by DrStrangelove, 15:16 8-8-2346 |
| ENTER PICTURE CAPTION |
This is survey 7 to control
‘Go ahead survey 7’
‘We found some more, there appears to be the remains of several fighter class and corvette class vessels.’ ‘ We are approaching for a closer look.’
Moving forward the survey vessel designated as Survey 7, advanced into the debris field, ‘scans indicate this was a short but furious fire fight, it appears a small flotilla of vessels was ambushed by a numerically superior force and annihilated.’
‘Continue your recon Survey 7 the Fleet Commander wants some bits to look at.’
The commander of Survey 7 looked across at his exo, they both knew what this really meant: the fleet commander would be parading the remains outside the fleet head quarters touting that his vaunted fleet had again vanquished invaders from another system, where as in reality all they where doing was scavenging the wreckage of other peoples battles, and running at the first sign of trouble.
‘Sir,’ the sensor operator called out.’
‘Yes what is it,’ the ships commander replied.
‘Sir according to the readings all the ships out there came from the same place - they all have the same metallurgy content, this wasn’t a fight sir it was a live ammo exercise.’
Looking stunned the exo looked across at the commander.
‘Commander if this wasn’t a true fire fight then they could still be in the area.’
‘Helm get us out of here full thrust!’
Barely had Survey 7 started to move when the entire ship tilted, RIF generators whining trying to compensate as the howl of escaping atmosphere deafened everyone on the bridge.
The ships commander barely kept his footing as his exo flew past a gaping wound in his side where the command chair had gashed him.
Trying to make order from what he saw the Commander attempted to regain control of his crew and his ship, but to late the furious broad side struck again, atomising the entire bridge and the last chance any had of seeing home again.
Slowly the dark shape moved out from amongst the debris field, scanners and tractors sifting the wreckage, before the dark vessel moving once again into hiding to a wait it’s next unwitting victim