IKC FHew 7C6110
Operation Foxtrot Uniform – Engaging Bogeys
by HoD Ro' Matlh & Eredh Hay'legh & Soghla' Jared
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The Fhew lept into the air like a stung animal and wheeled around towards the sky. Two fighters left from the orbital satelite they destroyed were homing in on them. There was still thirty seconds before they were in weapons range.
Jared glanced down at the scanners, keeping an eye on the skies at the same time as monitoring the ground team's progress.
"OK, I'm reading... three interceptor fighters. Not heavily armed, but fast. There's other stuff inbound, but they won't be here for a couple of minutes yet."
Hay'Legh silently swore. ’Why can’t Klingons ever do things the easy way?’
The Rihan gripped the controls and gritted her teeth as she felt the B'rel shudder around her. Hay’Legh tried to screen out the sound of stressed metal as she pulled the ‘old bird’ into a fast climb while releasing a blast of plasma gas into the path of the oncoming fighters.
Suck on that dha'rudh
Ro' waited till Hay'legh hit the stall point, when the B'rel ceased her climb and pointed nose down. Then with a short burst of disruptor fire he ignited the plasma trail. Two fighters were incinerated instantly, and the third peeled off and spiralled towards the ground out of control. He adjusted his track and destroyed the ship before it reached the ground.
"New Target!" he called to Jared.
Jared frowned.
"OK... We've now got five more interceptors, and two Stormwind class fast strike craft. The Stormwinds are carrying light ordinance. Individually we outclass any of them, but together, all at once? I don't know."
"There's bigger stuff moving in, Captain. We really don't want to be hanging about more than a couple of minutes more."
Ro' glanced at Hay'legh, "Remember our weaposn are forward facing. Try and keep one of the Stormwinds between us and the second one, that way they can't shoot at us without hitting the other."
"Who is flying this thing, me or you?" Hay'Legh snapped, but with a few qucik adjustments she rolled the warbird and then pitched down to make the B'rel the 'piggy in the middle' to the two stormwinds.
"You just better hope that the two stormwind captains like each other enough not to try shooting," she said as her hands hovered over the controls, ready to pull them quickly out if there was even an indication that the enemy was going to fire their weapons.
Ro' programed a series of instructions into the photon torpedo and then fired. The photons moved away, fanned out and then returned towards them.
"Full reverse!" he barked.
Hay'Legh's fingers flew over the console again and the B'rel leapt quickly up from between the two battle crusiers. The noise of straining hull metal now sounded loud in Hay'Legh's ears and she made a mental note to talk to Ro' about giving the bird a hull examination as she positioned the F'Hew as far away from what was about to happen as possible.
The torpedoes passed through the space the Fhew vacated and continued to fan, now each of them had a lock on a Stormwind and at such close range thath the large ships found it imposible to avoid. There was a series of explsoins along the sides of each ship. One tried to struggle for the safety of orbit again while the other floundered trying to switch power between weapons, shields and drive systems.
Five fighters began to pepper the rear shields. Alone or in a pair they would be of no concern but a team of five was enough to cause a problem.
Ro' remained cool and, as Hay'legh fought to keep outside of the flanking ships, he concentrated all his disruptor fire on a single ship until it was destroyed then switched to the second.
The air around them was flooded with flame and light as the stricken Stormwind failed in it's struggle to keep together.
Jared muttered something unplesant in a long forgotten tongue.
"Alright captain, we've got nine more interceptors closing fast, three more Stormwinds, and a heavy cruiser is on it's way down through the atmosphere - e.t.a. about fourty seconds. That cruiser alone carries three times our armaments, captain. We're now officially outgunned."
Even the damaged Stormwind was returning, keeping to the back of the group. The whole contingent were fanning out to outflank the B'rel. Ro' grinned as he finished of the third of the close fighters, "We've faced worse. Here is where the glory comes. How are the away teams going?"
As if in answer the Comms sounded.
,'. Marla to the FHew, three to beam out, and hurry! ,'.
"Tell all teams to fall back to the LZ. Hay'legh, get us on the ground before that cruiser gets here."
"Easier said than done," Hay'Legh muttered. "If you can get those two fighters off my back, then we should have a clear run to pick up the landing parties."
As if in answer to her request a small volle of rockets streaked up from the surface and one of the two remaining fighters erupted in a fire ball.
Hay'Legh took the controls and rolled the B'rel into a steep curving spiral in an effort to increase the distance between the ship and the oncoming menace. In doing so she narrrowly missed a second volley of misiles clipping their wings as it sought th efinal close pursuit fighter. She then straightened up and tried to get as much speed as could be had from these over-worked and over-strained engines to try and make it to the LZ before their new pursuers got them first.
"I don't see any of our landing parties, HoD," the Rihan said as she dropped the B'rel in a not quite text book landing.
HoD Ro' stepped froward and pointed to a pile of mud and foliage. "Magnify!"
The image jumped into sharp focus showing a group of muddied and battered Klingons. The landing party was in three groups. The largest, about five people to the West, were covered in mud and foliage and looked like a few were injured, and other group of three were holding down a supression fire to the east. To the south Tell's Nephilum was firing randomly into the rubble scape as Marie was trying to reload her on the fly.
The instant the Cargo bay doors began to open all groups began to fall back inside, with Tell coming last, backing in and still firing.
