The fact that a large chunk of his brain had been replaced a defining in Jason's life, one the at accounted for a myriad number of abilities that made him useful to his current leader and held the proverbial chain that bound him to her will regardless of his own, or at least did if the Shipkeeper was to be believed. One of the most advantageous benefits of his cerebral implants, the features of which he often takes for granted considering it had been a part of him for his entire existence, was it's capacity to record all of his experiences. Unlike his ancestors, those humans who had existed prior to when mankind had unveiled the mysteries of the mind and sought to enhance it with artifice, his memories never faded or grew twisted by the touch of time, nor did what information he had garnered slip from his minds greedy grasp.
As events continued to unfold around him, each victory seeming to herald a greater disaster, every new bit of data fed into his mind making the situation seem more desperate even as the battle as a whole was nothing but a triumph, a memory that might have long faded without his mindware echoed in his head. One of the first things he'd been told by his instructors was that a plan neve survived contact with the enemy, and though perhaps a record of one unfinished battle didn't leave him in the best position to judge, the old cliche sounded true enough to his ears.
As the ship he was in was sent hurtling through space by the strike of a particle beam cannon, he wondered why they had neglected to mention plans had a poor track record when encountering allies too.
It had all seemed to be going swimmingly just a moment ago. The initial ambush had allowed them to all but capture the carrier with little if any damage, the efforts of the ragtag but obviously effective fleet that his empress had put together keeping whatever units survived the first several seconds from relieving it. Sure, not being able to stop the gunships from launching was a setback. A particularly ill-timed one considering the Ragnarok troops had been in the middle of their transit, but his team's counterattack had exceeded his own admittedly pessimistic expectations, rendering the need for concealment he had hoped to provide the troops with particle clouds moot. Just the last desperate, pathetic flailing of a dying beast with its jugular cut, hoping in vain to cause even the tiniest amount of suffering to the enemy that had been its death.
At least that's what he had thought before a number of Impulse signatures suddenly dropped out of his sensor feed only to be replaced by the mystery ship that Vier had been tracking in their place. That would have been enough to sour whatever small bit of satisfaction he had felt from neutering the last of the shredders, but the new enemy wasn't satisfied with stopping there. Before any of them could react, it had fired some superweapon incredibly wide cone that sheared any Junkers from the carrier's hull Ronin's sensor had just been knocked, out of the tactical network, and if his readings were right the attack that had sent them careening hadn't even come from it. He wasn't sure if it was his bleeding rover slowing his perception down or the AI taking the initiative before him, but a quick burning of the M5's thruster managed to send it into a hovering position within the rotating hanger.
Tracking the emissions to the I'ee Corvette, Jason opened a direct link to it. "Cease fire, we have people inside the carrier. Ceasefire!" There was no time to wonder why the I'ee hadn't been informed of their mission beforehand, given he remembered a group of them in the briefing. Not when this thing had just taken out most of the local forces in a second flat. "Ronin, pull out." The young man ordered, hoping the comms system was still intact on the wrecked unit and patching the M1 into his own sensor feed to help navigate. "Requesting immediate fire support." Was the next thing to come over the fleetwide channel, allowing his AI to send targeting info on the unidentified hostile.
Between the only guy with a dedicated anti -hip weapon taking the brunt of the blast and the fact they had spent the majority of their missiles in the prior engagement, they didn't exactly have much of a means to meaningfully damage it. The gunships likely had a fair bit of unexploded munitions and its aether generator would make a hell of a boom if compromised, but It wasn't as if hey could pull the same trick Corgan ha-...Well, maybe they could. "Ale-" Before Jason could say anything, even via the sped up perspective of their mindware his subordinate was out of the hanger expending the last of his missiles and apparently under the impression he could punch through a starship's shields.
Undeterred, Jason had already activated his machine's
first stage limiter release and then poured all of the excess power, the machine's starship grade and 4 auxiliary reactors booting up to dangerous level of stress as he rocked into deep space. With the speed only an Ai could muster, Elohim had already informed Vier of the plan and asked for help from in remaining drones in a position too. "Alex, help or get out of the way!" A once listless shredder was pushed through space once more, acting as a shield and soon a sword for the Seraphim's, it's overboost leading it towards the 'Ghost Ship.' Assuming it got within range of the calculated explosion engulfing the ship, Jace pulled back with haste while detonating his savaged would be bomb with some carefully placed AM or relativistic rounds.
