Avenging Task Force Z

Disclaimer: I own nothing apart from my own plot and OC's

Talking like this 'like this' will be characters talking over radios and communicators, and talking like this 'like this' will be people's thoughts or speaking in flashbacks and the past tense.

Was watching the second mission from the Japanese campaign in Battle Stations Pacific on YouTube and this chapter is inspired by it with a few tweaks of my own. Hope you enjoy :)

'This is Wing Commander Slade reporting in. Our bombers are in position and are ready to carry out our mission. Command are you getting this? Over'.

'Loud and clear Wing Commander. Over'.

'We've a visual of the enemy. Over'.

'Your primary targets are the battleships, the Slayer of Maidens and the Vindicator, we cannot let them get away. They'll wreak havoc amongst our landing convoys if they do'.

'Copy that Command, targeting the battleships. Over'.

'Wait. The G3M's with the torpedoes are not on the scene yet. Hold back until they arrive'.

Samuel Slade grimaced. Not those little fuckers. We don't need a bunch of snotty nosed kids to take our glory. The veteran fox did not need to be physic to know that the rest of his squadron and Wilson's would agree with him. They had not asked for their presence in the first place, so there was no need to wait for them.

'Command, with all due respect, the enemy has no fighter cover. We can't throw away this opportunity just because the kids are not at the right place at the right time. Preparing to intercept now. Over'.

'Wing Commander Slade. This is Captain Whiptail on the Defender. Those "kids" are my platoon and are just as capable pilots as you are. You have your orders. Hold back until they arrive'.

Slade smiled evilly as he thought of something. He leaned towards the com again, and started mimicking static noises.

'Sorry ma'am. . . . . .but your. . . . . .signal is. . . . . .fading. . . . must be. . . . . . .malfun. . . . . .'

He then suddenly turned off the long com and listened to the wicked laughter of his squadron.

'They're going to be pissed on the Defender now', snickered Wing Commander Wilson, bringing her bomber alongside her colleagues.

'Well we'll just to show them we don't need those brats to carry out a successful mission. Once we do that, they'll get shipped off somewhere else, and they won't be our problem any more'.

Wilson's bomber broke away and sped towards their enemy.

'I hear you there Sam, starting my attack run now. See if you can beat me'.

'Roger that Alex, coming up behind you'.

The two squadrons sped towards to the enemy fleet, radiating with confidence that they could get the job done just fine without help.

The enemy consisted of the two battleships, the Slayer of Maidens and the Vindicator, and two cruisers, one at the front and one at the rear. As the bombers came into range red lasers erupted from the warships, illuminating the space around them.

'Only two cruisers with moderate anti-fighter guns', Slade announced.

'Easy targets', Wilson replied back. 'Starting my bombing run now then'.

As soon as that was said, a bomber to their left exploded as the enemy fire found it's mark, pieces of the wreckage scattering in space, still covered in flames.

'Idiot', grumbled the tanned furred vulpine. 'Keep going you lot'.

Continuing on through the rain of red blasters, they came within range of their targets. Suddenly, and surprisingly, the enemy fleet wheeled right, moving towards the incoming bombers.

'They're coming right at us', one of the pilots exclaimed in surprise.

'Must be mad or something', another said.

Another bomber exploded.

'Another bomber down, Wilkins it was'.

'They're making themselves easier targets then they were even before'.

'And that's an opportunity we're going to exploit', Slade announced. 'Prepare to launch your bombs'.

'Slade, I see something coming up behind the cruisers', Wilson said.

As she said this, the cruisers turned slightly, each revealing a smaller, faster craft that been attached to their hidden sides. Suddenly they broke from the larger vessels and sped to defend the battleships.

'SHIT! Destroyers', Wilson swore. 'Everyone drop your bombs on your target and get clear'.

Two more bombers exploded as the new ships drew nearer and their fire became more accurate.

'Oh fuck. The reports said nothing about a destroyer escort'.

