Hey guys, Lu Bane Na here with the first half of the huge battle between the Tsvìets and the Orcs. I will try to do the Orcs justice but no matter what I try, I could not avoid curb stomping their space navy. It simply isn't feasible. The Tsvìets have A.I.s, technology, weaponry, tactics, and millions of years of cunning. The Orcs...just have that gestalt psychic field that can only do so much and numbers. Their bread and butter isn't space warfare but ground warfare. It will show in this battle.
Besides, I got kinda sidetracked by a new anime called Overlord and I have been fangasming over it constantly and been reading the Light Novels. So far, the anime seems to be sticking to the novels well but since the episodes have a certain air time, they can't possibly fit all the details of the novels into the show without drawing out the first season. I kinda pity Ainz though. Albedo and Shalltear want to jump his bones. While that seems amazing if you've seen these yanderes, he's an overpowered skeleton. He has over 200 bones but is missing the one bone they both want to bone. -.-' That's irony for ya.
Also, I think I've come into contact with some new presences within me. Some might recognize this situation from the Bible. Matthew 12:45 " Then goeth he, and taketh with himself seven other spirits more wicked than himself, and they enter in and dwell there: and the last state of that man is worse than the first. Even so shall it be also unto this wicked generation."
Yeah, that whole casting a spirit out of your body by repenting and not filling up the void with the Holy Spirit is said for that cast spirit to return with his/her rave buddies. Well, I thought what the heck? I know I basically qualify for this happening so why not ask about them? I ask for their names (in my head, of course) and what I get back is not what you would expect. It's not some straight up reply you can hear in your head. I got dozens of instant images of random things that I encounter throughout my day and the first name that popped up was..it was more like a long forgotten memory reappearing instead of something like a new word. Anyway, Garxsass was the first name. It felt like lust since I kept getting images of sexy anime characters I just happen to see in several anime I watch and read. :/ I asked about the others and only got three more responses: Milhthrow (I feel that's how it's closest spelled using the English alphabet cuz it took me like five tries to pronounce it.) I feel like it's a she and revolves around sloth since I love to sleep whenever I get off work. Cardlerow (like Car-dul-row) is a complete enigma. The last that has responded is Carlthas and I don't really remember anything about it. So yeah, I may just be making this stuff up from my imagination, but if there are fallen angels/demons living within a person then would it not make sense for them to communicate using his own mind, thus making the distinction b/w legit and false hard to tell?
While I haven't been freaking out, I have been taking an unusual amount of interest in this whole situation. I wouldn't have mentioned this if my writing schedule hadn't been affected by this.
Anyway, let's return to the reason of this update...it's my next update (not on my sanity), so enjoy.
Suddenly, Sing spoke.
"Tell me something...do you feel fear?"
Her physic voice flew across space and into the minds of all the Orcs in the system. A brief pause after her question sent a very unfamiliar primal chill down their spines.
"...You will."
The Orcs of the Imperium Galaxy have never known an enemy like they will the Tsvìets. Which will prove stronger? The Orcs' legendary WAAAGH! or the Tsvìets' Immortal Queen's rage.
"You're God is right here...and she is all out of mercy."
(Now)
(Play battle music: Youtube- Naruto Shippuden OST - Kouen (Crimson Flames) extended)
Those words were like a prophet's warning as all of the main weapons of the 7,130 ships that made up the majority of the 'Invincible Tsvìet Royal Fleet' powered up within seconds. A bright glow from the entirety of Outer Heaven followed afterwards and suddenly 7,180 wormholes appeared a few miles in front of each and every ship. The Kreons, Cruisers, Battle Carriers, Scopes, and Dreadnought Leviathans let loose a rainbow of colored energy beams and projectiles that speed an average of 5% the speed of light into the wormholes. Seconds later, just as many wormholes appeared in the Orc armada facing all directions. What happened next could only be called a turkey shoot, a massacre, an assault so unfair even Space Marines would have pitied the green giants.
