you in groups." As each group launches a flurry of callsigns, flight names, and vectors can be heard over the comm.

The space around the Majestic is extremely busy as the fighters and bombers light their thrusters to group up away from the launchers to ensure room is given. All three of the Majestics escorts are launching their complements as they light their engines. Both of the Ventures can be seen nearby the Majestic along with a pair of Rapiers holding position above the Bengal class carrier.

"CRAPCRAPCRAPCRAPCRAP!TheyfoundusOkJulesjustlikethesims" Jules says to herself.

Silence's Rapier blasts out into space on the starboard side of the Majestic. Pulling up and over the ship, he maneuvers into formation with those members of the 1087th who're already in the air. « Cyric, this is Silence. I'm on your wing. »

Ona realises that this is very much it. This will be a decisive battle. Whoever lost today would be done in this system. Her and Clearoff were to make sure that it wasn't them.

«Acknowledged! Form up! We have enemies inbound!» Cyric says eagerly as his hands ready for the battle ahead and his craft sets in for the autopiloting vector indicated on his nav computer.

Blowing out a short, slow breath into his helmet, Jamie keeps an eye on his radar display. It wouldn't be real yet… not until those red blips started showing up on his screen. « Copy that. I'm with you. »

«P-pairing autopilot! Alpha 3, designation (pause) Karen.» Karen radios.

Kobold's Stiletto nears the group, «So where are we off to guys? I don't see anything yet.»

«Hey Ackerman, form up! Link the sensors, we'll be able to triangulate whatever there is.» Karen radios.

«Karen, it's Kobold; please don't make a target for the cats.» Kobold responds.

Ona waits for the targeting data to come through. The cap ships were probably going to be hanging back, with the bombers and their escorts coming in first.

Lt. Murphy's red hair and gentle face appears on the comm, «Ona, you will lead Tango flight in an attack on a Kamekh class corvette, which has probable bomber support. Mango flight will be your escort and consist of Talon, Silence, Kobold, and Karen. Coordinates are being sent to your nav systems now. You are ordered to make all due haste – ramscoops closed and burn some fuel pilots. Good Luck!» The transmission was rapid fire and provided in only two breathes. The strain of relaying so much information in so short a time, apparent in her voice. «Good Luck!» She finishes. Over the comm channel, she appears again; directing another pair of flights on their mission.

«Acknowledged, Tango Leader out» Ona acknowledges.

«Aye Kobold.» Karen responds to Kobold.

One Black Cat Sabre and a pair of Green Knight Sabres pull up alongside Ona's Sabre. «We are ready when you are lead» radios one of the Green Knights.

Ona sets her course and goes to afterburner.

«Understood, Majestic. Tango flight, we will look after you. Linking up autopilot. Engaging ramscoops.» Cyric's Rapier links up with the others and they dart off to Glory!

There were times that Silence was glad to be in a single person fighter. No one else could see his expressions when he didn't activate his video comm. He swallowed. « Scoops closed. Increasing velocity. »

Karen struggles to follow as her top speed is much higher but cruising is lower. «Scoops 98% closed, matching Ona.»

The journey to the target zone is fast as the fighters bolt through space like ever accelerating bullets. After a mere 20 seconds, the fighters begin to rapidly decelerate; the Kilrathi strike group visible on radar and clearly slowing down themselves to meet the Confed interceptors. If it weren’t for the fuel cost and danger of such high acceleration and velocity travel; this method of movement would likely be more commonplace.

«Tango Flight, form up in a loose diamond formation. Mango Flight, I want you ahead of me. We need to clear any fighter escort before we go in for the Kamekh.» Ona orders.

Karen tight beams to Silence. «FIrst big sortie?»

Karen looks at her wing assignment. 2 stilettos, 2 rapiers and 4 sabres, not a lot of redundancy.

« Yeah, » Silence replies, simply enough, as he's pushing the throttle up higher to swing around the Sabres into a point escort position. « But don't worry. I've been practicing. »

«Acknowledged, Tango lead. We will clear the way for you!» Cyric says eagerly.

Karen responds, «I'm not. I am… I don't know… Look, remember what I said, you can outrun anything the cats have out there. Don't forget it.»

«Kobold, acknowledges; hope this goes well… just us 2nd Lt.s flying escort and all.» Kobold radios nervously.