This pilot panicked and released his bomb at the Slayer of Maidens. For a moment, it looked like it was going to hit, then it fell short and dissipated uselessly in space, some it's energy bouncing harmlessly off the battleship's shields. The pilot had no time to regret his mistake as he had strayed too close into the range of the battleships anti-fighter lasers. His screams were heard over the com as he engulfed in flames, his ship exploding almost instantly.

'Don't waste your bombs', Slade snarled, watching as another two bombers got caught in enemy fire and were blasted to smithereens. 'Keep pressing the attack'.

'Keep tight and low boys and girls', Wilson encouraged, trying to keep her cool. 'Watch that crossfire'.

The first wave of bombers met no success. They had been the first ten to encounter the surprise presence of the hidden destroyers. Six were shot down before they could reach their target, another three were badly damaged and fell back in panic, the one who had managed to get past, Wilkins, had panicked and dropped his bomb short of his target, only to be destroyed as he tried to get away from the vengeful battleship.

'Damn it. Nine bombers lost and no damaged caused', one pilot growled.

'The destroyers are forming a strangle hold on our flight passage'.

'Our bombers aren't fast enough to brave that'.

'THAT'S ENOUGH!' roared Slade, clearly losing his patience. 'WE'VE A MISSION TO COMPLETE! AND WE'RE GOING TO BLAST THESE BATTLESHIPS TO KINGDOM COME! OR DO YOU WANT THE BLUE SKY'S TO OUTBEST US!'

This statement had the right effect, the fear of looking bad in front of the squadron of rookies and failing in their mission brought the fire back into their hearts.

'Yeah you're right there Commander'.

'Last thing we want is looking bad in front of a bunch of green horns'.

'Let's go already'.

'That's more like it', Slade growled. 'Form up alongside me'.

Twenty eight bombers lined up and grouped up behind his ship. His fellow commander flew to his flank.

'Quite a morale raising speech there, Sam, bravo', Wilson waved at her colleague from her cockpit. 'So what's the plan then?'

'Only thing we can do, Alex, we've lost the element of surprise. So we're going to have to rush them with everything we've got'.

'Not the best of ideas, but I suppose that's all we've got'.

'But Commanders, if we charge at them in a big group, won't that make us an easier target?' questioned one of the pilots.

'More like suicide', another muttered.

'Those are my orders', Slade interrupted firmly. 'Now let's go'.

Without further argument, the bombers began a second run. Once the enemy fleet opened fire, filling the dark void of space with bright red light.

'KEEP GOING! roared Slade as he manoeuvred his bomber through the enemy fire. 'DESTROY THOSE BATTLESHIPS!'

It was absolute carnage. The sight of the enemy fire was blinding. The bombers swayed and turned, doing their best to avoid enemy fire. But the folly of Slade and Wilson had been realized too late. So many slow moving bombers in a tight formation were an easy target, and once they had reached the space between the destroyers they had no room to manoeuvre. Five more veteran pilots met their deaths as their ships exploded in flames.

'THERE'S TOO MUCH FIREPOWER!' cried one of the pilots. 'WE HAVE TO BREAK OFF!'

'NEGATIVE!' snarled Slade. 'KEEP PRESSING THE ATTACK!'

Too late, the reluctant pilot broke formation, only to be caught in a barrage of red lasers and destroyed instantly.

'This is Wilson. I'm taking some of my bombers to attack to one of the destroyers. We need to ease the pressure'.

'Alex, we need those bombs for the battleships. We can't waste them on the destroyers'.

It was too late, Samuel Slade watch as five bombers broke away from the main group and sped towards their selected target and launched their bombs. A moment later, the warship erupted in flames, signalling a good hit. Second explosion occurred a second later as something vital was hit and the destroyer broke in two, spilling it's contents both living and non-living into the void of space.

'Bombers with bombs still, this is Wing Commander Alex Wilson. There's your opening. Now get over there and complete the mission'.

