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James sprinted down the tarmac of the city's central motorway system, behind him were at least two dozen different squads of soldiers that were all standing by ready to receive and guide their reinforcements. He was only one squad leader of course, taking the position only a year ago, however, his guys were closest to the city's edge when the call came in from command that backup had arrived.
He was like many others on the colony, namely, he wasn't happy when word came in that Casidy II was rejoining the UEG. Sure, his anger calmed down and even to this day he wasn't happy that they rejoined, while he could understand that if all of the planet's high command agreed with it then there must be something happening that he didn't know. Though when word came in of a war with aliens and said war had now come to them, he sure as shit wasn't going to complain about having some backup, even if it was from the UNSC.
"Squad four, do you read?" a voice came in through his radio. He kept running and all those behind him followed suit, he was told that the ship's landing was large compared to what they normally had to deal with so they needed a decent size of land for them to move, he knew well enough that all the lights and road guards would be ignored or outright broken but he didn't care, from what he had heard the fighting in space wasn't going in their favour. Which meant they needed more help on the ground.
"I read you command, what is it?" he said allowed and did his best to ignore his burning lungs.
"Be advised the UNSC ships are breaking up and moving around the city. The UNSC Ajax is en route to your position. We're sending all the relevant data to the ship now, escorting any personnel to where they need to go and stay with them. Watch each other's backs because we're predicting the enemy to breach the atmosphere in one hour" he was told and James suppressed a sigh as he heard that, along with a shit tone of fear.
"Copy that" he said as they reached the meeting point, his legs stopped moving and it was clear to see that the others behind him were incredibly grateful for that. While driving to this point would have been great, all their vehicles were currently in use "ALRIGHT PEOPLE FRIENDLIES INCOMING!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, turning around to see those behind him.
"Yeah..." a scoff came from more than one of his men "My ass" was also something muttered by many.
"You wanna fight the aliens on your own, by my guest" he shouted at no one in particular, thankfully it seemed to do the trick and everyone remained silent.
Thankfully they didn't wait long as a small black dot appeared in the sky and slowly, it got bigger "HUNKER DOWN! BRACE!" he added knowing what was about to come. He and everyone else present got onto one knee and they all reached forward, clasping the one in front of them on the shoulder. Something they'd practised back when they were still at war with the UEG.
A good thing too, as when the frigate started to the near them. The winds started to pick and not even a few seconds later, what was at the start of a powerful push was now what he assumed was what a hurricane wind must have felt like. He and many others found their feet being pushed back a few inches as the powerful engines of the ship got closer and closer. Forcing himself to look up, the frigate was moving much more slowly now, coming to a stop. He was quick to notice that it wasn't touching down though, bringing up his hand to try and shield his eyes from the dust that was being picked up and thrown by the wind.
Thankfully the wind started to die down after another couple of moments, James thanked god for that cause he was about to fall over completely, and he didn't know if seeing the one in charge rolling backwards like a ragdoll would be either really good for morale or really bad. He didn't want to risk it if it was the worse option. Either way, he and the squads now had the ability to stand up. The bottom of the frigate was directly under them... almost directly under them.
He watched with some apprehension as three large platforms that seemed to form the underside of the ship's hull disconnected and lowered to the ground "Alright guys! Form up!" he shouted as everyone got to their feet and followed him forward.
Despite spending most of his adult life hating the UEG and by extension the UNSC. Seeing those platforms lower filled him with a sense of relief. The first as they stopped a few feet off the ground, the first thing he saw was the barrel of a large tank. He didn't know the name of it. Not that it mattered at the moment as before it waited for any type of signal from him or his men, the large metal machine of death drove forward off the platform and was quickly followed by another.
The heavy-sounding treads and gears of the vehicles were almost enough to overshadow the sounds of the large engines above him "You Major Hackett?" a voice called out. The sound of his rank and last name snapped James out of his stupor at seeing the tanks. Turning his head to the side of the lowered platform and he saw the soldiers start to step down and join them. These he knows, like many others he was briefed on the types of soldiers the UNSC had in their employ and it was spoken about how these were the most dangerous. The ODST's or the Orbital Drop Shock Troopers as they were called officially.
"That's me" James said as he walked forward a couple of extra steps, his hand not leaving the handle of his weapon "You've been given the positions you need for setting up?" he asked as the two neared each other, the row of vehicles still moving from what he assumed was the frigates cargo hold.
