The third battle for Balos is raging...I just like the commander of the Nemesis...
“Lexington Battlegroup this is Nemesis.” Captain Joe Tennant announced grandly. “As I recall you were meant to be escorting my party girl to the ball.”
“We got a little side tracked Joe.” Admiral Thornhill chuckled back over the channel. “What’s your status?”
“Couple of extra ventilation holes, nothing too bad Admiral.”
She checked a visual image of the Dreadnought as she came closer, the hull was shot through in several sections and the mighty ship was leaking a steady stream of white air from numerous ruptures and breaches.
“You sure you’re in a fit state for this Joe?”
“Yes Ma’am, Lady Nemesis has a score to settle. Our weapons and engines are operational, as long as we can get where we’re going and then blow up anything around us we’ll be just fine.”
“Alright Captain, form on my starboard side, we’ll cover your flanks and add some forward firepower.”
“And Nemesis will stab you a hole through there.”
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“Better check those targets ahead.” Tennant warned. “They look big.”
“Confirmed, battlecruisers, Tratharti class.”
“Copy to the Lexington and coordinate fire, They made the mistake of crossing our bow.”
The forward guns of the Dreadnought quickly aligned and engaged, joined by three of the four remaining cruisers. The Dilgar ships continued to close, losing several of their number but not giving up. The exchange of fire was devastating, and while Earth Force had brute strength on their side the Dilgar weren’t too shabby in the firepower stakes either. A large slab of the forward armour plate was shorn from the Nemesis, falling away and spinning into the distance while the guns spoke.
“Enemy ships aren’t breaking off!” Anderson shouted, the noise of the impacts echoing and making communication difficult.
“Course they aren’t, that old witch of theirs told them to attack!” Tennant called back. “They’re more scared of her than Lady Nemesis!”
“Then they must be really terrified to try and take a Dreadnought head on!”
“And not just any Dreadnought, the ruling Queen of all things that shoot, slice, dice or otherwise do violence to ugly people.”
“They really don’t know who they are dealing with do they sir?”
“Biggest mistake of their lives picking a fight with Lady Nemesis. Shame they won’t be able to tell their friends, being dead and all.”
“Well by this time all their friends are dead too.”
“Good point. In fact, we should shoot more to give them a little company. It’s the humanitarian thing to do.”
“Yes sir, killing Dilgar is actually doing them a favour.” Anderson shook his head.
“Damn straight.” Tennant nodded firmly. “Now, shank ‘em.”
“Concentrating fire, we’re… Hell, new contacts on port side, closing fast!”
“Split fire, warn the escorts.”
“I’m seeing a suicide ship!”
“Then go ahead and make it vanish!”
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