Re: Chapter 02: Vantage Points [ Day 05 | 2330 hrs. ]
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[ Lt. JG Alessia "Angel" Garcia | Valravn-Class Intercetor "Chimaera" | Engaging Enemy over I.K.S. Rotarran-U.S.S. Theurgy Vector 2 Contested Space | Heart of the Azure Nebula ]Attn: @Auctor Lucan, @Nolan, @Havenborn, @Triage @Blue Zephyr & @Multificionado
The Rotarran seemed to shrug off the airstrike that Angel's squadron carried out. Throwing in a full barrage might be a complete impact, even against such a large ship, but the decisive hit would come from Salvo. Alessia wished as ever that the Squad Leader's high-yield missiles would stagger the ship even further. It really was only in the heat of the moment for Alessia to express her wingmate back to Reality, lest she be caught in the blast radius. Fortunately, she came out of it. She internally cursed herself, at the lapse but knew it saved her life. and it foreshadowed the next few moments over the wing's channel that things were spiraling out of control.
While her damage output may have disabled one quadrant of the Rotarran's shields and local weapons batteries, the other side of the ship, including its bow and main batteries were working just fine. The wolves were filling a dragon and its wing with a dreadful resolve. The heat was turning Angel's way. She needed Fury.
[ ENS Vinnie "Fury" Ferris | In the Tunnel to the Afterlife | Valravn-Class Intercetor "Chimaera" | Status: Wounded (Electric Shock) | Engaging Enemy over I.K.S. Rotarran-U.S.S. Theurgy Vector 2 Contested Space | Heart of the Azure Nebula ]
Ferris. Vinnie took some considerable flak for that last name as a child growing up in Atlantic City, New Jersey on Earth; 'Jersey' as it was called. Despite his nickname, though, Vinnie Ferris ‘wheel’ had grown fond of roller coasters and complex machines… it all helped him develop the fondness he had for the thrill of serving in Starfleet Tactical-Conn. In the haze of near-death. Survivors tended to recount their most basic fight-or-flight flashbulb memories to trigger a reaction. In the literal sense of the term, an improvised equivalent to a proverbial slap brought the RIO to his senses. First memories of his parents, his siblings, the rides at amusement centers and beaches they enjoyed. Suddenly, lightning struck the pier of their roller coaster, and Vinnie lost his grip on his safety harness and saw everything around him spin until its lights became a tunnel of brightness. In Vinnie’s imagination, the ferris wheel was about to break, crash and end the ride. Not on his watch. Fury snapped out of it. The last thing he remembered was the EMP launch against the… The Rotarran . Disabling the weapons and sensors through the shield breach he helped accomplish
The neurochemical reaction was abruptly halted by a familiar litany of angry spanish akin to a mother hen's incessant nagging, but when the face of his mother helping the shell-shocked RIO became a HUD-spanning apparition in the form of Angel Garcia's visibly distraught and visibly angry face yelling Fury's name and callsign. He groggily muttered something when he felt his own fingertips.
Alessia nearly uttered some even more obscene profanity as she realized her hull wasn't exactly spotless in her seemingly-vain attempts to revive Vinny. She' had pulled out of the engagement for the larger part of 20 seconds as she seemingly succeeded. One of the Klingon raiders had left a donut-sized dent, just a few precious inches away from shattering their canopy. It must've been only the maneuvers she was pulling that kept the blast from being a direct hit. [ANGEL TO FURY: PRIORITY CHANNEL TO H.U.D.!!!] Alessia half-hollered into her comms, At her command, her entire visage took a TVD-display spanning projection on her face at several times the recommended volume a Private inter-fighter comms channel could. "WAKE UP, IDIOTA <An un-flattering term for 'Hey, You.' pronounced ee'dhee-yoah-Tahh>!!!" Alessia's features grimaced as she yelled, accelerating and turning at random and to get clear of the bandits she'd acquired. One allied fighter had just buzzed onto the KIA status on the squadron status indicator, but couldn't see who, yet. She still had a hostile trio on her tail.
