Organized Crime: Chapter 10, Big Red Rocket of Love.

[Mauser Kar98K]

“Systems check Novacats!” Ordered Corps.
“Menace here, A, Okay boss!”
“Three here, systems check out Sir!”
“Four here, ready to roll.”
“Okay, listen up! Hundred plus pirates are on their way so there is enough to go around. We are going to burst the gate again, but when they get the idea, they will split up so boost extensions are a must. Second, call out. Third, call out. Use your number, no names. Make messages short and fast. If you need help CALL OUT!”
Corps took a breath and gauged at the radar screen. Still showing green, no red yet, “Last thing, cover everyone else. We have the guns and they have M5 and M4 so make short work of them.”
“Berdan to all units. More ships have made the jump, unknown number. Berdan out.”
“A message like that,” injected Corps.
Corps reached down and pulled his straps snuged. Brent wiggled in his seat for a comfortable position, tightened his straps. He then reached down and pulled a handle on the left side of his chair. Mechanical noises reverberated through the Avenger. Then a snap signaled the firing pin was set.
“I love ku-chunk in the evening. Has that ‘lets get down to buisness’ attitude.”
“Oh ya Brent…eyes open,” Corps saw the red on the radar. He looked up and saw the Discovers shoot their Impulse Ray emitters. Then the blue of the photons filled to cockpit. Then green from his Beta High Energy Plasma Throwers.
Yellow and purple lights filled the Jumpgate. The first wave of the Pirates were dropping like space flies. They were just the unlucky ones that just happened to get caught in the blind fire.
The rest of the wave broke off, their engines bursting to life with the acceleration boosters igniting. Some egger pilots from the Double D’s broke off, their blue contrails behind them. Hoping that they could get the first of the stragglers proved to be a bad judgment on their part. One of them got caught in the cross fire and exploded. The Pirates hunted the others down as they began to organize themselves after a very effective ambush.
“Novacats, break!” Shouted Corps. He pushed the throttle up and pushed the boost with his thumb. Brent grabbed hold of a hand hold that was custom mounted for him, his turret pod lighting blue from the Ion after burners that pushed the Avenger to its top speed of 215KMPS.
The stack broke-up just as soon as the order was given, each ship going up or down in the opposite direction. Coming head-first were pirate mandelays and bayomons, shooting their weapons but hitting the Novacats contrails.
Corps activated his targeting computer, targeting the nearest ship. The electronic female voice announced it was a mandelay. His Heads up display indicated it was less than a klick out. He steered his Avenger following the arrow that indicate the direction it was from him. It was down and east from his left wing. He swayed his stick east while rotating it the same direction. The rotation started pitching the ship to the left. As the ship rolled he gradually eased the nose up. He backed off the pitch and raw and was at full up.
The back of the mandelay came into view. He heard the sound of the BHEPTs pivet on their servos as the auto targeter computed the chase of the pirate. Then the Pirate leveled out. Before he could do evasive maneuvers, Coprs fired a burst from his HEPTs. Green splotches followed by yellow sparks, ending with its end of a purple explosion, singled the end to the invader.
Corps then gave the stick a hard right and went back to were the fight was.
“How are we doing back there.”
“Fantastic, haven’t fired a shot yet.”
Corps smirked as he activated the comm, “Report!”
“Two here, downed three but their friends an’t to happy, I have four on my tail, all Mandy’s.”
“Three Here I am on my way.”
“Cancel that three, 5 of our Double D’s just dropped in behind them. Two out”
“Four here, downed one, looking for more.”
“Rodger that gents, call out when you need it…”
A mandelay buzzed Corps going from left to right, taking pop shots at him. Corps backed down on the throttle and yanked the stick straight back. The distance of the pirate decreased but the turn increased. The target computer activated when the mandelay flew across and was already targeting the pirate. Corps pushed the boost, rocking him back in his seat, while giving the trigger a good tap.
The mandelay was hit on its right side. The engine exploded, causing the ship to careen over. After being hit from hot metal pieces, the missile in the cargo exploded sending the mandelay into fiery pieces.
“Berdan to all ships, more enemy fighter have dropped in. They include 4 TSs. Take them out! We are ready Hornet missiles in their bays. Garunteed they are going to be used on our M2s. Take them out! Berdan out!”
Corps activated his comm again, “light Leader Load?”
“Go ahead Corps, I am kinda busy.”
“I know. Listen, cover us so we can take out those TSs. Just break them off our six and go back at it. If they launch any missiles, take them out.”
“Rodger Corps.”
Corps targeted the nearest Pirate TS. It was two klicks out and closing, just about in gun range.
A star like ship appeared in front of Corps. Yellow tracers from the heat of the lasers were born from its lasers.
“Bret, bayomon in front, be ready for the pass.” Corps jumped on the HEPTs. The turrets weren’t activated yet so they were straight for the head on run. About eight rounds hit the bayomon before it executed evasive maneuvers. Its Pulse accelerator cannons it the cockpit of Corps, but only smugged the shields.
As the Bayomon flew past Corps, Brent picked up were he left off. A long zipper bang filled the interior of the Ellen. Brent’s mass drive had let loose with 50 rounds in two seconds. Large sparks illuminated the back of the bayomon. All of a sudden the bayomons target signature went from red to green.
“Hey, Corps. Our suicide jockey just bailed. Looks like the ship is ours.”
“Great, make it ours and put it on stand-by. I am not going to deal with it yet.”
“Target is now in firing range,” came the onboard computer.
Corps tore loose on the plasma throwers, not letting up until either the energy level was down to the basement, or the TS was space debris. The latter was first. The TS Exploded in a brilliant blue and orange fire ball.
“One down onto the next.”