Responding on the laser link, Silence replies, tensely, « I'm not running from anything the Sabres can't get away from, Karen. But I haven't forgotten. »

As the ships close to combat range, three Dralthi accelerate forward; directing their attention to the Confed Bombers. The pair of Grikaths; however, hold back and begin to tighten their formation with the Corvette; clearly trying to remain below the flak angles of the corvette while also contributing to the corvette’s defense with neutron turrets and Friend-or-Foe missiles.

«Ok, just like the sims, right? Only this time there's no asteroids.» Karen radios.

«Good, I hate asteroids. Mango, assist us with those Dralthi please» Ona broadcasts.

«Silence, we can't let them attack our bombers. We must clear the Dralthi before Tango flight engages the corvette. Watch out for the Grikaths, they are hanging back by the corvette to suppress us, Tango Lead. Mango, engage Dralthis. One on One. I'll target Dral1, Silence Dral2, Karen Dral3.» Cyric radios, taking charge.

« Solid copy, Cyric. Send me a target, and I'll do my best. » Silence responds.

«What about Kobold?» Karen Tightbeams

«Good Luck, Minutemen! Let's teach them that they never should have left Kilrah!» Talon radios.

«Permission to engage?» Karen radios. «Illuminati engaging, let's light'em up.»

Ona moves to engage the first Dralthi with her own guns.

«Mango Flight, you have your targets! Give them hell! Break and Attack!» Cyric punches afterburners as his RapierII plunges through space like a spear at the Dralthi's heart who are far too distracted by the bombers to notice them. Let's put them on notice!

«Acknowledged, targetting Dral3» Karen responds.

Ona and Clearoff swung their guns to aim at Dralthi 1. They needed to be aggressive, but not stupidly so.

"Ok Jules, on his six, and take him out. Let Kobold get the last shot and you can sleep at night." Julianna says to herself. «Karen Guns guns guns.»

«Going for aft attack, here goes nothing.» Kobold radios as he bursts his Stiletto forward; hard turn and lock! «FOX 2!»

«Tango Lead, guns guns guns» Ona radios.

« Ready to break… target in sight! » Silence radios.

Karen's stiletto maneuvers smoothly and in a less erratic way than one would be used to seeing. She burns hot attempting to overshoot the dralthi, and at the apogee cuts all thrust pulling a 180 while letting her inertia carry her forward.

COMBAT BOT: Talon's Dumbfire Missile scored a critical hit on Dral1.
Dral1 lost their front shields and had their craft's missile launchers blown up.

COMBAT BOT: Dral1 could not fire a missile due to the destruction of their Missile Launchers.

COMBAT BOT: Silence's Dumbfire Missile scored a critical hit on Dral2.
Dral2 lost their aft shields and had their craft's tail sheared off.

COMBAT BOT: Dral3's Dumbfire Missile scored a critical hit on BC2.
BC2 lost their front shields and had their craft's controls fried.

COMBAT BOT: Dral2's Dumbfire Missile scored a critical hit on BC2.
BC2 lost their aft shields and had their craft's right wing blasted to pieces.

COMBAT BOT: GR1 passes this round.

COMBAT BOT: Karen's shots missed Dral3 completely.

COMBAT BOT: GrKn1's Dumbfire Missile scored a critical hit on Dral2.
Dral2 lost their aft shields and had their craft's tail sheared off.

Dral2 is shredded to pieces and explodes as its ship's core detonates from shrapnel.

COMBAT BOT: GrKn2 scored several hits on Dral1 with Full Guns.
Dral1 lost their front shields and had their craft's maneuvering thrusters caved in.

Dral1 is shredded to pieces and explodes as its ship's core detonates from shrapnel.

COMBAT BOT: Ona is unable to complete their attack as Dral1 has been taken out.

COMBAT BOT: FrFlak passes this round.

COMBAT BOT: GR2 passes this round.

COMBAT BOT: GrKnG2 is unable to complete their attack as Dral2 has been taken out.

COMBAT BOT: Kobold's Javelin HS Missile was unable to maintain lock and hit Dral3.

COMBAT BOT: GrKnG1 only scored glancing hits on Dral3 with Aft Neutron Turret.
Dral3 lost their front shields and their front armor absorbed the hit.

COMBAT BOT: BC2 is unable to complete their attack as Dral1 has been taken out.

COMBAT BOT: BC2G is unable to complete their attack as Dral1 has been taken out.

COMBAT BOT: Clearoff is unable to complete their attack as Dral1 has been taken out.

