- Posted On: Nov 4 2013 12:31am
Revanche-class Star Defender Swiftsure, Deep Space
Recently promoted Rear-Admiral Bradley Costigan stared at the swirling stars whose light flooded the ceraglass panes of his leviathan warship. We're a long way from home. What are the chances that this is the first time I've seen some of these stars? The native of Genarius slowly spun about on his heel to view the warship's dedication plaque proudly displayed at the rear of the bridge. But we are going back to yours old girl, I suppose. I wonder what we'll find there. Hopefully not too many Reavers. He stretched, enlarging his already imposing frame, while his hazelnut colored eyes searched the bridge, looking for one particular Mon Calamari native to Hast. But the sub-lieutenant was not present. She took her homeworld's sudden silence pretty hard, but can I blame her? For all I know, everyone and everything back there could warped and disfigured into ravenous monsters who would like nothing less than to tear her apart limb for limb to convert her into one of them. It makes me wonder if we did the right thing pulling the Hast Defense Fleet out of the area to reinforce the Reaver-hunters of the Eastern Trade Prefecture. But what is done is done. The alarm klaxons flared. The man frowned. We're not supposed to be reverting to realspace yet. So who put the gravity well here? He rapidly strode over to his command chair and silently swore to himself in a mixture of alien tongues.
The mammalian-shaped warship lurched into realspace, leading both Task Force Swiftsure and the ships of the Hast Defense Fleet back home. His eyes scanned the sensor board, noting an odd menagerie of vessels opposing him. The closest he had guessed at one point had been a bulk freighter, or a couple of bulk freighters, but it was so far disfigured that he had no hope of guessing what it had truly been in a different life. Near the rear of the Reaver formation, he thought he could make out the tell-tale bulges of gravity-well projectors attached to an older CC-7700 frigate. He quickly designated it as the fleet's primary target. Hundreds of turbolasers from the Confederate forces began to fire, quickly tearing about the hastily converted blockaders nearest to them before the beams slowly converged upon and utterly destroyed the interdictor in a flash of purifying light. The surviving Reaver vessels scattered broken before the display of Confederate might.
“Signal all ships to continue with the jump without delay,” ordered Rear-Admiral Costigan.
“And leave survivors?” questioned the Star Defender's captain.
“Yes,” decided Costigan, jabbing a finger towards the various members of the bridge crew, “us. And them. I don't need to have any infected crewmen or ships on my task force. Certainly not to bring them to an uninfected world.”
With the interdictor eliminated, the Confederate warships quickly surged back into realspace, leaving a smattering of Reaver vessels reeling from the Contegorian assault. He slumped back in his command chair. Well, we have finally hit Reaver-occupied space again. We'll have to change our routes to throw off any Reavers attempting to track us. At the next way point. The going will be slow, but perhaps we can make the most of it. It's not like I need to bring an entire infected war fleet to Hast, either my own or some stragglers. Hast likely has enough problems on its own without me making it more difficult.