Bunda-System, 2320.11.01.01.23 RNS Lorod-Rekad VII, Section 32B.
Lieutenant Kiralex, one of the youngest among his fellow officers, still had some trouble to take in the multitude of displays fed by the ships extensive sensornetwork. Gravimetric scans, subspace analytics, short range ladar, long range hyperspace monitoring and many others provided full range intel on everything happening inside and outside the Lorod-Klonol-Class Battle Ship. Even after all these information had been sorted and prioritized by the ships AIs, there was so much going on at the same time, that Kiralex was sure he was missing most of it, most of the time. He had considered getting an implant to connect directly to the Network, but after witnessing what was colloquially called a "burn out", he wasn't to sure wether the risk of getting his brain fried was worth the gain.
After all most of the old birds did the same job without implants for decades now. The old Torolex always told him to approach the data from the birds eye view, feeling out dubious drifts and currents, rather then trying to see in detail. The AIs were perfect when it came to detailed analysis, but they had no intuition and thus he had to provide just that to the system. He had allways thought of this as very inspiring, but did not find it to be very helpfull advice, as he had no idea just how to achieve such birds eye view.
Trying to follow the data, Kiralex was beset by the feeling of something being wrong. He focused, dozens of different displays flashing before his eyes. There was none wich was in itself wrong, or outside of parameters, but still the young officer could not stave off that feeling. "Wake the major, something's up." he ordered, praying to the great bird he hadn't drawn a blank.
Bunda-System, 2320.11.01.03.11 RNS Lorod-Rekad VII, Bridge.
"Admiral Koralex. Section 32 just confirmed the preliminary reports. There's a spatial distortion building in segment Sigma-7345, a wormhole is expected to be opening within the next hour. Judging by the target segment it's..." the Officer fell silent, as Koralex rose from his chair. "The Spore." he completed the mans sentence, adding: "I want all personell on station within the next twenty minutes. The fleet will be leaving orbit within thirty.". The Admiral made a few steps, just to silence his bodys desire to move around and peered out of the great window into the dark.
They had made him to wait, just as he had feared, and now the Spore would fight on its terms once more. He knew the Igarians were still mustering forces for their Mithar Offensive, so there was still a chance to make the enemy bleed, but the impact of whatever the 2nd Void Skulkers could achieve would be severely diminished.
Bunda-System, 2320.11.01.13.57 RNS Lorod-Rekad VII, Section 222.
Radolex felt like he was being cooked alive. They had done several training runs with live ammunition and he knew the plasma cannons were prone to generating a lot of waste heat, but they had seldomly fired more then three or five shots in a row. Just now the ejector recoiled for the thritieth time without more the minimal pause to reenergize the capacitators and get the system down to a temperature keeping the system from melting itself with the next shot.
Of course the radiators could not be deployed in combat, thus all the waste heat generated was funneled into the heat sinks beneath the installation. Even then, the temperatures within the engineering section put even the hottest of desert planets to shame.
As he was still lamenting the unbearable heat, Radolex was blinded by bright lance of energy piercing the outer hull, slamming into the section and burning its way deeper into the ship. Moments later he crashed into the wall, as he was hit by the fist of expanding gases, just to be pulled towards the breach as the superheated air began to escape into space, ripping parts of the hull with it in one fell sweep. Radolex hit his head on the way out, cracking the helmet and as he spun out into the endless dark with broken bones, burned skin and precious air leaking from his helmet, at least his vision returned for a brief moment...
Bunda-System, 2320.11.01.16.41 RNS Lorod-Rekad VII, Bridge.
"Keep focusing the Destroyers." ordered the Admiral. The last hours of fighting had cost him many good man and ships. Any hope he might have had before was dead, replaced by stoic heroism. His heart screamed, apologizing to those who had died under his command and begging those who still lived to flee, but his lips were sealed save for directing the dance of death he had commited himself to see through.
Destroying as many of the smaller ships the spore had brought to the field was paramount, not only to reduce the number of guns and point defenses in play, but more so to deny the Spore the ability to split its forces as needed, crippling their ability to siege multiple colonies or even systems at once and allowing for easier focus fire in later battles - even though he knew fully well, there would be no later battle for his people to take advantage of this. Even if the Igarians would not capitalize on it, buying the refugees time to reach colonies outside of the spores range could at least save lives wich might allow the Rak'Thalak'Nak to rebuild and survive as a civilisation.
Rak'Thalax-System, 2320.11.02.05.29, Lorod-Kluven Station
"Minister. Its time to go." The minister, looking back at 138 years of life eyeballed his much younger assisstent. "Where to?" he asked, turning his gaze out of the window. "A ship is prepared to evacuate you to the southern colonies." the young avian replied. "I'm the minister of homeland security." The older said. "Am I not?" The assisstent seemed confused. "You are.". "What minister would I be, if there is no more homeland to secure?" The Minister asked, waving the answer away with a smile. "Admiral Koralex sacrificed the whole fleet to buy time for us to defend the home world. And had we not hold him back, instead of 70% he might have defeated their fleet whole. We still have a homeworld to defend, and time to do it. So I'm still the minister of homeland security." The older one explained. "Take the ship that is waiting to the surface, take as many civilians as you can and flee. I have a duty to fullfill, as did the Admiral." His gaze turned away from the assisstant, towards the planet below.
"Minister?" "What is it?" "May I stay? I haven't forgotten how to wield a rifle." "Then you may teach me."
Lieutenant Kiralex, one of the youngest among his fellow officers, still had some trouble to take in the multitude of displays fed by the ships extensive sensornetwork. Gravimetric scans, subspace analytics, short range ladar, long range hyperspace monitoring and many others provided full range intel on everything happening inside and outside the Lorod-Klonol-Class Battle Ship. Even after all these information had been sorted and prioritized by the ships AIs, there was so much going on at the same time, that Kiralex was sure he was missing most of it, most of the time. He had considered getting an implant to connect directly to the Network, but after witnessing what was colloquially called a "burn out", he wasn't to sure wether the risk of getting his brain fried was worth the gain.
After all most of the old birds did the same job without implants for decades now. The old Torolex always told him to approach the data from the birds eye view, feeling out dubious drifts and currents, rather then trying to see in detail. The AIs were perfect when it came to detailed analysis, but they had no intuition and thus he had to provide just that to the system. He had allways thought of this as very inspiring, but did not find it to be very helpfull advice, as he had no idea just how to achieve such birds eye view.
Trying to follow the data, Kiralex was beset by the feeling of something being wrong. He focused, dozens of different displays flashing before his eyes. There was none wich was in itself wrong, or outside of parameters, but still the young officer could not stave off that feeling. "Wake the major, something's up." he ordered, praying to the great bird he hadn't drawn a blank.

