"We will Captain" Anttoss was able to get out before the comm-link was closed. Well with that sorted Anttoss looked to his Engineering Officer. The Blonde haired skinny man looked up to his commander, already knowing what to do before asked.
"Captain, we have assessed the damage. It wasn't as bad as we originally thought or even as bad as it felt for that matter." He swiped his hand across the Holotable. A display of the Capacitor, Warp Core, Shields, Armor, and Hull integrity appeared in front of the Captain. The Shields, Armor, and Hull displays appeared as small picture of the ship from it's starboard side with outlines and smaller rectangles with details on each system. Each layer filtered one on top of the other, giving a Twenty second pause before switching to the next. The outline on each layer was mostly Green, save the Hull integrity of the ship. From the Display, the Shield's were back to 100% and the Shield booster and the supporting Modules were still in good condition. The Capacitor seemed to be working fine as well, only losing 2% of its base recharge rate due to the damage done. The thrusters and the lower end of the ship however, had lost almost all Armor plating and the Hull was damaged. Almost 30 different parts of the surrounding Decks had been sealed around the area. This meant the death of One hundred Crew mates. The Report made Captain Anttoss look down in shame, but it wasn't the first and probably not the last time people would die under his command. At least they would be cloned back home...
Anttoss raised his head up again, to see a Private Message had been sent to him by Captain Adam. What it contained just brought even more troubles to his mind. They were truly trapped here. Not even death would take them back home now. Anttoss shook his head in respite. He needed to focus on the now and what has happened. Not the future and what ifs. Looking Back at his Engineer officer, the Captain shook his head to him to drop the displays. Next was his Tactical Officer. Again without having to say anything the Images appeared in front of his Command Seat. These images just produced numbers and statistics. The report showed most of their Ammunition had been wasted in their previous battle and a forth of his Mercenary Infantry had not made it back at time. Only three Dragonflys had perished with all the Pilots being saved. He expected no less from his Valkyries. His crew was mostly there, only about 87 have been confirmed missing that worked around the thrusters. Not as bad as he had thought, but still wasn't easy for him to swallow.
Finally the Navigation Officer put his report up. A displayed appeared focusing around the rear of the ship. Of all the Thruster ports the Liberator only had Eight of the Twenty. Only one of the three main ones worked. The Display stated the ship has lost 68% of its max base speed and the Warp Core was unstable.
"Due to the Damage Captain, we cannot warp further than 80AU before the capacitor caps out. If it even Warps at all..." the Navigation officer stated before closing the display and continuing his work. Anttoss nodded at him before looking back to his Engineer officer.
"Alright. Give it to me straight Aross. How long and what will it take for us to get the Warp Core fixed?" The Engineer Officer began to type on his Holotable for a few seconds before bringing it up to the commander. It displayed the resources it would take and the time it would take for each task to be complete.
"A few days... A week? Maybe two. Although we do have the Materials to fix it on ship. Not to the full capacity, but better than our current status. I can probably even jury Rig somethings to get us back to full capacity." "Do it. I want that to be our main Priority. Maybe our new ORE allies can knock out a few days from that process."Anttoss stood up from his chair to address his Command deck.
"Alright, Liberator. Main objective is going to be repairing the ship. I want a wing of Dragonflys to patrol the nearby are-" "Sir, we are getting a emergency distress call!" The Communication officer interrupted.
"Play it for everyone to hear!" Anttoss didn't mind the Interruption. All calls of Class-3 were to come as a priority if they were in Ishkone Space. While it wasn't their space, he appreciated the fact the Communication officer didn't hold it back.
"Attention ships. There is a greater threat approaching from the" -Palpatine felt for the ripples in the Force- "Galactic Center. We must stand together or be destroyed. As this shuttle is lightly armed, I... suggest... you protect it." |
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Anttoss raised his left eyebrow in confusion.
Galactic Center? What were they on about? They probably were Panicking and not able to make much sense. It wouldn't be the first time he saw Captains act like this. Regardless Anttoss would not just leave them undefended if they asked for help, but in his ship's current condition he wasn't going to just Warp in.
"Tell them support is on their way. Prepare the figthters!" Nine Dragonflys exited the Hangar and began to form in a loose Wedge formation. The 30 Meter ships disengaged their safeties and began to ready their Rocket Pods and Blasters. In almost and instant the group disappeared, warping to the origin of the Distress call. In just a few seconds they landed from their warp. Video recording from each ship displayed in front of the Captain. Each one of them showed the Ship that had asked for aid. There was nothing else around and no one was attacking them.
Was it possibly a trap? Also what kind of ship was that? In the over Twenty years served Anttoss had never seen a model like it...
"Orbit the Ship at Fifty Kilometers! If anything attacks them they are to make a full retreat. If that Unknown ship attacks, destroy it!". The Squadron leader Rogered up to the Command and they Dragonflys began their Orbit. Captain Antoss sat on his Command Seat and quietly waited, until the Communication officer spoke up again.
"Uh, Captain. We got another Distress call from a different location. I'll play it up now..."+++VOX MESSAGE+++ +++PRIORITY ALPHA-PRIMUS+++
THIS IS THE OATH OF SALVATION REQUEST AID FROM ANY IMPERIAL SHIP IN THE AREA. WE ARE A SIMPLE MERCANTILE VESSEL THAT HAS SUFFERED CRITICAL AND CRIPPLING DAMAGE. THERE ARE CHILDREN AND FAMILIES ABOARD. REQUESTING IMMEDIATE ASSISTANCE. MATERIAL COMPENSATION, PERSONAL THANKS AND BLESSINGS FROM THE GOD-EMPEROR WILL BE REWARDED. |
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Anttoss's Jaw hung open in shock. What in the hell was going on and where were they...