Kai
Retired Staff
The glimmers that had been visible around the planet Tami suddenly lit up, something happening to the ships they had represented. Sensors would note a small number of ships exiting hyperspace and slamming into a larger number of ships that had been sitting around the planet for several days. It had begun, the Mishhu invasion. And Origin was ready. By the time the invasion had started, Origin was ready, all important pieces packed away in Courier transports, all the Jinkans on hand ready to protect the transports. The Huge bulking MAP was already gone, having jumped to parts unknown by anyone other than a select few Origin execs, leaving only smaller ships behind. These ships were manned by skeleton crews, all of the Employees of origin, some even manned by the colonists of Tami, some of whom had come to Origin for help after the Star Army had blockaded the system, but mostly comprising of the families of Origin's workers.
Ships filled with precious equipment and supplies, as well as people, crowded Origin's sales lot and staging area, which was the only active portion of the compound, the buildings looking dead as they had already been abandoned, all power and utilities shut off, because they wouldn't be needed. Perhaps the abandoned manufacturing base would be ignored by the Mishhu, and Origin could reclaim it when the war was over. For now, the ships filled with their cargoes, closed, sealed, and readied for takeoff. For some, it was a sad farewell, others, were too frightened to care. For the Origin employees, it was another day on the job. The Couriers rose, filling the air, almost 200 ships, leftovers from the sales of the 1A version, as well as a few examples of the halted 1B version, flying mostly on autopilot, with predetermined courses in mind. Their job was to get away, and scatter, before reuniting at another location, held only by the captains of each ship.
The defensive fleet, similarly numbered, but in smaller ships with barely any staff, created a defensive screen in Geosynchronous orbit with the Origin compound, a cluster of ships, the teardrop-shaped Jinkan escorts bristling with turrets, 50 mobile laser turrets each, as well as the formidable Medium Positron cannons sticking out from their undersides, warning off anything that might come close. In the center of the formation was a much larger ship, the 300 Meter long Raider, poised ready to fight, its own few turrets searching the surrounding area for targets while the antimatter converters stored up energy in the nose capacitor, giving the Raider the ability to rapidfire its four Medium Positron cannon.
Then the Mishhu arrived. About the same time the blips associated with the 9'th fleet winked out of existence into hyperspace, a glut of ships raced towards the planet. Partly civilian ships with good intentions, mostly Mishhu ships with the worst of intentions, they came straight for the planet, a good portion of Mishhu ships headed to the veritable Buffet that was Origin's evacuating fleet. formerly civilian and obviously Mishhu alike, the ships came, firing not their main weapons, but smaller weapons intent on disabling and capturing the Origin ships, as well as small craft that apparently wanted to latch onto the corporation's ships and infect them. The Jinkans were ready, filling space with blue beams of light, the ships AI cores and crews working hard to target the small craft and attempting to target their enemies' weapons. Every once in a while, a much larger blue beam of Positrons would lance out from an Origin ship at an Obviously Mishhu ship, either causing the ships to dodge, halt, or at the very least rethink their tactics. One ship was unlucky enough to get hit full on by two positron blasts at once, overloading the shields and then exploding as the Antimatter canceled out the matter that was the Mishhuvurthyar ship.
That is not to say the origin ships weren't taking hits themselves. Already several Jinkans had been damaged beyond what was good for them, retreating into the crowd of fleeing Courier transports. While not fully damaged, the ships would need to be alive for as long as possible. Shields flashed, sparkled, and sputtered with the numerous hits given them by a myriad of types of weaponry, from the outright military to the obviously civilian, it was an annoyance for the ships to be hit so much, outnumbered as they were. The fight had only been going on about 15 minutes, and the losses on both sides were getting pretty bad, the Origin ships having already destroyed most of the 'civilian conscripts' Leaving only the Mishhuvurthyar ships to contend with, which wasn't a good thing, as the Mishhu ships outmatched the origin ships, whom were fitted to fight Pirates, not organized Militaries.
20 minutes into the fight, Origin's defenders had dropped to half, though only one ship had been destroyed so far. The Jinkans still using the tactic of retreat to great effect. Luckily, the amount of ships they had to protect had been cut in half as well, and not from losses, Origin's defensive screen allowing the transports to escape unharmed. Now it was a race to the finish, who would win out? The Defenders were going even more defensive, firing all their smaller weapons at full power as they awaited the positron cannons to recharge, given they were the only truly effective weapons the Origin ships possessed at the moment, against full-on warships.
30 minutes had gone by since the fighting started, and there were only the defenders left. Now that all the people who needed defending were gone, the Origin ships clustered, hoping to create a Phalanx as they modulated the shields' fields of effectiveness to cover one another, the crews and ships acting in conjunction as if they were a larger entity, using the Raider as if it were a main cannon. The ships began charging up their FTL drives, the whine audible to their crews as the powerful engines of motion spooled up for their jumps. The Mishhu, noticing what was going on, began firing wildly, opening up with stronger weapons, missiles, torpedoes, and even charging physically at the cluster of ships. And then everything exploded. First a number of small flashes as the origin ships jumped into hyperspace, followed by a multitude of explosions as Mishhuvurthyar munitions crashed into one another, a glorious display of their power, but it fell on blind eyes, and deaf ears. 30 jinkan Escorts payed the price for the fleet's freedom, the other 200 or so heavily damaged. The losses of this battle for Origin were greater than just those 30 ships. They had lost millions in damages to the ships they still possessed. They had lost crew, which could not simply be replaced. They had lost the manufacturing center. They had lost friends. They had lost Home.