'Roger that Commander, beginning bombing runs now'.

With the destruction of one of the destroyers, the bombers flew through the gap created. Despite this, the two cruisers and remaining destroyer were in range and were firing with everything they had. Three more bombers met fiery ends as they flew passed the destroyed destroyer.

Fuck we've lost half of our bombers, three are too badly damaged, and five others, including Wilson, have used up their payloads on that destroyer. I've got twelve bombers to take down two battleships. Wing Commander Samuel Slade growled as he remembered something. And I'll be damned if I let the Blue Sky's do it.

'Remaining bombers', he announced, gulping a nervous breath. 'Six fighters will attack the Vindicator, five others will follow me and attack the Slayer of Maidens. Attack'.

They were now facing the flanks of the battleships, the smaller Vindicator speeding in front of the larger Slayer. Half a dozen bombers broke off and sped towards the Vindicator, whilst the Slade led five against the flagship.

'Once you get in range, target the vital parts of the ship, launch your bombs accurately and fall back to a safe distance, I'm counting on you guy's'.

'Sir, my bomb won't release, the clamps have malfunctioned'.

'COMMANDER, I'M HIT! AHHHHHHH!'

'Commander, I've hit the Vindicator on the stern, but only minimal damage'.

'NOOOOO!'

'Sir, we've just lost Jenkins. We're getting butchered'.

'Laser fire just destroyed my bomb. I'm falling back'.

'Destroyer is coming up on our rear. We're caught in a crossfire'.

'My bomb hit the ship, but did not explode. It was a dud'.

'We've failed our mission'.

It was chaos. Slade's gamble had failed. All he could now was hope his bomb would fly sure and true.

'Bombers, I'm targeting the Slayer's engines, it will cause a big explosion, so stay clear'.

Slade steadied his sights, found his target and launched his bomb. Time slowed as the anticipation on this last bomb of hope fell towards it's target. The pilots crossed their fingers, praying for success. Then time returned to its normal speed and crashed into the bow section of the cruiser following the battleship, causing little damage.

'FUCKKKKKKK!' roared Slade. 'EVERYONE FALL BACK NOW!'

Two more bombers were caught in enemy fire as they tried to escape. The survivors fled to join the others out of the range of enemy fire. Battered by enemy fire and weary from exhaustion, the bombers could barely be kept flying. Slade's bomber limped over to Wilson's.

'Sam, we're being hailed by the Defender', she said with hesitance. 'Patching it through to all of us now'.

A moment of silence lingered, and was abruptly interrupted by an angry woman's voice.

'WING COMMANDERS SLADE AND WILSON! WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?! I GAVE YOU A DIRECT ORDER TO HOLD BACK AND WAIT FOR YOUR BACKUP, AND INSTEAD YOU HANG UP ON ME AND DECEIDE TO DISOBEY MY ORDERS! DO YOU ANY EXPLANATIONS FOR YOUR ACTION'S?! WELL?!'

Both commanders looked reluctantly at one another through their cockpits. After another moment of silence, Slade leant forward hesitantly and spoke.

'No. . . . .no. . . . . .Captain Strongarm. . . . .ma'am, we don't. . . . .we don't have any.'

Slade watched as Wilson shuffled nervously in her cockpit nearby.

'Please tell me Slade that, despite your disobedience, you did some serious damage to the enemy fleet'.

Looking again nervously to his fellow officer, Slade leant forwards, ready to deliver the bad news. We're in deep shit now.

On the Defender

Standing at ease, Captain Vanessa Whiptail stood on the Bridge of the light fighter carrier, listening in on the conversation the ship's Captain was having over the com.

'A DESTROYER! YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT YOU TWO MANAGED TO LOSE OVER HALF OF YOUR SQAUDRONS EACH! AND ALL YOU HAVE TO SHOW FOR IT IS A DESTROYER DEAD AND MINOR DAMAGE ON A CRUISER!'

