Cyanos Geosynchronous Orbit Bravo: CSA TET-2 Control Room
Friday — midday
Commander Tova: COMMS — FLIGHT: Get me Wolf Pack Leader Schulz on the subspace communications array.
Hanne: FLIGHT — COMMS: Dialling you through now — be advised there is a lot of ionic wash interference, but the channel should be usable.
Commander Tova: COMMS — FLIGHT: Very well — on main viewer.
A distorted image of Wolf Pack Leader Schulz of the Hundeerde Space Force appeared on the main viewer.
The image flickered in and out of view and looked as though it had come through a snowstorm.
The sound of harsh ionic static wash filled the control room.
Commander Tova: COMMS — FLIGHT: Can you resolve?
Hanne’s paws flew over her computer interface, making various adjustments as she furiously tried to resolve the link between the TET and the Hunde Squadron Leader, who was currently hurtling towards them at flank speed through hyperspace.
Hanne: FLIGHT — COMMS: Request change of station attitude to position DWD-K9.
Lionel, the Guidance and Navigation Officer, cut in.
Lionel: FLIGHT — GENO: Be advised — downward dog will take us out of the lane for secure lemon squeezer transmission.
Commander Tova: GENO — FLIGHT: Proceed with attitude change. Realign to squeezer once transmission is complete.
Once the attitude of the station had been adjusted, the image of Schulz, while still washed out, stabilised, and the ionic static wash resolved sufficiently to improve sound quality.
Wolf Pack Leader Schulz: CHEETAH, this is WOLF PACK: We are coming in hot, straight and normal — please advise your current status.
Commander Tova: WOLF PACK — CHEETAH: Our squadron is currently engaged in an intense firefight. Losses fair to moderate, but defences holding. Request your jump from hyperspace with landing lights on full.
Schulz: CHEETAH, Understood. Expect jump in two minutes — with all lights blazing.
The holo-image flicked off.
Commander Tova: GENO — FLIGHT: Resume previous lemon squeezer attitude.
Lionel: FLIGHT — GENO: Downward dog is secured — we’re back squeezin’ the lemon.
Hyperspace: one minute before jump
Schulz: All howlers, this is Howler One: Listen up — one minute to jump.
We’re going in hot, straight and normal — have your pack fighters set jump angle at sixty degrees, landing lights to lux full.
All howlers — report!
Howler Two: Howler Two standing by. Our pack’s jump angle is set at sixty — lux to full!
Howler Three: Howler Three standing by. Angle of the dangle is set to sixty. Lights to bright!
Howler Four: Howler Four standing by. Jump set at sixty — our lumens will be bloomin’.
Howler Five: Howler Five standing by. We are jumpin’ the fence at sixty — full beams are ablazing.
Space: Forward Defensive Position, Foxtrot — Oscar — Bravo
The moment to jump had arrived.
The Hundeerde Wolf Pack, led by Squad Leader Schulz, burst out of hyperspace.
They were still some distance above the boiling cauldron of the firefight between the Cyanos TET fighters and the Bugaarian bug fighters.
The Hundes came screaming down into the fray at flank speed, their attack angle set at sixty degrees.
Fifty sets of blazing landing lights pointed directly at the centre of the bug swarm.
Schulz: All TETs! SOLAR FLARE!
At the pre-arranged signal, the remaining TET fighters flared away from the fight.
Each of the three TET wings broke in a different direction, retreating to around 150 kilometres from the centre of the battlefield to regroup.
The sudden manoeuvre took the bugs completely by surprise.
Before they could recover and decide which direction to chase, they were confronted by something entirely new.
Light.
A solid wall of blazing white light coming straight at them.
Irresistibly attractive — a clear path of beautiful, wonderful light.
The entire swarm turned as one and flew toward it.
Light was all they could see — nothing else mattered.
What they could not see were the fifty Hunde fighter ships, battle-fresh and fully primed, their guns ready to unleash a withering hail of fire and brimstone.
Schulz: Wolf Pack! Fire!
The battle between the Hundes and the remaining bugs was almost over before it had begun.
Wave after wave of electron particle disruptor fire rained down on the bugs — frying them instantly.
Before long, the battlefield at Foxtrot-Oscar-Bravo was reduced to a sea of splattered crispy green.
Meanwhile…
Back at the Cerulean Meridian, yet another minion had just lost his head.
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NOW WE ARE COOKING!!! 😀 Your battle of Scarif sir?
Scarab maybe. Crispy fried.
So… Basically a 100,000 km diameter bug zapper. It works. 🙂
Yup. Pretty much.