Ellen shuddered violently for a brief instant. Three mandaleys buzzed by Corps cockpit from the bottom, their rays bring his shields down to 78%.
“Damn Doulbe D’s, Where are you at!”
“Right behind you, we chased off three fighters that were inbound to you. We couldn’t get those two. That was a five fighter group, three of them took out on of us.”
“Target is now in firing range,” came the female voice again.
“Thanks Ellen!” Corps jerked the trigger, causing the ship to jerk to the right slightly. With the full firing, this brought the second Pirate TS to the same fiery end has the first.
“Corps, break!” came Brent.
Corps pulled up and right, making Ellen a harder target for the pursers. “Was up!” he shouted as his body was feeling the G’s of the ride.
“Five craft behind us, four Mandys, one Bayo.” Brent fired his weapon at the closest craft. He tilted the turret with Corp’s movement. The turret could pitch up along with the gunner’s seat, allowing a more comfortable view instead of looking up. But it could only go up so high so Brent still had to stretch his neck. The chair could also move sideways with puddles. The gun turret moved independently from the chair via the stick, except the up and down motion.
Brent held down the trigger. The mandelay exploded, but the next one flew through the flames and took its place. It fired salvo after salvo of lasers. But Brent just held down the trigger.
The Mandelay soon stopped firing and drifted away. Brent just targeted the next one not even caring that the mass drive punched trough the cockpit and killing the pilot.
Corps was pitching the ship every witch way but loose. It looked like a worm with the trailing mass drive tracers following behind it from Brent. And he was still holding on to the trigger with a death grip.
Soon, three more bayomons joined it. The last mandelay broke off, showing it had had enough; put was quickly killed on its right side by a passing group of Discoveries from the Beta squad. “Corps, we need help, we have four Bayos on our six.”
“Novacats we need help!” shouted Corps.
“So do we. One of them TSs is on my six with three of his buddies. I can’t get them loose.” Relied Menace.
“Three here, we an’t having fun neither. Six Mandelays I am tangling with.
“Four on my way, just downed one of them TSs…wait, I have five ships approaching me, might be late.”
Corps took a deep breath. He realized he flew right in the fray, and he was target number one. Brent was doing a good job but their skills were running out.
Then silence from the mass diver filled the cockpit.
“Mass driver icing up, stop firing!”
“Sir, the barrel iced, I have to switch to the GPAC!”
Corps pitched the Avenger to the left along with the raw and pulled the stick up: his wrist was straining from the move.
“Rolk’s Revenge do you copy, this is Corps?”
“Go ahead, this is Commander Shern.”
“I have a swarm of bayomons behind, can I spare your gunners for a bit?”
“Yes, just fly towards and we will try to help.”
“All I need.”
Corps was already close to the Revenge. I pushed the stick down and Ellen dove, nearly getting hit but more fire from the invaders. The blue steal from the Titan filled the cockpit. Corps could see the bridge along with rotating radar unit. He targeted the Revenge for distance bearing. More lasers flew past the cockpit. The distance showed only 500 meters away from the M2.
Blue light filled the cockpit. The top turret from the Revenge cut loose its Photon cannon. As Ellen went further down the right side turret opened up as well.
“Hang on Brent, we are going to do a ring around the Titan.”
Brent grabbed the hand-hold and stopped firing. He didn’t want to hit the Revenge by accident.
Corps jerked the stick back and the Avenger pitched up violently. Corps pick a spot on the canopy where only the tip of the Titan was only visible. He tweaked the stick from over and under compensating.
Shern’s gunners nailed the bayonmons with deadly accuracy. After each pass Corps made the gunners were ready for the pirates.
“Last one broke off Corps,” said Brent after watching the pieces of downed bayomons go by.
Corps leveled the ship, targeted the bayomon and went after him. The bayomon was flying canterd from left to right for Ellen. But that didn’t matter. The female voice came on but was drowned out by the plasma throwers.
Corp’s face light up with the purple plasma ball as the bayomon met its fate.
“Corps to Shern, thanks abunch.”
“Rodger that, anytime.”
Corps targeted the last TS. It was three klicks out and after the Eclipses. Corps maneuvered Ellen and began the chase. But a lone Nova caught his eye: pirates were hammering it. Corps changed his priorities to the Nova. He targeted the nearest ship in the bunch and began calculating the distance.
“Four klicks to a Novacat in trouble Brent, is that mass driver ready?”
“Yes it is sir.”
“Good, we are going to need…”
The Nova exploded from the overwhelming force. The blue plasma shocks signaled its end. All Corps could do was watch.
“Novacats, report in!”
“Two here.”
“Three here.”
“Four here.”
Corps took a deep breath. He was glad it wasn’t one of the Avengers.
“Saw a Nova go down, thought it was one of yall.”
“Must have been of the Argon Police,” came Menace.
“Ya,” whispered Corps. He thought he had lost one of his own for an instant, but it felt like eternity. “Keep calling out everyone.”
Corps targeted the TS again. He had closed to two klicks and was almost in firing range. He looked up at the tactical display and noticed the shields were almost down to zero. The Titan must be doing a number on.
Corps activated the missile bay. The on board computer announced the Silkworm class missile was ready, and without hesitation Corps fired.
A dark smoke trailed behind the projectile. Two seconds later all he saw was a bright glow. Slowly the missile tracked to the Pirate TS. The Shields were down and the hull was loosing its integrity.
Then the target circle vanished with a fireball.
“Last TS down, lets mop up the rest.”
“Not so fast Novacats,” came Berdan, “more TS made the jump and our in sector. Looks like ten more. Plus unknown number of escort.”
“Sir, this is Corps, how many more in Kingdom’s End?”
“Don’t know son. They zapped the NAV SAT so we are blind on what comes in. We just can tell you what is here.”
“Rodger sir, engaging.
Corps targeted the nearest TS and went right back at it: Balls to the Wall in his Big Red Rocket of Argon Love!