COMBAT BOT: GR2G passes this round.

COMBAT BOT: Fral'nar'Lath passes this round.

COMBAT BOT: GR1G passes this round.

And the opening attack is spectacular… so many Fireworks and burnt fur and two of Dralthi explode on Contact. Unfortunately, Cadillac – a Black Cat Sabre Pilot – eats two dumbfires and loses control of his sabre. The Kamekh and Grikaths have not slowed down either and have entered range of the assailants – they now start firing wildly.

Silence settles in behind the second Dralthi as it dives in toward the Sabres. Drawing in a deep breath, he fires off several salvos with his guns, followed by a dumbfire. A section of the Dralthi explodes, and he calls out, « Solid hit! Almost got 'im! I can take this one! »

«We have a slippery fellow here, let's just keep him busy Kobold» Karen radios.

«Wait, are they doing a torpedo run already?» Karen radios on friendly frequency «Requesting new orders»

«Dang it, Roger that Karen. Going for another attempt» Kobold radios and tries for another pass.

«Tango Units. Hold off on torpedo fire. Deal with the fighters first!» Ona radios.

« Dralthi Flight almost Annihilated! Good Work, Everyone! Target the remaining Dralthi, Mango Flight! Then the lead Grikath!» Cyric howls in triumph as the Dralthi flight starts disintegrating and the way is opened up for an attack on the enemy corvette!

«We are getting hailed by flak already ma'am, It's time to clean house.» radios Green Knight 1 – a Cap. Ruun'jefski of the Green Knight squadron.

« Yes, please, and thaaaank you…. » Gripping the stick of his fighter, Silence spins toward a new target.

«Talon, we have Dral3 boxed in, I suggest covering the sabres.» Karen radios.

«Understood, Green Knight 1. Setting up for torpedo run» Ona switches targets.

Ona runs in for a high speed attack run. You needed to be as aggressive as possible here. Throw caution to the solar wind.

«Damn, too banged up, going Evasive. Aborting run,» radios Cadillac.

«Kill Dralthi 3, Mango Flight! Then target the Grikaths! We need to protect the Sabres!» Cyric orders.

"OK here goes nothing" Karen says «Attention dralthi pilot, please explain why the grikath pilot said your claws are dull and soft.»

« Watch the flak, they're tryin' to get a bead on us! » Silence radios.

As the Sabres close, three FF missiles fly free from the Kilrathi Formation. «Hah, Now you will see a True Warrior in Battle» Radios the surviving Dralthi.

«The grikaths? I'm sure. But in my crosshairs, all I see is a pretty little kitty.» Karen replies. "OHGODWHATAMIDOING?"

«Tangos, beware enemy Friend-Foe Missiles! We will pull this Dralthi apart and be there presently! Time to die, Cats!» Cyric settles behind the enemy six and unleashes all of his guns into the enemy's rear as his flight joins him on finishing the sole surviving Dralthi quickly!

«I see the missiles!» Ona says, as she activates her ECM systems.

«Dralthi, who is your superior officer? I would like to know who to inform of your failure» Karen continues.
«You have another option, Run!»
«It's a big galaxy, no one will miss you.»

«Hahahahah» The Dralthi radios seconds before firing a dumbfire at Ona's Sabre.

COMBAT BOT: Dral3's Dumbfire Missile scored a critical hit on Ona.
Dral3's missile launcher clicks empty for Dumbfire Missiles.
Ona lost their front shields and had their craft's nose chewed off.

COMBAT BOT: Talon scored multiple weapon hits on Dral3 with Full Guns.
Dral3 lost their aft shields and had their craft's tail sheared off.

COMBAT BOT: GR1's Fang FF Missile scored a critical hit on BC2.
BC2 lost their front shields and had their craft's right wing blasted to pieces.

COMBAT BOT: FrFlak's shots missed Kobold completely.

FrFlak scored multiple weapon hits on Dral3 with Medium Flak Turret.
Dral3 lost their front shields and took minor damage to their craft's right wing.

FrFlak scored several hits on Dral3 with Medium Flak Turret.
Dral3 lost their aft shields and took minor damage to their craft's left wing.

FrFlak scored several hits on Dral3 with Medium Flak Turret.
Dral3 lost their front shields and took severe damage to their craft's guns.

Dral3's ship was destroyed by severe damage across the ship in addition to the loss of structural elements.

