JUPITER The Right Ship in the Wrong Place

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  1. Karen Ashoka

    Karen Ashoka Patrolling the Slow Zone

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    Karen smirked at Bucks response, “and I’d expect nothing less. Okay so you are both obviously not fuckups, this bird is worth too much for that. You didn’nt have any major infractions on your files when I reviewed them so maybe...hopefully...the brass have finally assigned me a crew worth of this ship.” She extended the bottle of amber liquid across the table and poured a small amount into Liz and Bucks cups, “I’ll cheers to those odds,” she held up her own up in the centre of the table.
     
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  2. Liz Ritter

    Liz Ritter Engineer on the MCRN Atrax

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    Liz looked at Karen carefully, then raised her glass.
    This ship might not be a home, and this crew might not be a family, she thought. But as long as there's whiskey, I'll stay.
    “Thanks, girlfriend," she said with a grin. "To the Atrax, and to the Martian Republic."
    She drank her shot and felt the liquid warm her throat and belly.
     
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  3. Karen Ashoka

    Karen Ashoka Patrolling the Slow Zone

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    "Aye, to the Atrax" Karen echoed, downing the drink in a gulp and standing up. "If either of you wants it, now is the best to get some rack time. We're gonna be pretty busy when we approach the Daedalus." She left the galley, mag-boots echoing behind her.

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    Several hours later

    Karen was back in her crash couch going over mission reports and sensor readings. Outside, the storms of Jupiter had receded as they steadily gained altitude and broke away from the Gas Giant's gravity well, heading towards Europa. Even in space she could see that the Moon was being fought over, occasionally a tiny pinprick of blue-white light would blossom as a ship was destroyed, followed by tiny telltale trails of torpedoes and PDCs. Flicking on the radio, she tuned it into the Daedalus and Martian joint frequency.

    "-mayday mayday, we are hit, oxygen is running out fast, several crew injured, MCRN Dawn-"

    "-hold tight Dawn, Icarus two is inbound-"

    "-they're everywhere, they got hundreds of torpedoes heading right towar-"

    "sailor get off this channel, this is required for resu-"

    "-help us please! We're dying! Our ships been hit! The reactor bottles cracked, please hel-"

    "-CRN Lone Star closing in on UNN forces, first salvo away, secon-"

    The chaos of battle echoed through the cockpit, the rescue fleet trying its best to salvage the Martians fleet lead to hundreds of terrified, desperate voices overlapping on the channel. Karen forced herself to listen to it. This was where they were heading, this was their next fight and they needed to make a difference or die trying.
     
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  4. Ailbe Bynes

    Ailbe Bynes Captain

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    "Sailor get off this channel, this is required for rescue!", commanded the stressed voice of LCDR Bannockburn with that Texas twang of an accent over the channel.

    The Calabolg was at the edge of the conflict even so walls of lead flowed around her as if she were the daughter of an angry porcu-badger prodded one too many times. Vibrant blue explosions, miniature supernova detonated off her bow and starboard side.

    "Clear the channel Phelps and answer them on assigned ship channels. Rescue is coming," commanded the stern voice of the ship commander, Captain Ailbe Bynes. There was no reply to the order but LT Evelyn Phelps immediately started to hail separate ships over their alternate channels.

    "Petrov. Silo one and two fire to interfere on designated incoming torpedo groups alpha, beta, charlie, delta. Norton. Silo three and four on targets designated zulu, yankee." Both operators gave an affirmative after each command was issued and thumps issued as torpedoes were flung across the void. "Gutierrez and Bannockburn I need you on tug control. Reel what's left of the Dawn back. We are pushing forward to give her cover. New heading..."
     
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  5. Buck Bardsley

    Buck Bardsley MCRN Lieutenant

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    He gulped down the whiskey. "To Mars, fuck the UNN."

    A bit of workout time would've been nice but that was very hard to do without weight so instead he went into the crew quarters. There were three small bunks in there. He chose the one that didn't seem to be taken, stored his few personal belongings in a empty locker and "lay" into the bunk. Without the securing straps that he hadn't put on he slowly drifted in his bunk.

