The Hail Mary Pass
Hail Mary Pass
Arc: None
Summary: Hail Mary Group consisting of Wide Receiver and Tight End Flights move into their backup position. Little is heard but a discouraging word as the sensors pick up a capship moving to the support the Fralthi. Hail Mary engages a small capship - which is a new, yet to be seen Kilrathi Frigate.
Date: 2659.250
Related Logs: A Not So Friendly Game of Football
Participants: Singh, Cyric, Ona, Clearoff, Silence, Azran

Singh is returning from the gym, wearing sweats, leg warmers and a scrungy… She doesn't look tired or nervous… instead she looks like she's "floating". Light on her feet, her heels rarely making contact with the ground.

She enters the bar, completely oblivious to her state and grabs an electrolyte soda.

Exercise is good, and Jamie's been getting his outside the gym, mostly by annoying the Majestic's crew by jogging the hallways. He arrives at the bar about ten minutes after Julianna, dressed in shorts and a tanktop. Panting, he picks up a water from the bar, spots the Stiletto pilot and starts to head her way. "Ah, mornin', Julianna."

Clearoff enters the bar shortly after and herself gets a fruit juice

"Hey Jamie! What's up? First time I see you out of uniform." Julianna smiles while drinking up her pink syruppy beverage.

Iceblade comes in from the pool area, continuing to dry himself off. The lt. spies the pair, "Hey guys, don’t forgot about the briefing in 10 minutes."

Julianna looks nervously at Philip: "You mean in 40 minutes, right? it's at 1130?"

Clearoff says, "Ah, right, the briefing."

Julianna starts chugging.

Iceblade shakes his head, "Nope message I got said 11."

Set above the ready line, the briefing room is sizable and serves as a briefing area for the Majestic's air wing. Stadium-style seating in five rows provides space for sixty pilots or other flight crew. At the front of the room, a lectern with the Confederation logo stands on a raised platform for presentations, with a trio of chairs located behind it. A large vidscreen is set into the wall, for projecting mission flight paths or other critical information. The side walls are decorated with the insignia of the squadrons operating off of the Majestic.

Already ready for war in his flight uniform, Cyric is at the briefing room wondering where everyone else went and getting nervous at the oddity of being the only one from his group there.

"Not catching me at the right time," Jamie responds, smiling slightly at the woman before he glances back toward the others. "S'cool. This was on my way." He checks his time. "Hell. Guess I better go change."

“Ok Jamie, race ya." Julianna puts down her empty glass and runs towards her bunk.

Iceblade then heads into the men's locker room to get changed in his flight uniform.

Clearoff does the same.

Apparently, surprise motivates him, because Jamie takes off in a sprint toward the bulks a moment later. Shortly after, he'll have at least toweled himself off, and show up in the briefing room suited up properly.

Julianna arrives at the briefing room, her hair in a tight bun and her uniform properly attired.

Cyric says, "What kept you guys? We have a briefing in a couple of minutes."

Julianna enters and sees Commander Schmitd and Cyric.

Megan and Ona enter the briefing room.

Iceblade heads over to take a seat between Talon and Tizona…. the briefing room is surprisingly less occupied for a briefing.

"Situation normal, all weirded up Cyric." Julianna answers grabbing a chair next to Gambit and Cork. She picks up her clipboard and pays attention to "Bury".

The room is noticeably less occupied for this particular briefing than previous times. A handful of pilots have been selected from each of the squadrons for this particular operation. Four Conquistador pilots are present along with a similar foursome from the Green Knights and Star Kings. There are only a few Black Cats: Ona and her squadmate Swordbuddy with their gunner companions. There are quite a few Minutemen present, however, along with a few Illumanti. Seated towards the front and to one side is the queen of resting unpleasant face herself, Lt. Commander Auldwell. On the view screen is clearly visible the Majestic relative to the substantial asteroid field, a large debris field (from the previous scramble defense), and a lone Fralthi is present in the middle of the debris of its former brothers in fur.

Ona and Clearoff sit among their squadron, waiting for the presentation to start.

Jamie slumps down in one of the seats in the Minutemen's section, tapping the notepad on his left leg with its accompanying pencil. He glances around the red-lit room with curiosity on his face before turning his attention toward the front.

Once the pilots get seated, Colonel Taylor begins the briefing. “Sorry to break you all away from your restful patrols here in Rygannon, but something big and furry has parked itself close to the asteroid field.” Col. Taylor begins with a bit of snark to grab the pilots’ attention.

Mumbling under his breath, Jamie peers up at the screen. "A goddamn Fralthi? Hell…."

Karens eyes dart towards Azran, (unless he isn't here in which case she looks at his empty chair)

“As you are probably becoming aware, the cats are searching for something in this system and it isn’t us. So, we have two carriers in this system playing cat and mouse not with each other but a pair of mice hanging out here – one mouse has fur and the other is decided more ape-like.” Taylor says, laying out the general situation. “Now, we don’t quite know who these hot-shot Talons are that are running around in the asteroids, but it is better for us that the cats don’t find them.”