The Commanding Officer of the Blue Sky's winced. Not that she was the only one eavesdropping, half of the Bridge's officers and ensigns were listening in awe or shock as their Captain was tearing Wing Commanders Samuel Slade and Alex Wilson a new one over their failure not only to obey orders, but also failing to cause any significant damage on any of the two battleships.

'I'll deal with you two later. For now, get back here at once'.

'Copy that ma'am', Wilson replied over the com. 'We'll be back as. . . . . .'

Captain Strongarm cut the vulpine off as she abruptly turned off the com. She sat back in her chair, pinching the bridge of her nose, sighing deeply and loudly. She took a deep breath and sat up again and pressed a few buttons on her console and opened another channel to all Alliance ships in the area.

'The bombers have failed in their mission and have encountered heavy losses. Where are those torpedoes? Come in G3M'.

Silence on the other side of the line. The whole Bridge tensed up. Captain Strongarm continued.

'G3M, ARE YOU THERE?. . . . . . . . .G3M! . . . . . . . . .G3M COME IN!'

More silence.

'G3M squadron reporting in ma'am', the calm, polite voice of Wing Commander McCloud announced.

Sighs of relief swept through the room, Vanessa finding herself amongst them.

'At last, where are you?'

'G3M's inbound on course for torpedoing enemy battleships'.

'I can't see you'.

'We've just cleared the nebula, that's why our coms have been down'.

'No excuses, get over there and finish the mission'.

G3M Squadron's position

'Look's like the vets got impatient, ran off and failed', Vasquez stated.

'I hear you there Jenette', chirped Julie.

'Well best we clean up their mess', Drake chuckled.

'Scan the battleships for weaknesses', Marcus barked. 'Scott scan the Vindicator, Gloria do the Slayer of Maidens please'.

The young Wing Commander spent a moment to go over the ship he was flying. The Generation Third Mantas, known affectionately as G3Ms, were fighter-bombers. Whilst not as super fast as the Z26 Drakes they were still fast and manoeuvrable, able to avoid barrages of enemy with ease. And they packed a punched armed with lasers and four rockets, and with the choice of a bomb or torpedo, they were ideal in engaging capital ships and protected convoys.

'Ma'am, we're in position to start the torpedo run', Marcus stated on the com.

'Good work', chortled Captain Strongarm. 'I thought you'd never make it'.

'We didn't want to let ourselves down'.

'Right. Sink those battleships'.

Marcus observed the scene before him. One destroyer is still in the way he thought. We need to get that out of the way or we'll go the same way the veterans did. The blue vulpine pursed his lips as he thought of a solution.

'Guys', he announced over the com. 'We need to get rid of that destroyer. If we don't it'll turn us into mincemeat and scrap meat'.

'I hear you there Marcus', Karl answered. 'Scanning it now'.

'Finished scanned the Slayer', Gloria announced. 'Sending the layout to all of your targeting computers now'.

'Same here with the Vindicator', Gorman stated.

'Finished scanning the destroyer Marcus', Karl said. 'A couple of our rockets should penetrate the shields and destroy it'.

Squad Leader Marcus McCloud pondered this idea. Then he opened up a com for the entire squadron.

'Alright Blue Sky's here's what we're gonna do'.

On the Defender

After closing the channel to the G3M's, Captain Strongarm turned and joined Captain Whiptail at a large round table like computer. It was the strategy holonet, used for briefings and displaying tactics mainly. Right now it was displaying the activity, both friend and foe, of the surrounding pace. On the end the two Captains were standing at large blue ship models were shown with white data underneath them, easily indicating the Defender and her escort.

On the opposite side was five red holographic ships, obviously the enemy fleet, with their names and classes in white writing. Green blobs showed the convoy which had been moved to a safe distance away from the fighting behind the Defender's hologram. Sixteen blue dots were speeding towards the light carrier, showing the veterans retreating after their failure. Lastly, twenty blue spots on the black screen, clearly the Blue Sky's, could be seen charging at full speed towards the enemy.