From the wormholes, the shells and beams of energy fired from the Tsvìet fleet poured like and the sight was like a disco ball except the lights were personifications of death as the attacks blew through whole scores of Orc ships. Many of the shields held against one or two of the smaller blasts but the sheer number of them, accompanied with the much larger and deadlier blasts either overwhelmed or completely ripped through the shields and ships of thousands of ships who had no idea how to defend against such a first strike.
Beams of coalesced energy ripped holes through ships if not outright vivisecting them. Ships depressurized as openings to the vacuum of space sucked out all that was bolted down. Debris filled the space as well as hundreds of thousands of Orcs getting sucked out. Their oxygen was quickly depleted and stolen from them, some even having organs pulled out from their throats due to the suction. Being this far out in space and no protective suits on, the -200+ degrees fahrenheit temperature of deep space flash froze the shadowed portions of the creatures while the portions facing the distant sun were exposed to temperatures in excess of 200 degrees fahrenheit and boiled from both heat and radiation.
Bulwarks and hulls exploded or were vaporized by the attacks, either destroying the ships or utterly crippling them.
In just a minute, a third of the Orc armada was annihilated or crippled in such a fashion that would make any of their enemies jealous. The portals in front of the Tsvìet fleet remained open and the ships wasted no time in sailing through them to appear in the middle of the confused fleet. The first to arrive were the Battle Carriers with their drills rotating at full speed, shields online and weapon systems targeting the largest ships. The A.I. shipmasters were able to flawlessly coordinate with each other in picking or assigning targets to each other as well as to the rest of the fleet inbound. The Battle Carriers' drills and drill beams were able to punch clear holes through the forests of ship debris as they headed for their targets.
Following their arrival were the Cruisers who swam through space like a school of hungry fish, their open maws glowing red and yellow from the ultra-heated furnaces contained within. The gravity wells did their job in pulling in debris and smaller ships to later use as ammo material and to clear the space of any ships or fighters that may have been missed by the carriers. Their formations of forty stayed behind each of their assigned carriers to provide back-up as necessary.
Following them were the Kreons which quickly broke off into battle groups of 100 and followed after each cruiser group with five Kreons per cruiser to provide the numbers needed to maintain a constant rate of fire for the cruisers to get in close. They surrounded their cruisers on all sides except the front to avoid the gravity well and giving the cruisers the line of sight needed to use their main guns. These Kreons created a solid fighter screen as they began disgorging their own compliments of Buzzard drones.
Each Kreon launched ten Buzzards from internal catapult systems. The Buzzards were large automated fighters designed to best operate in swarms to overwhelm enemy ships, shields, and fortifications. Besides their flight mode, they were capable of transforming into a four-legged walker when the need would arise. At thirty meters in length, they were large enough to be built with thicker armor than the Type-22s while having a large assortment of weapons, the latter forcing the issue of thicker armor as there was not enough room in the design to house an EMF emitter. The large saucer-shaped head had a retractable laser cannon while a pair of dual anti-matter vulcan cannons were mounted on the top and bottom of the saucer to give a greater range of fire. Attached to the head by a thin neck was a blocky body with four limbs spread eagle-style that contained anti-gravity propulsions aided by thrusters on the rear of the body. The body itself housed hundreds of miniature missiles that would detonate on impact to create localized singularities.
10,000 Buzzard drones flew from the Kreons to provide extra cover for the cruisers and battle carriers. They were soon joined by 30,000 more Buzzards from the thirty Buzzard Transport Carriers that were following them through the portals. These drones were also joined by the 5,000 serpentine Type-22s.
(Flight Primal Black Chaotic Angel, Flight MDEA-1 (Lancer), Type-22)
Black Chaotic Angel was similar to any other Tsvìet-Minor who were within the Tsvìet space navy. She lived her life, upheld her responsibility to her people and the queen, and served both with all the zeal of a died hard suicidal terrorist and more. She showed no mercy to those who would show none to her and she would rather vaporize someone who showed intentions of being an enemy before they actually became an enemy. She was not afraid of death in battle, only the shame she would feel if she were to die without completing her mission. In a way, people like her were the ideal perfect soldier someone like Danzo would give an arm and an eye to have in their division.
