Event Attack on Thoth

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  1. Raziel

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    Du ferí da Belte!

    Key information
    Read this as it is closer to the books that show
    • The OPA bring one heavy transport and several armed vessels
    • A number of boarding pods with gimbal mounted chairs prepare to send hundreds of Belters to assault the station.
    • Detailed observations have revealed weapons systems (PDCs and missiles) on the exterior of Thoth Station. A slightly warmer patch of sky suggests there may be stealth vessels in the vicinity. These must be neutralised to allow the landing teams to dock.
    • The priority target for warships is the station's sensor array.
    • The station's main defence is running dark. No active scanning to stay hidden. However, if they activate sensors and weapons at significant range they will decimate the OPA assault.
    • Unknown: the station has significant defences inside. Laser defences can cut down boarders but can be neutralised with gas canisters. Guard towers in the outer levels are well defended. Approximately ⅓ of the guards are armed with non lethal weapons. Scientists who have been turned into sociopaths through magnetic therapy are liable to attack OPA forces with improvised weapons or bare hands.
    • Priority for boarding forces is to move 'up' into the control centre at the center of the station.
    • OPA forces are disorganised, but Fred Johnson taught a great deal about military tactics before his demise.
    • OPA militia have small rank tags to form rough hierarchy
     
  2. Morne du Plessis

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    "Still no sign they've seen us," Du Plessis murmured to no one in particular. There were just ten seats around the deck. The freighter wasn't intended for a large crew. It certainly hadn't been intended to ferry hundreds of volunteer OPA soldiers into battle. He stopped watching the kilometers tick down. No good would come of it. There was a number that they had to reach. The understanding from the sims was that if they didn't reach it before the shooting started then the station would shred them with torpedoes from a distance.

    Instead he turned his attention to his crew. @Souzan Afshani had been a reliable part of the Tycho core since joining on. She was a seasoned spacer and had a good engineering head.

    @Elysia was... well she has defied his expectations by not having tried to murder him or escape yet. Her interest in the situation had grown as she had picked up on details. That made him slightly nervous. There was more to this story and he wanted to see how it played out rather than burying it.

    "If anyone had changed dere minds an' wants to go with da boarding pods speak now," he grunted. Despite his best efforts to ignore it, he turned his attention back to the counter. He grew more anxious at every ten thousand kilometers closer to the target. He wished Fred was here, but he never would be again. That couldn't stop them.

    The UN had tried to shatter them

    Mars had tried to crush them


    The belt would not stop until they were free
     
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  3. Bodhi Xin

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    Guy Molinari
    Breeching Pod 3

    "Cut that out!" Brak said sternly.

    "Sorry," Xin apologised meekly. Their seats were all gimbal mounted on struts that ran down the length of the pod. Xin had found that he could pull a lever to free the movement of the chair before delivering that they were a table football team and doing a spin. With the Molinari under no thrust they were weightless.

    As if on cue, as he shifted the lever all of the seats together changed rotation so that everyone was facing a different wall.

    "What does that mean?" Xin asked.

    "We're getting close. The ship decelerates then we'll spin again before the pods launch. Then one more time as the thrusters fire before impact," Brak explained.

    He sounded so calm, Xin thought to himself. He tried to crane over his shoulder towards the breeching door behind them. The four men closest to that door must have been shitting themselves by now.

    The intercom crackled. "Helmets on."

    Xin turned towards the Martian next to him. He was still bemused by her presence. "Hey, helix. Yuh ever bin in ah fight like dis before?"

    @Gully Foyle
     
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  4. Imèda M

    Imèda M Water Technician

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    Imèda was taken with an almost childish sense of awe as she was given a tour on the Calico Felicett. Se assaulted Ander with a barrage of questions. If anything was clear it was that she likely never set foot on a spaceship before coming to this place. "Hey, what are those blinking thingies? Are those other ships coming to this station?" she asked when they arrived at the radar station of the ship. It showed some distinct burn signatures.

    "Anyways, where will I be working? or should you ask the captain first?" She wondered, completely oblivious to what is actually going on outside. "And when do I get to meet the rest?"

    @FlightAlpha37
     
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  5. FlightAlpha37

    FlightAlpha37 Mastermind behind crew of Calico Felicette

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    Calico Felicette
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    @Imèda M

    "Capt said you can start fixing stuff right now, kinda urgent stuff." Ander take a quick look at his terminal and turn to Imeda with a serious and partially panicked face. "don't forget to get your vac suit ready, she said."