FrFlak only scored glancing hits on Kobold with Medium Flak Turret.
Kobold lost their front shields and their front armor absorbed the hit.

COMBAT BOT: GR2's Fang FF Missile scored a critical hit on BC2.
BC2 lost their aft shields and took crippling damage to their craft's guns.

BC2's ship exploded due to a critical failure of ship's integrity in addition to the loss of structural elements.

COMBAT BOT: Karen is unable to complete their attack as Dral3 has been taken out.

COMBAT BOT: GrKnG2 is unable to complete their attack as Dral3 has been taken out.

COMBAT BOT: GrKnG1 is unable to complete their attack as Dral3 has been taken out.

COMBAT BOT: Silence scored multiple weapon hits on GR2 with Full Guns.
GR2 lost their aft shields and took minor damage to their craft's maneuvering thrusters.

COMBAT BOT: Kobold is unable to complete their attack as Dral3 has been taken out.

COMBAT BOT: Clearoff is unable to complete their attack as Dral3 has been taken out.

COMBAT BOT: GR2G only scored glancing hits on GrKn1 with Aft Neutron Turret.
GrKn1 had their front shields weakened.

COMBAT BOT: Fral'nar'Lath's Fang FF Missile scored a critical hit on GrKn2.
GrKn2 lost their front shields and their front armor absorbed the hit.

COMBAT BOT: GR1G only scored glancing hits on GrKn2 with Aft Neutron Turret.
GrKn2 had their aft shields weakened.

COMBAT BOT: Ona is unable to complete their attack as Dral3 has been taken out.

COMBAT BOT: GrKn1's Torpedo gets caught part-way through the shields and detonates before hitting Fral'nar'Lath.
It was hit in the right side and its Hull hit severely.

COMBAT BOT: GrKn2's Torpedo gets caught part-way through the shields and detonates before hitting Fral'nar'Lath.
It was hit in the aft side and its Hull hit severely.

«HAHAHAHAH…» And static as the Dralthi 3 eats Flak for breakfast, lunch and dinner from his own ally. Said Allies, ECM and Shields barely stop the torpedoes… but too late as their warheads had passed the Phase Shields. The detonation spreading along the hull of the Corvette.

It is not all Fun and Games as a Black Cat's Sabre eats one of the Fang FF missiles. Fortunately, as the ship was disintegrating, one and then another ejection pod pops off from the fighter.

Silence radios, « One of the Grikaths is weaving in front of me…. taking a shot. Solid hit! I've got this one, guys…. »

«performing a sensor sweep» Karen radios.

Ona realises that she's set her torpedo for a fighter…
Good thing it was destroyed first. She also notices she's missing a nose

«No! we lost our black cat! We need to get that kamekh out as fast as possible!» Karen broadcasts.

«Target the Grikaths! Break and Attack!» Cyric heart pulses as he watches the enemy Dralthi pilot dies by its own capship as he turns all of his attention to the two remaining Grikaths afterburning with his dumb-fire ready to unleash hell on the enemy!

«We will pick you up Black Cats! Once the battle is won! Stay frosty!» Cyric radios.

«Hmm… Tough Bugger, Lining for second Pass Tango Lead.» radios one of the Green Knight Sabres - his wingman following.

«Attention Grikath pilots, your escort has fallen, you cannot hope to defeat us, if you surrender, we will treat you with decency. I cannot see the honor in dying in such a weak ship as yours.» Karen radios again trying to remove some heat from the bombers.

"Comeoncomeon Jules Keep it together, keepittogether."

«This battle means nothing, you shall fall before the Might of the Kilrathi Empire.» radios the Lead Grikath.

A bead sweat rolls down her face, and lands on Karen’s lips.

Ona ignores the taunts

Focused and intent, maybe a little too much so, Silence stares ahead through his cockpit as his ship closes with the second Grikath. He thumbs a missile arming switch and prepares to fire.

«You shall be a snack for Sivar by the time I'm done killing you. Hope your Hrai has enough extras to replace you, Cat! Don't fret! You'll see them soon and I'll enjoy sending all of you off together!» Cyric taunts the grikaths.

Cyric grins as he comes up behind the enemy and opens fire.

«Kobold, look at GR2's right panels… some sparks are bleeding, can you open the can a bit more?» Karen radios.

«Kobold acknowledges, going for an aft lock-on..» Kobold radios as he flies past the corvettes, spins in high G and slowly approaches from behind. On the approach, the turret starts shooting at Kobold, so he tries to dodge some of the neutrons. «FOX 2» He radios.