"Yeah, we got it all" the man confirmed "I'm Sergeant Diggs, I've been given command ODST echo company. We're running out of time so let's get going" he said before turning around and giving a hand single James didn't recognize. As he did that he looked as more and more of the armoured soldiers started to jump down and move.
Knowing that he was right about that, time was not on their side. James turned around and looked at all his men "Alright people! You know the drill, to your defence points! Aid these guys in getting there and setting up! The time we have to prepare the more aliens we get to kill! Move! Move! Move!" he shouted and as soon as he did, most of his guys turned around and started to head back into the city marching with the UNSC troops and vehicles.
James himself waited a moment until the Sergeant was present again before he too would start moving back in. However, when he turned to see, he stopped in his tracks. Diggs had his back turned to him and in front of the Sergeant was a... machine? Man? He had no idea.
In front of Diggs was a huge man-shaped being wearing heavy-looking green armour. He wasn't sure if it was human due to a couple of factors, the main one being that the guy looked like he was over seven feet, and that armour was not for show so it must have been heavy. No soldier he knows looks like that, not one. When movement caught his eye, he turned left and he almost stumbled in place as he saw a group of seven more of the armoured fighters step off the platform and move into the city proper "Hackett" Diggs's voice pulled him out of his shock and he turned to look back at the Sergeant "don't freeze up on me now we got a war to fight"
"Let's move!" he shouted as he turned and started to make his way back into the city, the others following behind him. He didn't know what to think about those armoured soldiers, for now, he made a mental note that if he survived, he would ask about them after.
The Pelican rattled from side to side as Alt hung onto the overhead railing for some stability, no doubt the ship was doing its best to evade the incoming fire from the Banshee fighters. As soon as they left the Everest for the ODP they were attacked from all sides, the only reason they weren't dead yet due the support fire from their own ships that were approaching just at a much slower pace, and he needed to get on that station quickly.
He knew that they had a standard guard of troopers that would slow the enemy down, he also knew that they wouldn't last long against the enemy soldiers, it was a sad fact but that didn't change the fact it was a fact.
"Sir!" the pilot called out from the front and after struggling to make his way there he was able to get to the cockpit of the Pelican.
"What is it?!" he shouted over the sounds of weapon fire grazing their hull and the overcharged engines as they evaded them.
"Ajax just reported in, they're planetside and finishing unloading ground teams now. The ODP is calling for immediate reinforcements, they could have well over three dozen hostile fighting station crew all over the place" the pilot informed him.
"How long till we land?" he asked as he looked out the front window and saw the carnage of the space battle, the wreckage of multiple ships hung around the ODP and long swords were in a constant state of battle with the enemy fighters.
"ETA two minutes" he said back to him "but that could change, I'm getting warning signals from nearly every hanger they have"
That was not welcome news, turned to his right Alt moved and grabbed a headset that was hanging on the walls next to a console. Putting the headset on he reached forward and pressed a couple of keys "Cassidy III Orbital Defence Platform, this is Sergeant Atlas. Do you read?"
He removed his hand from the key and waited a moment "Sergeant Atlas, this is Captain Halt of the Cassidy III ODP. I read you sir" Halt said through the station's radio "Make it quick would ya? A little busy here" he stressed.
"I'm aware captain, I'm currently en route to the station on Pelican designation Charlie-9372. Provide the locations of the largest groups of enemy combatants, I'll land behind them and start wiping them out from the back" he said back.
"One moment" he had to give the captain credit, he didn't hesitate like many others did when they heard what his impossible missions would be "We've been able to trap the largest group behind the blast doors leading to the most northern hallway. It's permanent though, they sound like explosives that they're using to get through them, they've broken through two others already. They are half a mile away from the control room and number around forty-eight. The quickest way to get there would be hanger seven. I should warn you though, it's occupied by what looks like a full squad. You won't be able to land there"
"We won't be landing, thanks Captain. Keep up the good work, if that Supercarrier comes into range you focus on that target" he added.
"Yeah, no shit" Halt added before hanging up his end of the call.
"You hear that?" he said back to the pilot.
"Yes sir, what did you mean we won't be landing?" he asked back.
"When we get three miles away from the hanger, I want you to do an immediate slingshot" he ordered as he turned his back and started to slowly make his way back into the hold "Shoot me right at the station" he ordered.