    The ship shaking with clank sound when detaching from New Providence Station when the door open. A man in vac suit and armor entering Imedas room. One is a big guy with military characteristic and another one in armor is long hair man with tools in his hand.

    "We need to fix water system now." Kajiya said, "We are going to raid some obscured station soon, your job is to bring that system back and sit tight. All the rest will be our job"
     
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  6. Niamh O'Rourke

    Niamh O'Rourke Protogen Researcher

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    Thoth Station

    The wide open plazas on Thoth were a testament to the wealth and power that Protogen could boast. There was even greenery there, grass, trees, flowers. It provided a measure of comfort to the Earther employees and had even been of benefit in bolstering morale. The lights were as close to a simulation of natural sunlight as could be achieved. Niamh had issued mandatory recreational times for staff in the plazas and it had been of noticeable benefit in curbing conflict and supporting efficiency rates.

    Not that it had been of significant effect on her researchers. Niamh's mouth twisted into a pout as she made for the holding cell. She'd done her best to manage the population but prison governors on asteroid penal colonies had an easier time than her. Her 'inmates' were too like her. But that meant she knew how to manipulate them.

    She'd just come from the infirmary where a Dr. Tran was under heavy sedation while medical staff attempted to save his left eye. He'd taken numerous cuts to the face when a colleague had attempted to cut off his face with a medical scalpel. Security staff had intervened within thirty seconds but it had been all the time the other scientist had needed to carve flesh off and nick the carotid artery. Niamh reminded herself to commend the guard who'd been smart enough to staunch the bleeding while the others subdued the attacker.

    Dr. Catarina Velasquez was an old friend of sorts. The Brazilian researcher hadn't changed much in the twenty years Niamh had known her. Maybe a few more lines around her eyes and a little more weight but she was still a striking woman. Smooth olive skin and the same pouty expression that she'd used to her advantage through her career. She was seated behind a metal table, hands cuffed in front of her. She seemed remarkably calm for a woman who had nearly bitten her colleague's ear off.

    "Hello Catarina" Niamh said, sitting herself down and clasping her hands in front of her. "You know why I'm here". A curt nod from the dead eyed researcher. They could switch in a moment from robotic drone to ravaging hyena. "I'm very disappointed" Niamh told her, "This is the second incident in as many weeks. You've affected the Project you know". A twitch. Emotional pleas wouldn't work. She'd mourn what she'd done to Dr. Tran no more than she'd have sobbed at pulling the wings off a fly.

    "You've affected our efficiency yet again". Niamh's voice was calm with just a tinge of regret. "You've set us back Catarina". Another twitch, the woman couldn't contain herself, "I have? But I can work-" Niamh cut her off with a wave of her hand. "You've only one brain Catarina and you've ensured we're down another. This is going to affect our efficiency, I know you're smart enough to realise this". Catarina's face was in turmoil. Grievous bodily harm was of no consequence to her but even the setback of a few hours to the Project would have her stomach clenching in despair. In truth her department was on a lower priority rating after Eros but Niamh didn't need to tell her that. It was enjoyable to watch her old adversary squirm.

    "We're part of a team working towards something greater. We can't achieve this alone" a gentle tone, like she was addressing a child. Dr. Velasquez began to plead, to grovel, but Niamh just shook her head sadly. "Catarina. Catarina. Catrina, please" she said, interrupting her with that same calm tone. "You're going to have to be punished for this you know. I did warn you last time". Niamh rose and motioned for the other woman to do the same.

    "Stand facing the wall. You can touch it with your hands" she told her, taking a step back from the table. "I will work harder on the project Miss O'Rourke" Catarina promised, "Please don't remove me from it". "I know you will a cailín, I know you will" Niamh said before she shot her in the left knee.

    Catarina screamed, her leg buckling. Niamh let her fumble for a few seconds, watched as the researcher tried to balance herself on the right leg and against the wall. She let Catarina stabilise herself before she kneecapped her in the other leg. It was a small calibre pistol, useless in combat but fine for unarmoured targets. The bullet tore up the bone, cartilage, and muscle fibres there, causing excruciating agony. Niamh holstered her pistol and took a step forward.