«Oh come now, you could barely turn in that bucket, the empire doesn't care for your life, it sent you to die, alone, in space. You can survive this, no one will know, just drop all your munitions, your comms and your shields. We can escort you somewhere safe.» Karen continues. "Come on! crack you pilot!"

COMBAT BOT: Talon scored multiple weapon hits on GR2 with Full Guns.
GR2 lost their aft shields and took crippling damage to their craft's tail.

COMBAT BOT: Silence's Spiculum IR Missile scored a critical hit on GR2.
GR2 lost their aft shields and had their craft's engines shot up.

COMBAT BOT: FrFlak scored multiple weapon hits on Ona with Medium Flak Turret.
Ona lost their aft shields and their left armor absorbed the hit.

FrFlak only scored glancing hits on GrKn2 with Medium Flak Turret.
GrKn2 lost their aft shields and their left armor absorbed the hit.

FrFlak scored multiple weapon hits on Ona with Medium Flak Turret.
Ona lost their front shields and their right armor absorbed the hit.

FrFlak scored multiple weapon hits on GrKn1 with Medium Flak Turret.
GrKn1 lost their aft shields and their right armor absorbed the hit.

FrFlak scored multiple weapon hits on Ona with Medium Flak Turret.
Ona lost their aft shields and their aft armor absorbed the hit.

COMBAT BOT: GR2's Fang FF Missile scored a critical hit on GrKn1.
GrKn1 lost their front shields and their front armor absorbed the hit.

COMBAT BOT: Kobold's Javelin HS Missile scored a critical hit on GR2.
GR2 lost their aft shields and had their craft's tail sheared off.

COMBAT BOT: Clearoff scored multiple weapon hits on GR1 with Aft Neutron Turret.
GR1 lost their front shields and their front armor absorbed the hit.

COMBAT BOT: Fral'nar'Lath's Fang FF Missile scored a critical hit on GrKn2.
GrKn2 lost their front shields and took crippling damage to their craft's cockpit.

COMBAT BOT: GR1 scored multiple weapon hits on GrKn1 with Neutron Guns.
GrKn1 lost their aft shields and took crippling damage to their craft's tail.

COMBAT BOT: Karen scored multiple weapon hits on GR2 with Mass Drivers.
GR2 lost their front shields and had their craft's maneuvering thrusters caved in.

GR2 is shredded to pieces and explodes as its ship's core detonates from shrapnel.

COMBAT BOT: GrKnG2 is unable to complete their attack as GR2 has been taken out.

COMBAT BOT: GrKnG1 is unable to complete their attack as GR2 has been taken out.

COMBAT BOT: GR1G only scored glancing hits on GrKn1 with Aft Neutron Turret.
GrKn1 lost their aft shields and took moderate damage to their craft's power core.

COMBAT BOT: Ona's Torpedo gets caught part-way through the shields and detonates before hitting Fral'nar'Lath.
It was hit in the front side and its Nose are crippled.

Fral'nar'Lath has its spine broken in two followed by numerous explosions along the hull.

COMBAT BOT: GrKn2 is unable to complete their attack as Fral'nar'Lath has been taken out.

COMBAT BOT: GrKn1 is unable to complete their attack as Fral'nar'Lath has been taken out.

As the Sabres roll in, Ona's takes the brunt of the Flak… but to no avail as her torpedo sails in and ends the nuisance. From combined fire, the second Grikath explodes; leaving only a lone Grikath in middle of its comrades.

"Mother of god! not again!" Karen gasps.

Ona sees the corvette breaking apart in front of her. She grins massively.
«Boom! Boom! Shake the Room!»

«K-karen here, targets dispatched…» Singh's hands feel weak at the stick.

Silence pulls back from the Grikath after his missile impacts, avoiding the cloud of debris as Karen finishes it off. He swings around toward the other Grikath, teeth gritted as he sees the explosions near the Kamekh, and more importantly, the Sabres.

"Dispatched… that's a god damn lie… murdered… why won't they just stand down?" Karen asks herself.

«Tango Flight. Check in please. I think we're in a pretty bad shape here» Ona radios.

Cyric watches as the enemy corvette turns into a nice piece of Kilrathi space junk as he turns on the remaining Grikath. «Well done, Tango Flight! Mango Flight, let's kill the remaining Grikath and pick up our own stray Black Cats and go home!»