Evidently, killing four of their fighters caught someone's attention. She had a response to that. But first, Fury needed to release control of his weapons systems so that Angel could fire back her response. A distinct but internal sounding thump became a rhythmic one. Morse. Alessia strained to listen amidst the weapons exchange, but heard the thumps and spaces needed for 'hurt'. Soon after, her screen lit up with the weapons systems that had been previously grayed out. Alessia thus had more photon torpedoes in both micro and conventional photon form once Fury restored access. Then She didn't hear from him. Systems read a blown console had sent a stunning amount of voltage into the RIO's hardsuit. But Fury saved this fighter by piloting it before. By the grace of God.
[ Lt. JG Alessia "Angel" Garcia | Valravn-Class Intercetor "Chimaera" | Engaging Enemy over I.K.S. Rotarran-U.S.S. Theurgy Vector 2 Contested Space | Heart of the Azure Nebula ]
Dauntlessly, Alessia rediverted power from her phasers to her engines, starting a familiar maneuver Vinnie himself had helped design. Something based off an old carnival ride. Angel’s Comms buzzed with intensifying chatter as her pursuers chose to fight other more vulnerable fighters. More kill for their counts, but it was essential to shake her pursuers. The statistics red-lit as the Engines dashed in a circular vector to get a bird’s eye view of the fight down below before letting them cool and return to the fray with auxiliary power to the shields.
Angel was especially trying to avoid those sirilium gas pockets, even as a bait for her pursuers. Angel noticed something was wrong when the Klingon Carrier’s weapons had charged…. On the opposite side of the ship. It made her feel all the better because her EMP warheads and Havenborn's vengeful torpedo hit its mark and restricted the Klingon's weapons systems…
Not enough. Not enough to save three of her wingmates and some of her own crew. Orcus Crew. Friends she’d known on a first-name basis, studied with, traded sparring blows and insults with. Only mere months ago, on Luna, she was going to take them all on a tour of Earth’s best places to wingsuit. Tali… she’d almost seen as a blue sister-with-antennae. Gone in an instant. Alessia’s eyes couldn’t get wide enough, nor have a higher heart pulse. Lt. JG T'Zantha. Sniper. Alessia had a very special place in her heart for the albino Vulcan. When the Rotarran’s guns fired and the weapons arced, Alessia knew. It was as if she felt the Vulcan’s katra burn out with that volley. Alessia turned up the volume on the squad channels and expressed no emotion over the comm. Still no word yet from Razor’s group or Havenborn’s ever since she engaged in shaking maneuvers to escape, find a vantage point to avenge her pack. Her Family.
The screen's piercing rapid-buzzing sound of an allied fighter craft’s destruction. Husker. Oh no. … Alessia’s pain didn’t turn into sorrow, but rather, rage. It was love for him that brought her now-dead and as-yet unavenged sisters to the Theurgy, away from the curse of the alien parasites. It was star-crossed as she heard Ensign Slayton—brother to her own former Captain Slayton—just gave up. “Damn you.” Was all she could whisper as her mind returned to the mission as she now venomously looked for the head of this Klingon snake. If Marcus Alexander Slayton, her own former CO (as early as a week before) lost his brother because of her involvement, it would be the last straw. Slayton the elder would avenge his blood, just as Martok intended to.
But so would she.
Earlier, she’d passed over the Rotarran’s bridge as she was avoiding the pursuer who incapacitated Vinnie and would have fired a full photon torpedo barrage against orders to knock those nacelles right off the Rotarran's ugly-ass ship, but it would have been a likewise foolhardy decision that would have wiped out the legacy of the Orcus and the trial-by-fire of the Valravn. Instead about 40 seconds after the Hellbores hit their marks, Alessia's exit vector took a charge at the bridge, turned upside down and uttered ‘An Eye for an eye blinds you from the truth.’ <Ojo por ojo te deja ciego.> in her native tongue, wearing an expression that could have blasted through the toughest armor. Now she wished she had fired during her escape to this location some kilometers above the battlespace. Angel purged those wicked thoughts when an opening presented itself. The Negh’var carrier was preparing for another punishing volley; Alessia had her chance now that she wasn’t being pursued, until she aligned for a run aft of the Rotarran’s engines. Attacking from a strafing run relative to the location of hers, Salvo’s and Meony’s handiwork, Alessia armed her photon torpedoes and manually locked again from her position over Vector-2.
