Star Crusades Nexus: Book 05 - Prophecy of Fire (14 page)

“Red One, we have bogies on your vector. Check your scanners.”

Captain Evans acknowledged the message and checked his sensors. Nothing had been picked up so far on the radar, and the passive thermal sensors had found nothing either. He reverted to the ancient art of using his eyes to watch space around him and was instantly rewarded by the line of fighters.

“Red Wing, Green Wing, we have incoming. Check your targets...bring them down!”

The group of almost jet-black fighters approached at surprising speed. They were half the size of the Alliance fighters and shaped like small baths with large round engines fitted to the center that made up nearly half the total mass. A pair of light guns was built into the stubby wings, giving them similar firepower to the Lightning fighters. The radio comms filled with chatter as the two groups of fighters moved ever closer. Missiles streaked away from the fighters while the guns of the approaching black fighters opened up. The almost invisible kinetic slugs ripped through the fighter formation and claimed two Lightning fighters, tearing them apart in a terrible cloud of wrecked metal.

“Lightnings clear the fighters. Everybody else follow the set coordinates. The Admiral needs those particle weapons removed. Do your jobs, people!”

The battle turned into a mess as the fighters intermingled, and as had happened for centuries, a bloody dogfight ensued. The Alliance fighters were more heavily armored, yet the Biomech fighters were agile and equipped with a battery of rapid-fire guns. The battle raged while the two Thunderbolt squadrons smashed through the battle and rushed at two of the Manta warships. Streams of slugs ripped into them, but none were damaged sufficiently to force them back from what needed to be done. All ten released their missiles and then broke away to find their next target.

“Good work, people, now onto the next two,” said Captain Evans.

Though he was busily engaged in a deadly dogfight, he was still able to maintain control of the space battle. Dozens of warships filled the view from his cockpit as the Manta ships and Alliance heavy cruisers closed to a distance of less than a hundred kilometers. Back on Earth this would have been long range for warships, but in space it was point blank range. Explosions and flashes occurred everywhere now as the ships pounded each other with every weapon they had available.

“Watch your flank, Red One,” said his wingman before his fighter vanished in a fireball.

Captain Evans checked his visor overlay that showed targets in almost every direction. What concerned him most was that his wingman had been vaporized, and there were now two Biomech fighters on his tail.

“Time to spin the bottle,” he laughed nervously.

With a deft tap, he activated one of his preset maneuvers. It was nothing particularly fancy and just a one hundred and eighty degree spin while maintaining acceleration, but using his forward facing braking thrusters as temporary primary engines. Now facing backward, he tagged the two fighters and then pulled the trigger. The nose-mounted cannon blasted the two enemy craft in seconds. Then a quick tap, and he continued on the same path but facing the forward direction.

Okay, how about the rest of them?

A quick check showed two more casualties, and from what he could see, the Biomech fleet had now slowed or changed course. The missiles from the first wave were rushing in to the selected target, but he didn’t have time to watch them. Instead, he sent the waypoints to the rest of his fighters. He needed them to continue to the next pair of ships so they could finish their attack run. That was when he spotted the Marine Mauler in trouble.

“MM3, what’s your status?” he asked.

The fighters had reformed; the surviving Lightnings taking up formation around the eight remaining Thunderbolts. The nearest craft showed black scorch marks where they had come dangerously close to weapons fire. The Mauler had moved on ahead and was halfway between them and the next two ships.

“Lost one engine, three dead, and we have wounded.”

Captain Evans swallowed, his throat dry with the tension. The Mauler wasn’t supposed to be used in this way. It was heavily armored and hard to destroy, but it was a lander, not a fighter. Even so, it was his job to attack the enemy ships. He could dwell on this in his own time.

“What about your weapons?”

There was a short pause before the Mauler’s pilot replied. His voice was strained, and Captain Evans wondered if he’d also been wounded in the attack.

“One turret out of commission. Torpedoes intact, we’re not out of the fight yet, Captain.”

He allowed himself a short smile.

“Good work, Lieutenant. We’ll watch you in from here.”

The fighters moved in around the Mauler, the heavy Thunderbolt fighter-bombers behind, and the escort Lightning fighters in a loose cloud about it. As they moved in closer, he could see dozens of bullet holes on the thick armor plating of the craft. All four of the engines were intact, and the multiple gun turrets fired almost continually as a flight of Biomech fighters moved to intercept.

“All fighters, the release window is twenty seconds away. Hold your course.”

“What about those fighters?” asked the leader of the Thunderbolts.

“Maintain course, slide but do not veer from this course.”

The formation hurtled onwards while Biomech fighters attacked from all directions. They couldn’t change direction during their attack run, but they could alter their heading for brief moments before returning on their course and firing their engines once more. Gunfire rippled about the formation, and the Mauler provided continuous gunfire from its multiple turrets. A dozen enemy fighters were downed for the loss of just one more Lightning, and then they were close enough.

“All wings, launch now!”

Each of the Thunderbolts launched their remaining missiles while the Mauler launched six heavy torpedoes, each the size of a fighter’s engine unit. The weapons took only a few seconds to reach their targets, yet the Alliance fighters had already broken from their attack run. More Biomech fighters pursued them and even managed to bring down some of the missiles. It wasn’t enough, and the volley of weapons struck two of the Manta warships, followed by a blinding light.