« Because they're damned cats! Let's wipe them out! » Silence growls over the comms.

The lone bomber pulls away from the dying capship and flies full out at Ona's Sabre… Try or Die, there is little else the Cat would do.

«Last Grikath, stop this! you are not going to win, you will not survive, you will have no honor… Just stop! What the hell is wrong with you?» Karen yells on the radio.

Karen watches a Kilrathi navigator slowly die from decompression, alone in space.

Ona switches to her missiles. This guy was going to die in a stupid way and she was glad to be of assistance here.

«Kobold… save your missiles… he's not worth it.» Karen radios. «Karen (pause) Guns (pause) Guns (pause) Guns (pause) Targetting… last ship»

COMBAT BOT: Silence scored multiple weapon hits on GR1 with Full Guns.
GR1 lost their aft shields and took minor damage to their craft's engines.

COMBAT BOT: Talon's Dumbfire Missile scored a critical hit on GR1.
Talon's missile launcher clicks empty for Dumbfire Missiles.
GR1 lost their aft shields and had their craft's engines shot up.

COMBAT BOT: Kobold scored multiple weapon hits on GR1 with Mass Drivers.
GR1 lost their front shields and took crippling damage to their craft's left wing.

COMBAT BOT: Ona's Pilum FF Missile scored a critical hit on GR1.
GR1 lost their aft shields and had their craft's left wing torn off.

GR1's ship exploded due to a critical failure of ship's integrity in addition to the loss of structural elements.

COMBAT BOT: Karen is unable to complete their attack as GR1 has been taken out.

COMBAT BOT: GrKn2 is unable to complete their attack as GR1 has been taken out.

COMBAT BOT: GrKnG1 is unable to complete their attack as GR1 has been taken out.

COMBAT BOT: GrKnG2 is unable to complete their attack as GR1 has been taken out.

COMBAT BOT: GrKn1 is unable to complete their attack as GR1 has been taken out.

COMBAT BOT: Clearoff is unable to complete their attack as GR1 has been taken out.

And the lone Grikath is trashed.

«Majestic, this is Tango and Mango. Splash one Kamekh!» Ona radios.

Karen inhales and exhales, having lined up on the grikath and watched it being consumed by a slow fireball.

Lowering the throttle and popping open his scoops, Silence pulls away to check on the Sabres. No kills for him today, but at least he was still in one piece.

Cyric radios, «One Black Cat down. Two ejections. Request pickup of two pilots. Enemy fighter screen cleared, Majestic»

«Acknowledged Tango Lead… Good work. All other targets are being accounted for. Conserve your fuel on the return trip, no Ramscoops.» Lt. Murphy radios back to the flights.

«Good job, team, let's regroup for the next leg?» Karen radios.

Cyric radios, «Drinks are on me! Well done, Everyone!»

Clearoff calls in.

«Yeah… again… good job… » Karen says.

«Already picking up the pilot now.» Green Knight 1 radios, his Sabre slowly inching up to an ejection pod. «Ona can you get the gunner?»

Silence radios « Let's just… keep our eyes open, flight lead? Who knows what else is out there…. »

«Majestic. Get the champagne ready, will you» Ona sets her course to pick up the gunner.

«Victory for the Confederation! Sabres we will cover you and head for home. Mango Flight, form up!» Cyric says joyfully.

«Dang, that was crazy. Ready to RTB here Mango Lead, Tango Lead.» Kobold radios, relief in his voice.

«Yes… victory…» Karen repeats in a demure voice.

«Let's form up.» Karen flies to sync up with Talon. «Linking scanners, just in case.»

Scoops open to conserve fuel, Silence falls into formation as the adrenaline begins to fade, leaving him with that metallic flavor in his mouth and an ache in his knees. He's keeping a close eye on his scanners as well, just in case.

«Kobold, let's cover the extremities of the wing to widen the resolution of the scanner net.» Karen radios her wingman.

It takes a bit of time for the Tango and Mango to return to the Majestic with Ramscoops open, but as they approach…

Sensors detect two Capships… flying in at top speed. One blue followed by one orange…. ramscoops are closed for both.

Karen snaps out of her introspection «Attention wing lead, detected two bogeys. Do you copy?»

«Yes, I copy» Ona says.

Silence says, « Think I got somethin' here…. looks like a friendly being pursued by something big! »

«Anyone get an ID or a gravmass analysis on them?» Karen asks.