Angel whipped her hair to the side a bit so it didn't cover both her eyes like it tended to want to do most times. Her bluish-black dreadlocks dangled freely over the side of her head while the opposite side was braided down the length of her scalp and down her neck. Her cold blue eyes were narrowed and unblinking as her purple-themed fighter weaved through space with all the elegance of a coral snake through the ocean waters, dodging debris from the poorly prepared Orc ships that met their ends at the bit of the Battle Carrier 'Skewer's' drill.
Watching the Skewer live up to its namesake was always a favorite of Angel's when at war. The sight of a high-powered energy drill silently shredding the guts of a ship was as much rushing as it was artistic. A deadly beauty that she has had the honor of witnessing each and every time she has escorted this particular ship in combat. This battle would mark the 232nd time she has sortied with the carrier. She has witnessed it destroy thousands of ships in her life as she's protected it from fighters and other ships for over 300 years.
When the call from her queen came to destroy this Orc race, she did not question it for she was too excited to once again kill for her people and queen. Due to being a fighter pilot, she was not given hardly any opportunities to Neblade her kills, if there were anything of them left due to the power of her fighter's weapons, so she was not as powerful as many of those of the Army branch who had their fills after each battle on a planet or infiltrated ship. While each pilot were given 'commissions' based on their kill count, it still left her on the physically weaker spectrum of the Tsvìet power scale for her class and birth specialization class. Alongside those who were architectures and child nurturers, she would most likely never evolve into a Major before her lifespan expired. It was a simple truth.
However, what she lacked in physical power, she more than made up for with her skills in the seat of her personalized Type-22 which she named Spirit Fire. Besides being armed with the TLS (tactical laser system), hers was a bit thicker than other Type-22s to house numerous ADMM (All-Direction-Multiple-Missile) pods. She felt it suited her well. She was not born of the pilot classification like those of the golden haired Tsvìets but when she first sat in the seat of a Type-22, she felt a connection that proved more than mental as she broke all previous records of the past 5,000 years. The Grand Primal Commander was all too happy to allow her into her armada as a fighter pilot instead of a ground soldier.
"Flight Primal to Lancer Flight, we'll be flying cover over the Skewer against any fighters. Intel reveals a very unlikely chance of Orcs having fighters though. Should an enemy ship approached Skewer, we'll run interception. Priority targets are the engines and the bridge. We'll leave the rest to the Kreons and Cruisers."
"Confirmed Flight Primal. May the Queen and Prince bless us," her squadron of six (minus her) replied. While it was common for them to say 'May the Queen bless us,' the 'Prince' bit was added recently when word of his rebirth into the Tsvìet people was confirmed.
She, like everyone else, had been shocked but ecstatic, both for their people and their queen. She had all but confirmed their suspicions of her ignorance in just how severe the loyalty and love they all held for her was with her little speech to those metahumans. Angel would use every bit of her skill and fighter's ability to prove to her the extent of her devotion.
"And may the blood from our kills shower our Queen and Prince with proof of our zeal!" she declared which earned several positive replies from across the battle web, a neural interface present among all fighters, drones, and heavier ships.
The seven Type-22s snaked around clouds of debris while keeping watch over their carrier. The 5.6km ship plowed through remains of ships as they were nearing the edge of the area of destruction caused by their initial assault. Once they cleared the field, it would be open space with the remaining 2/3rds of the Orc armada waiting for them. They were expecting to be faced with thousands of guns aimed at them though given the Orcs both their intelligence and the unknown capabilities of the Tsvìets, it wouldn't surprise Black Chaotic Angel if their sudden appearance within the debris field went unnoticed. It was entirely possible their sensors couldn't detect the several thousand new contacts due to all of the debris. It was also possible, much to every tactician's chagrin, that the Orcs didn't even have working RADAR or LADAR.
"Battle Carrier Skewer to all escorting parties. Thirty seconds to debris field clearance. All Cruisers, Kreons, and fighter wings, assume EMD formation."