    "Does it hurt?" she asked, her tone regretful. The expression on her face turned savage and she began to kick the screaming doctor. "You stupid, fucking, Basic raised, bitch!" each expletive punctuated by another kick to the ribs, "Stupid, fucking gowl!". On the fourth one Niamh felt something give way under her foot. She stepped back, leaning on the table while she took deep breaths to calm herself. She could taste something in her mouth. She wiped her hand across it, blood. She'd bitten herself in the excitement of it all.

    She checked herself in her makeup mirror to fix herself before hitting the door authorisation code. Two guards nervously entered, looking from the immaculate Project head to the unconscious mess on the floor. "Take her to the infirmary" Niamh ordered before leaving with nary a backward glance.
     
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  7. Ilona Lisowska

    Ilona Lisowska OPA Saboteur

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    Guy Molinari, Breaching Pods

    "Helmets on".

    Ilona obediently grabbed hers from her lap and put it on, the HUD flashing green lights as the seals took hold. They were gearing up for the final approach to the station, a cargo of several hundred Belters and renegades eager for payback. The breaching pods were just modified cargo pods, seats hastily welded in place with one mounted with explosive charges and magnetic clamps. They'd latch onto the station like a limpet and blow a hole in the side. This was going to be worse than Phoebe. At least there they'd had no one waiting for them. Thoth was going to have private security contractors armed to the teeth. Their breaching charge could have them land right in the middle of a crossfire.

    The paramilitary courses on Tycho and New Providence had been administered by a mix of renegade Inners and veteran Belters. They'd done their best to hammer in concepts of cover, supporting and suppressive fire, spreading out, all the hallmarks of modern warfare that a group of thugs, street gangers, and assorted detritus were meant to grasp if they wanted to have any chance of making it through the assault.

    "O kurwa" she moaned as her stomach did a flip flop. Nerves or the ship, she couldn't tell. She just hoped the drugs she'd gotten her hands on would give her an edge. She'd learned her lesson about going into combat with hallucinogens. The combat stims were illegal on most civilised stations but readily available in the underworld. The nervous energy was beginning to filter through. She'd be sleeping for twelve hours straight if she survived this assault.

    Her head shot up at the mention of Star Helix. What were Inya Zakomang doing on a trip like this?!
     
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  8. Imèda M

    Imèda M Water Technician

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    Imèda felt like a bucket of ice cold water was emptied over her head. Out of nowhere everyone was in a frenzy. She found herself employed on a ship while barely having introduced herself to one, let alone the other four. When she was briefed on her task by Ander, on behalf of a captain she never met, her confusion was complete.
    "You got it bossmang," she replied in that typical Belter fashion, by lack of anything better to say. A job was a job right? And right now she was in no position to get picky.

    She was still finishing up putting on her vac suit, which didn't fit all to well on count of being designed for a martian... it even had the MCRN logo on it and all. Naively Imèda dismissed that avenue of thought and go check out the ship's water systems when a metallic clank sounded and was quickly followed by she ship lurching into motion. She almost lost her balance and her stomach once again protested. Fortunately, the meds previously supplied by Ander did prevent her puking in her newly acquired vac-suit.

    In her initial moment of shock, and getting away from the station's artificial gravity, Imèda failed to activate her mag-boots in time and hover helplessly in the air, with no idea how to right herself. She felt a little awkward dangling in the middle of her room when Kajiya entered.
    "A hand please," Imèda asked in shame. "And I might need some help with that, depending on how large the water reclamation system is. Maybe I should first check out... our... water systems to check what's needed." she stated and then seemed to consider another point. "Won't the inhabitants of the station need it though? I really don't want to leave someone dry and stranded in space." She paused for a bit and then smiled. "When do I get to meet the others?"
     
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  9. Oz Sanchez

    Oz Sanchez Belter Militia Pilot

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    Belter Militia Lieutenant Oz Sanchez
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    In Formation alongside Calico Felicette

    Oz sat in his chickenhawk, looking “downwards” into the blackness of space, himself and his tiny craft hanging upside down from the wide flat coupling area of the carrier. Downwards was forwards for him in this instance; it was good to maintain set directions in space, up being whatever was above your head and down being whatever was under your feet. Thinking otherwise was liable to make one space sick and drown in his own suit in vomit. Shitty way to go.