Bunda-System, 2320.11.01.03.11 RNS Lorod-Rekad VII, Bridge.
"Admiral Koralex. Section 32 just confirmed the preliminary reports. There's a spatial distortion building in segment Sigma-7345, a wormhole is expected to be opening within the next hour. Judging by the target segment it's..." the Officer fell silent, as Koralex rose from his chair. "The Spore." he completed the mans sentence, adding: "I want all personell on station within the next twenty minutes. The fleet will be leaving orbit within thirty.". The Admiral made a few steps, just to silence his bodys desire to move around and peered out of the great window into the dark.
They had made him to wait, just as he had feared, and now the Spore would fight on its terms once more. He knew the Igarians were still mustering forces for their Mithar Offensive, so there was still a chance to make the enemy bleed, but the impact of whatever the 2nd Void Skulkers could achieve would be severely diminished.
Bunda-System, 2320.11.01.13.57 RNS Lorod-Rekad VII, Section 222.
Radolex felt like he was being cooked alive. They had done several training runs with live ammunition and he knew the plasma cannons were prone to generating a lot of waste heat, but they had seldomly fired more then three or five shots in a row. Just now the ejector recoiled for the thritieth time without more the minimal pause to reenergize the capacitators and get the system down to a temperature keeping the system from melting itself with the next shot.
Of course the radiators could not be deployed in combat, thus all the waste heat generated was funneled into the heat sinks beneath the installation. Even then, the temperatures within the engineering section put even the hottest of desert planets to shame.
As he was still lamenting the unbearable heat, Radolex was blinded by bright lance of energy piercing the outer hull, slamming into the section and burning its way deeper into the ship. Moments later he crashed into the wall, as he was hit by the fist of expanding gases, just to be pulled towards the breach as the superheated air began to escape into space, ripping parts of the hull with it in one fell sweep. Radolex hit his head on the way out, cracking the helmet and as he spun out into the endless dark with broken bones, burned skin and precious air leaking from his helmet, at least his vision returned for a brief moment...

Bunda-System, 2320.11.01.16.41 RNS Lorod-Rekad VII, Bridge.
"Keep focusing the Destroyers." ordered the Admiral. The last hours of fighting had cost him many good man and ships. Any hope he might have had before was dead, replaced by stoic heroism. His heart screamed, apologizing to those who had died under his command and begging those who still lived to flee, but his lips were sealed save for directing the dance of death he had commited himself to see through.
Destroying as many of the smaller ships the spore had brought to the field was paramount, not only to reduce the number of guns and point defenses in play, but more so to deny the Spore the ability to split its forces as needed, crippling their ability to siege multiple colonies or even systems at once and allowing for easier focus fire in later battles - even though he knew fully well, there would be no later battle for his people to take advantage of this. Even if the Igarians would not capitalize on it, buying the refugees time to reach colonies outside of the spores range could at least save lives wich might allow the Rak'Thalak'Nak to rebuild and survive as a civilisation.

Rak'Thalax-System, 2320.11.02.05.29, Lorod-Kluven Station
"Minister. Its time to go." The minister, looking back at 138 years of life eyeballed his much younger assisstent. "Where to?" he asked, turning his gaze out of the window. "A ship is prepared to evacuate you to the southern colonies." the young avian replied. "I'm the minister of homeland security." The older said. "Am I not?" The assisstent seemed confused. "You are.". "What minister would I be, if there is no more homeland to secure?" The Minister asked, waving the answer away with a smile. "Admiral Koralex sacrificed the whole fleet to buy time for us to defend the home world. And had we not hold him back, instead of 70% he might have defeated their fleet whole. We still have a homeworld to defend, and time to do it. So I'm still the minister of homeland security." The older one explained. "Take the ship that is waiting to the surface, take as many civilians as you can and flee. I have a duty to fullfill, as did the Admiral." His gaze turned away from the assisstant, towards the planet below.
"Minister?" "What is it?" "May I stay? I haven't forgotten how to wield a rifle." "Then you may teach me."
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