The Alexanderov Federation
Book 1 The Grendarl War
Part Sixteen - The Battle for Rrk'g'kreg
Five seconds after the allied fleet launched
the third wave of missiles, the planetary defenses of Rrk'g'kreg
III began to fire on the incoming missiles. But there were
way too many missiles and not enough fighter groups left.
P'daR'T'S had little time to think. Did the larger number
of missiles and the suicidally charging ships mean the humans
were getting desperate and running out of missiles? Or was
it just a feint? He didn't know, but he knew he had to stop
them at any cost.
He opened a channel to his remaining three IF orbitals and
ordered a full burst fired at the incoming ships. Then he
ordered his carrier/IF frigates to fire their second wave
of missiles and the planetary missile bases to fire again,
targeted on the allied PD screen. If he could take down enough
of those ships, perhaps he could get a few missiles through
and force the humans to retreat. Mentally he cursed their
diplomatic tongues. Though physically quite unimpressive,
unable to do just about anything as quickly as the Grendarl
without mechanical assistance, their ability to lie persuasively
had cost his people their senate membership and ever since
had them on the losing end of this war. Well not today, not
if he could help it.
He watched as seven more seconds passed. Oddly, the charging
ships made no attempt to shoot down the missiles targeted
on them, but just ran right into them, firing to the end on
his fighter groups. Odd. Why would humans throw their lives
away so callously? Trying to figure out these doznab humans
was giving him one hell of a headache. I hate this job, he
But k'Nf'S'i'S was enjoying his. As planetary governor of
the Wasilkoff IV settlement, he had a tough choice to make,
but he felt he had been born for just this moment. Tough decisions
were not a problem for him.
The Psilon made a tactical error, he thought. They should
have bombed us out while they had the chance. That will cost
He ordered his builders to redouble their efforts. They had
almost enough ships. Soon they would be ready.
The missiles just weren't falling fast enough. Even with
the firepower of his fighter groups taking down missiles as
fast as they could, soon over 5,000 missiles would be in range
and start detonating amongst his fleet. Over 500 of them were
capital ship missiles that would kill a ship or orbital each
without any difficulty. P'daR'T'S hesitated only a second.
"All fighter groups, move forward to engage. You're out
of range of their PD, take out those small missiles NOW so
I can concentrate on the bigger threat."
Few even bothered to acknowledge, they just obeyed. In just
over a second, he lost over half his remaining fighter forces,
but the missile count was down to under 1,000. His PD orbitals
quickly cleaned up most of the rest. But a few still got through.
On the bridge of the Sharktooth II, things were getting just
a bit busy. Turley was tracking both the remains of their
last wave of missiles and the incoming fresh wave from the
Grendarl that would enter the range of their PD weaponry in
five seconds. "Sir? It appears that last wave did some
good. They are down to just over a quarter of their original
fighter force, they lost 6 more carrier ships and all three
remaining IF orbitals, and the two damaged PD orbitals look
to be nothing but shells in space now. But I can't be sure
if they have more missiles on their carrier frigates or not.
Obviously I was wrong before, and I just can't say anymore
if they have more."
"What about the incoming wave?" Goodman replied.
"About 7,000 missiles this time, sir. We should be able
to handle them all with the fighter groups help."
"Order all ships in the PD fleet to no longer wait for
my orders to take out incoming missiles, but to fire at will
at the earliest opportunity," he said to Lewis.
"Aye, sir," she replied, and then quickly complied.
Apparently, the ships of 57.1 had been waiting for just that
order, because most of them instantly opened up, even though
the missiles weren't quite in range yet for those that were
furthest away. And again the Grendarl missiles began to detonate
by the hundreds. The fighters joined in again as the missiles
left the cover of the PD orbitals, and by the time the missiles
were close enough to cause collateral damage to the ships
detonating them, only about two hundred remained. This was
enough to take out the remainder of the already heavily damaged
front line of the wall formation, but no more. Although 25
missiles remained after the 72 ships there had been destroyed,
the second line was a couple kilometers away, and the missiles
couldn't close the extra distance in time.
Turley turned to Goodman. "We don't have the firepower
to take out another full round anymore sir."
"Stockert to Goodman. We tried your idea. It worked,
but did it work enough?"
"Yes sir, I believe it did."
"But my science officer tells me you don't have enough
ships left to take out another full wave."
"So does mine. But I can't believe they have enough
room for another round of missiles on those carrier frigates.
Those ships are just too small."
"For what it's worth, I agree with you. But you've only
got one more round, after that we have no choice but to retreat."
"We have two rounds of missiles left, sir!"
"But we won't be able to get the second one launched
if your PD screen falls."
A viewscreen to his left popped on. "Sir, we have the
last ship completed!" the head foreman exclaimed. A slight
breach of protocol, but in this case his disrespect could
"Excellent work, T'SrA'd. Begin boarding immediately,"
k'Nf'S'i'S replied. "I want to be ready to depart within
"It shall be done, Honored Governor."
Soon, they will pay...