A Dark Echo
Part 7
By GeneticPredator
The second Gladius started it's brave-but-doomed attack run, fighting against all odds so we could make a break for it. Despite the brutal disadvantage and zero chance of survival the Gladius pilot fought very hard: making all types of maneuvers to do as much damage as possible. The area was swarming with enemy fighters and projectiles of all sorts.
Eventually the resistance was too much to handle. The Gladius started taking hit after hit. But before the valiant fight ended, the Gladius managed to take down three enemy fighters.
The last words we heard over the radio were, "It's been an honor..."
Now all enemy ships focused on us - the only target left... the last witness.
Our engines screamed in full force, our chance of escape were slim, but it was do or die!
The nav computer did its calculations as fast as it could. The radar screen was lighting up as a firework show on a new year celebration back on Terra, however this was not a pleasant show... this was certain death blipping on the screen!
The time to escape was now... or never...
I commanded all power to the engines and our rear shields, in hope that we would be able to make our jump before the storm of raining bullets reached us. For this to work the nav computer had to plot our course without interference, with the slightest bump or hit making it have to restart the calculation.
The question was... had the brave Gladius fighter bought us enough time to make the jump? We would soon find out!
Thomas was hyperventilating, while Mitch tried to calm him down. Mira had turned her turret backwards and fired at everything she could see.
The radar indicated at least 40 pursuers and rising!
We were just two steps from Hell!
In the same instant the nav computer showed green and the course was complete, the first wave of bullets hit the rear shield and a few made it through, hitting the rear cargo door and some hitting the top right engine. More missiles were on their way, so we launched our last countermeasures.
The hit on the engine made the ship shake and drift slightly to the left, thus forcing the nav computer to restart its calculations.
"God damn it!" I yelled in desperation: this was not going to work! They were on us now. We did not have the time to stick around and recalculate our plot.
The Vanduul wouldn't let us get away. We had no other choice but to stay and fight till the bitter end.
"Mitch I need you in your turret right now! We have to fight!"
"Copy that!"
To be continued...
Part 7
By GeneticPredator
The second Gladius started it's brave-but-doomed attack run, fighting against all odds so we could make a break for it. Despite the brutal disadvantage and zero chance of survival the Gladius pilot fought very hard: making all types of maneuvers to do as much damage as possible. The area was swarming with enemy fighters and projectiles of all sorts.
Eventually the resistance was too much to handle. The Gladius started taking hit after hit. But before the valiant fight ended, the Gladius managed to take down three enemy fighters.
The last words we heard over the radio were, "It's been an honor..."
Now all enemy ships focused on us - the only target left... the last witness.
Our engines screamed in full force, our chance of escape were slim, but it was do or die!
The nav computer did its calculations as fast as it could. The radar screen was lighting up as a firework show on a new year celebration back on Terra, however this was not a pleasant show... this was certain death blipping on the screen!
The time to escape was now... or never...
I commanded all power to the engines and our rear shields, in hope that we would be able to make our jump before the storm of raining bullets reached us. For this to work the nav computer had to plot our course without interference, with the slightest bump or hit making it have to restart the calculation.
The question was... had the brave Gladius fighter bought us enough time to make the jump? We would soon find out!
Thomas was hyperventilating, while Mitch tried to calm him down. Mira had turned her turret backwards and fired at everything she could see.
The radar indicated at least 40 pursuers and rising!
We were just two steps from Hell!
In the same instant the nav computer showed green and the course was complete, the first wave of bullets hit the rear shield and a few made it through, hitting the rear cargo door and some hitting the top right engine. More missiles were on their way, so we launched our last countermeasures.
The hit on the engine made the ship shake and drift slightly to the left, thus forcing the nav computer to restart its calculations.
"God damn it!" I yelled in desperation: this was not going to work! They were on us now. We did not have the time to stick around and recalculate our plot.
The Vanduul wouldn't let us get away. We had no other choice but to stay and fight till the bitter end.
"Mitch I need you in your turret right now! We have to fight!"
"Copy that!"
To be continued...