Ships filled with precious equipment and supplies, as well as people, crowded Origin's sales lot and staging area, which was the only active portion of the compound, the buildings looking dead as they had already been abandoned, all power and utilities shut off, because they wouldn't be needed. Perhaps the abandoned manufacturing base would be ignored by the Mishhu, and Origin could reclaim it when the war was over. For now, the ships filled with their cargoes, closed, sealed, and readied for takeoff. For some, it was a sad farewell, others, were too frightened to care. For the Origin employees, it was another day on the job. The Couriers rose, filling the air, almost 200 ships, leftovers from the sales of the 1A version, as well as a few examples of the halted 1B version, flying mostly on autopilot, with predetermined courses in mind. Their job was to get away, and scatter, before reuniting at another location, held only by the captains of each ship.
The defensive fleet, similarly numbered, but in smaller ships with barely any staff, created a defensive screen in Geosynchronous orbit with the Origin compound, a cluster of ships, the teardrop-shaped Jinkan escorts bristling with turrets, 50 mobile laser turrets each, as well as the formidable Medium Positron cannons sticking out from their undersides, warning off anything that might come close. In the center of the formation was a much larger ship, the 300 Meter long Raider, poised ready to fight, its own few turrets searching the surrounding area for targets while the antimatter converters stored up energy in the nose capacitor, giving the Raider the ability to rapidfire its four Medium Positron cannon.
Then the Mishhu arrived. About the same time the blips associated with the 9'th fleet winked out of existence into hyperspace, a glut of ships raced towards the planet. Partly civilian ships with good intentions, mostly Mishhu ships with the worst of intentions, they came straight for the planet, a good portion of Mishhu ships headed to the veritable Buffet that was Origin's evacuating fleet. formerly civilian and obviously Mishhu alike, the ships came, firing not their main weapons, but smaller weapons intent on disabling and capturing the Origin ships, as well as small craft that apparently wanted to latch onto the corporation's ships and infect them. The Jinkans were ready, filling space with blue beams of light, the ships AI cores and crews working hard to target the small craft and attempting to target their enemies' weapons. Every once in a while, a much larger blue beam of Positrons would lance out from an Origin ship at an Obviously Mishhu ship, either causing the ships to dodge, halt, or at the very least rethink their tactics. One ship was unlucky enough to get hit full on by two positron blasts at once, overloading the shields and then exploding as the Antimatter canceled out the matter that was the Mishhuvurthyar ship.
That is not to say the origin ships weren't taking hits themselves. Already several Jinkans had been damaged beyond what was good for them, retreating into the crowd of fleeing Courier transports. While not fully damaged, the ships would need to be alive for as long as possible. Shields flashed, sparkled, and sputtered with the numerous hits given them by a myriad of types of weaponry, from the outright military to the obviously civilian, it was an annoyance for the ships to be hit so much, outnumbered as they were. The fight had only been going on about 15 minutes, and the losses on both sides were getting pretty bad, the Origin ships having already destroyed most of the 'civilian conscripts' Leaving only the Mishhuvurthyar ships to contend with, which wasn't a good thing, as the Mishhu ships outmatched the origin ships, whom were fitted to fight Pirates, not organized Militaries.
20 minutes into the fight, Origin's defenders had dropped to half, though only one ship had been destroyed so far. The Jinkans still using the tactic of retreat to great effect. Luckily, the amount of ships they had to protect had been cut in half as well, and not from losses, Origin's defensive screen allowing the transports to escape unharmed. Now it was a race to the finish, who would win out? The Defenders were going even more defensive, firing all their smaller weapons at full power as they awaited the positron cannons to recharge, given they were the only truly effective weapons the Origin ships possessed at the moment, against full-on warships.
30 minutes had gone by since the fighting started, and there were only the defenders left. Now that all the people who needed defending were gone, the Origin ships clustered, hoping to create a Phalanx as they modulated the shields' fields of effectiveness to cover one another, the crews and ships acting in conjunction as if they were a larger entity, using the Raider as if it were a main cannon. The ships began charging up their FTL drives, the whine audible to their crews as the powerful engines of motion spooled up for their jumps. The Mishhu, noticing what was going on, began firing wildly, opening up with stronger weapons, missiles, torpedoes, and even charging physically at the cluster of ships. And then everything exploded. First a number of small flashes as the origin ships jumped into hyperspace, followed by a multitude of explosions as Mishhuvurthyar munitions crashed into one another, a glorious display of their power, but it fell on blind eyes, and deaf ears. 30 jinkan Escorts payed the price for the fleet's freedom, the other 200 or so heavily damaged. The losses of this battle for Origin were greater than just those 30 ships. They had lost millions in damages to the ships they still possessed. They had lost crew, which could not simply be replaced. They had lost the manufacturing center. They had lost friends. They had lost Home.