The EMD formation was basically forming up into a closely knit formation. Normally, this would be highly inadvisable but with the nature of the huge electromagnetic field emitted by the ship's power cores, forming such a close formation would allow the EM fields to overlapped and strengthen each other like a phalanx. Any kinetic or energy munitions aimed at them with either be completely redirected around the formation or dissipate within the field before it could reach its target. This would force the Orcs to come to very close range to deal damage, which is why the Tsvìets designed their ships with so many CIWS (Close-In-Weapon-Systems) and short-to-medium range main weapons.
Behind and on the sides of the Skewer were the thousands of fighters and drones who didn't have very strong EM fields. Shielding them were the Cruisers who were themselves surrounded by the Kreons. Their EM fields finally overlapped and the power behind it was enough to force numerous large ship scrapes out of the way of the formation.
"Breaking through debris field in 5...4...3.."
Black Chaotic Angel's grips tightened within the gel-like arm slots of her fighter, her hands clenching onto a pair of spheres with her fingers dug in. Her fighter seemed to tense as well if that was even possibly.
"2...1...We're through! All Kreons, prepare to open fire while maintaining formation."
The battle group exploded from the field like a volcanic eruption and the sight they beheld was annoying and relieving. The Orcs had kept moving onwards toward the Outer Heaven that loomed in front of them like a deity looking down at the pitiful mortals squabbling on a planet. Their battle group in particular was heading back towards the Outer Heaven, so they were coming up behind the Orc fleets in front of the armada who were completely oblivious to the insertion of an enemy fleet in the middle of their formation. The only ones who would likely meet the enemy head on were the battle groups moving towards the rearguard of the armada.
For Angel's group, their preparations seemed overkill and the Battle Primal wasn't going to ignore the favor their goddess was shining upon them, though Queen Love doesn't want anyone to refer to her as such.
"Battle Carrier Skewer to all escort vessels, the enemy was unaware of our intrusion. For what reason, I'm not caring as we're getting similar reports from all the other groups save for the rear assault groups who met the approaching enemy rearguard head on. We will maximize the use of our capabilities to annihilate this pathetic fleet. All escorts, break off in previous cruiser battle groups and disable or destroy all warships within our area of operations, quadrants X-21 through Z-24. Total enemy ship count is at 742. No sign of enemy fighters. Cruiser Primals, direct your escorts and fighter swarms as you see fit. Also, this just in, the Queen herself is offering extra commissions to the crews of all ships and fighters that cripples or destroys any dreadnought classifications. Happy hunting and may the Queen and Prince smile on our tributes."
The massive carrier's engines flared brighter and increased its speed to catch up to the closest ship that measured in at a dreadnought tonnage. Angel's face twisted into a grin only an adrenaline junky could relate too. She would take the Battle Primal's challenge. It's too bad this Orcs weren't competent enough spacers to give her a personally hard challenge that she could use to impress the Queen.
(Play battle music: Ace Combat 4 - Invincible Fleet - Extended)
The six thrusters on her Type-22's body roared to life as she and Lancer Flight took off, following their assigned cruiser to the nearest ship which was a dreadnought classification. The ship was rectangular in shape with an oval shaped bow and top hull, giving it a half blocky, half curvy appearance. The 5km blocky portion was littered with holes that served as barbarically bastardized mockeries of actual hangar bays. Surprisingly, despite its horrendous state of appearance, the Orcs had some sense to put large rotary turrets along all areas of the ship.
"Cruiser Manifold to Flight escorts, sensors detect hundreds of turrets of numerous models. They look like trash but with their psychic gestalt field changing the probability of their reliability, we'll have to assume they will be effective against us. Fight smart and don't try to be heroes. Heroes never live to see the end. Flight Primals, have your squadrons target those gun emplacements to clear the way for us. If you clear on side of majority of the batteries, the Manifold can handle the rest. All Flight Primals, break off and fight as your awareness dictates."
The cruiser Manifold ended the cluster-wide command with a volley from its bow guns and a stream of molten metal from its mouth. The red beam of molten slag splashed across some sort of gravity-based shields for the majority before the final bits broke through to slash across the port side of the ship. Angel 'tsked' in annoyance. Gravity based shields were alot more broad than kinetic and energy shields in what they defended against. It was a sort of 'jack of all trades' method of shielding instead of specializing in a single duty.