A Fralthi class cruiser interests Ona and Clearoff considerably. If they can bag one of those, the plaudits from their comrades would be epic.
Along with the pieing.

Leaning back in his seat with his brow furrowed in concern, Jamie starts making a couple of notes about the positioning of the different ships up on the screen.

Taylor then continues, “We know that the Kilrathi are using this Fralthi as a command, control, and refueling station for their search efforts; and we are going to remove it.” Taylor panes the room briefly before gesturing between Fralthi and the Majestic. “Now I enjoy a good ole strike mission as much as the rest of you, but we are way too far behind enemy lines. Hell, I won’t sugar coat it, Perry may be lost already.”

“What the collonel is saying, is we cannot afford any losses right now.” Commander Schitmd interrupts. “So we have come up wita plan to minimize losses.”

Karen audibly gasps and covers her mouth in shock.

Iceblade's brow furrows, "how did the CAG get a hold of alcohol" Phillip thinks to himself.

Cyric stiffens in his chair his mind racing at the prospect of losing the Perry station, the only real defense this sector has without the Majestic even being in a position to defend it. Its loss would be catastrophic for the War effort as the Cats would have a backdoor directly to Sol sector.

Jamie reaches up to smooth a few fingers through his blonde hair. While he's still catching up on his education in regards to tactics, the implications of losing Perry in the Gemini sector clearly aren't lost on him.

Colonel Taylor looks at Commander Schmitd with an unpleasant expression. “Yes, Thank you Commander. The plan is the TCS Cook will act as bait for the Kilrathi interceptors by masquerading as half a squadron of Sabres and not hiding its approach.”

This sparks a look of “what the hell” from Lt. Commander Auldwell - captain of the Cook.

Taylor continues, “This diversion will draw the Kilrathi away from the Fralthi. Escorting the TCS Cook will be Linebacker Flight consisting of Captain Ramirez, First Lieutenant Foster, and Second Lieutenants Bradford and Walsh along with Frontlinemen Flight consisting of Captain Cheswick, First Lieutenant Martin and Second Lieutenants Amrita and Aeneas. Your task is to approach the Fralthi and once the Kilrathi interceptors gain significant distance from the Fralthi, disengage emissions. This will catch the Kilrathi stuck in-between your position and the Fralthi. First Lieutenant Williams and Second Lieutenant Walzer will be Safety Flight further back, relaying intel from Football Group.”

Ona made some notes here. Nice that they were not going to be bait here.

Jamie's pencil moves quickly across his notepad.

Lt. Commander Auldwell is visibly pissed but says nothing. “Oh, and Captain Ramirez, you are in charge of Football Group,” Taylor adds without even looking at the Lt. Cmdr. whose nasty expression has been replaced by shock and indignation.

Karen gives a concerned look to Iceblade.

Lt. Bradford gets a really shit-eating grin on his face at the bit of come-up-ance the TCS Cook's Captain received.

Cyric waits with growing impatience and eagerness for his role in the coming battle to be mentioned.

Taylor continues on, detailing Shadow group consisting of Quarterback Flight’s Green Knight Sabres and Running Back Flight’s Star King Rapiers. “First Lieutenant Jameson will be providing Jamming assistance to reduce your signature but you need to limit your emissions just the same.. Your main task is to take the following nav route to the Fralthi.” Visible on the nav screen is a group of Sabres and Rapiers taking a circuitous path arcing out and then back to intersect with the Fralthi. “Avoid Kilrathi patrols and interceptors if at all possible. Once you arrive at the Fralthi, don’t worry about dogfighting, Quarterback go straight for the Fralthi while Running Back flight keeps the remaining cat escorts busy.”

Taylor then looks to the Black Cats, “In order to ensure destruction of the Fralthi, Captain Bradshaw will lead Hail Mary Group consisting of Wide Receiver Flight – herself and First Lieutenant Pearson – and escorted by Tight End Flight consisting of Second Lieutenants Karde, Reynolds, and Singh. You’ll take the following route to reach the backstop nav point on the opposite side of the Fralthi.”

"Well", Clearoff says, "In that case, you boys and girls had better get an entire barrel of whipped cream ready."

So far, Jamie's looking mildly relieved. The Minutemen aren't exactly known as the Majestic's top gun squadron, and they haven't been assigned the heavy lifting. It's clearly got him curious as to what part he and the other former ISS pilots are going to play with this Fralthi, though.

Karen starts averting her eyes from the screen. Still listenning intently. This is just a bit much for her.

"Are we not going to be called into the main battle against the Fralthi or its escorts, Commander?" Cyric says in a neutral tone covering the sinking feeling of disappointment and frustration at being held back from the main part of the battle yet again.

Taylor directs his attention to Lt. Karde, "Your group Lt., is our ace in the hole, in-case the situation out there changes." Taylor then returns to looking towards Cap. Bradshaw.

Visible on the view screen is a straight-line route to Nav 1, followed by a rapid increase in speed to Nav 2. Taylor then provides more detailed instructions pointing at each navpoint on the view screen, “Once you reach Nav 1, you will drop emissions, close ramscoops and gain as much speed as possible as you travel to Nav 2.” Next the Hail Mary group is shown making a straight shot journey to Nav 3 and then a slower approach to Nav Backstop. “Once at Nav 2, you will cut thrusters and use your momentum to reach Nav 3 at which point you open ramscoops and use your short bursts of maneuvering thrusters to slow to a stop at Nav Backstop.”