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[Mauser Kar98K]

Whoooo! 6 pager yall, and it an't over yet.

Couple of side notes. Big Red Rocket of Love is a Reverned Horton Heat Song that I was listening to and kinda coriographed this fight after. The solo part in the song is were Corps is doing the evasive manuvers and the rings around the Revenge.

Icing of the barrels, figured I had explained to much of the turrets to do a long paragragh on mass drivers. Since I can't seem to find how the ammo is fired so I took my gun knowledge and space physics to work.

Here comes the Poetic Licenese: The powder used really isn't powder. It's a liquid. There are liquid propelents being peveloped and used as artillary shell's propelent. So since it is the future, they are using it.

Now the barrels icing up. Think of AC in your car our house during a rainy summer day. You have condition on the windows right, you know the fog you have to whip off so you can see where the hell you are going. Well, since there is no air in space and is at ZERO Degrees F., you have the heat and cold factor. But Mauser, you said their is no air! Right I didn't but what makes the bullet get pushed out out of the barrel: gasses. As soon as the gas is expanded, it disipates all around the weapon. Well, the gases stick to the barrels as water. Basic Chem says that during an explosion, H2O is made during the process, but very little.

Okay, the barrels are heating up so water is getting spread all alround until there is too much and it starts icing do to zero temp. The ice starts bogging down the mechanics and slows down the rotation of the barrels. This could lead to a sink problem were a round could go off between the barrels and causing a blow back, which is bad. Or the Ice could cover on of the barrels and cause again a blow back. really bad, no weapon, and possibly no gunner OR SHIP.

Therorticly with this idea, the shooter could see ice cycles being fired behind the round it self cause as soon as it hits the zero temp, you have ice ice baby.

After an automaticed clean up in the frieght bay it is ready to be used again, as long as you are still alive from using the PAC.

[biggie1447]

nice story

but i thought that the mass driver used electromagnetic acceleration
to propell the rounds
this would make sense since we are allready
experimenting with magnetically propelled projectiles

not that i mind

[KiwiNZ]

Good read and nice dogfight. Yes, Madalays can be a pain but Bayamoons can be dangerous when they come in a group. Looking forward to seeing how this develops.