Thundersdawn PT5: Chocky's Thunder
by Chaos_eternus
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Chapter 16: The Eye Of The Storm.
Blastboat
Xander tensed as he watched the fleet vanish into hyper. He was not happy with his orders, he could understand them certainly, and he knew that under the circumstances they were the only orders that could be given but still…
This kind of spur of the moment this is what has to happen planning reminded him far too much of Sunnydale and Buffy. The fleet had no ammunition, it was as simple as that, and so they had to get more. That meant going back to the sol system, which was the closest source of munitions, as unfortunately a gate transfer was not an option. That left his ship, Blastboat and Valour's Hour, which didn't require ammunition to guard this system until the shattered population could regain control over their drained power grid.
Luckily, between the three surviving Prometheus class and both Dauntless'es enough ammunition had been scrapped together to give him a full load out but still…
Even worse, he would have to wait for the fleet to reload before his ship, which had only a toilet as far as personal facilities went, no bunks, no rest areas nothing could be relieved, as Enerina's Dal shakka mel and the Independence could not leave their posts. This was due to an attack that had just been launched on Earth which ruled out the standard crossover procedure, i.e. both groups of ships simultaneously leaving their posts and heading for the others, resulting in a 'crossover' half way through, an operation that left each system unguarded for the least amount of time.
That left one capital ship and his minor warship to hold the system against the reinforcements the locals had insisted were called some time ago by Maktenos and were overdue to arrive. Reinforcements that incidentally should include at least one capital ship. Joy. It made Xander wish for simpler times when all he had to worry about was the end of days.
Well, they were in the eye of the storm now, and time would tell who battened down their hatches faster.