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by HoD Ro' Matlh & Eredh Hay'legh & Soghla' Jared
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| Title | Engaging Bogeys | |
| Mission | Operation Foxtrot Uniform | |
| Author(s) | HoD Ro' Matlh & Eredh Hay'legh & Soghla' Jared | |
| Posted | Mon Jan 03, 2011 @ 2:11am | |
| Location | FHew Bridge | |
| Timeline | MT +0:20 | |
| Tag | Jared, Hay'legh, Ro' |
Jared glanced down at the scanners, keeping an eye on the skies at the same time as monitoring the ground team's progress.
"OK, I'm reading... three interceptor fighters. Not heavily armed, but fast. There's other stuff inbound, but they won't be here for a couple of minutes yet."
Hay'Legh silently swore. ’Why can’t Klingons ever do things the easy way?’
The Rihan gripped the controls and gritted her teeth as she felt the B'rel shudder around her. Hay’Legh tried to screen out the sound of stressed metal as she pulled the ‘old bird’ into a fast climb while releasing a blast of plasma gas into the path of the oncoming fighters.
Suck on that dha'rudh
Ro' waited till Hay'legh hit the stall point, when the B'rel ceased her climb and pointed nose down. Then with a short burst of disruptor fire he ignited the plasma trail. Two fighters were incinerated instantly, and the third peeled off and spiralled towards the ground out of control. He adjusted his track and destroyed the ship before it reached the ground.
"New Target!" he called to Jared.
Jared frowned.
"OK... We've now got five more interceptors, and two Stormwind class fast strike craft. The Stormwinds are carrying light ordinance. Individually we outclass any of them, but together, all at once? I don't know."
"There's bigger stuff moving in, Captain. We really don't want to be hanging about more than a couple of minutes more."
Ro' glanced at Hay'legh, "Remember our weaposn are forward facing. Try and keep one of the Stormwinds between us and the second one, that way they can't shoot at us without hitting the other."
"Who is flying this thing, me or you?" Hay'Legh snapped, but with a few qucik adjustments she rolled the warbird and then pitched down to make the B'rel the 'piggy in the middle' to the two stormwinds.
"You just better hope that the two stormwind captains like each other enough not to try shooting," she said as her hands hovered over the controls, ready to pull them quickly out if there was even an indication that the enemy was going to fire their weapons.
Ro' programed a series of instructions into the photon torpedo and then fired. The photons moved away, fanned out and then returned towards them.
"Full reverse!" he barked.
Hay'Legh's fingers flew over the console again and the B'rel leapt quickly up from between the two battle crusiers. The noise of straining hull metal now sounded loud in Hay'Legh's ears and she made a mental note to talk to Ro' about giving the bird a hull examination as she positioned the F'Hew as far away from what was about to happen as possible.
The torpedoes passed through the space the Fhew vacated and continued to fan, now each of them had a lock on a Stormwind and at such close range thath the large ships found it imposible to avoid. There was a series of explsoins along the sides of each ship. One tried to struggle for the safety of orbit again while the other floundered trying to switch power between weapons, shields and drive systems.
Five fighters began to pepper the rear shields. Alone or in a pair they would be of no concern but a team of five was enough to cause a problem.
Ro' remained cool and, as Hay'legh fought to keep outside of the flanking ships, he concentrated all his disruptor fire on a single ship until it was destroyed then switched to the second.
The air around them was flooded with flame and light as the stricken Stormwind failed in it's struggle to keep together.
Jared muttered something unplesant in a long forgotten tongue.
"Alright captain, we've got nine more interceptors closing fast, three more Stormwinds, and a heavy cruiser is on it's way down through the atmosphere - e.t.a. about fourty seconds. That cruiser alone carries three times our armaments, captain. We're now officially outgunned."
Even the damaged Stormwind was returning, keeping to the back of the group. The whole contingent were fanning out to outflank the B'rel. Ro' grinned as he finished of the third of the close fighters, "We've faced worse. Here is where the glory comes. How are the away teams going?"
As if in answer the Comms sounded.
,'. Marla to the FHew, three to beam out, and hurry! ,'.
"Tell all teams to fall back to the LZ. Hay'legh, get us on the ground before that cruiser gets here."
"Easier said than done," Hay'Legh muttered. "If you can get those two fighters off my back, then we should have a clear run to pick up the landing parties."
As if in answer to her request a small volle of rockets streaked up from the surface and one of the two remaining fighters erupted in a fire ball.
Hay'Legh took the controls and rolled the B'rel into a steep curving spiral in an effort to increase the distance between the ship and the oncoming menace. In doing so she narrrowly missed a second volley of misiles clipping their wings as it sought th efinal close pursuit fighter. She then straightened up and tried to get as much speed as could be had from these over-worked and over-strained engines to try and make it to the LZ before their new pursuers got them first.
"I don't see any of our landing parties, HoD," the Rihan said as she dropped the B'rel in a not quite text book landing.
HoD Ro' stepped froward and pointed to a pile of mud and foliage. "Magnify!"
The image jumped into sharp focus showing a group of muddied and battered Klingons. The landing party was in three groups. The largest, about five people to the West, were covered in mud and foliage and looked like a few were injured, and other group of three were holding down a supression fire to the east. To the south Tell's Nephilum was firing randomly into the rubble scape as Marie was trying to reload her on the fly.
The instant the Cargo bay doors began to open all groups began to fall back inside, with Tell coming last, backing in and still firing.
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