Talon responds. «Roger. Tangos, how many torpedoes do you have left over?»

Just then both ships slow down dramatically…
and just as dramatically, the Kamekh passes the Venture it was pursuing and … EXPLODES!

«Tango Lead has three… but it looks like we won't be needing them» Ona responds.

«TCS Cook, just what in the hell just happened!» A very angry St. Cloud appears on the comms.

«Understood, Tango Lead. Looks like its been a great day for more than just us.» Cyric says.

Deciding to stay silent and let the senior officers talk to the Cook, Silence keeps his eye on his radar for any additional contacts.

«Taking care of some trash, Majestic» The TCS Cook’s Captain responds. Phase Shields on both the Ventures and the Majestic are still flaring from the Kamekh's debris.

«LT. COMMANDER AULDELL, The Captain … and I, want to speak with you privately! ON Board the Majestic… NOW!!!» St. Cloud broadcasts over the Confed Channel.

«Wait, do you think the Cook just revealed our exact position?» Karen tight beams to Talon

«TCS Cook acknowledges.» radios the TCS Cook's comm officer looking quite sheepish in place of the Cook's Captain Audell.

«Looks that way. I wouldn't know why the XO would be so angry otherwise.» Cyric tight-beams back

«Guessing we'll be doing escort duty while we relocate.» Karen continues.

Silence arches his brows up under his helmet. Unsure of what the problem was, exactly, Silence adds on the wing's laser link, «I'm just glad I'm not getting chewed out. Yet. »

«Anyway, we've likely badly blunted the Kilrathi knife» Ona says.

Cap. Ruun'jefski (GK1) chuckles over the flight group's frequency. «Really ballsy move ramscoop flying back to the carrier, just to dumbfire a torpedo.»

«We did well, we all survived and accomplished the mission.» Karen radios.

«And suicidal, What if they hit the Majestic at those speeds.» 1st Lt. Sviato (Green Knight 2) radios back, gritting his teeth from pain.

«Acknowledged, stop a second later, they would have been a torpedo on the Majestic.» Karen adds.

«Tango and Mango, good work, you are cleared to land.» Lt. Murphy says, giving a little shrug at the end.

«You know, if a capship has it's ramscoops shut, it can't maintain phase shielding, I'm guessing a dumbfire or a mine would be as damaging as a torp.» Karen muses.

«That would have been messy. I'm glad we won and are all okay.» Cyric tight-beams before responding to the Majestic «Acknowledged, Majestic. Ready for Landing.»

«Affirmative and Thank you Magestic» Karen switches to laser link «I suggest letting the sabres land first? We are still pretty intact»

Silence frowns, expression visible through his helmet's visor. « Well, there had to be alert-five fighters ready to go… » "Surely, they couldn't be that vulnerable. Right?"

In the next few minutes, Silence settles his Rapier into the landing queue. When it was his turn, he dropped down into the Majestic's cavernous landing bay, handled the post flight with his techs, and climbed out of the cockpit probably more exhausted than he's ever been. No kills, maybe, but it was his first combat sortie.

«Yes, I'd better land first. Also, I suspect Clearoff will have some treat for me for destroying a corvette» Ona radios.

«Acknowledged. Ladies first!» Cyric parks his craft and allows the sabers to land as he falls into his place in the queue.

Upon landing, Ona invites those of Mango flight to join her in a little ritual in their locker room. "We have a tradition when one of us takes out a cap ship"


In the Black Cats' locker room, a paddling pool has been placed with two fold out chairs in the middle.

Several of her squadron mates are standing around with glasses of champagne… and on a table are several cream pies.

Ona and Clearoff walk in and start to remove their flight suits.

On his way out from the showers and toward the Powderkeg, Jamie pauses and peers through the open door toward the other squadron's lockers. It's an odd sight, and he has to ask, despite the fact that he'd probably love to be crashing in his bunk. "Uh. What's that?"

"Our post-cap ship kill tradition", Ona says. She removes her flight suit and strips down to a long T-shirt.

Clearoff herself does the same.

Jamie's still tense. Post combat high, he's trying to keep his mind off the fear he was feeling not all that long ago. "Huh," he muses, folding his arms over his chest and leaning against the door frame so he can watch.

The two of them step over to the chairs and cooperatively place their arms behind the backs of the chairs, where Jamie sees them tied up with scarves.