Karen raises her hand and asks quietly "Two questions sir: what kind of patrols have been spotted in the area that we are to avoid? Also, does intell know how many direct torpedo impacts will it take to disable a carrier like a Fralthi?"

Ona made notes on this, copying the diagram on the screen.

Karen mentally calculates the odds of success.

Taylor responds, "Karen, patrols are expected to be quite light as many of them will making a bee-line to the TCS Cook. Most important is that your group remains undetected." Taylor then directs his attention squarely at Captain Bradshaw, “Once you reach the Backstop point, Hail Mary will wait for the Football…" Taylor then clarifies the analogy, "the signal from Shadow that they are unable to reach the Fralthi or need assistance at the Fralthi. At that point, your group must make the final pass. If so required, focus on killing the Fralthi as quickly as possible and bugging out.”

Taylor then looks directly at Bradshaw’s eyes… sizing her up it seems. “If the situation appears to be going south or deviating from the plan, Captain Bradshaw, you will have to use your own instincts based on the information available.”

Karen mumbles: "A fralthi has 20 fighters on board… we're sending more than 10 fighters. assuming 1/2 are sartha things should be OK-ish… "

"Aye, aye, sir." Ona nods.

"Let's hope it goes north then", Clearoff adds.

Taylor then finishes looking around at all of the personnel thus assembled. “Remember your instincts and your training people, they have carried you this far; and they have damn well already been well tested and passed. Good Luck and Good Hunting Pilots. Make me proud out there. Dismissed!” Taylor shouts out at the end.

Karen chuckles at that pun.

Ona and Clearoff walk over to the rest of their 'element'.

"Ready to toast a Fralthi then?" Ona said.

"And you're all invited to the party afterwards", Clearoff adds.

Pushing up from his seat, Jamie joins Karde and Singh. Pilots he's used to flying with, at the very least. "See you all on the flight deck, huh?" He says, doing his best to keep his nerves under check.

"Onto the flight deck we go, onto fight? We don't know." Cyric says quietly.

Random Roll Leadership Social from Col. Taylor: 17.5 You guys feel inspired

Karen says, "Yeah, Iceblade, be careful out there.” …. “Wait I suddenly feel inspired. I think things are gonna be OK."

Iceblade, invigorated by the briefing and ending speech, heads out following Tizona to down to the Hangar deck. "Me too, Good Luck" Iceblade responds to Karen

"If they pull the fighters off, we can just stand out of range of their guns and Bob's your uncle", Ona says.

"I envy you. You will be right at the heart of this coming fight. Best of luck and Happy Hunting, Iceblade!" Cyric says with a grin as he marches off to the flight deck.

"Happy Hunting", Ona says to the rest of her bomber squadron as they head off.

"So, let's put a cap in a capital ship", Clearoff says.

"We'll be doing our best!" Jamie exhales, before tucking his helmet under his arm and starting off in a jog down the corridor that'll lead to the flight deck and his fighter.

Karen nods. She is conflicted by Taylor's 'trust your instincts' line though.

"It’s up to you to decide but let's not wait too long before we decide to get stuck in. I hate being trapped on the sidelines while the real action is on the field." Cyric says.

Karen then says, "Cyric, Jamie, Jacquie, Meg, Jason, er… you, let's get going?"

"Meet you on deck!" Jamie calls, as he heads in that direction.

Karen freezes in place as Captain Auldwell walks by her, unflinching. She feels a cold shiver run down her spine. She gives a worried look at Iceblade's back, not worries about the kilrathi this time.

Cyric is already marching there, his thoughts on Iceblade and wishing he could trade wing positions. Strapping into his fighter and readying himself for launch.

Part catapult and part airlock, the launch tubes of the Bengal-class allow for rapid deployment of its fighter wing. Eight tubes are set along the starboard side of the ship, virtually identical in construction. Each is kept closed to space by a heavy door at the far end of the tube, with the inside end sporting a similar portal. The blue-green track of a tractor beam emitter is visible along the floor of the tube, used to fling a spacecraft within out into space. Set along the walls to both sides are narrow catwalks for maintenance or emergency usage.

And now they launch, second group out of the launch tubes are the boys and girls of Hail Mary group.

Ona is feeling pretty confident here. Getting a Fralthi would be a medal worthy achievement.

Cyric launches with his Hail Mary Flight for the Backstop nav point.

The group heads off to Nav 1, for the start of a really bizarre and blind-folded journey.

Second in line in Tight End, Silence grips the control sticks of his Rapier as the ship launches out of the Majestic's starboard side and out into space. He'll fall into formation with his wingleader, some distance back from Bradshaw and Pearson.

«Coasting for 300K… we had better be accurate in our vector and hope there's no solar wind. Have any of you pulled this kind of maneuver before?» Karen comms.

«Not since my 21st birthday» Clearoff replies.