    Looking “up” and to the left, Oz could see Thoth, a massive wheel flaring in the serenity of space. To his further left was a boat identified as Calico Felicette, and directly above him, distant enough for her rockets to look like one bright spot, the OPA freighter leading the assault. They would normally have nothing to do with the OPA, but the Militia joined the fight when word came that it was a Protogen station.

    Ok Beltawoloda,” Oz sqwaked over the comms to his fellow pilots, “your priority targets are the PDCs and misslie pods, we need to make sure the boarding pods make it to the station. You will detach and match speed with the freighter, then on their word you will spearhead and destroy the Station’s defenses. Good hunting. Detach!”

    40 chickenhawks, essentially manned PDC’s with wings, detached from the main carrier, and raising upwards, burned hard as they could without Juice to the freighter.
     
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  10. Elysia

    Elysia Advancement will occur regardless of resistance.

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    This was, by far, the most stressful situation the Belt had subjected her to yet. Space travel itself was unnecessarily nauseating, but coupled with the idea that she might soon be cut into pieces along with every other elongated figure around her, she was thoroughly unhappy with the circumstances at hand. Still, they were the best she could have hoped for, for now. This was undoubtedly better than being on a breaching pod. The size of the freighter gave her a false sense of security, one that she clung to as tightly as she did her armrests. At the dulcet tones of Morne permeating the air, she nodded absently. She definitely preferred updates versus no talking at all, even if it needed to be him.

    There was no comfort in knowing that, again, she would be surrounded by aggressive armed Belters. That had not gone particularly well for her the first time, and she had no guarantee they would not suddenly turn on her. A sharper, more pressing worry was slowly creeping to the front of her mind - that someone on this Protogen station might actually recognise her. She had no idea who was working the station, but she was absolutely certain it had to be a research one like Phoebe. There had been a high turnover when she first took charge of the research facility on Mars, largely because she was trying to prune the useless members of the staff that had been dumped on Lucas. With the distasteful references she had given those workers, she felt safe they would not have returned to work for Protogen, let alone for a dark station like this.

    Still, she attended conferences, went through the motions of networking at them, and had been a lab assistant at another station before Lucas snatched her up. The names and faces of those people were lost to her mind, replaced with more important knowledge, or forgotten altogether, simply because they did not matter. If she could not discriminate her interactions between strangers and potential acquaintances, that may present an issue. Her only hope was that they were all either strangers or the OPA shot them before they could out her. Ruining her cover at this point was an unnecessary setback.

    There was no doubt in her mind the people they would face had undergone the same magnet therapy she had had a taste of. They would not go down easily. She did not envy either side in this battle; large casualties would be likely on either side, but as long as the data remained intact, as long as the scientists' minds were not butchered, their sacrifices would be worthy. That assured advance - that there were so many Belter bodies they could hurl at the problem until it was solved - helped ease the tension in her somewhat.

    "If anyone had changed dere minds an' wants to go with da boarding pods speak now."

    She glances up again, mouth set in a tight line. Her gaze slides over to the others present before snapping back to Morne. "No. I would prefer to stay here." She follow his attention to their arrival countdown, but does not comment. She does not think she could bear to stare at it the way he does. Her attention therefore wanders again, lazily taking in her environment as though it will provide some small distraction from the imminent danger. All it does is remind her of the datacubes she will no doubt be expected to crack, and she is so unsure that she could. With a slight dip between her eyebrows in an otherwise tense expression, she speaks up again. "I stand by my belief that this is a research station. Have you talked to your-" what was a polite word for them? "-comrades-" too Soviet, but whatever "-about not firing off at the research? Or the researchers? I do not mean to offend you, but I was not left with a restrained impression from last time." Tension has inevitably leaked into her tone, despite efforts to keep in neutral, untrained to check it before battle. She has approximately zero faith in these Belters, but she was hardly going to join them on the front lines, either.

    @Morne du Plessis
     
  11. FlightAlpha37

    FlightAlpha37 Mastermind behind crew of Calico Felicette

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    On the way to Thoth station alongside with BME Terminus Est

    "Probably clogged filter" Kajiya hold Imeda hand and pull her upright and when she lean on her heel, magboots activated with click sound, "Seem like it's your first time in space, right?"

    But before Imeda responds, lighting in living quarter changed. From white light to dimmer blue with announcement from ships comm.