* * *

Lieutenant Vitelli watched the dotted lines as weapon trails from the fighter wings moved to the Biomech ships. Several of them flickered, vanishing as defensive weapons destroyed them. Each missed attack sent a shiver through his body. Finally, the surviving missiles and torpedoes struck their target, and he smiled with satisfaction as the data came in.

“Yes!” he stated, a little too excitedly. He looked over his shoulder to see Admiral Lewis looking back at him.

“We have good impacts, Admiral,” said Lieutenant Vitelli.

Admiral Lewis watched with a brief glimmer of happiness on his face. The missiles and torpedoes from the fighter wings had removed the weapon emitters from five of the enemy capital ships, and two had been completely destroyed by the powerful blasts from torpedoes. The ships were now intermingled, and red indicators flashed across the tactical display showing where his ships were taking fire. He tried to avoid spending too long looking at them. He had a battle to fight and worrying about individual details would help nobody. What concerned him most was that the smaller Biomech ships were amongst his own vessels and showed no signs of stopping.

“What is our status?” he asked quickly.

“Four of our escorts are lost or out of the fight. One Crusader is abandoning ship, and two more will be joining her soon.”

Seven ships from twenty-one. We can’t keep going like this.

“And the enemy?”

Lieutenant Vitelli pointed to the shapes on the tactical display.

“Nine of the Biomantas have been destroyed, and half as many have lost their primary weapons. Seventeen remain, but they are bypassing us and continuing on to Eos with the remaining landers. There’s another ship behind them as well. Our database says it’s a Ravager class, some kind of heavy carrier. That must be where their fighters are launching from.”

Damn it!

He had only two choices, and he liked neither of them.

“How many of the landers have they lost?”

“A quarter, Admiral.”

The ship shuddered, and the schematic showing the complete ship on the right of the CIC showed multiple sections in red.

“What the hell is happening?” he growled.

Lieutenant Vitelli changed the mainscreen to the rear of the enemy fleet as it moved through the Alliance line and on to the moon. A large group of ships had stopped and were waiting like a line of sentries.

“The Biomantas, Admiral. All seventeen are standing their ground, and the Ravager has moved into the center of their formation.”

The bastards, they are trying to stop me interfering with their attack.

“Crusader is taking fire. They are spreading their attacks against the entire fleet. Casualties reported on Serenity, Victory, Valor, and Sentry.”

I have fourteen ships, all damaged, and they outnumber me. Do I stay, or do I signal the retreat?

* * *

“Jack!” he roared with a bellow.

“You know each other?” asked Lieutenant Elvidge.

When they had finished their rough embrace, Gun looked to the officer. He stared at his face and then gave the man a cursory glance from top to bottom.

“You could say that.”

Gun took a few steps back and waited next to his tactical map of Eos.

“Jack and I, along with his family, have spilled more blood than I can imagine. How is Teresa?”

Jack let out a slow sigh, but he was clearly starting to relax.

“My mother is recovering well. She should be back with the 17
^th
shortly.”

“Good…How is the unit doing? You know you should be in my battalion.”

Jack laughed at the suggestion.

“And be under the command of my own mother? Hell, no!”

An orderly brought them water, and all four snapped it up eagerly. Gun looked back at the tactical map for a moment. He was clearly happy talking with his old friends, yet there was something about him that surprised Jack. He couldn’t put his finger on it.

What’s wrong? Wait, is he excited about something?

“Gun?”

The towering warrior looked to him and raised the corner of his mouth slightly. He moved a little closer to the tactical table and tapped a button. It showed the entirety of the base, as well as all the land around it for five hundred kilometers.

“As you know, we’re the main military base on this rock, but we have four smaller forward bases further south, with one quite close to your patrol earlier today. Do you know how many marines and soldiers that is?”

Jack had no idea, but Lieutenant Elvidge seemed to.

“Uh, about five thousand marines and at least five times that number of NHA.”

Gun looked at the officer with an expressionless face.

“Not bad. Most of our marines are running patrols and training alongside their new recruits. They haven’t been at this long though, and less than half have spent more than a year in the old Narau Army. I’m curious about them, are they as you expected?”

Jack placed the water down, and the orderly removed the canteens to refill them.

“No, they are not. About half are Animosh. You can tell from their skin tattoos and the gear they use. The others are a weird mix of refugees, outcasts or idealists from the other factions on Helios.”

“It’s true. Many of those in the minority groups on Helios are now losing money, favor, and influence since the Zathee were granted equal rights.”

Gun shrugged at this.

“Tough luck, I say.”

Lieutenant Elvidge stepped closer to him.

“Perhaps, but we end up having to clean up the mess. They need to be involved in the political system back on Helios, or we’ll end up with the reverse situation, a place where the minority is well financed and assisted to turn against their own people and government. This could go on for many years.”

The airlock hissed open, and in walked four marines from the second Hammerhead, along with a prisoner, the Helion Jack had fought with so hard back in their small battle.