«Once» Swordbuddy comments, «Shouldn't be too bad.»

« Can't be any harder than flying a Scim through an asteroid field, » Silence replies over the comms.

«Scims and rocks go together like sugar on mangoes! It's such a smooth ride, you gotta appreciate the tactile response of the thrusters.» Karen replies having two of her favorite things disparaged.

Nav 1 is quick enough to reach, but now comes the fun part. The Blindfold… no active sensors…. max acceleration and no ramscoops to slow the fighters down.

But space is space right….virtually empty.

«Lowering shields to reduce EM signature.»

Ona does the same in her case.

"By the end of the day, 400 candles will burn out, dead, but it's to save 1000. Come on Jules, you can do this." She tells herself, radio off.

Following the cues of the other pilots, Silence shuts down his nonessential systems and blows out a short breath, eyes wandering through space. Not much to see, obviously.

Ona checks and rechecks her weapon systems. They will need to work to destroy this cruiser.

Cyric shuts down non-essential systems and follows his orders woodenly, grieving that he won't be at the center of this important battle.

The speed begins increasing… rapidly. By the time they hit nav 2, the ships have reached not several hundred meters per second but several hundred kilometers per second.

«Guys, check it out! Blue shift!» Karen radios in tight band, trying to distract herself from the thoughts of ending more lives.

«Focus on the job at hand please» Ona says as she set ups for the next part of their flight

Azran, quieter even than usual, follows suit with the system adjustments. He ignores Karen's call out entirely.

Silence lives up to his name, as well. He doesn't want to admit that actually seeing a blue shift, through his cockpit, no less, is just a little bit disquieting.

The flight progress feels slow… agonizingly so, but the trip is actually quite fast The lack of sensor data is certainly making the journey rather monotonous even if it is only taking them 10 minutes to reach Nav 3.

"Please don't be off target, please don't be off target." Karen tells herself.

Ramscoops open automatically, and thrusters begin to slow the speeds. Without main engine thrust though, the speeds climb down very slowly.

«Everyone, keep an eye out for the cruiser» Ona says.

Cyric is feeling introspective - 10 minutes of cold, hard eternity alone with his thoughts. Like an old school sailor, navigating by little more than the stars almost drifting in the ocean of blackness dotted by their fickle candlelight.

Karen feels a slight negative g force and lurches forward slightly. Her acceleration absorbers were overwhelmed by this maneuver. "Well, stars are yellow again, that's nice." She tells herself.

And the group finally comes to a rest, 10,000 meters from backstop. Quite close really.

Azran holds in silence and stillness as the trip progresses, only making the occasional slight twitch to adjust for drift. As the decel begins, he reaches toward the power console, ready to reset to it's proper battle configuration upon order to attack.

Silence grasps his controls as speeds return to something that can be handled by human reflexes. He engages the tight-beam with the rest of the flight. « I think we're in position. When should we engage active sensors, flight lead? »

Off in the distance, you think you can make out the yellow shine of a Kilrathi Cruiser.
No signal or fireworks yet, but Hail Mary is quite early.

Ona looks on passive sensors to see if the cruiser is on its own or has company. «When we get the signal. If we start early, then the whole plan will fall apart.»

Passive sensors pick up a small amoeba effect around the Fralthi, there is movement.

Silence clicks his mic twice to indicate acknowledgment.

Karen's passive gravidar shows a mass, about 20 000t. Seems like a cruiser to her.

Swordbuddy clicks his mic. He is cool as a cucumber right now. "Doubt those Green Knight Hotshots will fail."

Cyric stills his mind as he hesitates over the controls that should return his ship [and him] back to roaring life at a moment's notice. His eyes focused only on piercing the void between his silent flight of reservists and the cruiser where this fight would be decided as if willing the universe to allow him to join the battle.

All Ona and Clearoff can do now is wait.
Radio silence until it is time to party.

After only a few minutes, something new appears on sensors.

The passive sensors begin to pick up signals at the edge of passive detection.

Karen notices a second gravity well.

Cyric's eyes are immediately drawn to the sensor echo as well as his ears wait for orders to engage or investigate.

Silence frowns, brow crinkling under his helmet as he waits for the new signal to resolve.

Karen fidgets with her shield controls, trying to not turn them back on… yet.

Ona waits for the signal to resolve itself. If the Talon carrier was to turn up here…

Azran glances down at the blip on his radar, grunts slightly, and returns his gaze forward.

Sensor data is sparse, but the object is larger than a bomber, faster than any known destroyer, and following a chord-route through the sensor circle. Whatever ship it is, it is clearly heading right to the Fralthi from the direction of the Xytani jumppoint.

«Orders?» Cyric tightbeams to Ona as he watches the enemy flight.

«Activate sensors!» Ona orders. «Prepare to engage!»

"Corvette or frigate… got it." Karen says to herself

Ona turns on her shields and her active sensors.

Karen turns on her shields… "Shoulda scanned some more" she thought.

"Must be a corvette," Silence mumbles to himself as he watches the blip move across his radar. Then, communications light up, and he waits until he spots the sudden flood of signal from the Sabres before gritting his teeth and activating his own shields and weapons.