    "Battle station, we are going on raid mission" Female sound talking, "Kajiya, make sure Ander and our new member sit tight and strapped securely. We going to have aggressive high-g maneuvering soon. Also have to vent the ship so put on your suit and helmet on"

    "Oh crap..." Kajiya paint a ship name and cat paw print over MCRN logo on Imeda suit while walking back to ops deck, it is his spare suit so he didn't cover the original sign yet, "Don't puke in my suit, ke? And you gonna meet captain soon."

    @Imèda M
     
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  12. Cpt_Buttersworth

    Cpt_Buttersworth Moderating the shipping lanes

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    On Approach to Thoth Station

    As the OPA Freighter slowed in its braking burn towards Thoth, a dark shape emerged from its underside. A vessel painted black slowly detached and after a few moments fired its own drive, pulling away. The convoy began to spread out, larger armed vessels moving ahead and around the vulnerable freighter while the carrier, having launched its small fleet of single-pilot fighters pulled back. The fighters buzzed around the freighter and the Saxon like a swarm of angry mosquitoes. Buttersworth chuckled to himself as one of them flew past the bridge viewport, they legitimately look like someone had stolen several fusion torch drives and welded a PDC to the front.

    "Captain, we are ready to start the maneuver," came the voice of Nate "Douchebag" Dobson from the helm. "Course correction in three...two...one...firing." The already loud rumble of the epstein drive grew to a roar as the Saxon accelerated away from the freighter and its escorting ships. It burned hard towards the outer ring of the spin station, which grew in size from a tiny spec in the distance to a lazily spinning mass of steel in the viewport. The small pinpoints of information were highlights along its hull as the crew worked to identify weapon emplacements and potential docking sites. A large airlock was located on the inner ring of the station, Buttersworth flagged this and attached its location along with the weapon emplacements they had located and transmitted them back to the freighter, and then the rest of the fleet. "Morne, you will need this."

    "Break off the Spitfire." Buttersworth ordered. "Aye Sir, breaking clamps now." Throughout the deck several thumps echoed as small charges detonated, destroying the gear holding the Spitfire onto the Saxon and pushed them away from each other. "Captain Esper, stay close for now, until you see a hostile drive light up we should try and keep up the charade that we are just one ship."

    "Sir, detecting activation of station defences, PDCs are deploying, also detecting a radiation signature on the far side of the st-" THUNK. Where the crewmans chest had existed a moment earlier there was now a gaping hole. The crewman looked down in shock, his eyes bulging in horror before moments later glazing over as he died. The decompression alarm sounded and the roar of atmosphere dominated the bridge. "Helmets on!" Buttersworth roared as he fulled the visor of his own down and locked it in place. "What the hell was that?"

    "Rail gun round Sir, went straight through the bridge, didn't hit any vital systems," came the reply from Rachel, who was out of her crash couch and repairing one of the basketball sized holes in the bulkhead. "Helm, bring us about to face that threat, safeties off all weapon systems. I want a firing solution on whatever hit us."

    "Aye Sir coming about. Spitfire this is Saxon break formation now, we have been targetted by a railgun, Break away and engage!"

    The Saxon spun in space and fired its drive again braking as much as it could before its drive plume threatened the habitation ring. Firing its attitude thrusters it rotated back face the station, now only several kilometres away. "Targetting solution Sir!"

    "Fire." Buttersworth ordered, moments later the distinct vibrations torpedoes being loaded and fired worked their way up through the hull into his suit and eventually to his eardrums. Four torpedoes flung themselves through the ring station towards the hostile vessel on the far side. "Bring us around and get in close quarters."

    "All torpedoes scratched Sir."

    "Get a new firing solution and hit em again crewman!" Buttersworth shouted, groaning as the ship heaved under multiple Gs. As one all the crash couches in the bridge re-orientated as Nate took them tumbling in between the spokes of the habitation ring and right up against the sleek, angular hull of a warship that took Buttersworth breath away. The vessel, unlike the Saxon that was simply painted black, was built for stealth. It's aggressive, angular hull was designed to deflect radar, ladar and other modern scanning techniques. It glowed with a baleful blue light, and seemed to rear up in a threat display as the Saxon tumbled past it. Its nose began to glow with a harsh white light then immediately dispersed as it fired its rail-gun again, this time striking one of the large armour plates on the dorsal side of the Saxon before bouncing off wildly into the void, the deck lurched but the damage was minimal. "Let 'em have it!" Buttersworth ordered, watching as the PDCs of his ship tore into the sleek design of the stealth corvette.

