The Adventures Of Bloodstrype Ch1) History and a Headache
#1 of The Adventures of Bloodstrype
The Adventures Of Bloodstrype Ch1) History and a Headache
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"All hands to combat stations, I say again, all hands to combat stations."
I bolt out of bed at the GQ alarm and promptly fall flat on my muzzle as my sheets get cought arround my ankles. this had better not be a drill. staggering over to the comm. panel in my quarters I activate it on voice only. "Bloodstrype to the bridge, what's going on?"
"Captain, we have 3 Terran long range fighters bearing down on our position. We have not yet located the mother ship," the reply came instantly. I don't recognize that voice. She must be one of the recruits we picked up at the fleet base.
"Scramble Mjolnir squadron on intercept and send the Valkries out to find where they came from. I'll be on the bridge in five."
"Aye, sir, scrambling now"
I walk to my uniform station and the robotic arms begin fitting my power-armor/pressure suit onto my 6'6" wolf body. I grab my helmet off its rack and head forward to the command center. As I walk I rub my cybernetic right eye and reflect on this war and how we came to this point.
900 years ago humanity fought its last great war. Over 30 billion were killed over the 60 years of fighting and when the dust settled the planet was devastated. The orbital colonies realized that they could not survive another 2 generations without help. Thus they created my kind. The Spliced. Human intelligence and form coupled with feline strength, fox cunning and wolf survival. The digitigrade stance was chosen because it required the least modification of the animal instincts to function. All was well and as humanity recovered we discovered many things together including the FTL Hyper-Shunt. Now we had access to the resources of a thousand worlds. 400 or so years ago (no one knows the exact time) things started to go downhill again. Humans were starting to resent our "superiority" and wanted us gone. Then 300 years ago, all verry diplomatically and politely the terran confederation government "gave" us 3 planets and told all Spliced to vacate "human" space. We lived as peaceful neighbors until a few years ago diplomacy failed as both parties clamed rights to a newly discovered planet. The Royal Navy Engineering Corp. already had surveyers or the ground when the Terran Confederate Navy showed up and claimed the system. When our diplomats wouldn't back down from our claims on the planet the Terran Navy leveled the surveyers base camp with a single strike.
My entire mate-pack was in that camp. I was in orbit escorting the ambassador and there wasn't a thing I could do about it, save for revenge. I took a single Hammer class strike-fighter against orders and destroyed three of the four terran destroyers blockading the system. After I was hit, loosing my weapons system and my eye, I plotted an impact course with the last ship. The automatic eject system separated the cockpit just before impact but the blast knocked me unconscious. After I was recovered I spent a week in sick-bay where I found out that my actions bought our courier ship the time it needed to summon the 3rd fleet. For this I was given the Royal Star and the navy paid for my eye replacement (I told them to leave the scar though. It was a reminder of what I had lost.) for disobeying orders I was sentenced to 3 months confinement, sentence suspended indefinitely.
Less than a week later we had a signed declaration of war from the queens council and the Pack Alpha. Now we've always had a technological advantage over the Terran Confederacy but due to our origins we've never had the numbers to press that advantage. As part of my rehab I was given special training, a prototype powered battle armor, and a core crew of 6 individuals similer to myself. I was given command of the Kingdom's most advanced destroyer and told that I had strategic discretion to "win the war by any means necessary." that was 6 campaigns, 3 years, and 2 promotions ago.
I shake out of my reflections as I enter the bridge. Looking at the view screen I see 6 icons heading for the enemy fighters and 6 icons spread out in a standard scout pattern. Taking my place at the center chair I look to the sensors/nav. Officer to my right, "update?"
The smallish silver fox vixen, without turning, replies, "Captain we have located the enemy forces in this system. They appear to be operating from a ground base on a moon orbiting a gas giant on the far side of the star. There is also a mobile force in system which launched the fighter attack."
"Thank-you, lieutenant .......?"
"Silverstar, sir."
"Alright, warm up the KiSS, and free the safeties on the missiles. If they want this system they're going to have to go thru us first. Helm, turn to engage the mobile force. Flight, recall the valkries, deploy to screen. Ok people, lets ride."
As we close with the enemy's mobile force mjolnir squad finishes with the enemies advanced forces and I send them out as an advanced strike force. Of the 6 cruisers the enemy sent against us, two are already destroyed by the time I order the missiles launched. 3 survive the first salve and I order the KiSS (KInetic Strike System) to fire. The targeted ship is holed from bow to stern by a 10 kilo kinetic impactor traveling at .9999C. The remaining two ships break in opposite directions and I send a squad after each. The fight is short and we don't loose a single fighter. Lt. R'Tath Softpaw is bragging on all channels that he is adding 2 kills to his warpaint. Though this is against comm. protocol I let him continue as it seems to be adding to morale.
As we make our way across the system to the ground base I have a 2 fighter rotating scout out while the rest are fueled and serviced. Arriving in weapons range I open a comm. Channel to the base. "this is Captain Bloodstrype onboard the Royal Navy ship Valhalla Fallen. You have nowhere to run. Your mobile force is destroyed and we are within weapons range of your base. Surrender and you will not be harmed."
The response we recived was silence. As we are under orders to take such facilities intact I tell silverstar to take the conn and I make my way to the ready room calling for seraphim squad to meet me there. We're gonna have to take the base the old fashioned way. These guys are starting to give me a headache.
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