Back on the NSS Acadia...
"Enemy Yui-4, Jumping out!"
A bright light temporarily enveloped the main screens as the pirate ship engaged its CDD drive, leaving sizable chunks of debris torn out by the Acadia during their brief encounter. Peters estimated that with that kind of damage, the Mishus will be the least of their problems once they return to realspace.
"Docking status?" Peters felt smug for the first time in a long time.
"We have the shuttle and the remaining N/F-A docked, sir. Both are severely damaged. More than half of Charlie team is also onboard sir, Chief Adrian Decane is wounded, but alive."
"Any word on Master Chief Vel Steyr and Chief Ran?"
"The Mishus's combined interference and interdiction field has caught up with the NSS Emden, sir."
Peters folded his arms in thought, he had enough of that brat but this may be the last straw regardless if he liked it or not."We are leaving the mission area. Give me full power on engines and turn us around. Prep the CDDs and drop a Buoy."
The bridge crew solemnly acknowledged the Captain's commands, with access to the most sophisticated sensors on the battlefield, they knew exactly what they were up against and the chances of survival. A heavy tilting sensation could be felt as the Hray heaved hard to port with its conventional drives.
Peter's old gray eyes traced the Emden as it disappeared off the side of the main screens. "Good luck, gentlemen."
Meanwhile.
Like the progress of the mission, the movement of the closing hangar door was antagonizingly slow. The swarm of white specks approaching the Emden were gradually becoming larger and more defined, Fian could easily eyeball the rough shape of a Crooked Demon and a few familliar ELEMENT types leading the charge. The MC suddenly had a crisis of confidence. "Leave your positions, push, push, PUSH THE DOOR!" He gestured frantically.
It was only a few moments more before the heavy Nerimium door closed and latched onto the other end, but in one moment the Crooked Demon and maybe a few of its compatriots will be through. With everyone else floating over the side of the door and pushing away, the Vel Steyr shakily brought up a T1 Panzerfaust to his shoulder, maybe he could blow them away or something.
Fian braced his AIR-R and pulled the trigger, he didn't feel the recoil of the Antimatter warhead- it never left the tube, but he did feel the CD barrelling past him, shedding armor plates and miscellaneous parts as it did before it collided into one of the many broken PAs lying on the hangar floor. four DDs and an M2 also made it through, some of them were lacking gear to make a proper landing and most of them were lacking armor integrity to make a crashing one. Muffled screams and sobbing pervaded the air. A loud and dull 'Thud' indicated that the hangar door was now fully closed.
The black haired Nepleslian slowly turned to look at the Crooked Demon, it was missing both arms, one cannon laid by the side of his AIR-R. The scorch marks on the armor were not made by Nepleslian weapons as far as he could tell, it was nothing he had seen before. Fian's analysis was interrupted by a hissing sound made by the pilots hatch opening, the MC and some of the now jobless marines brought their weapons to bear.
In the cloud of steam a battered but otherwise uninjured pirate stood up. He wore a jacket and beanie over his overalls, a moustache and steely eyes suggested he was a man of some rank. He looked at the AIR-R for a moment, as if wondering if the MC would shoot, before raising his own hands in a gesture of surrender. If that wasn't enough, the pirate stepped out next to his suit and then dropped to his knees, face looking downward.
"We don't want to fight no more, please let my men in."