"Flight Primal to Lancer Flight, assume strafing formation. We'll get in as close as possible to lessen the effectiveness of the gravity shield."
A weakness the Tsvìets knew of gravity based shields was that the further you were from them, the more effective they were. When up close, the time a munition was affected by the shield was much shorter than if it was fired from far away. Sure, if your attacks were strong enough, they could ignore the gravity repulsion but when up close, the shield's effectiveness would be negligible at best.
The seven Type-22s slithered around the incoming AAA (anti-aircraft artillery) fire, showing maneuverability unmatched by any other ships known to the galaxy. They moved like living, breathing creatures instead of their linear, mechanical motion-like prey. The seven fighters lined up in a large 'V' formation with Angel in front. Their ships came upon the Orc dreadnought and turned at the last second to race along the side of where they believed the densest layer of the gravity shield resided; any closer and the shield would physically push them away and it would be like trying to flying up against a metal wall.
The first set of targets came up on their HUDs, twelve targets in all. She locked onto all twelve and fired a salvo from her ADMM pods, twenty-four missiles glowing like blue stars shooting up and down vertically from her fighter before making near 90 degree turns to streak towards the turrets which were firing erratically at her flight. The Type-22s' built in BAA (Battlefield Awareness Amplifier) warned them of any incoming threats aimed at them, allowing them to automatically respond with necessary evasive maneuvers.
Due to being fired so close, the ADMM salvo was hardly affected by the gravity shield and slammed into all of those turrets, two missiles apiece being more than enough to turn the scrap turrets to wrecks of superheated slag. The next set of targets numbered in the sixties. They would have to take out as many as possible on this run before moving to the next area. They'd let the approaching Buzzard swarms pick off the leftovers.
Angel locked onto a total of forty-eight targets and fired four simultaneous salvos, one from each of her four ADMM pods. The ninety-six missiles streaked across, their targets selected to blow a clear path through the multitude of CIWS. About six missiles were shot down by either lucky or competent gunners but the rest met their marks. The side of the dreadnought erupted into spouts of fire. Before the smoke even cleared, Angel and the rest of her flight opened fire on more targets with their TLS. The heads of the Type-22 split open like the mouth of a snake and a large five meter laser canon moved forward into place. They all glowed red for a second before unleashing at 54% the speed of light one of the deadliest weapon systems put on any fighter craft.
The red lasers lanced into their targets near instantly due to the close range. The lasers burned a perfect ten meter hole in each of its targets, even ripping through the superstructure of the ship to cause secondary explosions, no doubt due to the Orcs' habits of filling every bit of space in their ships possible with weapons for war.
The lasers were designed to last up to five seconds per charge. The Tsvìets used this to strafe extra targets after destroying the initial ones, digging crisscrossing trenches along the dreadnought's side until the charges were depleted for the next fifteen seconds. The damage caused by the seven fighters would be significant for any other species but the Orcs only grew enraged. Angel couldn't really believe her eyes when she detected Orcs jumping out of holes in their ship into the vacuum of space to shoot at her despite the fact doing so would put them in an environment that'd kill them in seconds.
"Enemy heavy infantry weapon fire is negligible. Let them continue killing themselves," Angel said to her flight.
"Cruiser Manifold to Lancer Flight, enemy anti-ship capabilities have been hindered drastically. The Buzzard swarms can take care of the rest. Focus your fire on the engines and the bridge. Targets will be uploaded to HUD (Heads Up Display) now that deep scan is finished. Be noted that the bridge is not located along the outside of the ship structure but about 150m within. If you destroy those engines, our Kreons can quickly position themselves to bombard it."
Upon the outer edges of her HUD, five arrows popped up pointing in different directions, four grouped close together while the lone fifth one was most likely pointing at the suppose bridge of the dreadnought.
"Lancer Flight on me. We will aim for the engines. Once we find it, fall in the seven-point box formation."