Cyric's craft responds immediately as his power turns hot and his sensors go active. Cyric himself is waiting for permission to engage afterburners mildly irritated at being held back this long.

Azran smirks excitedly at the call to battle and flicks his wrist at the power console, snapping the settings back to battle ready, «Prepared.»

Once the sensors activate… it is not a Kamekh and it is not a Ralari…. Database comes back negative.

«Did we get an IFF, is it the Cook?» Karen asks.

Ona is taking a gamble and she knows it. She believes this is a third-party vessel engaging in an attack on the Fralthi.

«Definitely not, It is a Kitty Cat ship according to IFF.» Swordbuddy radios.

«Affirmative, ready to go hot…» Karen breaths a sigh of relief.

Ona broadcasts, «All units. We're going in for a single buzz pass on the Fralthi. Run in, launch torpedoes and leave before they can launch fighters.»

Ona adds, «Keep out of their gun run if you can help it.»

Karen rolls her eyes.

«What about the unknown contact? Signature indicates its Kilrathi.» Cyric asks.

«That's why we're doing a buzz attack. We can't get both» Ona responds.

«Captain, we are two sabres, we don't have the kind of firepower to take out a Fralthi.» Karen reminds.

As the group approaches the Fralthi, 8 Confed fighters are spotted duking it out against the Fralthi with some flak and only 4 Sarthas … 3 Sarthas.

Missile Range 30 seconds.

«Good point. Then we bag the Corvette» Ona switches to target the Corvette…

Azran guns the engines and arms the heaviest ordinance available, «Affirmative.»

Karen scans the capship.

«Acknowledged. Engaging unknown enemy contact.» Cyric says as he arms his weapons and scans the unknown enemy contact for weapons, armor, and shield strength and increases his speed to maximum.

Ona also scans the contact.

«Hail Mary, we got this, but we are picking up another target in-bound. ETA 1 minute. Please engage.» Radios Jimmy – the EW Broadsword pilot.

As the Sabres begin to change course, Silence grits his teeth and swings around to follow Talon.

«What is that thing?» Karen radios.

«If you mean the other Kilrathi cap ship, then I'm engaging it.» Ona radios.

The Fralthi takes two direct torpedo hits and holds… barely together. One engine is gone and his cargo is spilling.

«Should we tell them to hold off until we know what this new corvette is?» Karen radios.

«Negative. We need to deal with it now.» Ona responds.

Karen then radios, «This is an unknown capship, looks like 3 torps should be able to get it.»

Karen radios, «I'm picking up MANY torpedoes on that ship… It's heavily armored too.»

Ona orders, «Fighters, keep the Sarthas off me! I'm going straight for the cap ship!»

As the group approaches the Frigate, its defenses become apparent… 6 heavy laser turrets and a handful of flak guns.

Karen radios, «Want to designate a target, Cap?»

Ona responds, «SA1 to start with.»

«Acknowledged, Lead. Engaging Enemy Fighters.» Cyric engages afterburners ready to launch a missile at the lead sartha fighter.

Silence radios, « Targets, targets, targets! Preparing to engage! »

Ona adds, «But we need to take this guy down quickly.»

Karen radios, «Silence, think SA2 will turn to port too?»

Silence responds, « I think it'll turn towards those Sabres! »

Ona orders Swordbuddy’s gunner, «Mooreshead, target SA1 as well!»

Silence alerts his wingman, « Mittens, watch your tail, two of those Sarthas have their eyes on you! »

Karen radios the Kilrathi, «Attention Sartha pilot, normally I would try to dissuade you from engaging in combat, but today I have no choice. I sincerely hope you lived a peaceful life up to now.»

As Hail Mary approaches the Kilrathi’s "where the Frig did it come from" capship. Laser and Flak rounds begin flying about. Escorted by Four Sarthas who begin to not focus fire on Sabres like idiots.

Ona locks up her torpedo and sets it to fire…

Silence grips his Rapier's control stick and dips his Rapier down and around several bursts of flak as the Sartha begin to swarm.

Swordbuddy decides to focus on the frigate’s front rather than wait for a rear aspect attack… He still tries to dodge the flak though…. and is that a Sartha.. "Oh Crap"

«I'm getting a weird Lidar ghost… that's odd» Karen states.

COMBAT BOT: G1 scored multiple weapon hits on Swordbuddy with Hvy Laser (1) Forward Battery.
Swordbuddy lost their aft shields and their aft armor absorbed the hit.

G1's shots missed Mittens completely.

G1 almost hit Silence several times.

G1's shots missed Karen completely.

G1 only scored glancing hits on Talon with Hvy Laser (1) Forward Battery.
Talon had their aft shields weakened.

G1's shots missed Karen completely.

COMBAT BOT: Talon scored a glancing hit on SA1 with a Dumbfire Missile.
SA1 lost their front shields and took severe damage to their craft's missile launchers.

COMBAT BOT: Mittens's Pilum FF Missile scored a critical hit on SA2.
SA2 lost their aft shields and took crippling damage to their craft's engines.