"Yeah... yes sir!" he shouted back as the door closed behind him, Alt walked a couple of steps before reaching up and grabbing the handrail, something he needed in order to stop himself from being flung around. While the Pelican did have its own artificial gravity, that meant nothing in the face being knocked around by enemy fire. When he reached the back of the ship, he smacked his fist against the overhead switch next to the back door.
Since the ship's systems read that the cockpit was sealed and closed up, hence the pilot was safe. It had no problem opening the ramp and allowing the vacuum to take over. The heavy gust of wind came as the air was sucked out of the ship, thankfully nothing flew out hitting him on the way.
As it opened Alt held a truly horrifying sight. The entire UNSC fleet was flying at full speed towards the ODP, he could see the Everest in the lead of them. The rest of the cruisers, carriers, destroyers and frigates all follow it in a tight formation. If it was just them then Alt would have felt many more positive emotions, namely pride at seeing so many UNSC ships flying together in sync.
But it wasn't just them, Alt's face turned grim as he saw the enemy behind them, the vastly larger and more powerful enemy ships kept advancing towards them, firing their purple blasts of plasma at the human ships. He counted all of them, while starting with forty-seven ships the enemy seemed to now hold thirty-two. It would seem that their surprise attack and following nuclear blitzing did a lot of damage to the enemy fleet, following the ODP that was still firing at everything it could.
For a moment he felt that they may have a decent chance of surviving this, but that thought was getting smaller and smaller as he looked past even the enemy lines and further backwards. Towards the system's newest arrival, that ship was massive and if there was one thing Alt feared right now then it was that. This Supercarrier was a true monster.
While Alt didn't fear for his own life, he feared for everyone else's. He didn't doubt that if he got the chance, he could just get on board that ship and rip it apart from the inside 'unless God-fall protocol is called' an annoying voice in his mind called out to him. That was also true, if there was a Kryptonian present then that would be a problem.
He would need to worry about that later, for now he had his mission. A bright green light appeared overhead, and he knew it was time, his legs bent and everything moved in slow motion. He could see the stars shifting, the ships moving and the planet's surface changing. All this happening as the ODP came into view, he immediately looked onto the air shield keeping the hanger pressurized and the vacuum out.
He waited for the exact right moment before he moved, he didn't jump as powerfully as he could, not wanting to damage the Pelican as he did so "Give 'em hell boss" his ears picked up the sound of the pilot say to himself more to Alt himself, but it was a nice gesture.
Alt left the Pelican and flew quickly towards the station, doing all the maths in his head and running all the numbers, his trajectory was true and he was aiming for the dead centre of the hanger's entrance.
Going in like this provided more than just a safe entrance for the Pelican, it also did to other important things. The first being that it gave Alt a very good opportunity to see the enemies he was going to be running into, and the second was that it allowed him to arrive quietly.
While he wasn't hiding his presence from the enemy, he was also a very small figure when so far away. The Covenant ground forces wouldn't see him until he was right on top of them and even then, only if they were looking for him, which he doubted.
Only one mile away from it now, he got an accurate number of the enemy forces. He counted thirty in total, the rest must be storming the station. A handful of Grunts, Jackels. Most on the other hand seemed to be Sangheili and Jiralhanae. Or more commonly known as the Elites and Brutes.
The fact there were so many of them did cause Alt to be concerned for the men and women on board the station. Normally there wouldn't be so many of them in one place, the fact that there were just shows how badly the enemy needed this station taken down. But he wasn't going to let that happen.
Any second now he was going to breach the air shield. The enemies were scattered throughout the entire hanger but two large groups seemed to be hanging around underneath one Phantom drop ship that was still hovering in the middle, on either side of it being two carrier drop ships.
The plan was quickly formed but it would do the job. Just in time to as Alt reached the air shield.
The air pressure was quickly felt around him and he started to drop to the ground, the sounds of alien chatter were heard around him. Alt reached the ground with a quick roll in order to try and stay quiet for an extra second "WAT WAT WAT!" he heard an Elite shout and as he was beginning to stand from the roll. He had one second to react as they all raised their weapons at him, but he was gone before their rounds of plasma could hit him. His legs catapulted him to the ceiling of the hanger, when he hit it, he was right over the Phantom he twisted in the air. His feet landed on the hanger ceiling and he shot downwards.
His body hit the roof of the Phantom and instead of going right through the machine, he instead spread his body outward and the ship's engines were unable to support the weight and it was brought down right on top of aliens under it.
To those who weren't under the ship, they all looked on in horror as the ship crashed to the ground killing many of them. Their weapons were raised and already firing as Alt stood up, not that it mattered as the plasma rounds bounced off of him.
