Star Trek: Theurgy

Re: CH2: S [Day 2 | 2315 hrs] For all the blood-tainted stars...

Reply #25 – December 08, 2025, 12:03:45 PM

[ Dominic Winters | Wolf 10 | Local Space | U.S.S Theurgy ATTN: @Dumedion @rae @Pierce @Stegro88 @P.C. Haring - All Wolves.

Atlas was glad that Shadow had come to his wing. Sure, she was a little nuts, but in that moment, nuts was what you needed. Archon formed on his opposite and the diamond hurtled towards the massive warship. That was until the trio got ambushed in a pincer. Two from one side, one from another. Atlas' shields lit up as his ship registered multiple impacts, which forced Atlas off his attack run along with the others.

Atlas had a bogey on his six who was relentless in her pursuit. Disruptor cannons landing hits on the rear shields, and Atlas, despite his best efforts, had trouble shaking the fighter through maneuverability alone. It simply outclassed his valkyrie. Rear shields began to fail and a target lock was registered. The Stalker launched several of its limited micro torpedoes and Atlas in return, deployed his ECM and pulled some hard turns through a debris field. "Fuck fuck fuck.. get off my ass..." The stalker had to peel off enough as its torpedoes struck the countermeasures and detonated, giving him enough of a chance to start firing his wing-mounted phaser arrays.

One blast, two blasts, and the Stalker had to peel off. Atlas whirled his fighter around and pushed into his own pursuit. The arrays firing in response, followed by a quad launch of Atlas' stingily preserved micro torpedoes to finish off the Stalker. Two made impact and crippled the craft while the others missed.

Forming up with Shadow and Archon again Atlas commed in. "That was hair raising. I hate stalkers." He commed to the other two. Now came the fun, going for gold. "Rerouting power from Aux systems to Shields.. rebalance.." Down to thirty percent across the board. Atlas pushed the craft to full impulse towards their target. His vision focused sharply on the target ahead of them, the sinister, green-glowing Thalaron emitter.

This surfaced memories of a similar attack run on a Dominion power core that provided energy for a defense grid. Atlas' teeth grit together as his heart rate began to spike. "Wolf-04. Fire." As soon as she lit it up with the cannon and the target was locked on. "Weapons live and gone!" He called out as the double impact was launched. The hellbore punched through the hull and detonated, while the Hellhound deployed it's nightmare payload across the surface. Atlas pulled up hard as the fireball chased his wake. Interial dampeners were damaged and he could feel the G forces at work on his body.

It was that funny feeling of an approaching blackout that forced his hands to release the near-death grip on the stick and level the fighter out. His attention was rapidly brought back into the world when Archon's gurgling erupted into his helmet. His sensors registered the ETS from Wolf-09 engage, sending Archon back to Theurgy for desperate medical treatment. He pulled away from the Doom-Plume as Atlas did not want to be caught in that and suffer a similar fate.

"Ten to Four, Bandit on your Eight. Coming in to assist. Archon's ETS engaged. Clear." He banked to assist Shadow with her new 'friends'.

Re: CH2: S [Day 2 | 2315 hrs] For all the blood-tainted stars...

Reply #26 – January 20, 2026, 05:43:15 AM

[ Lt Cmdr. Jaru “Janus” Rel | Wolf-01 | Valkyrie | The Triangle ] Attn: Wolves @Hans Applegate @Dumedion @Krajin @P.C. Haring @ob2lander961 @Pierce @Stegro88
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He missed the big moment. Not missed it by not being there – because Prophets curse him, he’d been far closer to it than he would have preferred – but totally, completely ‘if the shockwave from the Valdore’s thalaron emitter exploding hadn’t hit him, he wouldn’t have even realized it had happened’ missed it.

Janus had let Shadow off guard duty, tasking her, Atlas, Archon, and Salvo to disable the ship while he remained on Knox’s defense patrol. The Romulans had figured out Knox wasn’t on their side, and the remaining stalkers had concentrated on the fighter that could see through their cloaks. Janus gave them a run for their money, helped somewhat sporadically by Knox, who either had another plan or simply didn’t know enough about the fighter he’d stolen to put up a better fight.

Eventually, his luck ran out, as was always bound to happen. His Valkyrie registered the torpedo’s target lock, a bright red line arcing starboard across his display while the HUD flashed warnings. Janus jerked the throttle hard to avoid a direct hit, but his weakened shields still took a glancing blow, a bright flash of light that ended in complete darkness as his ship died completely.

The next moment was frantic. A curse – in Cardassian no less, shit was that low – and a quick punch at the controls in the hopes that secondary and tertiary systems would boot before someone decided to blow him up.

Ironically, the shockwave probably saved his life. Knox’s flight had taken them very close to the Valdore, leaving them right in the debris field as the other Wolves disabled the Romulan flagship. Physics was friend to neither Starfleet, Klingon, nor Romulan. So when Janus took the gut punch of force throwing his ship spinning in the void, so did the second torpedo, what would have been a kill shot soaring over his canopy.

That was when the Valkyrie decided to reboot. Janus flipped along the torpedo’s trajectory before the green lights of the thrusters even fully illuminated. He recovered faster than the Stalker, two well placed phaser shots doing the job. It had lost its shields in the shockwave. Luck was fickle that way.

“Ok, now where did you—” Janus swore again when his sensors caught sight of Knox entering the Valdore’s shuttle bay. “Knox, Janus. Do not land on the Valdore. We want that fighter. I repeat, do not…” Too late. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. You’d better bring that back!”

At least that meant he was off guard duty.

He found Shadow and Atlas fairly quickly, angling down and coming up from below with a quick strafing run to pull some of the fire off them. Salvo and Archon weren’t there. He didn’t see them on his HUD right away, quick glances back and forth all he could manage between the shooting, flying, and rerouting power to his once again lagging shields. There they were, finally, shown only in the dim light of emergency beacons. Damn.

Archon and Salvo. Razor. And that was today. Hopefully they’d be recovered alive, unlike the other four in the last thirty-six hours. Damn. He needed more pilots. He needed more fighters. Damn.

But that was a problem for the morning. Now they had to finish up here.

“Janus, Wolves. Theurgy is putting a team on the Valdore, so disengage. Can’t blow any more of her until our people are off. Stick together and start mopping up. We’re almost done here.”

It would be over as soon as the assault team had Donatra. As long as they were quick about it.

“Should have let us blow it up.”

Fin.