COMBAT BOT: SA3's Dumbfire Missile was easily evaded by Mittens.

COMBAT BOT: G2's shots missed Karen completely.

G2 only scored glancing hits on Swordbuddy with Hvy Laser (1) Central Battery.
Swordbuddy lost their aft shields and their left armor absorbed the hit.

G2's shots missed Silence completely.

G2's shots missed Silence completely.

G2's shots missed Mittens completely.

G2's shots missed Silence completely.

COMBAT BOT: SA1's Dumbfire Missile was easily evaded by Swordbuddy.

COMBAT BOT: SA4's Dumbfire Missile was easily evaded by Silence.

COMBAT BOT: Silence's Pilum FF Missile scored a critical hit on SA3.
SA3 lost their front shields and took crippling damage to their craft's nose.

COMBAT BOT: Flak's shots missed Karen completely.

Flak scored multiple weapon hits on Swordbuddy with Light Flak Turret.
Swordbuddy lost their front shields and their front armor absorbed the hit.

Flak scored multiple weapon hits on Swordbuddy with Light Flak Turret.
Swordbuddy lost their aft shields and took minor damage to their craft's maneuvering thrusters.

COMBAT BOT: SA2's shots missed Mittens completely.

COMBAT BOT: Mooreshead only scored glancing hits on SA1 with Aft Neutron Turret.
SA1 lost their front shields and took minor damage to their craft's guns.

COMBAT BOT: Clearoff's shots missed SA1 completely.

COMBAT BOT: Karen's shots missed SA2 completely.

COMBAT BOT: Unknown passes this round.

COMBAT BOT: Ona's Torpedo phases past the shields and hits Unknown.
It was hit in the left side and its Hull is crippled.

COMBAT BOT: Swordbuddy's Torpedo gets caught part-way through the shields and detonates before hitting Unknown.
It was hit in the front side and its Bridge vented.

As the battle is joined… fireworks start going up all around. For instance, the Fralthi took 3 more torpedoes.. including one into his Flight Deck. Explosions combined with massive hull buckling being to break the ship Apart. «Scratch one Putty Tat» radios one of the GreenKnights. The Frigate is not doing so hot either as Ona's torpedo rips into its left side while it barely manages to blunt a second torp to the bridge. It is leaking air and in a bad way.

Ona smiles. Well, this is going to be pretty easy. «Hey Swordbuddy! Looks like I'm going to be getting two capships in two sorties!»

Karen comments, «Slippery foe. Everyone Allright?»

«Going Evasive Ona, Finish her off for me.» SwordBuddy radios.

Karen radios, «SA1 is on Swordbuddy, gonne try to reduce the heat.»

«Got it. Get the pies ready.» Ona radios.

Cyric switches to full guns to finish off the lead Sartha as his craft accelerates toward it at full burn. «Undamaged. Ready to finish SA group off. Whatever this enemy capship is, looks like you will kill it on your next run, Lead. Keep it up!»

«I'll be the first one to throw, Lead.» Swordbuddy responds as he goes evasive, lopping off an FF.

Silence puts a friend or foe into the front end of one of the Sartha that's buzzing about, then nails his afterburners to try and finish the thing off with guns.

Azran twists, flips, ducks, jukes, and dodges around the hail of death gunning for him, finally pulling a turn lining him right up with the engines of one of his pursuers, and lets fly with a Pilum, his eyes and fangs alighting with vicious joy as the hit registers.

Ona gets ready to finish off the cap ship.

«SA1 is mine.» Cyric says as he draws the enemy under his gun reticle firing everything he has at it.

«I'm on SA1 just in case… Hope you get 'im though.» Karen replies

Just then 4 Dralthi appear and begin to engage Shadow group.

«Negative! Find your own kill. Karen and Swordbuddy, pull the ones targetting Mittens off. SA1 is mine.» Cyric radios.

Karen warns, «SIlence, DIVE DIVE DIVE, HIT YOUR BURNEERS PILOT!»

«Hail Mary, this is Shadow. Full of Grace, we got your back. Send that … thing, to Hell and let's go land for some Beer and Pie.» radios Cap. Ruun'jefski - Lead of Shadow Group.

Ona responds, «Roger that. Who got the cruiser?»

Silence responds to Karen, « Acknowledged. Don't worry, I've got it! »

Karen radios, «You can keep the kill, I want us to get out alive.»

Mittens radios, « Coming to cover you, Strakha. »

«Rookie Green Knight got the F-Deck, New Callsign Stormwind.» Quarterback Lead radios.

Karen increases her aggression level.

«Got it.» Ona fires the torpedo.

COMBAT BOT: SA4 scored a glancing hit on Silence with a Dumbfire Missile.
SA4's missile launcher clicks empty for Dumbfire Missiles.
Silence lost their front shields and their front armor absorbed the hit.

COMBAT BOT: G1 only scored glancing hits on Talon with Hvy Laser (1) Forward Battery.
Talon had their aft shields weakened.

G1 barely hit Swordbuddy with Hvy Laser (1) Forward Battery.
Swordbuddy lost their aft shields and took minor damage to their craft's right wing.