The seven fighters flew through space, gaining a bit more distance between them and the dreadnought as AAA fire continued to erupt around their formation. The buzzard swarms and the four other Type-22 squadrons were quickly mopping up the defenses but due to the 5km length of the ship and its numerous gun emplacements, it would take a bit more time to make a serious dent in their anti-air network.
When they came around the stern of the ship, they caught a closer look at the engines. They composed of four massive engine thrusters arranged in a four point trapezoid. Each looked heavily armoured and there were even turrets on them as well.
Coming upon the first engine, all seven Type-22s charged their TLSs. The charge took a second before seven red beams flew out of the noses of the fighters, impacting straight into the round side of the first engine. The enemy turrets were quick to return AAA fire but the ECM defense fields did their job of deflecting the kinetic artillery shells, though there was no defense really for the shockwaves of those shells that detonated close to the attackers. The lasers meanwhile did an excellent job of burning gouges into the engine block, causing secondary chain reaction explosions. Pieces of ship metal flew through the space as they were ripped from their spots like flaps of shingles on a rooftop during a storm.
The combined thirty-five second barrage of lasers was enough to deal critical damage to the engine despite the Orcs' psychic gestalt field adding its functionability. The rotating thrusters for Angel's Type-22 sped up as the connected links that made up her fighter were twisted to allow the ship to maneuver like a snake in the sea, avoiding debris and flak alike. To finish it off, Angel fired forty-eight ADMM missiles which were guided by the onboard dummy A.I. towards the areas they would have the greatest impact in.
All the missiles zipped inside of the engine block through the openings made by the lasers, the last missiles detonating a few dozen meters within the outer tears, blowing chunks out of the armor and turning the insides within thirty meters of each impact into molten metal. That pattern continued from the rearmost missiles to the first, igniting a series of explosions that snaked their way deeper and deeper into the ship until the first several missiles finally made contact with the inner structure of the disabled engines. Orcs were running about, some with blue-themed armor and hats that had an electric current between two horn-like accessories.
These were the rare 'Smart Boyz' that were gifted via genetic memory to instinctively know how to build and modify weapons, vehicles, and equipment. Several saw the blue missiles impact within their corridors though the time between its appearance and detonation didn't give them any chance to think about it or run. The overall effect was the engine block pulsating like a heart before exploding miniature nuke.
The shockwave was enough to destabilize the flight path of the dreadnought as it started tilting forward and listing to port. The explosions from the engine snaked through a hundred meters of the ship before reach a storage of fuel. Another massive explosion occurred within the ship's stern that caused a third of it to swell up but otherwise stay intact. The damage severely damaged the second port-side engine as its luminosity dimmed from the bright white glow to a greyish color.
"Cruiser Manifold to Lancer Flight, excellent attack run. The other flights are making a strafing run on the starboard engines. The Manifold will continue bombardment with broadside guns until the Kreons destroy the bridge. That should hopefully disrupt that psychic-based gravity shield. Afterwards, you will stay clear of the dreadnought while the Kreons and the Manifold use their main weapons to finish it off."
"Orders confirmed, Manifold. Lancer Flight will proceed to aid with the destruction of the remaining engines."
Angel looked over to the right as the inside of her cockpit was surrounded by screens being fed live imagery from outside cameras, making it look like her seat and controls were flying through space itself without the actual ship. Focusing on the other flight wings, the cameras magnified their progress to her naked eyes. She could see the ships taking heavy fire from the engine block defenses and couldn't get a clearer lane for a strafing run. Looks like she would have to relieve some of that pressure.
"Lancer Flight, we shall assist Graviji Flight by destroying those turrets. My ADMM launchers can handle them. You will focus on the engine itself. Our attacks with Graviji's focusing on both sides will suffice in destroying the engine. Follow my lead." She opened up comms with the flight primal of Graviji Flight, getting a response back immediately.
"Your plan is sound, Black Chaotic Angel. We will sync our attack run with yours after you destroy those turrets," came the thankful voice from Graviji's primal.
