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The Weaponeer turned as Varan walked up to him. “Withdrawal in good order, Ma’am. We’re still in hyperspace.”
“Good.” Varan gestured at the slight haze of ‘danger’ light blue. “Are the mines still under direction?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
He thought he could almost see her smile through her armored faceplate. “Good. Move the mines to here, and here,” she said, describing a vast square area in the hyperspace terrain to be the minefield.
A minefield with a significant gap dead center.
Trained in tactics as he had been, he had grasped it instantly. “You’re canalizing their attack.”
“Precisely. They will take too much time to go around the minefield in any direction, by which time the Fleet will be within striking range. When the mines are fired, they will have to come through the area where the gradient will admit their passage.”
“And we will be waiting.” The kam grinned, baring his teeth. “Adjusting the field now, Ma’am.”
“Excellent,” and the captain walked back to her seat.
She was pleased with herself. So far, she’d not shown any nervousness, and the other five captains were following her lead.
Which was good; they were surely feeling what she’d be experiencing in their place. Dismay at having to withdraw, and eagerness to come to grips with the enemy.
Aka, she had come out here with six ships, and she was determined to have an intact command when the Fleet arrived. “Sensors, enemy range to minefield.”
“Two light-minutes.”
“Weaponeer.”
“Ma’am.”
Varan’s lips curled back in a snarl. “Fire the mines. All ships, outphase, prepare attack pattern Zh-6 on my order.”
A vast wall of gravity spread across hyperspace, capable of disrupting any ship’s hyperfield and forcing it to either phase into normal space or be destroyed. “Ships outphasing,” Sensors reported.
“They’re changing their formation,” Weapons said. “Still on approach.”
“Attack pattern Zh-6,” Varan said. “Execute.”
The six cruisers abruptly reversed course, spreading out to give themselves clear fields of fire as antishield missiles spat from their launchers to engage the Terran destroyer screen.
“Primaries charged and ready, all ships.”
“Fire when in range,” Varan said. “Targeting at discretion, Rakhani-kestin.”
She bared her teeth.
“Strike to kill.”
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rabbi-tomThe Weaponeer turned as Varan walked up to him. “Withdrawal in good order, Ma’am. We’re still in hyperspace.”
“Good.” Varan gestured at the slight haze of ‘danger’ light blue. “Are the mines still under direction?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
He thought he could almost see her smile through her armored faceplate. “Good. Move the mines to here, and here,” she said, describing a vast square area in the hyperspace terrain to be the minefield.
A minefield with a significant gap dead center.
Trained in tactics as he had been, he had grasped it instantly. “You’re canalizing their attack.”
“Precisely. They will take too much time to go around the minefield in any direction, by which time the Fleet will be within striking range. When the mines are fired, they will have to come through the area where the gradient will admit their passage.”
“And we will be waiting.” The kam grinned, baring his teeth. “Adjusting the field now, Ma’am.”
“Excellent,” and the captain walked back to her seat.
She was pleased with herself. So far, she’d not shown any nervousness, and the other five captains were following her lead.
Which was good; they were surely feeling what she’d be experiencing in their place. Dismay at having to withdraw, and eagerness to come to grips with the enemy.
Aka, she had come out here with six ships, and she was determined to have an intact command when the Fleet arrived. “Sensors, enemy range to minefield.”
“Two light-minutes.”
“Weaponeer.”
“Ma’am.”
Varan’s lips curled back in a snarl. “Fire the mines. All ships, outphase, prepare attack pattern Zh-6 on my order.”
A vast wall of gravity spread across hyperspace, capable of disrupting any ship’s hyperfield and forcing it to either phase into normal space or be destroyed. “Ships outphasing,” Sensors reported.
“They’re changing their formation,” Weapons said. “Still on approach.”
“Attack pattern Zh-6,” Varan said. “Execute.”
The six cruisers abruptly reversed course, spreading out to give themselves clear fields of fire as antishield missiles spat from their launchers to engage the Terran destroyer screen.
“Primaries charged and ready, all ships.”
“Fire when in range,” Varan said. “Targeting at discretion, Rakhani-kestin.”
She bared her teeth.
“Strike to kill.”
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Ah-hah. Gravitic mines. Sneaky of them. They could go for area denial, but they're going to try luring them in, instead. And the Imperials have this bad habit of charging in without thinking. This is what comes of promoting admirals for political reasons...
And you can't even say it's for loyalty, 'cause they ain't. Seriously, dudes, if you're gonna promote idiots, at least pick idiots who won't give you trouble internally...
And you can't even say it's for loyalty, 'cause they ain't. Seriously, dudes, if you're gonna promote idiots, at least pick idiots who won't give you trouble internally...
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