"Copy Angel, continue with covering operations for now." Salvo replied.
Rapid Disruptor fire warnings chirped on her port and starboard indicators, and Angel reverted to her kickboxer’s sense of balance and attunement—an experience shared with the late T’zantha. If anything she felt more attuned to her fighter probably than ever before. Which was why she found an opening while putting all power to shields as she cut her engines and braked abruptly through a relatively 'cloudier' patch of Nebulaic gas. Once near this patch, she began firing her ECMs aft to cover the angle of a right-to-upper left diagonal flatspin to present her microtorpedo thrusters, just outside of the gas pocket's blast radius. If anything, her idea called to tumble the Klingons into the cloud and dare them to leave it.
With her pursuers moving in for a better position to hit Angel’s fighter, Alessia had noticed same trio of raiders who It was a hasty plan and relied on preset commands that she was barking at into her HUD, working up a good sweat, amidst a hoarse throat and fighting to keep dry eyes, but Angel was channeling her rage, aggression and disbelief into a willingness to make these savages pay with an on-the-fly. Fortunately, the move was a preset on Alessia’s and Fury’s datapad and only took its mention to conduct in just 3.8 seconds. The Cannons’ independence from the Valravn’s phaser weapons, while minimal against the shielded craft or their mothership, however, littered the area with impending debris if and when it bounced off the raiders' shields and deflectors.
Saving power on her phaser power, she vengefully unloaded with her kinetic cannons even further, as if feigning desperation once she'd led them around the nebula she designated. Angel grit her teeth and continued to fire, and could almost hear the laugher in the Klingons’ until she manually aimed her microtorpedoes in a full spread to proximity detonate in a left-to-right semi-circle at varying altitudes; essentially forming a demolition wall rather than a direct lock on in the wake of her own ECMs; she was firing a 'shotgun blast'. Seemingly cornered but still in the shadow of the weakened shields, Alessia fully activated her ECM at the same time as her afterburner, pushing her getaway as the Valravn flat-spun on its horizontal axis and sped away from the direction of the debris field of littered and spent casings as the octet of microtorpedoes she detonated. She she growled in nearly Klingon rage, “Hasta Sto’vo’kor.”<A variant of ‘Hasta la Vista’>.
implying "I'm blasting you," 'out of the horizon's sight.'
On queue the micro-torpedoes set off the improvised ‘nail bomb’ that went off spectacularly, like a string of lit firecrackers. Alessia wordlessly growled at her success, but could still see the fighters’ still intact, but in all likelihood, the crews aboard were wounded from the blast’s overload of their shields, permitting the randomly-scattered kinetic turret projectiles riddling anyone inside with shrapnel or exposure to vacuum. If Klingons didn’t wear comparable Tac-Conn Exo suits.
The hail of disruptor fire reduced itself to just two incoming cannons from Alessia’s aft. She circled down to Vector-2, approaching the after her brush with death, and as she passed the suspected debris from the Orcus And TheurgyWolves. She heard a faint Groan during one of her evasive maneuvers putting the bogey in relative range of her wingmates.
It was still no time to take a breather. She could now respond to Havenborn-- to Salvo.
"Angel to Bridge & Razor. I can ETS him to sickbay, but he's not responding. Console must've burst, smells like ozone back here."
Upon hearing confirmation, Alessia authorized the Emergency Transport System to beam her RIO to sickbay, and when it was safe, the fire suppression system kicked in and deactivated the compromised console. The electric hum of a Transporter was heard when Alessia veered into the arc of Theurgy's exposed shield quadrant, wishing she could join him against the Klingons. She desired payback, and it was getting less and less favorable out here. Martok was enjoying this war. He was winning.
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