ALL CREWS FIRE AT WILL
Cutters shouts came unheard under the booming of the MAC cannon and the jarring blasts of plasma beating the ship's outer hull, but they were unnecessary- every crew member knew their duties. Cutter struggled to maintain balance, alarms blared loudly as the ship roared and strained from impact. The artificial gravity was destabilizing, equipment and rubble flitted and zig-zagged about the cabin. We cant keep this fight up much longer thought Cutter. The Spirit had only managed to disable one of the four CSS class cruisers, and only with a full salvo of Archer missles and a coordinated MAC blast. "MAC is ready to fire Captain" voiced Serina, "targeting nearest cruiser". "No wait" hesitated Cutter -Alarmingly yet another ship was exiting Slipspace, this one a monstrous Assault ship.
"JENKINS, GET YER BLASTED TURRET POINTED TH' OTHER WAY WE NEED TO FOCUS ON 'EM BANSHEES!"
I know it Alain, but we've got to pin these cruisers, the ship can take the banshee fire, not these acursed plas- A blinding light streaks by the missile pod, searing the deck of the Spirit of Fire. "Blast, that was close!" shouted Alain. "Seven o'clock sharp, there's a phantom!" came Jenkins -"Aha, got'ya little buggers now" Alain launches a barrage against the landing party, the Phantom explodes in brilliant light.
"Whooee!" exclaimed Alain, but he was cut off as a MAC round pierced the vacuum, disintegrating several fighters before being absorbed by a cruiser's shield. In response, the cruisers began charging for another barrage. "Ah Sh-" Jenkins was cut off by a sudden tear in the Slipspace, another ship was arriving.
BY THE RINGS, WHAT IS THIS This was not the fight the Arbiter had been expecting. No matter, his eyes shifted to a console, "Shipmaster, fire at will, but spare the demon-kind". Kafrek Vree'dam, shipmaster of the Equitable Vindication did not hesitate to relay the orders, and soon the scarred sky was afire with vengeful light. "Shipmaster,contact the demons, this is our fight, they will not strip us of our honor this time." A growl sounded his ascent, within seconds the monitor was alight; it was the demon Captain.
Cutter squinted at the panel, it was nigh impossible to see with the amount of debris strewn about and the discordant rattles and sonorous blasts that shook the Bridge, threatening to rend the entire ship asunder. The ship had hailed them as fast as it had started firing, upon it's own ships, and Serina was quick to patch them in. Cutter had trouble discerning the figure in the screen, let alone hear him, it was an Elite most likely. "Serina, improve quality, thats an order" Serina materialized "I'm a bit busy at the moment, but sure". The image became clearer, but another MAC blast resounded leaving the Captain with only three parting words "-burn with them" before the screen went blank.
"Arbiter, they heard you not" stated Kafrek. "And it matters not, our actions, not our words speak the nature of our intentions" The Arbiter hesitated, "quickly now, move us between them and oncoming fire". By your word, Arbiter thought Vree'dam.
