B-R5RB
May 28, 2021
N3 Territory
Chapter 8
First Strike
Hiccup's POV
(Cue Black Hole, by Kevin MacLeod)
Hiccup leaned back in his chair on the bridge of the USS Stoic. His flagship is one of the more massive ships in the supercluster, dwarfing all but the biggest of Titans. The Stoic (in tribute of his father) is a Recurring class supercarrier with a massive fleet of fighters and bombers, making it one of the most feared and desired ships in the galaxy. She's heavily armored and armed. The massive rotary railgun turrets sat on the bow and stern of the ship. She also carried guided missiles in the stern. Currently she was floating outside of one of the larger stations in the N3 coalition. "USS Stoic, this is the N3S Arbiter, coming up on your port side." A massive Titan came out of warp beside the equally large supercarrier. "Captain, transmission coming through." John (the ships AI) said to Hiccup. "Patch it through." He replied and stood up. A holographic figure shone right in front of him. He saluted. "Captain Lansky, I thought you were with the Oracles." Hiccup asked, and lowered his hand. "Aye, it was cut short, due to hostilities from the Ruskies." He replied. "So why are you here?" The fellow captain asked. "Sam ordered me to babysit the station for any hostilities." The viking replied with a smirk. "Basically, I've been ordered to watch over a rock." He added. "Aye," Lansky said, stroking his beard. "But let's not get ahead of ourselves. Time will tell-" He was interrupted as the radar officer, a barred owl, picked up large signatures on the scope. "Are you sure?" He asked (he still doesn't fully trust the owls on his ship, due to a treason on his ship a few years ago by a certain barn owl). The owl nodded. "Man your battlestations, this is not a drill!" Hiccup ordered, and the alarm started blaring. "Lansky, get the Arbiter behind us, and train all broadside guns starboard, we'll rip them apart." Hiccup ordered, and the large Ragnarok class Titan flew behind the supercarrier. He felt the massive turrets swivel to the starboard. Then three large battleships, all with the markings of a Russian Coalition, appeared. The railguns fired, the HE rounds slamming into their hulls as two of the three ships exploded in a spectacular fashion. The third, now on fire, tried to jump, but failed as its reactor went supernova, developing the ship in a large blast of gas. "DR!" Hiccup ordered. "None, not even a scratch." John replied. The captain sighed in relief, and patted the chair. "Good girl," He whispered, and thought that nothing else would happen soon. He couldn't be more wrong.