Alt quickly climbed to the top of the wreckage and jumped towards the first enemy he saw. The was a group of Grunts with an Elite and Jackel. He landed right in front of them, the Grunts let out small screams as they saw him, he reached forward and grabbed one by its head and crushed it in between his fingers, what was left of the body was thrown across the hanger and hitting the second groups that were moving together to attack him.
Alt used his speed to his advantage here, the group in front of him continued to try and kill him for all the good it did. He blinked out of one spot and appeared in another, his closed fist smashing into the enemy's body, killing them instantly due to the blunt force of their bodies smashing into the thick metal walls of the hanger or by his hands just tearing their flesh apart. The Elite was the last one of the group standing "AAAAHHHH" It yelled running towards him, its handheld weapon firing smaller rounds of plasma aimed at his face. Alt charged towards it as it did so.
He reached forward and wrapped his hand around the Elite's throat, it gagged as it tried to fight against it. Not that it matters, Alt ran forward towards the other group in the hangar. When he reached the halfway point, they started to fire at him as he moved past the wreckage of the Phantom. He made out quickly that this group was mostly Brutes with two Jackles. He pulled his hand back and threw the Elite at the group, the force of the throw was enough for the Brute that was hit with him to fly back and both aliens to splatter against the wall.
Alt had to give the Brutes credit there, while the Jackles started to back up and panic as he moved towards them. They seemed to be far more eager for a fight and moved towards him instead. Alt had no problem with that, he felt better killing when the enemy wasn't running away.
The first one closest to him, raised its weapon, a type of spike thrower he's seen before. Though much like with every other weapon that they used, it did very little more than shatter against his skin. When Alt neared him, he raised his hand and pushed the weapon aside, he ducked down and slid to his knees. Moving beside him, he grabbed the large alien's ankle and lifted pulled. The Brute fell forward about to hit the ground but before it could Alt lifted it up and slammed the large body into the ground in front of him.
The others didn't seem to mind the carnage as their fellow's body was crushed under the force of the slam and rushed forward towards him. The first to reach him lifted its weapon and made to smack him with it. Alt moved to the right to dodge the attack and he reached forward, and grabbed the chest piece of its armour, without even looking he threw it backwards and out of the air shield, leaving it to die by vacuum. The second to come dropped its weapon altogether and ran towards him though to his surprise it jumped into the air, yelling as it did so with both its arms raised to slam down on him. Alt moved forward another step and brought his fist back, whatever armour it was wearing, however thick its skin was. It didn't matter, his hand went through both of them, and his hand wrapped around the being's heart and pushed, going out the other side.
The Brute gasped and blood started to flow from its mouth, Alt pulled away before the blood could fall on him, pulling the organ with him as he did so. He saw that the Brute looked at its own heart in shock before Alt crushed it in his hand before the alien fell to his knees and fell backwards. The final Brute starred at Alt with rage as the Jackles seemed to cower behind its legs, seeing a good time to practice. Alt allowed his emotions to fuel him, all the anger he felt due to everything that was happening around him, this battle, the war, all the death. His eyes adopted a red hue as a familiar sensation started to overcome him.
"AAAAHHHHH!" the Brute yelled as it ran towards him, firing as it did so. Before it could get halfway a thin red beam of heat shot through his eyes and at the enemy. It wasn't like a hot knife through butter, it was much faster. The beam went right through not only the Brute but the two Jackles behind it as well. Their ripped, melted bodies fall to the ground in a heap. Seeing that Alt closed his eyes and calmed himself down.
Thankfully it only took a moment before the red light left him and his eyes returned to normal. He looked around the hanger one final time before confirming that it was empty "BBBBBMMMMM" the echoing sound of explosives came from the blown open doorway, reminding him that he needed to wipe out these boarders before they could do too much damage to the station.
"This is Atlas, I'm on board and moving to engage now" he said into his earpiece before moving forward. He moved so quickly that he didn't notice the small beeping coming from the headpiece of one of the Elites that he killed.
"Six hull breaches sir!" a voice called out.
"Engine core overloading!" another added.
"Enemy contact eliminated!"
"Bravo squad is down to half strength!"
"Thirty seconds until we reach ODP!"
"Multiple enemy contacts heading planetside!"