    There he lay, eventually sleep came upon him.

    ...

    Ashoka's voice blaring through the internal comms ripped him out of his calm sleep. His eyes opened and he realized he was drifting in the middle of the room. To his surprise he didn't seem to have hurt himself while drifting completely freely.

    He turned his madboots to maximum and slowly drifted towards the floor. After a few seconds he made contact with the metal plates of the floor. Before heading for the ops deck he turned the setting of his magboots down a bit so he could walk properly without turning it into a massive exercise.

    ...

    @Liz Ritter @Karen Ashoka
     
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  6. Karen Ashoka

    Karen Ashoka Patrolling the Slow Zone

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    “Saddles up cowboys!” Karen shouted her her shoulder just as several alerts began blaring in the cockpit and ops decks. They had been burning at a relatively high rate since leaving Jupiters orbit and were closing on the battle over Europa quickly.

    It did not take long for the UNN battle group to detect the Atrax and lock onto it with several targeting lasers however so far they had not laughed any torpedoes. Karen began locking down the ship, pulling her helmet down and closing the air locks between the ops deck, cockpit and other cabins before venting them of any atmosphere.

    “Picking targets,” she heard the voice of Buck crackle over the team channel. “Three targets designated.” Karen hit the accelerator and was smashed into her crash couch, a full rumbling filling her ears as the Atrax mighty power plant and drive answered her commands and generated huge amounts of energy. “Roger that beginning attack run,” she relied, barrel rolling the corvette and sending it down into the fray.

    The Atrax shot through the UNN lines, on a vericle approach vector that gave them a massive firing angle but also made them vulnerable for a short period as they passed through the tightly packed ships. “Missiles away,” Buck announced as several thumps echoed up through Karen’s suit followed by half a dozen points of light they shot ahead of the corvette and slammed into the side of three already partially damaged and burning UNN ships.

    “Fast movers incoming!” Liz shouted as a new series of alarms cheerfully interjected. “Deploying countermeasures,” Karen responded, flicking a switch releasing a cloud of glittering chaff behind the Atrax as it thundered back towards Martian lines.
     
  7. Brandon Keener

    Brandon Keener Caipora Captain

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    Brandon was hot, he´d bored himself to death over the last few days. Now there was finally some action. After Ganymede, his unit had been transferred to a new ship that had been sent to Europa to intercept an MCRN Battlegroup.

    When the battle began he and his team had taken their positions in the hangar of the ship. There they´d waited standing ready for the case of boarding action. While he sat there, strapped into a crash couch inside of a UNN breaching pod he once again checked the seals of his armor. Breaching pods always made him nervous, they were cramped and the thought of only a few centimeters of metal and ceramics separating him from the cold and dangerous void.

    "Pod Number 3, prepare for boarding action. Launch in 10 seconds."

    Around him, the 15 other marines checked their weapons and seals for the last time. His own rifle was loaded and ready, his sidearm was loaded and secured in his holster. The armor he was wearing was a specialized version made for TARAS Commandos. It didn´t quite have the quality of martian marine armor, but it was as close as it would get for the UNMC.

    He straightened his armor and leaned back. The black visor of his helmet made the area around him calmly dark.

    "Launch in 10...9...8...7....6...5...4...3....2....1..0" when the voice counted to zero they all felt as if they were weighing 5 times their weight.

    Adrenalin was rushing through him, fear was crawling underneath his skin, but it was numbed by excitement.

    Suddenly his HUD flicked on. Over it was running information about their mission assignment. His team was to board the MCRN Calabolg and attempt to take it´s CIC. Additionally, they had been ordered to sabotage a few key systems.

    If he´d been able to he would´ve rubbed his hands at that task. Taking a ships CIC was a near-suicidal job and not many marines would be excited at that, but for him, it was just another challenge. Another opportunity to prove his abilities.

