In the Fight
Posted on 03 Feb 2021 @ 12:31pm by Chief Petty Officer Ozanna Isuri & Lieutenant Commander Roman Kavalar
Edited on on 03 Feb 2021 @ 2:40pm
Mission:
M1 - Emergence
Location: Space Exterior to OC
Timeline: MD07 ~0915
1015 words - 2 OF Standard Post Measure
Space combat, sudden, precise and sometimes unexpected. It was into this the two Valkyrie class fighters and the Wasp dived straight into, their pathway cleared by circumstance for the moment. A moment of relief short lived at seeing more fighters and a number of support craft leaving the starbase. An invading force with numerous boarding craft were attempting to breech their starbase and one of the Klingon Birds of Prey with them was turning towards them.
All this in a matter of seconds as Roman absorbed the tactical data he was presented with identifying the imminent threat since he was a veteran of his role. Slipping into dogfight mode he spoke to his TSO. riding with him, “Slip paint target markers on as many boarding craft as you can, broadcast it so the other fighters know what the primary is”.
Once again the fighter began to jump about randomly as it hurtled ahead, micro thruster shifting its position so as to make it more difficult for any incoming fire. The fighters biggest defense was its speed and the unpredictability of where it exactly was when fired upon, especially from larger spacecraft.
His attention switched to the Wasp, he was loathe to pull them into the same fight, he didn’t know the crews abilities under fire though their intentions might be well intended, “Wasp this is Tiger 1 we’re going for the boarding crafts, pick your targets where you think best, good luck and good hunting”. Privately he thought the Wasp’s chances were slim, on top of that why wasn’t the starbase protecting itself as it sat in silence, this was bad, real bad as he increased speed and armed weapons. Then some good news the fighters from the starbase turned towards the boarding craft, they were firing but so were the Klingon Birds of Prey.
Chief Ozzana Isuri took her seat and dug her nails in. The Fighters were doing the most necessary thing by engaging the boarding party transports— thinning the herd before the leaches could take would give the station a better chance of defending itself. "Nehrim, we're going to need your float-like-a-butterfly work. Let's weave and draw their fire, take some heat off the fighters. Mr. Stillwell—"
"Sting like a wasp." He had his targets picked out, a focus on one of the BoP's phaser arrays. "Phasers ready."
She keyed Engineering. "Mr. Boltri, we're going to give the maneuvering system a what for. Try to keep up."
"Let's Dance, Ozzie," He challenged. She grit her teeth but grinned anyway.
A lance of laser energy buzzed the shields. They were in weapons range.
Chief Isuri leaned on the comm button. "Wasp to Tiger One, we're here to support." Kavalar was the Ranking officer and she would act as such and update him. "We'll draw what fire we can from the birds." They didn't have to defeat them, just distract them and last long enough to walk away.
A flash of disrupter fire shot across the bow of Tiger 1 as it skipped away and vectored in for another transporter ship, a touch of fire from his fighter as Romans let off a 2 second burst of phaser fire as he rolled around, there was no up or down in space and his target displayed a stitch work of destruction as its hull surface opened up spewing atmosphere and silent explosions and he was away again onto the next target. This was replicated by the other fighters as they broke off into pairs, the transport ships had little in the way of defense and weaponry but there were a lot of them.
A quick count showed there were ten fighters of the Fire Tiger squadron in play, missing were Tiger 11 and 12, they were on patrol on the other side of the star system but they should have been there by now. There was no time to ponder their fate as one of the fighters ID code winked out on his tactical display. It had been that quick, one second the fighter was there, the next it was as if it had never existed. Looking round with aid of the sensor technology to see who had shot down one of the Fire Tigers would have been time consuming and was what got fighter crews dead, the sound of his TSO. gave him the information he was after, “Tiger 10 is down, no emergency beacon. Klingon Bird of Prey got them”.
“Slip give me an update on the Wasp, how are they doing?”
There were now multiple transporter ships either damaged or changing course. That didn’t mean they had stopped them all but they had definitely made a dent in the boarding plans. It didn’t make up for a loss of some of their own. No time to mourn their passing, complete the mission as he lined up his next target.
Ozzie mostly held on for dear life as the inertial dampeners tried to keep up with the sharp changes, Nehrim Dylben peeling around the BoP's while Stillwell targeted their weapons. They'd looped around this bird twice.
The BoPs were hardly capitol ships anymore and had been plastered back together in places. Ozzie leaned in as they swooped past a long scar in the neck of one of them.
"Stillwell—"
"Go for the neck." He fired rear phasers as they passed. Helm held out on over maneuvering to allow for the full effect of the phasers. There was a light show below, but they couldn't appreciate it as the Wasp was rocked with a torpedo from one of the damaged BoP's fellows.
"Port shielding is out!"
"Oz, we lost maneuvering thrusters on the port. You're gonna be doin' pirouettes."
Dyl was leaning on the controls but it wasn't doing him any good.
Ozzie suspected she had to cut out. Maybe someone with better experience would stick it out, but with their mobility limited she didn't see them doing anyone any more good here. As she watched the viewer spin, she commed Kavalar. "Isuri to Tiger One, Wasp is hobbled..."