It was that final voice that knocked him out of his stupor. Admiral Cole turned his head from the table to look at a member of the radar team "How many?" he asked back loudly, it was the only question he had a replay to, so the crew knew who he was speaking to "Five different enemy contacts moving down towards the planet. Ship variants differ, Sending a warning to Delta squad now"
That wasn't great but there was very little they could do now, they couldn't afford to turn the ODP away from that Supercarrier or it would roll over them immediately 'It might just do that anyway' he thought to himself. That colossus had moved forward and was now smack bang in the middle of the enemy fleet, though Cole quickly noticed that it started to slow down and seemed to be content where it was for now. He leaned forward and looked closer at the command table, he could see his fleet, the enemies and the ODP, along with the planet under them all with a small beacon that represented the city. What he paid attention to however was the large red line that covered a large area of the map, it wasn't the range of the ODP as in theory with MAC technology there was no range. You fire a MAC round in space, if nothing gets in the way it won't ever stop due to it being a solid bullet and no drag of any kind in space. The red line represented how quickly the ODP could fire and hit a target before the enemy could get out of the way.
As of now, the entire enemy fleet was resting calmly just outside of range. The ODP was still firing every now and again to make sure that they stayed away, now that their fleet was through the enemy line and standing beside it, they could help with that "Beta squad, this is Admiral Cole. Break off and make for the planet, don't let our guys on the ground get ambushed" he ordered into the com.
"Understood admiral, moving now" a voice called back quickly, and he watched as ten of his fleet broke off and headed for the planet, they'd cover them as best as they were able.
But if they didn't find a way to take down that Supercarrier they might not be able to win the day. It was too far out of the kill zone, chances are it would get out of the way of any round before it hit. Even if he did think it would be slower than the others.
Cole's eyebrow twitched slightly as he looked at it closely. A plan formed in his head, as of the moment most of Battle Group X-Ray had made it to the ODP and took a defensive formation around it. The enemy fleet seemed to be holding position for the moment, from what he could see there was no real pattern to their formation, at least none that he could see.
The Supercarrier was still in the middle, but nothing was directly in front of it. Maybe it wouldn't be the worst idea to change that "Picture, I have an idea" he said aloud to that A.I was standing on the corner of the table.
"Sir?" it asked him.
"We fire a fleet-wide MAC blitz at the enemy fleet but purposefully miss" he started.
"Why would we do that sir" it asked with a completely calm voice "Scans indicate three hundred plus fighter and transport class ships making their way towards us" it also added.
He ignored that last part as well as the large dot coming from the enemy fleet with a number next to it that told him how many ships were coming "because if we fire in the right way, we can force the ships the dodge how we want them to" he reached out with a hand and started to move the enemy ships "force them to move in front of the Supercarrier, then a full frontal attack from everyone at the same time. The other ships we'll either brunt the attack for the Supercarrier or get out of the way, leaving it open. Either way we do damage" he explained.
"Sir, that entire plan hinges on the fact that they can't all move out of the way together, it's possible for that to happen" it said that last part with a slightly condescending tone.
Cole ignored that last part "We couldn't" he stated before looking away from the table and towards the A.I "you remember the report from Atlas and the Spartans? When they boarded the enemy ship. Before that, the enemy took the nuke head-on when they didn't need to. I'm willing to bet it will be the same here" he added.
The A.I was quiet for a moment, no doubt it was processing all ideas and everything that could go wrong if it failed but also what would happen if it worked "Sir, based on my estimations. If the Supercarrier shields scale with the rest of the known enemy ships, one round from the ODP will be enough to breach its hull"
"If you combine it with a round from the rest of the ships, it should be enough to bring it down" Cole finished for it.
"This is a risky gamble if we miss or make the wrong assumptions about the strength of the ship's shields..." The picture trailed off.
"Do you have a better idea?" Cole asked back with a mocking tone.
"... I'll finalize the plan and pass the orders on" it said before its body disappeared.
Cole turned his attention back to the table and began giving out orders to the rest of the ships.
John marched down the streets of the city. Blue team moving close behind him, they were leading a dozen or so squads of UNSC and colonist troops through the streets to their defensive point. Like many other Spartans, Blue team had a specific point that they would be charged with helping defend. His head glanced upwards and he made out a group of Pelicans, but unlike normally when they would carry troops, these ones had heavy weapons and artillery units. They needed to be placed at other key points but it was mostly the rooftops.