'I hope your platoon can pull this off Vanessa', the woman told her fellow officer. 'The enemy has been alerted, and it will take the best of an hour to rearm and refuel the surviving bombers. By then, the enemy fleet will have escaped and our losses will be for nothing'.

Vanessa Whiptail looked up from the holo table and scowled at the other woman. As both ladies kept eye contact for the best of a minute, neither blinking, Vanessa finally spoke.

'They're well trained, Captain Strongarm, and, unlike those "veterans", they're not obnoxious or overconfident', she replied defiantly. 'They'll succeed. As for our losses, that's on Slade's and Wilson's heads. Due to their fuck up, my squadron has no choice but to salvage the mess they caused. And they're now going in alone without backup since Alex and Sam found it so hard to obey simple orders due to their own jealous and vanity'.

The entire Bridge was deathly silent as Captains Strongarm and Whiptail stared each other down, both knowing that the CO of the Blue Sky platoon was right in her accusations. Finally, the ship's Captain spoke.

'I trust their ability and that they'll do their best Captain Whiptail', she responded. 'However we need them to succeed, as the enemy fleet is coming our way now. They'll destroy us, our escort and the convoy. As for Slade and Wilson, I'll deal with them later. If we all survive this'.

Before the two officers could, a young ensign at the table interrupted them

'Captains, several members have broken off from the main squadron', he interrupted.

All three and others looked to see the ensigns words to be true. Three blue dots split from the main group and moved towards the remaining destroyer.

'They've launched their rockets ma'am', a girl at one of the consoles announced. 'They're targeting the destroyer'.

Within moments of this announcement, the red hologram of the destroyer flashed yellow for a moment, signalling successful hits and significant damage, and then it turned black. Destroyed. The Bridge was in stunned shock.

'Seven more have broken away and following the three who took down the destroyer. They're all going for the Vindicator'.

It was true. Seven dots followed the original three towards the battleship, the other ten keeping their course against the Slayer of Maidens.

'Come on you lot', Vanessa prayed quietly. 'Do Mummy proud'.

G3M Squadron

Marcus smiled as he saw the destroyer explode in flames. Nice shots Karl he thought with a grin.

'Julie, take your squad and the rest of Karl's and attack the Vindicator's weak spots, Gloria's and my squads will take down the Slayer'.

Seven of the G3M's broke off and followed Karl's path toward the lead battleship. The others continued their course on towards the flagship.

'Find your targets and release. Remember to keep enough space between us all. Too many of us in a close space is just an excellent opportunity to be wiped out'.

'You mean fuck up like the veterans did?' Gloria asked over the com.

'Yeah like that'.

Marcus grinned to himself. We finally have a opportunity to prove ourselves. Since they had arrived on the light fighter carrier two weeks ago, the other pilot platoons had gone out of their way to make the Blue Sky's feel uncomfortable and unwelcome. Some of them had been neutral, if not disinterested, whilst others had been worst.

Constant shunning and talking behind their backs had been a regular thing the newcomers had to get used to. It had led to the more aggressive members of the former cadets, such as Karl and Drake, getting into fights. He himself had squared off against Slade and Wilson only yesterday, the two coming over the Blue Sky's table to taunt the young commander and his squad leaders. It was only at the request of his CO/secret lover that had stopped the blue vulpine from getting up and breaking the older man's jaw. Now they finally had the chance to prove themselves, and earn the respect they were entitled to.

'Everyone, I want you all to fire a blast of lasers before you launch the torpedoes', Marcus ordered. 'It won't do much damage, but it will disrupt and weaken the shields enough to allow our torpedoes to pierce them and get through easier'.

'Good idea Marcus', Karl approved. 'Firing now'.