G1 scored multiple weapon hits on Ona with Hvy Laser (1) Forward Battery.
Ona lost their front shields and their front armor absorbed the hit.

G1 only scored glancing hits on Talon with Hvy Laser (1) Forward Battery.
Talon had their front shields weakened.

G1 only scored glancing hits on Talon with Hvy Laser (1) Forward Battery.
Talon had their aft shields weakened.

G1's shots missed Silence completely.

COMBAT BOT: Talon scored several hits on SA1 with Full Guns.
SA1 lost their front shields and took crippling damage to their craft's maneuvering thrusters.

COMBAT BOT: SA3's Dumbfire Missile was easily evaded by Mittens.
SA3's missile launcher clicks empty for Dumbfire Missiles.

COMBAT BOT: Flak almost hit Karen several times.

Flak's shots missed Silence completely.

Flak barely hit Talon with Light Flak Turret.
Talon had their front shields weakened.

COMBAT BOT: Silence's shots missed SA3 completely.

COMBAT BOT: SA1's Dumbfire Missile was easily evaded by Swordbuddy.
SA1's missile launcher clicks empty for Dumbfire Missiles.

COMBAT BOT: SA2's shots missed Mittens completely.

COMBAT BOT: Mittens's Pilum FF Missile scored a critical hit on SA4.
Mittens's missile launcher clicks empty for Pilum FF Missiles.
SA4 lost their aft shields and took severe damage to their craft's missile launchers.

COMBAT BOT: G2's shots missed Silence completely.

G2 only scored glancing hits on Talon with Hvy Laser (1) Central Battery.
Talon lost their front shields and their front armor absorbed the hit.

G2 only scored glancing hits on Swordbuddy with Hvy Laser (1) Central Battery.
Swordbuddy had their front shields weakened.

G2 barely hit Talon with Hvy Laser (1) Central Battery.
Talon lost their front shields and their front armor absorbed the hit.

G2 scored multiple weapon hits on Ona with Hvy Laser (1) Central Battery.
Ona lost their front shields and their right armor absorbed the hit.

G2 scored several hits on Talon with Hvy Laser (1) Central Battery.
Talon lost their aft shields and their left armor absorbed the hit.

COMBAT BOT: Karen's shots missed SA3 completely.

COMBAT BOT: Mooreshead scored multiple weapon hits on SA1 with Aft Neutron Turret.
SA1 lost their aft shields and took severe damage to their craft's tail.

SA1's ship exploded due to a critical failure of ship's integrity.

COMBAT BOT: Unknown passes this round.

COMBAT BOT: Clearoff is unable to complete their attack as SA1 has been taken out.

COMBAT BOT: Swordbuddy is unable to complete their attack as SA1 has been taken out.

COMBAT BOT: Ona's Torpedo gets caught part-way through the shields and detonates before hitting Unknown.
It was hit in the left side and its Cargo Bays are severe.

The Kilrathi capship finds itself at critical integrity… flak stalls out and only a handful of lasers keep firing.

"Huh… no earth shattering kaboom. I was expecting an earth shattering kaboom" Karen muses.

Ona sees the thing is a blazing wreck… but oh, well. Third time’s the charm.

Silence spins his Rapier away from the dumbfire, ship nearly losing control before he gets it back under control. « Just a little scorched, I'm okay. Thanks, Mittens. »

Karen radios, «Great shot Mooreshead!»

Ona orders, «Everyone, take out SA2.»

At the rear, two Dralthi are dusted by a combination of neutrons and FF missiles.

Intent on finishing off the ship he's been harrying, Silence attempts to pop one more missile off on it before he obeys the Sabres' orders.

Azran stifles a psychotic cackle as his continuing jukes put him in line for another Pilum to pepper Silence's assailant. As he pulls off from the attack, he begins cycling different weapons.

"When will that ship blow, then we can watch the cats scatter." Karen muses.

DIE! DIE! DIE! WHY WON'T YOU JUST DIE?!? Cyric's thoughts burn with the fury of a thousand frustrations.

COMBAT BOT: SA3's missile launcher clicks empty for Dumbfire Missiles.

COMBAT BOT: SA4's missile launcher clicks empty for Dumbfire Missiles.

COMBAT BOT: Talon's Dumbfire Missile hit SA2 dead-on.
Talon's missile launcher clicks empty for Dumbfire Missiles.
SA2 lost their aft shields and had their craft's tail sheared off.

COMBAT BOT: G1 barely hit Talon with Hvy Laser (1) Forward Battery.
Talon had their front shields flared.

G1 scored multiple weapon hits on Ona with Hvy Laser (1) Forward Battery.
Ona lost their aft shields and their aft armor absorbed the hit.

G1 scored multiple weapon hits on Swordbuddy with Hvy Laser (1) Forward Battery.
Swordbuddy lost their front shields and their left armor absorbed the hit.

G1 scored several hits on Talon with Hvy Laser (1) Forward Battery.
Talon had their aft shields weakened.

G1 scored multiple weapon hits on Swordbuddy with Hvy Laser (1) Forward Battery.
Swordbuddy lost their front shields and had their craft's right wing blasted to pieces.