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    @Ailbe Bynes
     
  8. Ailbe Bynes

    Ailbe Bynes Captain

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    The Caladbolg struck one previously undamaged UNN destroyer with a torpedo, disabling it's main drive. The fast attack cruiser had a couple of near misses herself.

    A MRCN corvette joined the fast attack cruiser. "Icarus to Caladbolg. We're your escort," came a male voice over one of the channels. "Caladbolg to Icarus. Good copy," LT Phelps squawked back. The fast attack cruiser was not moving at a steady acceleration or in a constant direction. She was jinking and rolling constantly to present the best angles of defense for oncoming missiles. The whole crew was strapped down and her cargo secured. Juice coursed through their veins. In addition to the corvette two AS-111 Longtails took up flanking positions behind the fast-attack cruiser.

    "Tug Dawn on this heading," commanded Ailbe as his fingers flew across his terminal. "Captain? You see that?" asked LT Petrov. Ailbe refrained from commenting on the mass of missiles that was headed their way. "I see it," he said in acknowledgement. LT Norton spoke right after. "Breaching pods on approach after from same direction." Ailbe gritted his teeth after Petrov performed pretty harsh maneuver without warning. Three more torpedoes detonated off the cruiser's bow. "Their not in CQB. No way those pods will make it under our guns," commented LCDR Bannockburn.

    He acted cool, calm, and collected. It was a far cry from what he was actually feeling. "The missiles are a screening action for the pods," he said. '...or the pods are empty and/or filled with explosives,' he thought. "Norton. Clear previous designations. Prepare tubes one through ten to counter screen on missile groups designated Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta, Echo, and Foxtrot," his fingers flew across his terminal. "Petrov. No maneuvers until mark. Set heading, at 5G for ten seconds, and flip to second heading to repeat." he commanded as he entered the new headings. "Got it sir," replied Petrov. "Fire the rest on target designated Zulu, previous crippled destroyer," said Ailbe and Petrov acknowledged.

    "Gunny. We may have some unwelcome company on-board here soon. Just a heads up. Stay seated for now. Still got some hard maneuvers before that." The reply the captain got voiced that they understood in a deep and grizzled Texas accent. Thumps issued as torpedoes were launched and while some flew across the vast expanse that separated enemies some remained close and ready to deploy, moving with the ship in a strange synchronised ballet.

    Seconds ticked by, each second like a full minute. Ailbe was concentrating on his terminal. "Send the screen." The ten torpedoes shot away from the cruiser in a broad and ever expanding circle to their designated incoming missile groups. Moments later the space between the now sworn enemies looked like a vibrant display of miniature star sent supernova. "Mark." The cruiser turned on in axis and shot vertically, down from the plane upon which the majority of the enemy torpedoes and the drop pods where traveling on. He grunted as if the wind had been knocked out of him.

    The drops pods, blind as they went through a wall of explosions would be met with a ship that was no longer where they thought it would be and a wall of depleted uranium and tungsten, a proverbial iron curtain express delivered by as many of the sixteen Nariman Dynamics 40mm PDCs that could get even a half decent firing solution on the approaching pods with extreme prejudice. The four missiles that made it through the screen where obliterated by the Icarus's PDCs, the smaller ship having performed the same maneuver. Boarding actions were indeed a near-suicidal job.

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  9. Brandon Keener

    Brandon Keener Caipora Captain

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    The only clue they got that told them the enemy had taken countermeasures was the radio call all breaching pods received.

    "Catfish to breaching pods, you´ve got torps incoming."

    The pods started to shake heavily right after that.

    Suddenly a streak of PDC rounds shot through the pods. There was no atmosphere to be vented, but three marines suddenly had holes in their upper bodies. Another one got a nasty hit on his right leg. Not giving them any time to rest the pod's automatically stirring control used the RCS thrusters to balance out the hit and adjust to the new enemy position.

    Now the pods were taking up as much velocity as possible to breach the enemies iron curtain without more hits.

