Thursday, 31 January 2013

Arcturian - Pt. 4

Read part one here: http://swanindustries.blogspot.co.uk/2013/01/arcturian-chapter-1.html



By Calum Morton

Blasts of pure energy spewed forth from gun pits and cannons and spread out lazily across the gulf of space. The ships that tumbled and twisted around the space station at Tau Beta. Markus Sillassus swung about the controls and bore down upon a pirate scout ship he waited a few seconds; sure enough, there were the blue-purple blasts of the Arcturian's Pulse Laser Cannons. Some shots were dispersed by the pirate vessels’ energy shields but more went through and tore holes in her hull. Fire blossomed out of the ruptures as internal blasts ripped the small ship apart. Danm good shot, Seb thought Markus, as he heaved on the controls and fell into formation behind the Taurus.

“Captain Odan, what’s our next target?” Markus asked over the secure comm channel.

“The rebel pirate fleet is being commanded from a Polaris class heavy cruiser sitting just outside of the orbit of the station and well out of the way of the battle. I want to punch a hole through the rebel squadrons and lead a force against that cruiser. All available ships form up on me and follow my lead!” The reply came over open channels to all confederacy ships in the battle. A beam of purple light flicked across from a pirate vessel and struck a Confederacy Vespa class destroyer. The beam raked across the hull of the ship and flame billowed out of the rent in the ship’s flank. The destroyer returned a fire with a volley of missiles and three large ion blasts. The pirate ship disappeared in a cloud of fire and debris as she was instantaneously torn apart. Markus flicked a switch on the control panel in front of him and locked on to a rebel star fighter just ahead and port of him. He pressed a button and watched a missile streak towards the small craft. One flash of light later and the fighter was no more. Somehow this just doesn’t feel right thought Markus as he adjusted his flight path to follow the Taurus. A drifting hulk briefly obscured his view of the rest of the battle as he arced over its’ port bow. The floating wreck was so damaged he couldn’t even tell what side of the battle it belonged to.

A few minutes later they saw it, the rebel’s capital ship. The great Polaris class sat fat and wide just outside of the main battle and occasionally fired on a ship that dared to fly too close. That thing was built like a floating fortress and armed to the teeth with a nasty array of weaponry, from miniature tactical nuclear missiles, to plasma burst cannons, and even x-ray lasers: invisible yet devastating new weapons which could pass straight through shields and hull alike to cook a ships’ crew where they stood. Markus gunned the engines and followed the rest of the motley squadron who were headed straight for it.

Down in weapons Seb held his fire until he saw an opportunity to exploit a weakness in his enemy’s defence. As a bot he had a knack for calculating the best possible moment to strike so he sat, finger on the trigger, waiting…


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