G1 scored multiple weapon hits on Ona with Hvy Laser (1) Forward Battery.
Ona lost their front shields and their front armor absorbed the hit.

COMBAT BOT: Karen barely hit SA2 with Mass Drivers.
SA2 lost their aft shields and had their craft's tail sheared off.

COMBAT BOT: G2 passes this round.

COMBAT BOT: SA2's shots missed Mittens completely.

COMBAT BOT: Flak passes this round.

COMBAT BOT: Silence's Spiculum IR Missile scored a critical hit on SA3.
SA3 lost their aft shields and took crippling damage to their craft's guns.

COMBAT BOT: Mittens's shots missed SA3 completely.

COMBAT BOT: Unknown passes this round.
COMBAT BOT: Swordbuddy's shots missed SA3 completely.

COMBAT BOT: Clearoff only scored glancing hits on SA2 with Aft Neutron Turret.
SA2 lost their front shields and their front armor absorbed the hit.

COMBAT BOT: Mooreshead passes this round.

COMBAT BOT: Ona's Torpedo gets caught part-way through the shields and detonates before hitting Unknown.
It was hit in the aft side and its Engines are severe.

Unknown has its spine broken in two followed by numerous explosions along the hull.

And the Kilrathi frigate gets fragged. The Sarthas somehow hold as does the 2 Dralthi.

«Judas priest, that was big!» Karen says, averting her eyes from the explosions.

Ona feels the sharp shaking as she takes some fire from the battery, but then the target explodes. «Boom shaka laka boom!»

Silence radios, « Just a few more shots on this bastard… »

With the capship now more, Ona moves to assist her gunner taking out SA2

Cyric snarls as the enemy stubbornly refuses to die despite severe damage, switching over to full guns as he jerks his craft right behind the enemy fighter for the kill!

«Attention Sartha Pilots, you have no home. Stand down, we can take you in as prisoners of war.» Karen states on open frequencies.

«HAHAHHAH…. This ones cowardly chatter is most amusing.» one of the surviving Sarthas radios.

Karen continues, «You will be treated with respect and know peace and tranquility» She continues

« You keep trying that, what is this gibbering? » Azran asks in a tone denoting genuine confusion at Karen's attempts at peaceful conflict resolution.

"Not if I have anything to say about it," Silence growls under his breath, as he eases a finger down to his guns' trigger.

Cyric radios, «Die for Sivar! Die now! Die! Die! Die for your god!»

At Talon's amazingly erudite request, Azran begins cackling madly and chanting along with him over the comms.

COMBAT BOT: Talon scored multiple weapon hits on SA2 with Full Guns.
SA2 lost their aft shields and had their craft's engines shot up.

SA2 is shredded to pieces and explodes as its ship's core detonates from shrapnel.

COMBAT BOT: SA3's missile launcher clicks empty for Dumbfire Missiles.

COMBAT BOT: SA4's missile launcher clicks empty for Dumbfire Missiles.

COMBAT BOT: Ona is unable to complete their attack as SA2 has been taken out.

COMBAT BOT: Swordbuddy scored several hits on SA4 with Full Guns.
SA4 lost their front shields and had their craft's guns shattered.

SA4 is shredded to pieces and explodes as its ship's core detonates from shrapnel.

COMBAT BOT: Karen scored several hits on SA3 with Mass Drivers.
SA3 lost their front shields and took crippling damage to their craft's missile launchers.

SA3 is shredded to pieces and explodes as its ship's core detonates from shrapnel.

COMBAT BOT: Silence is unable to complete their attack as SA3 has been taken out.

COMBAT BOT: Mittens is unable to complete their attack as SA3 has been taken out.

COMBAT BOT: Clearoff is unable to complete their attack as SA2 has been taken out.

COMBAT BOT: Mooreshead passes this round.

And at last, the kittens meow no more, as all fighters are down… for this second anyway.

«NO!!!» Karen gasps

Ona radios, «Good job everyone!»

At Karen's obliteration of SA3, Azran pipes in, « Excellent shooting. »

«Scratch one enemy ship.» Karen says… listlessly.

«Hail Mary, Form up with us, I'll give us a nice umbrella to go home in the rain in.» Jimmy radios.

Relief fills Cyric as the enemy fighter actually dies for once under HIS guns.

Ona replies, «Understood. Let's go home.»

Silence pulls back into formation while he catches his breath. «Does the Fralthi team need help with mop-up? »

«Clean sweep, Good work folks. Forming up.» Swordbuddy radios.

«Yes… we should return to base. Nothing more here…» Karen agrees.

«Yep, a clean sheet for us. Although I'm definitely not going to be clean for much longer.» Ona radios. «I think they've got it… please confirm»

Back at the carrier and down onto the landing deck, Jamie climbs out of the medium fighter as the techs begin to push it toward the recovery bay. He frowns when he sees the black scorching and pieces of shrapnel all over his fighter's nose, not that far from the cockpit. But that's the life he signed up for.

Ona lands her own bomber and climbs out. There is going to be a very messy night ahead of her.