    @Morne du Plessis @Esper
     
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  13. Niamh O'Rourke

    Niamh O'Rourke Protogen Researcher

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    Thoth Station

    Niamh strode through the plaza, flanked by a quartet of guards. Warning klaxons sounded all across the station. Protogen security personnel ran to preassigned defensive stations. Combat barricades were set up at intersections and other strategic blocking points while access hatches not needed were sealed. Niamh’s hand was to her earpiece as she authorised the activation of Thoth’s defences. Missile batteries, PDCs, and gauss cannons all came to life, the station lighting up on sensors as it began to actively scan for targets.


    “We’ve picked up multiple craft on approach to the station”. Stenent’s normally calm tones were rattled. “We’ve optics on a large freighter, a frigate, as well as numerous smaller craft”. Niamh swore, “I want our interceptors on the frigate. Clear the station batteries to fire at targets of opportunity”. “Understood, I’ve authorised Case Vermillion”.


    Niamh muttered something. “Ma’am?”. “I want you to pull the guards from the research teams”. Silence at the other end, the idea of leaving the psychopaths unguarded and at their backs...Niamh moved to explain, “We don’t have the time to risk disrupting them by moving them from their work. Pull the guards out and order the labs sealed. With luck they won’t even realise anything has even happened.” There were preparing for the worst case scenario, repelling boarders. They couldn’t afford security to babysit the research team. Moving them could just provoke a bloodbath.


    She was en route to the control centre, as far away as possible from the messy close quarters brawl that was threatening to spill onto the station. Boarding actions were always bloody. UN Marines trained with the expectation of minimum sixty percent casualties when assaulting a hostile target. No one wanted to be moving down unfamiliar metal corridors with the enemy bushwhacking you at every corner and intersection.

    Niamh passed through another access hatchway and paused to seal it behind her. I thought I’d left this all behind me once I’d made it above middle management. Her smooth strides took her up the carpeted ramp and into the ops centre. Nervous looking technicians manned consoles. Niamh didn't offer any words of criticism or encouragement, she just folded her arms to study the tactical screen as the attackers drew closer to the station. Niamh was no admiral, she'd leave the micromanagement to Captain Stenent.
     
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  14. Rachel Lei

    Rachel Lei Gunner on the NPS Kanyari

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    Klaxons blared and warning lights flashed on the bridge as a shower of sparks washed over Rachel Lei's crash couch. Their brawl with the stealth corvette had cost them significantly more than expected. The main reactor had almost immediately been knocked out, forcing them to switch over to the two backup reactors that normally powered the maneuvering systems. She old girl had taken a beating and a large gash in its side leaked atmosphere, coolant, sparks and the occasional body. Still the ship fought on, playing a high stakes game of cat and mouse through the spokes of the habitation ring of the station.

    The stealth ship had also taken a beating, its camouflage suite was completely offline meaning they could no longer hide from the sensors of the Saxon nor the rest of the OPA fleet. However it was smaller, faster and more agile than the Saxon and every few minutes another stream of PDC rounds would rattle through the decks, bringing with them another stream of warnings and alarms. To make matters worse the station defences were now catching up to them, and every time they poked their heads out of the ring, dozens of PDC turrets rotated and opened fire. "We need to get out of this, we are pinned down. The only way we are not dead yet is because the core of the station is between us and that frigate," Rachel shouted over the alarms, tapping furiously at her console. "Saxon to Militia fighters, we need you to move in and take on those PDCs so we can re-engage the stealth ship. We are currently pinned down between the station core and the hab ring."

    Rachel watched the view-port with a grin as the other attack ships started engaging, explosions of light and gas blossomed across the hull of the station, taking PDC turrets and missile pods with them, however it seemed for every weapon emplacement destroyed, two more sprouted from the hull in their place. As Rachel watched, it seemed their moment was approach, however just as she was about to give the order to accelerate out of their hiding place, a section of nearby hull retracted and a compact missile pod deployed. "Kaka felota, evasive maneuvers!" Rachel roared, moments later she was sucked into her crash couch as the Saxon launched itself away from the missile pod, a dozen exhaust trails from the missiles tailing them closely. "PDCs, take them out!"

    "Working on it!" Came the reply from the weapons station as two crewmen wrestled with the controls as the deck heaved and bucked beneath them. A moment later the deck lurched sickeningly, alerts for a second rail-gun round penetration danced across her console. "Pashang this is getting nasty, how many ships are out there?"

