The Alexanderov Federation
Book 1 The Grendarl War
Part Fourteen - The Battle for Rrk'g'kreg
"What?!" Goodman practically shouted.
"How could they have developed the sensor technology
in just two years to defeat the jamming on those carriers?"
"I don't know!" Turley replied. "But somehow
they know where those carriers are."
"Scan for Silicoid sensor platforms. Maybe the Grendarl
got more than just the one we found a few years ago."
"Scanning... Sir, I found three of them, all in planetary
orbit. I don't think we can get ships into range to take them
out. Anything that gets close will be in range of their PD
weaponry, or their fighters."
Morse spoke up now. "Goodman, I don't think we're going
to get all the missiles in time. I'm estimating almost 600
will be left by the time they reach Task Force 77."
"Goodman to Stockert. I need help, I can't take out
all these missiles."
Admiral Stockert replied immediately, "Fighter groups
on their way."
"Goodman to 57.1 and 77.1, focus on the missiles in
the center, let the fighters have those on the edges."
Again a trickle of acknowledgements came in and the task
forces shifted their fire. Thousands of missiles were harmlessly
detonated in space, but as the missiles got closer, they began
to do some damage to the front line of Goodman's command.
As the last of the missiles were detonated literally meters
from the front of the wall, the damage proved too much for
some ships. 50 vessels were destroyed, and the other 75 vessels
in the first layer all took significant damage as well. If
the next round that came their way was any larger, they would
no longer have the firepower to take it all out.
"Stockert to all task forces. Prepare to withdraw, we
do not have sufficient missiles to destroy all their fighters
and still take out their planetary defenses."
On the bridge of the Sharktooth II, almost every crewman
slumped in their chairs. To lose ships, suffer damage, and
barely even scratch the enemy? This would be a day that would
live long in infamy, and none of them were happy to be there
for it. Lewis began crying silently at her station, only the
shaking of her shoulders betrayed her.
Goodman and de Campos, however, refused to accept defeat.
de Campos turned to Goodman and said, "Not enough missiles?
What about the defensive missiles?"
It took him less than a second to realize what she was suggesting.
"Goodman to Stockert. Negative, sir, we do not need to
withdraw. We still have a full load of anti-fighter missiles."
"But they aren't attacking, Goodman. They'll shoot them
down with their PD weaponry and we'll run out of missiles
there too," Stockert replied.
"Not if we fire our main missile racks at the same time,
Dead silence came back over the channel for almost 10 seconds.
"Stockert to all task forces. Abandon retreat preparations.
55 and 75, launch all missiles at the planetary defenses when
all have completely reloaded in 30 seconds. 57.1 and 77.1,
launch your missiles in 35 seconds, just as the larger capital
ship missiles pass through your formation."
de Campos smiled at Goodman, and he winked back at her.
40 seconds later, the planetary defenses began firing on
the missile wave fast approaching the planet. Again the human's
missiles began to detonate by the hundreds. But this time,
instead of just a few thousand, over 15,000 missiles were
approaching the planet. Would the Grendarl be able to take
out all the missiles in time?