Angel weaved around the floating wreckage of the destroyed engines and stern portions to line herself up with the starboard engines. She could see the flashes of lights across space that painted the picture of Graviji's troubles. She locked on to the turrets with ninety-eight missiles as her serpent fighter began descending like a bird of prey, the irony hopefully not loss on the audience as it's usually the bird of prey that swoops down on the serpent. Locked on, she mentally gave the command and the 98 miniature missiles flew out from the bottom and tops of her craft before cutting forward to rain hell upon the unsuspecting Orc gunners.
The result was satisfactory as over thirty turrets were destroyed and reduced to superheated slag. The rest of the missiles that arrived after the destruction struck the plating of the engine block and ripped out a full third of the engine armor, causing orcs, fuel, and machinery to vent out into the merciless embrace of space. The two flights now unopposed moved in on the bleeding engines like a school of sharks. The two flights opened fire with their TLSs without remorse, carving deep fissures into the engine that was joined by internal explosions that spread to the stern of the ship like before only this time the explosion was more massive and obliterated the entire rear of the ship, taking out a good fourth of the dreadnought.
The blastwave through her and Graviji's flight for several tumbles due to their close proximity to the ship. The universe began spinning like a sadistic cyclone and it took alot of Black Chaotic Angel's experience and skills to maintain a form of cognition as the shapes of the space around her began blurring into a single mesh of blacks and greys. Luckily, the fire from the engine was like a beacon in the grey and she was able to steer her fighter away from the majority of the debris but she wouldn't be able to avoid it all. Not having time to lock on, she did her best to manually target her she wanted to attack and launched several salvos from her ADMM pods. The addition of all those blue streams of light didn't help her vision nor did their explosions as they blew apart a somewhat usable corridor for her ship to fly through. It was a gyroscopic ride for her as her ship made multiple contact with large pieces of shredded metal that her ECM field could push out of the way.
It felt like too long a time for her before she and the onboard A.I. finally stabilized the fighter's flight. The first thing she did was look around her to make sure she wouldn't fly into another scrap heap. The second was to check the status of Lancer Flight.
"Malus, status of Lancer Flight," she spoke for the first time since this battle to her ship A.I.. A synthetic male voice answered her command. "Lancer Flight has sustained minor damage though one casualty. MRIA's craft was in the furthest back when the dreadnought's main fuel source exploded. The shockwave indicated the concussive blast disoriented her and she crashed into debris. Luckily, her A.I. was able to launch her ejection capsule though readings indicate it has sustained significant damage as well. It'd be best to have some of the Buzzard drones retrieve her and her wrecked fighter. Graviji Flight has suffered minor damages but no casualties."
Angel gave a sigh in relief. She's yet to lose a member of Lancer Flight, though that wasn't to say she hadn't lost a wing woman before. MRIA had a set of twins that would be finishing their final year at the nursery academic schools back on the Outer Heaven. She didn't want to imagine having to tell them her mother died under her responsibility.
"Cruiser Manifold to all flights, excellent work. Any recovery efforts will be made by spare Buzzard drones. Afterwards, maintain appropriate distance while we bombard the ship. That last explosion took down the gravity shield. We'll be going for the kill here and now. Due to how effective the results were, we'll be sending the battle data to all other ships currently engaging enemy dreadnought class ships."
The recover of MRIA's capsule and destroyed Type-22 was over within minutes as a group of Buzzards came by and used their onboard tractor beam capability to recover the remains. The same was happening to the remnants of around a dozen Buzzards that sustained too much damage.
Angel watched idly as the drone carrying her squad member came closer and closer to their assigned Kreon. Switching views, she focused on the five Kreons maneuvering themselves into position in front and above the drifting Orc battleship. Dozens of turrets still shot at the Kreons and the Manifold but the fire was insignificant to any of them. The Kreons tilted their bows downward for a better position to angle all of their guns at the ship.
Six, double-barreled charged particle cannons for each Kreon rotated and their guns swiveled upwards to focus within a target zone two hundred meters in diameter. A golden light began glowing at the muzzle of each barrel while a deep red light began illuminating from within the mouth of the Manifold.
