Aboard the Drifa Captain Evja stared at the screens as the comm crackled to life, before Halva could speak he shouted to the helms as an asteroid erupted before them, “Continue the starboard drift, up plane 20-degrees.” Turning back to the screen he murmured, “Halva, what do you have.”
“Well that was the first problem, the second is they are using a high-energy beam weapon. Something that we don’t have. I am bringing the point defenses on-line. They are maneuvering to use the facilities docking station as a shielding agent.”
Captain Evja pursed his lips and said coldly, “Fire on that station. We will deal with the ramifications later.”
“CIC aye.” Halva said as she turned back towards the screens before her, tapping several gun batteries she drew the data to her monitor calculating the firing solutions. Once satisfied she transferred them to gunners who began a swift check against the data to ensure it was correct. As they were doing that, she tapped the shielding point defense systems which generated a large energy spike easily readable by the OPFOR. While the shields charged, nimbus of black energy swam around the hard points where the generators were, creating a shimmer and warping of space as the energy began thrumming and pulsating. Several of the faster moving debris from the exploded asteroid were intercepted by the dark energy reaching out and redirecting their direction quickly to allow the ship to sail through the smaller stuff.
The fore deck guns fired several times at the large rocks, reducing them into smaller bits where the point defense shields began tracking and deflecting them from the ship.
In the CyW, Lt. Sigvatr chewed his lip as the ship rocked from the surging power of the point defenses firing to protect the ship. His eyes continued to read the data as he popped he head up and shouted towards the others; quickly he began hammering the keys as he transferred code to others in the CyW. Toggling Command he almost shouted before calming down, “Command this is CyW.”
“Command, go ahead.”
“Command we think we can transfer data to the raiders from one of the fighters, and I think we can use it as a screening ship to help keep the raiders hidden, request permission that another flight is scrambled.”
“Command, CIC, we can do that.”
“Do it then.”
“Aye, CyW out.”
Two more fighters rocketed from the catapults. In the asteroid field the damaged one trying to regain control turned into a beam and exploded in a brilliant flash of silver-blue light. The lead of that flight banked away and darted between some asteroids as the beam sliced through space behind it. Outside the asteroid belt, the previously damaged one roared at full speed and arced up at a 70-degree arc, its weapons coming online.
Aboard Vapor-22 the three ships continued their run through the asteroids as they dropped further and further down below the horizon of the orbit, as they did so a brilliant flash erupted on the screens of the pilots.
“Looks like the Drifa is still fighting…”
“Then we need to get to our target asap.”
The Drifa is avoiding the debris from the asteroid exploded near it.
It has launched another flight to use as screening and communications with Vapor-22.
Vapor-22 is below the horizon and racing towards the last know where the Spyder class ship was.
The Point defense systems have been activated to protect the ship from the debris and from the beam weapons.