Once again hello and here's the latest instalment of the Flin Wars series, as. always this is a work of fiction and not real, any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. I am trying to make these longer as was suggested by one of the readers. Thank you all who have read my works and left stars and comments, I do enjoy reading the comments so please keep them coming.
Date: 232308.09
Time: 0945.02
Location: Aspen 6217.87KA
'10 seconds till translation John.' Sam announced. I perked up and rotated the locking collar and flipped up the Master Arm switch. The weapons screen came to life and went from red to green letting me know everything was good to go.
'3,2,1, Now. I felt the ship translate back into real space and the stars swam back into focus, I looked and saw the 18 supply and 10 war ships right where Secret Squirrel had said they would be. I checked my scope and could see all 20 of my flight, and the remaining 44 ships of Cobra, Rattlers and Ghost flights were all here. Good this meant that we could bring the maximum amount of firepower to bare on the targets.
'Vipers on me, Cobra left, Rattlers right, Ghost to overwatch.' I called out and pushed my throttles up to FMP and bored in on the targets behind a cloud of ECM Jamming. Looking right and left I could see my pilots lined up and looking to kill the enemy. God I was proud of them.
I designated my target and waited 10 more seconds. 'All ships fire.' I called out and felt Sam punch off 2 Ripper missiles, 120 missiles screamed in at 10,000+ Gs' The supply ships didn't stand much of a chance, the 8 Frigates and 2 Cruisers stood a small chance, but I didn't really believe it. They might manage to evade a few missiles but with 80 coming at them from behind an electronic cloud they would die and die ugly.
It took 1 minute 18.2 seconds for the first ship to turn into a new star as a Ripper hit a Tanker and it died a sudden violent death. 20 others quickly joined it as new star after new star bloomed into existence and then just as quickly died out as round after round struck home. I looked at my scope and could see 7 ships remaining, 1 Cruiser, 5 Frigates and surprisingly 1 tanker on the far side of the fleet had managed to survive, all were slowly trying to limp away. They were damaged to one extent or another and I knew that the crews were trying to figure out what had just happened and what needed to be fixed so they could survive long enough to get home. I also knew they would live only for a few minutes more.
'All ships execute dragons jaws.' I called out and pulled hard on the stick taking 9 other ships with me. The other 10 pushed down as the others split left and right and within 30 seconds they would turn back towards the targets. 10 seconds after that we would launch once again from multiple angles: it was classic target over saturation, they'd have to split their defensive fire, and so far, no ship smaller than a Battleship had managed to defeat a dragon's jaw attack with more than 6 Rippers coming at them. The remaining ships were that right now, single wounded ships, scattered and alone. They were ripe prey for the wolves, and we were hungry and out for blood.
'Now.' came the call and I pushed the stick forward and stabilized Sam. I targeted the remaining Cruiser, and at the count of 2 squeezed the trigger yet again and waited for Sam to punch another Ripper off. And nothing happened. 'Switch 4, fire.' I told Sam and pulled the trigger. 2 seconds later I felt and saw the missile leap off the rail and speed towards the target.
'Sam what's the problem with 1?' I asked and brought up the diagnostic program on the center MFD in the cockpits instrument panel. "Checking John, it appears we have a short in pathway 17, junction 42, but I can bypass this.' Sam told me. 'Please pull breaker P32.' I quickly located the offending breaker and watched my screen turn green. 'Yes, back in the game.' I thought and looked up just in time to see the remaining tanker go Nova and light up the surrounding space. I checked my scope and saw nothing then looked up to see several pieces of a cruiser getting shredded yet again by the remaining Ripper missiles and turned into powdered scrap. I didn't see any frigates or anything else floating out there except for our ships.
'All section leaders check in.' I radioed and received 6 'No damage.' calls back. 'Sam, do we have enough BDA data yet?' I asked. 'Yes John.' She quickly answered. `I hit a button on my Nav screen and brought up our return course to the Carrier. 'All units execute flapjack.' I called out and gently banked around to port to the correct course. In under 2 minutes all ships were set and ready to jump.
'All units ready to jump in 5,4,3,2,1 Jump.' I felt the familiar kick in the pants as I once again went into warp. I safed out my weapons and sat back wondering why this many resupply ships were within 116 million Klicks of the border.
'Sam are there any major allied targets close by?' I asked. 'Checking John one minute please.' She replied and within 45 seconds my center MFD went blank then 19 station or system names popped up. At the bottom of the list was Pentel 616, shit. This was not good, this many supply ships; 8 Oilers, 6 Munition, and 4 General Cargo, could support 2-3 fast strike units of 8 to 12 ships each. I had to get my suspicions up the ladder fast. 'Sam, standby for a coded FTL message back to the Arc Royal, make the header Operational Imediat.' I said knowing that breaking comms silence could be the start of a major shit show. 'Message follows, Target destroyed. Composition consistent with resupply unit for multiple fast strike units. 19 possible high value targets within range, list included. Recommend breaking comms silence for warning them. Signed Bishop. Please code it and send it burst Sam.' I told her.
Within 10 seconds, my message was encoded, compressed into a 0.016 second burst of static and sent, I just hoped that the powers that be would come to the same conclusion that I had. I looked at the counter, 38.37 minutes till we were back.