Chapter 4 - Uninvited Guests
Hizzan 6 - High Orbit 2503-05-26, 03:31 Battleship Lightning
The Battleship Lightning start to pickup strange reading of long-range sensors. Something big and unknown had just appeared at the edge of the system. First-mate Collins sent out a wraith over to identify the unknown object. "This is first-mate Collins to base-664. I need to talk to the Commander! ASAP" "This is the adjutant of base-664. Please state your reason for calling. The Commander is getting some hard earned sleep right now!" Collins hated the base's adjutants; they were stupid in their own little way. "Tell the Commander that we have possible enemy contact, and it's big!"
Hizzan 6 2503-05-26, 03:56 Sector 7-3-1
One of the many bad things about being a commander was being awoken in the early ours of the morning for what usual was a trivial matter. Jason walked into the briefing room of the command center, and the adjutant acknowledged him straight away. "Good morning Commander. I see your growing a bread." Jason scowled at the adjutant. "You stupid machine, I've just got up, and haven't had time to shave. How what's going on?" "The Lightning has reported possible enemy contact. Patching you though." An image of Collins appeared on the main screen. "Morning Sir." Collins said saluting Jason. "We picked up a large anomaly 25 minutes ago. It has just disappeared. But the wraith I sent to investigate it, report multiple enemy hostiles before being destroyed. It doesn't look good sir.
It appears the Zerg on this planet were awaiting backup before assaulting us. Dam them. "Destroy them Collins. The Lightning should be able to hold them of. If not evacuate as many personal to this base at once. I'll have the SCV's build extra supply deports to house them. Commander out." The image of Collin's saluted then disappeared. If we lose the Lightning, we're not going anywhere soon, Jason thought while informing the adjutant to order the construction of the additional supply deports. Jason had been the commander of the Lightning for three years now, and had survived many battles with the battleship. It was one of the largest ships the Terran possessed. It could house 10 Battlecruiser's and 20 squadrons of wraiths. This made the Lightning extremely dangerous to fight against for any Terran ships, but alien ships were a different matter.
Jason went outside, to stretch his legs, and to clear his head. The noise of a dropship approaching made Jason turn look up. He knew that there was no scheduled transfer from the Lightning to this base, and he'd just sent the Lightning into battle as well. Walking over to the LZ of the dropship, Jason watched as the hatch opened as he approached. A tall lean group of figures walked out, and saluted him. "Special Ops Captain Fawcett, and Black Ops Squad, reporting for duty sir." Jason looked at the squad. They were ghost units, to the bone. Dressed in black, with the latest in stealth equipment attached to various parts of their body. "Captain," Jason said, "why are you here?" The captain looked at him as if he'd just been insulted. "Why Collins sent us. He decided that you made need our expertise to help with the upcoming battle, Sir. He also said he didn't want us sitting on our backsides."
Jason had to smile, his first-mate always was blunt, and to the point. Not very good officer material by the Terran Confederate Marine Corps standard, but in the middle of a battle you needed some-one like Collins. "Ok men. Barracks are over there. Make yourself at home. Captain, I want you and your men on scout duty. Those famous personal clocking devices of your will keep you nice and save behind enemy lines." "Yes Sir." The Captain barked back, throwing a salute and then herding his men to the barracks. Looks like we're going to stand a better fighting chance down here. He looked towards the sky, and prayed that his first-mate wouldn't damage his ship too much.
Hizzan 6 - High Orbit 2503-05-26, 05:12 Battleship Lightning
Collins was sitting in the Commanders chair. It was very comfortable, and he now knew why the Commander didn't like to leave it. Turning his attention to the screen in front of him, which showed the position of the enemy fleet. Large organic beasts were floating at the rear; they resembled some sort of troop carrier, although Collins couldn't figure out how the aliens could get inside of that. In front of them were some type of large flat creature. Long range fighters maybe Collins thought, and in front of them, were waves upon waves of weird flying creatures, that they had fought when they first entered the system. This scared Collins, he wasn't sure if he had the manpower or if his pilots were skilled enough to fight such a large fleet.
"Launch all Wraiths and Battlecruiser's." Collins barked as the comms man gave the all clear to the hanger bays. The Wraiths were the first out, being the lightest and fastest ship. Equipped with light lasers and missiles, they were the best one-man fighters the Terran fleet had to offer. Next came the Battlecruiser's a lot slower than the Wraiths being at least ten times bigger, with heavier armour and two sets of heavy lasers. One set for ground bombardment and the other set for aerial assault. The Battlecruiser's had a special weapon as well. The Yamato Cannon was the latest in Terran technology, with enough power to destroy large areas or heavily armoured ships in one swift go.
Now all of these ships could not match the power of the Lightning. Being one of a few built, they were the pride of any Commander to earned one by proving to the Terran Confederate Marine Corps, that they excelled in battle, and could bring most of their troops back alive. The Lighting had six large forward laser cannons, two rear medium laser cannons, air-to-air missiles and two Yamato Cannons. This ship was built for battle, and little to nothing was known to be able to stop them. Collins hoped that the Zerg fleet couldn't either. "Tell all units to lock-on and engage the enemy, and also bring us around to combat position. We're going to teach the Zerg a thing or two about us Terrans!"
