The Ecthelion-Illia Jennings
"General quarters. All ships, independent evasive action. Surround the enemy and isolate them if you can. Only fire if you have a clear shot."
The orders came in from the Amagi.
"Captain Macarthur," Said a pleasant female voice with a slight southern accent. It came through the ships comm. "We've received orders to attack the incoming enemy fleet."
"Alrighty then!" Macarthur replied. He'd been the captain aboard Ecthelion for all of two weeks, but already felt like the ship was his home. He was growing quite fond of Illia as well. "All hands! Battle stations!" He bellowed over the comm. Across the ship, the crew jumped to action, support crew moving to ready the ship for combat, pilots scrambling to their ships. All the while, Illia steered the Ecthelion into the battle, analyzing the flight plans of the other ships, plotting coordinates.
"Captain, I recommend ordering all ships to launch and focus on this point." On the console infront of him, a 3D map of the battle sprung up, with a nav point on the far edge of the battle. As he watched, the enemy ships seemed to be moving in that direction. "Launch now, deploy the fighters there to keep the main fleet from slipping the flank. The Ecthelion will wait here," Another nav point appeared, just outside of the direct battle, but with a clear line on the first nav point. "We wait for them to come into range, then fire the main guns." Illia said over the comm to Macarthur.
"I like it." He said. "All fighters! Scramble!" He ordered shipwide. "Coordinates incoming!"
Moments later the fighters were screaming out of the hanger bays, and the Ecthelion was on course to the ambush point.