    Brandon used the eye-tracking of his helmet to switch his HUD to a tactical view. Three-fourths of the breaching pods were lost and most of the remaining ones had been knocked to far off course to still hit their target. Only his and two other pods had managed to survive the initial attack and achieve a stable enough course to their enemies new position.

    "More for us then," he said to himself, smiling.

    That was the last thing he said during their next attempt. After that, the new course and additional acceleration smashed him into the crash couch like a block of steel had been put on his chest.

    The new attack vector was better than the last one. The pods were now using the little corvette as a sort of screen so the bigger Raptor-Class couldn´t get a good firing angle on them. They were hit by PDC salvos two more times and three more marines died in the fire, but that was a far better statistic than what they could´ve expected if the Caladblog had gotten the opportunity to fire at them.

    The new course required them to shoot past closely to the Icarus Corvette, to increase the chances of his comrades the last remaining marine of one of the pods had taken remote control and instead of attempting a pointless breaching action had plotted a course and an acceleration that would smash his pod into the Corvette before the two remaining pods shot past it.

    When their pods made contact with the Fast-Attack Cruiser the rapid movement almost made Brandon faint, only his extensive modification, superior physique, and hard training kept him from blacking out like his comrades.

    As they hit the ship and breaching charges were activated another shot of the juice was inserted into his system. Around him, the other marines woke up and prepared for the boarding action.

    ....

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  10. Karen Ashoka

    Karen Ashoka Patrolling the Slow Zone

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    The Atrax soared and ducked between MCRN ships as they launched salvos of torpedoes and barrages of PDC rounds downrange towards the approaching UNN fleet. The Atrax was now a primary target, a high priority to destroy as it would be seen as a massive propaganda boost to have taken down one of Mars' brand new high tech war machines on its first tour in the field. Karen Ashoka however, knew how to fly the Atrax expertly and practically whispered so it as it barrel-rolled around the side of a Donnager-class battleship, looped underneath it and unleashed a screen of PDC rounds into a line of incoming UNN torpedoes, detonating them harmlessly out in the void.

    The Martian battlegroup was holding its ground. Europa, even though populated primarily by Belters, was a UNN staging ground, and the longer the Martians could disrupt their operations the better. They had worn down the garrison stationed there from almost a dozen warships to four heavy vessels remaining. These were now being targetted heavily by the battlegroup despite heavy losses of their own.

    Spurred on by the arrival of Atrax, the Martians renewed their assault, a collective cheer echoing through the bridges of the various vessels as another UNN ship disappeared inside a blue/white sphere of steadily expanding plasma, its reactor pierced in multiple places. Just as Karen was about to bring the Atrax around for another bombing run, the display to her right began spooling out new information from Mars CentCom back on Persephone Base, as well as uplinked communications from the Providence Rescue Fleet which had spent the last several days rescuing and salvaging Martians around Jupiter.

    - Priority-one, Centcom for Europa task force: UNN Reinforcements are en-route to Europa. Probably of survival in upcoming engagement 3.5%. Task force is to withdraw to Callisto and reinforce the fleet gathering there. All MCRN ships are to ensure the survival of the Providence Rescue Fleet, they carry over a thousand wounded sailors.
    - Providence Rescue Fleet to MCRN Europa Task Force: We are withdrawing now, course laid in for Callisto rendezvous. Cover our exit.


    Karen watched with a sour expression as the massive bulk of the Daedelus, the Belter support cruiser that had been contracted to salvage Martian vessels and rescue stranded sailors reorientated itself, along with the two rescue corvettes flanking it, and ignited its massive array of epstein drives. The rest of the Martian fleet reacted the same, allowing the Daedalus and Icarus 1 & 2 to put some space between them and the battle, before also firing their drives and burning for Callisto. Soon after, Karen had had no choice but to follow them, keeping the Atrax tucked up close to the side of the mighty Donnager-class that was covering the fleets retreat.

    Soon all that was left was twisted burning wrecks, tumbling chaotically in space.
     
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