Friday, March 4, 2011

The Ambush



            The Scythe-class cruiser sailed silently against the backdrop of stars, only the yellowish glow of its engines marking its presence.  It seemed to glide between two asteroids as it was recognized by a targetting system 75 kilometers away.  Ensign Ryven Krennel smiled. "It's almost too easy."
             Ryven's merlin-class frigate sat motionless, concealed by it's cloaking device, as the prey, a fugitive from Piak, slowly traversed his field of view.  He eyed the Scythe, and then eyed the storage can that had been dropped not three hours ago as a place marker.  Ryven judged that the Scythe was close enough and keyed his comms channel.
             "Dragon, this is Eagle: target in position." Ryven paused to laugh. "Bring the rain."
             Two AUs away, Titus heard the message and directed his fleet to warp."Eagle, this is Dragon: We're inbound.  Decloak when he's in range and lock him down."
             Ryven checked the range, and nodded to himself as he allowed his ship to decloak.  His ship slowly faded into existence before the eyes of the Scythes's Captain.  Ryven ordered the frigate's small crew to fire up the warp disruptor.  The Scythe was caught in a snare, and began to fight back.  Ryven was quick, though, and managed to create just enough orbital speed that the cruiser had trouble hitting him.  Still, alarms would occasionally sound when a lucky hit got through.  The Scythe had issues of its own, though.  Ryven's frigate was pelting it with hybrid ammo, which hit for a sizeable amount of damage.  So far, the cruiser's sheilds were holding up, but, a few more volleys may very well change that.  The cruiser's captain was about to order the crew to overheat his guns, when he noticed Titus's fleet drop out of warp turn toward him, and begin targetting his now battered and outnumbered cruiser.
            The combined damage of Ryven's 2 blasters, and the missiles of a Raven battleship, and 2 Ferox class battlecruisers was too much for the Scythe, which quickly succumbed and exploded in a bright flash of bluish white.  All that remain was a small ring of debris where there once was a crew of 200-300 men.
           "Eagle, this is Dragon: Good job." Titus radioed Ryven. "They never had a chance."

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