Hizzan 6 - High Orbit 2503-05-26, 03:31 Battleship Lightning
The Battleship Lightning start to pickup strange reading of long-range sensors. Something big and unknown had just appeared at the edge of the system. First-mate Collins sent out a wraith over to identify the unknown object. "This is first-mate Collins to base-664. I need to talk to the Commander! ASAP" "This is the adjutant of base-664. Please state your reason for calling. The Commander is getting some hard earned sleep right now!" Collins hated the base's adjutants; they were stupid in their own little way. "Tell the Commander that we have possible enemy contact, and it's big!"
Hizzan 6 2503-05-26, 03:56 Sector 7-3-1
One of the many bad things about being a commander was being awoken in the early ours of the morning for what usual was a trivial matter. Jason walked into the briefing room of the command center, and the adjutant acknowledged him straight away. "Good morning Commander. I see your growing a bread." Jason scowled at the adjutant. "You stupid machine, I've just got up, and haven't had time to shave. How what's going on?" "The Lightning has reported possible enemy contact. Patching you though." An image of Collins appeared on the main screen. "Morning Sir." Collins said saluting Jason. "We picked up a large anomaly 25 minutes ago. It has just disappeared. But the wraith I sent to investigate it, report multiple enemy hostiles before being destroyed. It doesn't look good sir.
It appears the Zerg on this planet were awaiting backup before assaulting us. Dam them. "Destroy them Collins. The Lightning should be able to hold them of. If not evacuate as many personal to this base at once. I'll have the SCV's build extra supply deports to house them. Commander out." The image of Collin's saluted then disappeared. If we lose the Lightning, we're not going anywhere soon, Jason thought while informing the adjutant to order the construction of the additional supply deports. Jason had been the commander of the Lightning for three years now, and had survived many battles with the battleship. It was one of the largest ships the Terran possessed. It could house 10 Battlecruiser's and 20 squadrons of wraiths. This made the Lightning extremely dangerous to fight against for any Terran ships, but alien ships were a different matter.
Jason went outside, to stretch his legs, and to clear his head. The noise of a dropship approaching made Jason turn look up. He knew that there was no scheduled transfer from the Lightning to this base, and he'd just sent the Lightning into battle as well. Walking over to the LZ of the dropship, Jason watched as the hatch opened as he approached. A tall lean group of figures walked out, and saluted him. "Special Ops Captain Fawcett, and Black Ops Squad, reporting for duty sir." Jason looked at the squad. They were ghost units, to the bone. Dressed in black, with the latest in stealth equipment attached to various parts of their body. "Captain," Jason said, "why are you here?" The captain looked at him as if he'd just been insulted. "Why Collins sent us. He decided that you made need our expertise to help with the upcoming battle, Sir. He also said he didn't want us sitting on our backsides."
Jason had to smile, his first-mate always was blunt, and to the point. Not very good officer material by the Terran Confederate Marine Corps standard, but in the middle of a battle you needed some-one like Collins. "Ok men. Barracks are over there. Make yourself at home. Captain, I want you and your men on scout duty. Those famous personal clocking devices of your will keep you nice and save behind enemy lines." "Yes Sir." The Captain barked back, throwing a salute and then herding his men to the barracks. Looks like we're going to stand a better fighting chance down here. He looked towards the sky, and prayed that his first-mate wouldn't damage his ship too much.
Hizzan 6 - High Orbit 2503-05-26, 05:12 Battleship Lightning
Collins was sitting in the Commanders chair. It was very comfortable, and he now knew why the Commander didn't like to leave it. Turning his attention to the screen in front of him, which showed the position of the enemy fleet. Large organic beasts were floating at the rear; they resembled some sort of troop carrier, although Collins couldn't figure out how the aliens could get inside of that. In front of them were some type of large flat creature. Long range fighters maybe Collins thought, and in front of them, were waves upon waves of weird flying creatures, that they had fought when they first entered the system. This scared Collins, he wasn't sure if he had the manpower or if his pilots were skilled enough to fight such a large fleet.
"Launch all Wraiths and Battlecruiser's." Collins barked as the comms man gave the all clear to the hanger bays. The Wraiths were the first out, being the lightest and fastest ship. Equipped with light lasers and missiles, they were the best one-man fighters the Terran fleet had to offer. Next came the Battlecruiser's a lot slower than the Wraiths being at least ten times bigger, with heavier armour and two sets of heavy lasers. One set for ground bombardment and the other set for aerial assault. The Battlecruiser's had a special weapon as well. The Yamato Cannon was the latest in Terran technology, with enough power to destroy large areas or heavily armoured ships in one swift go.
Now all of these ships could not match the power of the Lightning. Being one of a few built, they were the pride of any Commander to earned one by proving to the Terran Confederate Marine Corps, that they excelled in battle, and could bring most of their troops back alive. The Lighting had six large forward laser cannons, two rear medium laser cannons, air-to-air missiles and two Yamato Cannons. This ship was built for battle, and little to nothing was known to be able to stop them. Collins hoped that the Zerg fleet couldn't either. "Tell all units to lock-on and engage the enemy, and also bring us around to combat position. We're going to teach the Zerg a thing or two about us Terrans!"