The ship emerged from FTL in a small flash, immediately ejecting its supply tanks, which thrusted off in random directions. The ship itself began zig-zagging ahead in a search pattern. Its hull was decorated in bright geometric patters, and the emblem of an alien skull with seven teeth marked the nose. "Aye, Boss, I am detecting an ion path leading into this vector....crafty ship has a stealth capability...looks like it is hiding in a field of space junk..."
The view screen showed a green digital recreation of the space junk, with the simple screen flickering to compensate for the changes in position. The captain nodded and reached to turn his master key from Peace to War, the war position having a pair of crossed swords crudely engraved next to it. " Scan for thermals. Prepare to fire a missile, maybe we can smoke them out."
He quickly broadcasted a message on an open radio channel. "Attention unknown vessel. You are in restricted space. This is not a warning."
"Aye..." The Sensor officer called back. His hand fluttered over his console and his face remained stoic. He grunted in frustration, then suddenly in pleasure. "I got it!." He said a few seconds later. "It was not easy, but...I told you I was the best you'd ever find... I am relaying a targeting solution!"
The Tactical officer hung loose. 'FIRING!"
"Belay missile! Engage with the 400's, burst mode."
It was too late. The missile had exited the ship and raced out to the target vector. It detonated shortly after in a titanic release of energy having collided with the Alien star ship. The exploded with the stinging sounds of emergency Klaxons. "SAL! DIRECT HIT! HULL BREACHES ON OUR PORT SIDE! DECK 4 is in full decompression."
--- Gartagen Turn ---
The Gartagen Commander hissed in frustration. "Bring us about!" She shouted.
"Electronics, Get into their system, shut down something!!"
-Chelti Turn-
The Pathfinder was still mobile, and the Chelti would detect she had dropped her stealth field and had indeed been smoked out. She was moving evasively. "I smoked her! I smoked her!" The Tactical officer on the Kalahan cried out.
Then...the Chelti heard a low rumbling metallic failure come from engineering. The engines on the Chelti ship had been switched off by the Gartagen Warship.
The Chelti captain reached for his intercom as he looked at the damage control screen. "Engineering, get that fast." he ordered, his voice reverberating though the ship before hanging up again."Keep hitting them." The captain said, turning to Tactical. "Throw them off balance until we recover. 400's, burst!"
The Engines on the Kalahan fired back up in no time. The Head Engineer rang out. "Locked them out! Bastards tunneled into our system, but I managed to lock them out, engines are back online!"
The Chelti Ship opened up with its main guns, the volleys struck the Gartagen ship causing its ablative armor to flake off, one of the rounds pierced the outer hull and detonated inside of the ship leaving a gaping hole in her starboard prow.
-Gartagen turn-
The Commander felt her ship shudder, power conduits exploded all through her ship and she could hear the screams as members of her crew fell wounds.
"Spool up the hyper core! We are bugging out!"
The Navigator called out his response. "AYE AYE!"
The Gartagen Pathfinder maneuvered evasively...then winked out of existence. The Chelti captain patted his tactical officer on the shoulder in congratulations. "Excellent work, gentlemen. The day is ours. Get salvage down here to recover anything they left behind and retrieve our drop tanks."
---- Chelti Victory ----
The view screen showed a green digital recreation of the space junk, with the simple screen flickering to compensate for the changes in position. The captain nodded and reached to turn his master key from Peace to War, the war position having a pair of crossed swords crudely engraved next to it. " Scan for thermals. Prepare to fire a missile, maybe we can smoke them out."
He quickly broadcasted a message on an open radio channel. "Attention unknown vessel. You are in restricted space. This is not a warning."
"Aye..." The Sensor officer called back. His hand fluttered over his console and his face remained stoic. He grunted in frustration, then suddenly in pleasure. "I got it!." He said a few seconds later. "It was not easy, but...I told you I was the best you'd ever find... I am relaying a targeting solution!"
The Tactical officer hung loose. 'FIRING!"
"Belay missile! Engage with the 400's, burst mode."
It was too late. The missile had exited the ship and raced out to the target vector. It detonated shortly after in a titanic release of energy having collided with the Alien star ship. The exploded with the stinging sounds of emergency Klaxons. "SAL! DIRECT HIT! HULL BREACHES ON OUR PORT SIDE! DECK 4 is in full decompression."
--- Gartagen Turn ---
The Gartagen Commander hissed in frustration. "Bring us about!" She shouted.
"Electronics, Get into their system, shut down something!!"
-Chelti Turn-
The Pathfinder was still mobile, and the Chelti would detect she had dropped her stealth field and had indeed been smoked out. She was moving evasively. "I smoked her! I smoked her!" The Tactical officer on the Kalahan cried out.
Then...the Chelti heard a low rumbling metallic failure come from engineering. The engines on the Chelti ship had been switched off by the Gartagen Warship.
The Chelti captain reached for his intercom as he looked at the damage control screen. "Engineering, get that fast." he ordered, his voice reverberating though the ship before hanging up again."Keep hitting them." The captain said, turning to Tactical. "Throw them off balance until we recover. 400's, burst!"
The Engines on the Kalahan fired back up in no time. The Head Engineer rang out. "Locked them out! Bastards tunneled into our system, but I managed to lock them out, engines are back online!"
The Chelti Ship opened up with its main guns, the volleys struck the Gartagen ship causing its ablative armor to flake off, one of the rounds pierced the outer hull and detonated inside of the ship leaving a gaping hole in her starboard prow.
-Gartagen turn-
The Commander felt her ship shudder, power conduits exploded all through her ship and she could hear the screams as members of her crew fell wounds.
"Spool up the hyper core! We are bugging out!"
The Navigator called out his response. "AYE AYE!"
The Gartagen Pathfinder maneuvered evasively...then winked out of existence. The Chelti captain patted his tactical officer on the shoulder in congratulations. "Excellent work, gentlemen. The day is ours. Get salvage down here to recover anything they left behind and retrieve our drop tanks."
---- Chelti Victory ----