'This is Dwayne, I'm launching my torpedo now, aiming below one of the Vindicator's main cannons, to blow the magazine'.

'Good idea Hicks', Drake approved. 'I'm doing the same'.

'This is Julie, I'm aiming for the reactor. Keep clear for when it blows'.

'Gloria here, I'm targeting the Slayer's engine. Watch out for any fuel being ignited'.

The com was flooded as the twenty members of the Blue Sky's declared their targets and wished each other good luck.

Back On The Defender

'Look's like they've got an actual plan', Captain Strongarm stated, looking at the holo table with interest.

Vanessa smiled. An improvement from Slade's and Wilson's. Squad Commander Marcus McCloud had discussed his tactics with his CO a couple of evenings before, after he had brought her to her fourth orgasm of that night. As he lay on top of her larger, muscular form, he had demonstrated his plan to her, running his fingers over her body, lightly touching the sensitive and ticklish parts as he showed his forces movements, using her breasts as the battleships.

Thinking of that night alone made the Whiptail horny. Whilst she had listened to his strategy as she shivered with delight, the foreplay during his little lecture had led to the Sharpclaw rolling her young lover onto his back as she inserted his lovely hard dick back inside her womanhood and went onto ride him hard and slow for the rest of the night.

'They're firing a barrage of lasers', the ensign interrupted her thoughts.

The two Captains and the crew on the Bridge watched the holo table.

'A strange tactic', the ship's Captain questioned.

'Looks like they're trying to disrupt the shields', Vanessa defended.

'They're launching their torpedoes', the ensign stated.

On the holo table, twenty white lines were seen moving away from the blue dots towards the red forms of the enemy battleships. The entire Bridge sat or stood in tense silence, waiting for the telltale sounds of confirmed hits. The two officers stood still like statues, their eyes trailing the lines. They touched the red holograms, flashes of yellow appeared the sides of the two red ships, and then they turned black, first the Slayer of Maidens, then the Vindicator. Destroyed.

The whole room suddenly burst into a thunderous applause. Crew members cheered as they clapped their hands and embraced one another. Others jumped up and down, screaming with joy, as others collapsed in their chairs filled with relief. Vanessa Whiptail smiled as she turned to face Captain Strongarm.

'I think we can say that my Blue Sky's did a good job. Wouldn't you agree Captain?'

Captain Strongarm smiled as she continued watching the table.

'They're going after the cruisers with their rockets. And yes, Captain Whiptail, they did good'.

The Captain of the Defender turned to a cheering nearby ensign.

'Contact the Blue Sky's. Tell our boys and girls to come home'.

With The Blue Sky's

The last enemy cruiser exploded as their rockets found their mark, overwhelming the shields and causing damage to the ship's vital organs.

'And that's a wrap people', Marcus stated over the com.

The attack had been a success. With the firing of their lasers, the Blue Sky's had been able to disrupt the enemy shields, even creating gaps. Then they had launched their torpedoes, which had gone onto to strike the batteries and engines of the battleships. Julie's shot hit the Vindicator's side and caused the reactor to overload, resulting a large explosion that ruptured the hull and destroyed half of the superstructure. Torpedoes hit magazines and fuel cells ignited. Both ships broke up as the chain of explosions blew them apart, first the Slayer, and then the Vindicator shortly afterwards. After that success, they had turned their attention to the escorting cruisers, their rockets more then capable in penetrating their weaker shields. It had taken more effort and firepower, but they had managed it. The entire enemy fleet had been destroyed.

'Command's hailing us', Gloria stated over the com.

Marcus patched it through.

'G3M squadron, this is the Defender. Well done in successfully completing the mission and much more. Return to base, come on home'.

Home Marcus as he turned his fighter-bomber away from the burning wrecks and towards HQ. I like the sound of that.

First chapter done. When I finished Autumn Of Passion, I didn't want to leave you all waiting for too long, since I hate cliff hangers myself. Hope you enjoyed it and I'll update soon.