2938-05-05 08:45 – Chapter 34 - War! We're going to WAR!
Throughout Earth's prestigious history, there have been many great naval engagements.
This was not one of them.
Through the acrid haze of blown control consoles, the space in front of the cracked view port lurches forward with gut wrenching momentum as 'Kharak' enters the StarGate's Iris. Normally, this is a smooth transition. With inertial dampeners offline at the moment and the frigate on reserve power, we are lucky to slide back into the border of Paranid space in realitively one piece.
Without main power, 'Kharak' drifts below the military base in 'Preacher's Refuge', most of its running lights flickering
intermittently. There is no telling how long it takes before that Destroyer comes through the gate after us. So far, it looks like the frigates in the distance have yet to turn in my general direction. Loki be damned if they do.
Now that Gauss rounds aren't impacting my brittle shields, the stress on the energy generator seems to have lifted. After a few minutes, we're up from 23% shields to 66%. Damage Control reports that the damage looks worse than it really is. There are no breeches in the outer hull that they can determine, but the majority of the primary power couplings are fried out, as if by Ion Pulse or EMP technology.
USC Intel didn't think the Beetles had anything like that tech, but in a recent poll X-Universe citizens voted Paranid as the most advanced Commonwealth Race. Either way once primary power is restored, I have Merlin, the NAV-COM AI on board 'Kharak', plot a jump course back to Terran space. Its about that moment when the Odysseus that the two Deimos were escorting
undocks from the military base and plots an intercept course.
Mr Wizard! Get me the Hell out of Here!
One welcomed flash later 'Kharak' exits its way out of
Tannhauser Gate near Orion's Shoulder. At least the Khaak's K-beams aren't glittering in the dark like they did when they invaded 'Heretic's End' four years ago. I have Comm attempt the hail the Orbital Defense Station and inform them of our situation, but it seems use of the jump drive has temporarily overloaded our already strained sub- systems.
I can't respond to any of the warships that slide past us on their way through the gate to the Asteroid Belt either. They seem to be in a hurry, or Im sure they would have investigated why 'Kharak' lists to port and drifts somewhat. Later I learned some joker thought he could make off with a
Tyr in Jupiter Space. Either way it takes us a while to limp the frigate into dock.
Afterward I have an emergency meeting with the ranking officer on board. Seems like there is a big tiff over what just happened in Trinity Sanctum and Major General Rai Ishiyama is suggesting that I lay low for a while until he can confer with USC Brass. If the engineers can salvage the communication logs off of 'Kharak's smoking computer core, then Im confident it will show the Beetle Captain jumping the gun a little. The two second warning the Beetle gave before opening up should have been more like two minutes according to standardized Commonwealth Agreements.
Not that it really helps Ishiyama at this point. All he has right now is my word that I was in Paranid space looking for Xenon rather than another TM or even that Odysseus. I suspect hes going to keep his card to his chest for a while until he has a better hand to play. Looks like that Demeter Super Freighter I jacked earlier will serve to hide me, my command staff, and my Teladi advisers until the heat can die down some. In the meantime 'Kharak' is going to be powered down in Saturn dry dock for a while getting those conduits replaced.
After transferring over with all essential personnel to
'Incognito', my head adviser plots a course to her roost at PTNI. I sit quietly in the back of the tramp freighter, contemplating my next move. This certainly threw an unexpected wrench into the gears of the Xenon war effort. While refueling jump energy in Circle of Labor, we are scanned by
Argon Border Control while crossing the No Fly Zone. Its a good thing I left those anti-matter mines behind, or this might have turned things ugly for Ishiyama really fast.
By the time we are
cleared to dock at NMMC HQ, Homefront brings us the News:
War! We're going to WAR!
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