automatic
and cancel any damage repair teams until I order otherwise,” he said, finally
rising up out of his chair and choosing to stand as they dove into the enemy
horde. “Expect a pounding.”
And a pounding they got. Like bugs to a bug zapper the
lizard cruisers came, feeling they had an opportunity to damage or destroy the
massive station…and they did, had the crew been inept, but his people weren’t
anything but skilled combat veterans and they had a trailblazer personally
leading this battle, meaning the lizards weren’t going to do squat. That said,
Remmington conceded the fact that his seda might be significantly damaged in
the process, but if that was the case so be it, for it would take that damage
away from the drone fleets that were much more vulnerable.
Paul had them plow directly into the center of the
hundreds of thousands of cruisers ahead of them…something that he didn’t think
the lizards expected. They poured in on them like sand collapsing into a sink
hole, with his seda and the 3 command ships taking the heaviest of the
pounding, most of which came from collisions. But the genius of it all was the
fact that the incoming lizard ships were moving slower than even his seda, and
they couldn’t ram it en mass without making tiny
microjumps. Those jumps couldn’t happen through their own fleet, so they had to
ram it at slower speeds in groups that also had to adjust to the forward
momentum that somehow Paul was succeeding to randomize with constant gravity
drive adjustments to not only the seda but the entire fleet simultaneously.
They moved left, then up, then down and through a
variety of small, yet mathematically significant alterations that did not allow
the lizards to anticipate where they were going to be in order to set up more
damaging assault runs. He was lessening their damage potential with navigation
and forcing the lizards to act more spontaneously…which with their limited life
expectancy kept them from having any veteran commanders, Remmington suspected.
Such newbs , no matter how much genetic knowledge they
were gifted with, would react with less efficiency than commanders who had been
in tense combat multiple times before, not to mention relentless training
simulations that honestly made this level of insane combat feel…familiar.
Once the seda and the command ships made it through
the entire lizard fleet, punching a hole clear through to the other side, the seda’s shields were down to 12% and still taking additional
hits, but rather than run Paul had them come to a dead stop and the command
ships move out like extending flower petals as they turned back on the chasing
enemy that the drones, that had been taking shelter in the mass shadow of the
bigger ships, were now attacking in a frenzy like a bottle of soda that had
been shaken up and held in check up until now. Those tightly packed fleet
formations were exploding outward into the the lizard
fleet and began to eat away at it from the inside as more and more cruisers
continued to pour into the seda’s shields.
The enemy had a choice to make, with it seeming to
want the big station dead. Remmington held his teeth firmly together, knowing
what this would mean. They were the anvil on which the lizard hammer was going
to fall…all the while the smaller fleet of warships were going to devour that
hammer from the handle on up. The only question was how much of his seda would
remain once the shields fell, and how well had Paul calculated the potential
damage.
A quick check of the larger battlemap indicated that
there was no immediate lizard reinforcements coming. This massive fleet they
were engaging was to be their only opponent so long as this didn’t drag on
hours…which it very well could. Right now though the lizards had either been
caught off guard or they were confident that they could do what was necessary
on their own without additional ships.
Remmington didn’t know if they could or not, the
numbers involved
and cancel any damage repair teams until I order otherwise,” he said, finally
rising up out of his chair and choosing to stand as they dove into the enemy
horde. “Expect a pounding.”
And a pounding they got. Like bugs to a bug zapper the
lizard cruisers came, feeling they had an opportunity to damage or destroy the
massive station…and they did, had the crew been inept, but his people weren’t
anything but skilled combat veterans and they had a trailblazer personally
leading this battle, meaning the lizards weren’t going to do squat. That said,
Remmington conceded the fact that his seda might be significantly damaged in
the process, but if that was the case so be it, for it would take that damage
away from the drone fleets that were much more vulnerable.
Paul had them plow directly into the center of the
hundreds of thousands of cruisers ahead of them…something that he didn’t think
the lizards expected. They poured in on them like sand collapsing into a sink
hole, with his seda and the 3 command ships taking the heaviest of the
pounding, most of which came from collisions. But the genius of it all was the
fact that the incoming lizard ships were moving slower than even his seda, and
they couldn’t ram it en mass without making tiny
microjumps. Those jumps couldn’t happen through their own fleet, so they had to
ram it at slower speeds in groups that also had to adjust to the forward
momentum that somehow Paul was succeeding to randomize with constant gravity
drive adjustments to not only the seda but the entire fleet simultaneously.
They moved left, then up, then down and through a
variety of small, yet mathematically significant alterations that did not allow
the lizards to anticipate where they were going to be in order to set up more
damaging assault runs. He was lessening their damage potential with navigation
and forcing the lizards to act more spontaneously…which with their limited life
expectancy kept them from having any veteran commanders, Remmington suspected.
Such newbs , no matter how much genetic knowledge they
were gifted with, would react with less efficiency than commanders who had been
in tense combat multiple times before, not to mention relentless training
simulations that honestly made this level of insane combat feel…familiar.
Once the seda and the command ships made it through
the entire lizard fleet, punching a hole clear through to the other side, the seda’s shields were down to 12% and still taking additional
hits, but rather than run Paul had them come to a dead stop and the command
ships move out like extending flower petals as they turned back on the chasing
enemy that the drones, that had been taking shelter in the mass shadow of the
bigger ships, were now attacking in a frenzy like a bottle of soda that had
been shaken up and held in check up until now. Those tightly packed fleet
formations were exploding outward into the the lizard
fleet and began to eat away at it from the inside as more and more cruisers
continued to pour into the seda’s shields.
The enemy had a choice to make, with it seeming to
want the big station dead. Remmington held his teeth firmly together, knowing
what this would mean. They were the anvil on which the lizard hammer was going
to fall…all the while the smaller fleet of warships were going to devour that
hammer from the handle on up. The only question was how much of his seda would
remain once the shields fell, and how well had Paul calculated the potential
damage.
A quick check of the larger battlemap indicated that
there was no immediate lizard reinforcements coming. This massive fleet they
were engaging was to be their only opponent so long as this didn’t drag on
hours…which it very well could. Right now though the lizards had either been
caught off guard or they were confident that they could do what was necessary
on their own without additional ships.
Remmington didn’t know if they could or not, the
numbers involved
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