"This is Ajax to all ground teams" Khane's voice came through his radio system, they didn't stop moving as they listened to the news "Be advised we have five enemy contacts heading for us, ETA seven minutes. Finish all ground preparations and take positions. It's about to get loud. Ship specifications are being given to all squad leaders now"
Getting the data transferred to his suit systems, John sent a confirmation signal back to the ships "Double time" he ordered as everyone started to jog towards their defence point.
"Move it people!" he heard Fred shout out to those behind them and the large gathering turned a final corner, reaching their point of defence. The city's main capital building was their point, for now, it was also the acting HQ for all ground forces, when the fighting starts the ships above them would be too busy to coordinate the ground teams so that would be left up to the now 'Prime Minister Watts' the building itself was surrounded on all sides by fortifications and near the main entrance he could see a couple of Warthogs and Scorpions stationed ready to defend the building.
On all sides of the smaller and more old-fashioned white stone building were tall skyscrapers "Linda, take seven soldiers and three ODSTs, and get a sniper's nest set up on the roof of that building" he pointed to the tall building directly opposite the front entrance.
"Copy" she said back without argument and immediately left the group and turned, taking who she needed with her.
"This is gonna be a hell of a fight" Sam said as the group all moved together in front of the building and pointed out all the points, they wanted their people to head to and get ready.
"Yes, it will" John said as he turned and faced the rest of blue team "Sam, I need you..."
BBBBBBBBBBBBMMMMMMMMMMM
All heads turned upwards at the sound, all the humans present looked up to see one of the UNSC frigates moving forward over them. Everyone except the Spartans and the ODST's all flinched as the MAC round was fired, at what they didn't know as the buildings blocked the view
"All ground teams" a new voice came through the radio, John didn't immediately recognize it, but he could hazard a guess as to who it was "Be advised previous calculations were wrong, enemy ships have arrived and dropped ships incoming. Brace for incoming attack!" who he assumed was Watts shouting.
"Sam, you and Kelly take another squad and help secure the back of the building. Fred, you stay here with me and protect the front with the rest" John ordered quickly.
"Copy" the rest of the team said as they all started to move.
Nam-Ek stood in front of the large window of Krytons Wrath, staring at the planet below them and the force that was charged with defending it. While this world will fall like all the others, he would begrudgingly admit that the humans are doing a well enough job of defending it. Glance to the right, he saw the wreckage of one of the attack fleet ships that was floating beside his own ship.
That station they had was proving to be an annoyance that he was about to go and deal with himself. Turning back forward his eyes started to track the latest rounds of weapon fire that came from the station and the enemy fleet that was able to charge past the attackers. He could see all his ships from this position and something wasn't right.
His warrior gut started to tell him something, it was like the enemy was purposely missing him, while his own ships were faster and stronger. The slug throwers that the humans used should have hit some of them but they didn't.
His vision was starting to get obscured by his own ships as they all moved in front of his own "My lord" a voice called him; he didn't turn to see who it was.
"What is it ship master?" he asked as he crossed his arms.
"We are losing contact with the station boarding parties. An emergency beacon was sent" Upon that news, Nam-Ek's head turned to face the Ship master.
"Good" was all he said as he turned back forward. The emergency beacon was given to most ground teams, they were ordered to activate them on only one condition "If Kal-El is on the station then that is where we are going. Helm!" he shouted, turning his head to look at the control trench. The Unggoy lifted its head to see his lord and master "Full forward thrust, get us to that station now"
"Yes my lord" it said before lowering its head and typing into the control.
"Shipmaster. See to it that the rest of the fleet does the same..." Nam-Ek was forced to stop speaking as the ground underneath him rumbled.
"Direct hit from the station ship master!" a voice called out from behind him "Shields dropping below thirty percent!"
Nam-Ek turned his eyes back forward to see that the five ships that had been moved due to the incoming fire were ripped apart by the next round, one directly in front of them being completely wiped out. A dry chuckle escaped his lips as he realized the plan the humans had, respectable, if hopeless. He raised his arm and typed away into the screen on his wrist "Nam-Ek to all ships, full forward thrust. That station has remained in place for too long" he ordered.
It went without saying that the concern for their own safety never came up and as one the fleet moved forward. Caring not for the incoming attacks from the human fleet, not that it would matter of course. He would deal with that station and Kal-El himself.
And we shall call it here for now, the battle on the ground is about to begin, Alt is on the ODP clearing it out and Cole was able to do some damage to the enemy fleet. Nam-Ek is now taking a more active approach in the battle now that he knows Kal is present, the real fighting starts now.
