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Typical 2 on one strategy! He cursed realizing what a fool he had been. Distracted and focusing his attention on the one craft, rather than taking in the data for the other that would have told him what it was up to and given him some warning!
Ocasa watched, he knew all too well, thanks to Corky, what would happen! They’d concentrate their fire power, until the craft could take no more, beating down its defences, preventing the other craft from getting closer to it, to support it? But then., given their size even ‘M class’ warships would be no match for an ‘A class’ let alone a Galacia Federa warship, fully fitted with the latest high yield weapons!
These two, had weapons they had not seen in action before? From the first weapon used, it was all too clear, they were heavily armed. The first savage attack, by both vessels targeting the Pagallion brought the shock realization that they were beating down its defenses with ease.
Aboard the Canderi, Captain Hawker had seen Tila and his craft attack the hostile. One of them, now caught in a pincer movement.
He moved on the craft to the front attacking. Trying to tempt it, to break away, but it was obvious from the outset, it had no intentions of diverting from its mission, working with the other one to continuously, mercilessly, pound the Pagallion into oblivion!
He was an experienced veteran; had calculated the power potential of the two enemy vessels, the odds were NOT in his favor!
He was nervous and had good reason to be. Caught off guard by these two hostiles, meant they had been caught napping. Unprepared. It meant his defensive arrays weren’t fully powered for the fight. He fidgeted, hoping they would not turn on him until he was fully prepared to engage them.
In the meantime, Protocol had determined, in such a situation, the necessity with the utmost urgency of sending out a distress signal to the nearest Galacia Federa outpost. He waiter anxiously for them to respond, relieved when he heard their reply. They were, dispatching vessels, but were, some hours away. He knew, they did not have hours.
Several of the Kets were agitated, some of them spoiling to join the fight! Comments on what they would do, whilst others were panicking, some of them sick with fear? “How.“ Muttered Ocasa to Becci.. “Can they, have allowed this! Hasn’t the satellite, got any weapons they can use?“ He was pleased to note, that others were in agreement. They thought, he had made a valid point. Most satellites had defensive weaponry, so why was there no response from the Satellite?
In this instance there was a major handicap for the Sat. The all too close proximity of the Kets transporters! The satellite weapons might do some damage to the Alien intruders, but their precision targeting WHO SAID precision? Was anything but! It was too much of a risk to take! Keeping the transporters close to the Satellite might give them the opportunity to dock them and unload the Kets. First they had to scout round the edge of the Sat, to the main docking area. The moment they tried that they would be easy targets for the hostiles.
Tila was the captain of a cargo freighter. He had seen visuals on the screens within the Sat complex of what was transpiring outside the Satellite. Surprised that despite the number of other vessels orbiting the Sat. None of them were coming to the aid of the Galacia Federa vessels? Admittedly, some had no love of them, they hated them. Saw them as a threat to their illegal activities, their livelihood? A while later his ship broke away from the Sat to engage the hostiles.
"Vessa!" She leaned back as she heard him screech at her. "We loaded girl?" "Sure are!" "Then lets teach em some manners shall
we girl." Vessa was his daughter and when it came to the plasma cannons, he had often remarked they were secretly part of her physiology. In tune with them, she could target with them to an accuracy rarely seen. The attack on the vessel at the rear of the Pagallion was fierce.
The hostile was more than aware of its craft being targeted, with every strike, it had to divert weapons from the Pagallion. However it refused to be distracted and it had good reason not to allow Tila's craft to force it to cut back its attack on the Pagallion. The shields on that Federa M class were down to 20% !
“If only Mama and Papa were here.“ Becci was talking to Ameryst. Other Kets gathering round, who were trying to avoid looking out on the carnage, all too clearly visible, slumped down to sit against the bulkheads. Delise had been close by “Can’t we contact the Raptor? Anyone got coms? I could rig up a signal routed through the Sat's systems."
“We weren’t allowed any coms units!“ Screeched one of the Kets. “Not permitted, they’re FORBIDDEN.“ They were right. The only coms units allowed to be used, were those in situ on the planet below. Mobile devices, ANY coms devices, other than the permitted ones, were ILLEGAL. A Ket could get into a lot of trouble, if caught with one. Becci scrunched her lips, her eye lids flickered, she was muttering softly, she had a gift, not a completely unique gift, other Kets too could use.
‘Thought transference, Telepathic?’ Some of them were looking in her direction, aware of her thoughts? “Concentrate Becci concentrate!” She continued to whisper, had the sensation others were joining with her, to boost her powers? “Mama listen to me, please; Mama.“ However her thoughts were to be rudely interrupted as several of the Kets around her screamed!
It had been just 30 of our Earth minutes, from the first attack, when the carcass of the Pagallion creaked, as it’s bulkheads, twisted contorted metal and framework, stretched. Buckled under the constant yield of fire power, that it was powerless to stop, until horrified the Kets aboard the transporters saw it split, like some cracked egg, into two sections.
The two enemy vessels moved back. Continuing to be blasted by Tila and Vessa but their eyes too were on what had just occurred.
From one of them, a small round device, like a gyroscopic communications satellite, moved towards the Pagallion. Picking up speed until is was now sat between the two pieces of the Pagallion. There was a flare of intense light, before the device, detonated. Nothing was left of the Pagallion, but pieces of space debris, and terrible realization that that included, the occupants. Wiped from existence in a blink of an eyelid.
Ocasa had moved close to Becci to hiss. “They cracked it open then planted a high yield device. Murderers.“ It went quiet as the fragments bumped against the transporters like some mini asteroid storm. Aboard the Ket transporters, the noise died away, hardly a sound. Fear? They watched, listened, said nothing. The enemy vessels moved again, this time blocked by the Canderi, they started to pound its more powerful defenses.
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