    "Still only counting one bandit...there's a gauss cannon on the station uh...wait...scratch that there are two incoming bandits, braking burns detected, they must have been hiding behind a nearby rock. Counting three bandits in total in the AO."

    "Captain? Your orders?"


    "Engage the destroy the targets XO, same as before." Behind the Saxon the first stealth ship was in hot pursuit. Opening up with its PDCs it strafed back and forth across the Saxons engines, which answered turn by killing its drive, flipping around and bringing its keel mounted rail-gun to bear. With a puff of gas and crackling energy, the tungsten round erupted from the Saxon and pierced the stealth ship from stem to stern, a moment later it shattered completely as its reactor containment bottle ceased to exist, being replaced with a steadily expanding cloud of super-heated plasma.

    "Scratch one bandit, two more on approach,"
    Rachel said, triumphantly, "All ships engage the station until those bandits come within firing range!"

    @Oz Sanchez
     
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  15. Oz Sanchez

    Oz Sanchez Belter Militia Pilot

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    When the order came down, Oz grinned a Savage toothy smile. “All ChIckenhawks, move to intercept those PDCs, advance!” As one, the squadron of chickenhawks boosted forward, executing a complex pattern of strafes and rolls, making themselves more difficult for the cannons to hit. Still, three Chickenhawks were destroyed before they began their strafing runs, two exploded outright, the third one, in a fluke of luck, exploded and flung the pilot into one of the PDCs at furious speeds, destroying the with his body.

    Beginning their run, they strafed the first sector of the defensive perimeter, aiming for a large bank of PDCs and a torpedo pod, and losing four more pilots in the process. Coming back around for another run, another pilot squawked:

    “All Militia, interceptors incoming!”

    Looking to his left and seeing the fast movers getting close to the freighter, Oz said: “5 on me, the rest continue the mission!” The six pilots broke off from the main formations and sped towards the interceptors, unleashing whithering fire at them.

    At the same time, the Terminus Est, still maneuvering into firing range, banked hard right and unleashed a torpedo directly at the Station’s central axis, hoping to stop the rotation and disable Thoth.
     
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  16. FlightAlpha37

    FlightAlpha37 Mastermind behind crew of Calico Felicette

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    Calico Felicette
    Approaching Thoth Station

    It was fast and violent.

    Few second after vent the ship, Kajiya watch Spitfire detaching from Saxon. Then some weird thing happened. A line of light shot straight through Saxon hull. Comm lit up with shouting and screaming. He starring at the screen as they got visual from Saxon and Spitfire.

    That's the ship that kill Donnager

    Seem like Saxon is fine as it cornered and blow up one stealth into supernova, two left. Some high speed debris flying straight to them. Small debris is not a problem but bigger one would be a big deal even with Calicos reinforced shield. Another bigger problem is now they are also being targey locked by station PDCs. Small reinforced shielding being knocked by debris and fly away showing real color of the ship.

    "Take down station PDCs and destroy target!" Vera ordered, "Incoming attack"

    State of the art martian drive firing. Calico Felicette take evasive maneuvering and two PDCs pop from the side. The ship shaking as it fly straight through debris field and firing at stations PDCs pod. From visual, most of PDC round boucne off the outer wall of the station.

    "Missed!" Vera grunt when Kajiya evaded another wave of bullet, "torpedo launched!"

    Seem like they both have the same target in their mind. MCRN torpedo fly straight to station axis together with another one from Terminus Est. But before anyone can do anything-----

    CLANK

    Calico Felicette get hit at starboard side by station PDC. Busted water pipe and poke a hole on reinforced hull.

    @Imèda M @Cpt_Buttersworth @Esper
    @Oz Sanchez
     
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  17. Cpt_Buttersworth

    Cpt_Buttersworth Moderating the shipping lanes

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    Buttersworth watched in horror as not one but two torpedoes slammed into the central core of the station, shattering it and sending blossoms of debris in every direction. "Evasive action!" Buttersworth called, gripping the armrest as the ship banked to avoid a huge chunk of twisted, red hot metal and tumbled past them. "Jesus Christ these trigger happy belters are gonna kill us all," He muttered under his breath. The Captain keyed the microphone built into his helmet.