Within a single second, all thirty heavy charged particle cannons, the 'Shearing Light', as they had nicknamed the main weapon of the cruiser class, and hundreds of gravity manipulating and antimatter, pure energy missiles flew towards the dreadnought. The 'Shearing Light' lived up to its namesake and bore a molten hot hole through the entire height of the ship like the metal was paper, destroying the bridge containing the leaders of the ship. The rest could only be called overkill as the particle beams began gouging out huge chunks upon impact and created similar scenes of destruction as the shearing light did. Following the end of that barrage was the incoming missiles that flew into the huge holes and fissures before detonating to create a massive gravity well like a singularity. Any orcs unlucky enough to still be alive and nearby was sucked into the well and crushed upon the bodies of each other and any solid materials caught up the pull. Tens of thousands of tons of metals, scrap metals, Orc weapons, Orcs, and debris were crushed into each other almost on a cellular level due to the pressure. With seconds, a massive ball floated aimlessly within the now larger holes of the dreadnought, some of the balls of smushed junk having been close enough to attract each other.
While the gravity missiles were terrifying weapons themselves, their use here had a second purpose. Any passageways, corridors, and large rooms were now unobstructed by any molten debris or Orc presence as they had all been pulled into the wells. This left room for the smart, guided antimatter missiles that were launched last for a reason. The missiles, about ten feet long and four feet wide, flew through the gapes and corridors to reach deeper areas of the ship. On signal, these missiles exploded into a mass of negative matter that collided with the regular matter, wiping all traces of the 140m target area of each missile from existence. One moment, the dreadnought from before and after could be described as a block of cheese with several gouges in it suddenly looking like Swiss cheese.
Any chance of the ship ever being operable by the Orcs on board was so low that it encroached in the negative number range.
Black Chaotic Angel watched this unfold with indifference doused with subtle sadism. It was a quick and beautiful sight, like a lightning bolt arcing across the rainy night sky. She sighed in nostalgia of her home. This fight against the dreadnought only lasted five minutes. Perhaps another dreadnought would provide a better challenge.
"Cruiser Manifold to all manned and drone flights, recovery operations are complete and complete destruction of the enemy dreadnought is confirmed. Fall back into formation and prepare for our next target. There are plenty left but the rest of the armada is completing their roles almost as quickly. Let's keep the lead while we have it. Proceeding to next target. We've also received a fleet wide message from the Grand Primal Commander. She, her royalty S-DTH, and her primal ship 'Erubetie' are leading the Leviathans through the warp holes to begin the purging of the planet. She wishes us good fortune and if it comes to some, a proud death."
Angel idly glanced back and magnified the view to show that the Leviathans were indeed pouring out of the warp holes they used earlier to surprise the enemy. They were being lead by the gold and black color schemed Leviathan that looked as every bit as awe inspiring and terrifying as when she first laid eyes on it. They were followed by the ten Type-33 bomber Transport Carriers. Angel might have felt pity for whoever would be within the attack paths of 2,000 Type-33 DFH (Devastation From Heaven) bombers had they been any species other than the Orcs or Batarians.
With that amount of firepower, they could and probably would level everything on the planet surface enough to go through half the planet's crust, and that's just with the default loadouts. Since this species was such a sore for their Queen, who knew just what those flying fortresses were packing. This is not even including whatever might be leftover from High Primal S-DTH's tender mercies. She felt a shiver of delight at the carnage to come but was put out that she almost never got to fly sorties within a planet's atmosphere so she could see a planetary purge upclose.
A/N: While it was a rather quick update, I apologize for the short chapter. I felt that if I can keep this rate up, I can make several medium sized chapters instead of a couple of large chapters months between. I'm sorry for an absence of cute Naruto scenes but don't worry, he will make a return either next chapter or the one after that will feature the end of this tiny side-arc. From there, we will have more Naruto/Sing moments as well as a bit more development back on the shinobi planet, along with a certain plot twist that I'm sure many would have seen coming had they looked at the details of this story.
From there, I will most likely be switching between perspectives of life with Naruto and the development of the shinobi world, which includes two main characters (overall but only one is main character all time in this story), Orochimaru and Fuu (or Fu with that little line over the 'u'. I don't know how to type accents on this keyboard.)
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