Rhade watched as the mopping up began. There was so much battle debris that they were lucky to be able to see anything at all. But they could and Andromeda and the other remnants of the fleet were chasing down and destroying the remaining swarm ships as best they could.
Andromeda herself hadn't escaped unscathed. They hadn't had any hull breeches this time, so there was no Magog smorgasbord to clean up. However, there were holes in the inside of the ship from battle damage. The guts of the ship hung out like animal intestines. It would take some time to fix.
And of course, Command had taken the brunt of the damage. Although, there was debris everywhere, it seemed that the majority of it was in Command. It was as if Command had let out a Siren song and all the debris were unfortunate sailors. And there had been no Odysseus on board to prevent their doom.
Power to the ship was at less then half its capacity. It wasn't enough but they had to make do. The lights of the ship were dim and flickering, just barely brighter then the blue tinged battle lights. All in all, things were not as good as Rhade would have liked. Of course, that seemed to be the story of his life.
Most importantly to him, there was no sign of the Maru anywhere. What had happened? Beka had made it, hadn't she? Of course she had. Anything else was unthinkable.
Rhade watched as the mopping up began. There was so much battle debris that they were lucky to be able to see anything at all. But they could and Andromeda and the other remnants of the fleet were chasing down and destroying the remaining swarm ships as best they could.
Andromeda herself hadn't escaped unscathed. They hadn't had any hull breeches this time, so there was no Magog smorgasbord to clean up. However, there were holes in the inside of the ship from battle damage. The guts of the ship hung out like animal intestines. It would take some time to fix.
And of course, Command had taken the brunt of the damage. Although, there was debris everywhere, it seemed that the majority of it was in Command. It was as if Command had let out a Siren song and all the debris were unfortunate sailors. And there had been no Odysseus on board to prevent their doom.
Power to the ship was at less then half its capacity. It wasn't enough but they had to make do. The lights of the ship were dim and flickering, just barely brighter then the blue tinged battle lights. All in all, things were not as good as Rhade would have liked. Of course, that seemed to be the story of his life.
Most importantly to him, there was no sign of the Maru anywhere. What had happened? Beka had made it, hadn't she? Of course she had. Anything else was unthinkable.