The blond arches his brows up. Not exactly the direction Jamie probably expected this to go.

"Ona, Clearoff", their squadron leader says, "You have destroyed an enemy corvette. To avoid you from becoming too big for your breeches, we now have to humble you. Any last words before sentence is carried out?"

Ona smiles. "Nah, I'm happy."

Clearoff grimaces. "I'll get you next time."

Jamie thinks he's got it figured out. He takes a step back, just in order to clear the splatter zone. If there's about to be one.

"Let sentence be carried out" the CO says.

Other pilots grab a cream pie from the table and pie Ona and Clearoff a total of four times.

Their heads are covered in a veritable helmet of cream.

Wincing in sympathy as well as letting out a soft laugh, Jamie internally thanks his lucky stars that he's not where Clearoff and Ona are right now.

Someone moves over to take some pictures.

Then someone comes carrying two large buckets of something green. It looks like soda.

They hand over and the buckets are held over Ona and Clearoff's heads… before being tipped over them.

Jamie quickly scoots out of the way, eyes rather wide. "Oh, gross," he exclaims, though he laughs again a second later.

They are now thoroughly drenched with soda and cream.

More photos and then they're handed glasses of champagne. "To Ona and Clearoff. May we do this to them again soon!"


The following evening, Colonel Taylor sends the following Message to his Pilots.

To All Pilots and Crew of the TCS Majestic Battle Group

There have been a number of rumors going around regarding the recent impromptu engagement with our furrie friends. The fasted spreading one and most ridiculous of them that I've heard is that the cats have a second carrier out there.

To put it simply, I hate rumors and gossip. It has no place on this or any ship. They are to stop immediately or I will start docking pay of anyone that I get word is repeating them. Repeat offenses; let's just say you don't want to know.

I will however squash this second carrier rumor here and now. There were a lot bombers and fighters they sent our way, but the brainiacs have figured out that some of these groups did not come from the jumppoint but were from farther in-system. I will be honest with you, we don't know what hides farther in this system, but it is definitely not a fleet carrier.

I know that many of you fear that we are not going to make it out of this system. This thought is horseshit and self-defeating. Just to show you how damn good you people really are, attached is the after action report Intel sent to me. The cats were stupid enough to spread their forces out like that and we cleaned up every one of them. Right now they probably can't even muster enough bombers to take out a frigate. It will probably be weeks before their carrier is resupplied with enough bombers to even dent us. Even now, we have almost all of our bombers and more than enough torpedoes to take out their ships twice over. So I don't want to hear any of this of "if we get out of this system." It is when we get out of this system.

Damage Report
Capships:
TCS Lancelot: Moderate Damage, 4 crewmen lost (1 due to injuries), 3 severely injured crewmen
TCS Odysseus: Minor Damage

Fighters/Bombers:
7th Bomber Squadron (Sabres): 1 Severe, 3 Moderate, 6 Minor, 6 Undamaged

13th Bomber Squadron (Sabres): 2 Lost (1 Death), 1 Unsalvagable, 1 Severe, 2 Moderate, 6 Minor, 4 Undamaged

102nd Fighter Squadron (Raptors): 2 Downchecked, 6 Lost (3 Deaths), 1 Unsalvagable, 1 Severe, 1 Serious, 3 Moderate, 1 Minor, 1 Undamaged

312th Fighter Squadron (Rapiers): 1 Downchecked, 1 Lost (1 Death), 1 Unsalvagable, 1 Severe, 4 Serious, 2 Moderate, 2 Minor, 4 Undamaged

1087th Fighter Squadron (Rapiers): 1 Downchecked, 3 Lost (1 Death), 1 Severe, 1 Serious, 3 Moderate, 3 Minor, 3 Undamaged

221st Fighter Squadron (Stilettos): 2 Downchecked, 1 Unsalvagable, 1 Severe, 2 Moderate, 5 Minor, 5 Undamaged

Estimated Kilrathi Losses
Ralatha: 1 Destroyed
Ralari: 1 Seriously Damaged, 3 Destroyed
Kamekhs: 7 Destroyed
Hhrisses: 6
Drakhri: 7
Grikaths: 36
Jalthis: 2
Dralthis: 40
Sarthas: 52

And… Seelig weeps hot potentially greasy tears.
As if a thousand, thousand parts screamed out in terror and suddenly fell silent.

Seelig and Fighter Maintenance Group D are working overtime.