Part Six - Into the Frey
Forced out of the launch tube, he fired the
engines and took up patrol around the armada as the rest of
his flotilla assembled outside the carrier. One after one
the 10 different carriers in 107th armada spat out the many
fighters and fighter bombers until the space was full of them.
His second in command took point of 4th squadron while Nesh
headed the 1st. “Nothing on tactical”, Nesh said
over the communicator. “Clear here”, 2nd sqaudron
said, “Nothing here”, 3rd added. “4th clear”
his friend filled in.
“Tactical here, our three long range armadas are engaging
the enemy in the front, missiles are incoming. Take point
and head out towards the enemy armada and intercept the missiles
at 200 by 60 by 30.” The coordinated appeared on his
tactical display as tactical gave it to him and he immediately
punched the accelerator forward feeling the four engines kick
in forward. Taking a peek into the rear monitor he saw the
pinpricks of hundreds fighters and fighter bombers dispersing
as the armada braced for incoming missiles with the PD ships
lining up in the front.
“Nothing yet, wait…” he increased the resolution
on the scanner. “I see movement at 12 o’clock,
face forward” he said and the three scout fighters flew
up in front of the group. “Give me a pin point please.
Ignoring the awesome display of beam power in front of him,
only 10000 km away, the first glitter of incoming missile
fire showed up. He tried to stay calm and professional when
the numbers came up. “50 torpedoes a head, 7000+ and
closing. Spread out into a line, 3rd take up rear and 4th
on starboard flank. Be ready. Eyes, any sign of birds in the
“Unless their cloaked” and with that he felt
the all familiar chill crawl down the spine, “there’s
only missiles so far.”
He loaded the targeting computer with data. It could only
take the closest 10 into the computer at a time, but that
was quite enough. “We only get one chance on this, they’re
faster than us. One sweep, two at least for every head.”
2000+ km and closing fast he saw the noses with the tail
of bluish fire behind it. Big suckers, he thought as they
grew into his field of fire. Who knew what kind of defenses
these arrows had. He guided the cross air with his helmet
and the ticking red retina slowly took on the color of orange,
then yellow. A few pilots, probably the new ones, took a few
pot shots as the glowing plasma sped ahead and streaked past
as they missed. Their respective leaders asked them harshly
to can it and he smiled when his second in command told a
pilot in his squadron that he better hit the next time or
he would guide one of the arrows up his tail.
At dark green, Nesh fired watching the plasma touch the side
of one of the arrows, sparking up as the missile shield burned
out, then his second hit punch straight through the arrow,
evaporating it in a expanding nova, causing a slight chain
reaction as arrows next to it collided. The whole flotilla
opened up and Nesh blinked at the blinding display of plasma
being launched, blowing up at least ten more torpedoes before
they were almost upon them. Nesh fired again, knowing he would
probably miss before he dived, seeing the torpedoes swoop
by above him the looked in the back monitor as they reserve
squadron took out another five breaking onto the flanks and
dived out of it’s path.
“****, boogies!!!” he heard from one of the scouts
before his ships tore into pieces from the incoming disruptor
fire. 20 Antaran flew straight into the ranks of his flotilla,
managing to destroy three more friendly fighters, one from
his unit as the first row showed three red indicators and
the second row one.
He banked hard to starboard as another Antaran fighter tried
to run him down. Greenish fire glanced by, depleting the front
shield by 20 percent.
“You damn slime”, Nesh muttered, looped around
and felt the G-forces pulling at his harness before he came
up on the antarans six and gave him a dose of dual plasma,
ripping into his shields that collapsed before ripping the
tail engine of. “Good shot chief”, he heard over
the communicator as his two wing men met up, safeguarding
Chaos engulfed as the different fighters circled each others.
No question that the Antaran interceptors were more agile
and nimble, but as much as their maneuverability impressed
him, their shields were weaker as they seem to rely on speed
and form over fire power. But as they now were realizing,
an Evon fighter could take many hits before it’s shield
or hull collapsed, enough for their number and experience
“Idiot”, an Antaran detachment broke up as one
ship chased after the last remaining scout ship and the other
joined a skirmish to the stern. It was obvious that even if
the Antarans had the better technology, they didn’t
have the experience and if there was anything the many cycles
of warfare had taught him, you never leave your wing men on
But for some reason, their situation awareness was astounding.
As Nesh approached the chasing Antaran from above, he turned
in the very last second causing Nesh to nib him in the side
rather than destroy. It even seemed like the Antaran knew
where to turn when Nesh took chase. “Look for a completely
different fish”, he ordered his wing men, “ there
must be some com vessel around.
Swearing he tried to pin point the Antaran, but with it’s
better speed and agility it started to slip him. “Dive”,
something yelled at him and he took it into a step dive as
a battery of plasma rocked the enemy fighter until the whole
cockpit tore of. He waived at his second in command as his
squadron raced by.
“Chief, I have a strange looking bird 5 o’clock."