    "All attack ships, do not fire torpedoes at the station, disable or destroy its defences. We are landing assault teams on the station and it still needs spin gravity for them to mount a proper assault. I say again, halt your torpedo launches on the station, focus on its defences. Save your torpedoes for the incoming stealth ships. Saxon out."

    The Captain pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. "Hows the station faring?"

    The XO, Rachel Lei looked back at him briefly with an amused look before replying. "The stations central column took two direct hits, luckily its reactor seems...to be online, massive power fluctuations across the entire station though, life support seems to be holding as is structural integrity. Beltalowda build these things tough, though it wont survive another hit. If another torpedo hits it the whole thing will unravel and this whole assault would have been for nothing."

    "Aye, lets hope the other ships follow their orders..." He mumbled, as he opened a bulb of beer and took a swig. "Come about, plot firing solutions for those interceptors, I don't want them anywhere near the freighter."

    @Oz Sanchez @FlightAlpha37
     
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  18. Morne du Plessis

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    Guy Molinari
    500km from spin station

    By contrast the freighter could not decelerate like the other ships without being torn apart. They had a relatively calm 1G deceleration.

    "I know," he said to @Elysia. It wasn't the same thing as telling her that they would be more restrained. The station was armed and had protection, but it might just contain all of the evidence they needed to understand what was going down and to absolve the OPA of all blame.

    His screen was filled with noise as signals splashed off the vessels that danced around the station.

    "We are five minutes out. We need a clear run!" He called out to all vessels.

    [​IMG]

    "We're being targeted!" Karl shouted over the din. "Incoming torpedoes."

    A PDC only had a few kilometres of range and a torpedo could accelerate well beyond what any human could survive for more than a few seconds. A number of red streaks appeared on Morné's display. The Molinari had almost no defences. He hoped the militia had left some of their one man pods around or they were in trouble.

    "Drop those containers of chaff, hit them with every signal we have to try and throw them off!" Du Plessis shouted.

    He opened a channel to all ships.

    "Molinari here, get dat fooking sensor dish on da station destroyed two minutes ago!"
     
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  19. Imèda M

    Imèda M Water Technician

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    "You're right, this is my first time in space," she admitted honestly while clasping the straps suspending her in her chair tightly. "And I'll try to hold myself together!" she promised weakly.

    When everything started flying, so did Imèda's promise, right out the window, the vac suit would be smelling for a long, long time after this raid was over.

    "KETING PASHANG,"
    she exclaimed upon the ship taking evasive maneuvers from the debris headed their way. Normal space travel was torment, this was three orders of magnitude beyond that. Cursing turned into something that vaguely resembled prayer when a metallic sound announced the ship being hit with something, she just wished for all to be over quickly... and to survive this misery.

    @FlightAlpha37
     
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  20. Esper

    Esper Captain of the Spitfire

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    There's always something. It itches at the back of her mind like a long forgotten secret, scratching just beneath the surface, begging to let out. Esper had learned to trust such instincts. To trust that whatever it was, it was going to be important.

    She twitched a smile, glancing downward at the crew below her. The crew that had been provided was better than she expected. They had listened when she told them to wait, when she told them to wait to engage or even fire up the drive. Sure, they swore up and down at her in that strange belter tongue of theirs, but they obeyed. She supposed they'd deal with her later, probably accuse her of cowardice. But that's not what this was. She knew now what she had been waiting for.

    "Engineering, I want that drive HOT. Get us steady! We're within range, get that Sensor dish targeted!"

    The Spitfire had been a piece of shed plating, or a canister of trash for all she cared. But now it was several hundred tons of pure 'I'm gunna fuck up your shit'.

    "Abou' fuckin' time wel wala!" Someone shouted over the coms. She laughed inside her helmet. Her HUD displayed they had a target lock.
    "Fire the torpedo!"
    "Torpedo away!"
    "Ready number two, I want a second flyer ASAP!"


    With everything going on, it was a cluster of reds and greens on her screen. Fast movers flying every which way. Her little chunk of space had been relatively quiet until they fired up. This was what she had been waiting for. The small quiet secret that wanted out from the back of her mind. A chance to get a surprise hit.

    With a flare up that surprised her, the sensor dish became a dazzling display of slag, spraying out in every direction and glowing white hot. Their first launch had hit. Woops and cheers from below garnered her another smile of satisfaction. Maybe now they'd appreciate her decision a little bit, but they didn't have the time to think about it.

    Battle still raged.
     
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