frostytheplebe
Seventh Part of the Seal
I don't know about anyone else, but I would have loved to be one of the pilots to fly off the Concordia in her last hours! Laying in my bunk all worn out and battle weary from our close call at the BoT. The scar above my eye still burns as though my Sabre's HUD had just blown up in my face. The barracks look like they haven't been cleaned in years. The lockers are all dented, the walls are badly burned, and some furnature is turned over. "We really took a lot of hits," I think to myself as I slowly drift off to sleep.
Next thing I know, I'm awakened by the sound of Edmond's Star Trek: TNG-computer-like voice, "All hands battle stations! This is not a drill, the Concordia is under attack!" I shoot straight up, jump out of my bed, and I race to the flight deck, my hands shaking, thinking, "What now? How much more of a beating can this old bird take!?"
I make it to the flight deck as the engineer finalizes the check on my rapier. The flight deck is in as much disarray as the barracks. I climb into one of the last rapiers on available (most of the other compliment has been replaced with aging fighters like the ones found on the Victory) and quickly launch into space. No sooner do I pull away from the Concordia's com tower and off the beaten and burned flight deck and into space. On my wing are a few various types of old fighters. Just as we make formation, our fighters are jumped by enemy attackers.
My radar lights up like a christmas tree with multiple enemies counting several fighters and two cruisers. Stingray takes command of one wing, and I have the other. We manage to blow through the fighter waves, but our ships are running out of ordinance.
Blue and red beams of energy go shooting past my ship heading for the Concordia. Suddenly Edmond's voice comes over the Com, "Mayday, mayday, this is the TCS Concordia, we are taking heavy fire."
One wing heads in and commences bombing runs on the lead cruiser. Though they weren't successful in destroying her, she takes enough damage to force a retreat.
Again my wing manages to knock out the attacking fighters. But the Concordia has taken too much damage. Again Major Edmond comes on the Com, "Alpha wing we have a situation down here, we need you to land immediately!"
My wing comes in, once we land, Major Edmond informs us that the Concordia is losing power and is being evacuated. Two of my pilots are ordered to pilot the evac shuttles carrying personel, while I am ordered to launch again in your rearmed fighter and escort them to saftey. "I can't believe it, its actually happening... the Concordia is dying..."
Suddenly, another AM blast hits the flight deck, rendering one launcher inopperable. We quickly launch out the other before fires engulf the entire flight deck. We pull away far enough to be out of the line of fire, but out of the corner of my eye I watch as, remarkably, the Concordia is still firing! Then another COM comes through to all ships, its Major Edmond, still on the Concordia, "To all ships, life support is failing, escape systems are offline, the captain is going to attempt to knock out the last cruiser. All pilots stand clear, I repeat, all pilots stand clear!"
I think to myself, "The Concordia is a wreck, how is she going to... wait, is he seriously going to try to fire the PTC!?"
No sooner do I think that, when a large ray of light eminates from the keel of the Concordia, and the Kilrathi cruiser errupts in flames. The remaining fighters pull out in full retreat. Throughout the ranks, I could hear the cheers of my fellow pilots and crew. Cheers that are quickly silenced by Major Edmond's voice coming over the com one last time, "Mayday, Mayday, this is the Concordia, that last shot knocked out our stabalizers. I repeat; Mayday, Mayday we have been hit hard and we are going down! See you in hell... EEEEIIIIIIIIIIII!!!"
I watch as the burning hulk that was my home blazes through the atmosphere, "Theres nothing more we can do for them... God be with them... All ships, form up, we're moving out."
A few hours later, I land on the TCS Ajax, a detachment from the 3rd fleet to investigate the distress call. After a painful debriefing and a short time of resting, I board an old Hellcat V and participate in the search for the Concordia's wreckage and survivors. Suddenly, we get a fix on Paladin and Maverick's location, and head to those coordinates. In a few moments, we see the remains of our ship. We do a quick observation pass, but its obvious that no one survived. I sigh as I feel my eyes welling up, "Theres nothing more we can do here, return to base, I'll see you on the flight deck..."
Yeah I've thought about this for quite a while. Lemme know what you think.
Next thing I know, I'm awakened by the sound of Edmond's Star Trek: TNG-computer-like voice, "All hands battle stations! This is not a drill, the Concordia is under attack!" I shoot straight up, jump out of my bed, and I race to the flight deck, my hands shaking, thinking, "What now? How much more of a beating can this old bird take!?"
I make it to the flight deck as the engineer finalizes the check on my rapier. The flight deck is in as much disarray as the barracks. I climb into one of the last rapiers on available (most of the other compliment has been replaced with aging fighters like the ones found on the Victory) and quickly launch into space. No sooner do I pull away from the Concordia's com tower and off the beaten and burned flight deck and into space. On my wing are a few various types of old fighters. Just as we make formation, our fighters are jumped by enemy attackers.
My radar lights up like a christmas tree with multiple enemies counting several fighters and two cruisers. Stingray takes command of one wing, and I have the other. We manage to blow through the fighter waves, but our ships are running out of ordinance.
Blue and red beams of energy go shooting past my ship heading for the Concordia. Suddenly Edmond's voice comes over the Com, "Mayday, mayday, this is the TCS Concordia, we are taking heavy fire."
One wing heads in and commences bombing runs on the lead cruiser. Though they weren't successful in destroying her, she takes enough damage to force a retreat.
Again my wing manages to knock out the attacking fighters. But the Concordia has taken too much damage. Again Major Edmond comes on the Com, "Alpha wing we have a situation down here, we need you to land immediately!"
My wing comes in, once we land, Major Edmond informs us that the Concordia is losing power and is being evacuated. Two of my pilots are ordered to pilot the evac shuttles carrying personel, while I am ordered to launch again in your rearmed fighter and escort them to saftey. "I can't believe it, its actually happening... the Concordia is dying..."
Suddenly, another AM blast hits the flight deck, rendering one launcher inopperable. We quickly launch out the other before fires engulf the entire flight deck. We pull away far enough to be out of the line of fire, but out of the corner of my eye I watch as, remarkably, the Concordia is still firing! Then another COM comes through to all ships, its Major Edmond, still on the Concordia, "To all ships, life support is failing, escape systems are offline, the captain is going to attempt to knock out the last cruiser. All pilots stand clear, I repeat, all pilots stand clear!"
I think to myself, "The Concordia is a wreck, how is she going to... wait, is he seriously going to try to fire the PTC!?"
No sooner do I think that, when a large ray of light eminates from the keel of the Concordia, and the Kilrathi cruiser errupts in flames. The remaining fighters pull out in full retreat. Throughout the ranks, I could hear the cheers of my fellow pilots and crew. Cheers that are quickly silenced by Major Edmond's voice coming over the com one last time, "Mayday, Mayday, this is the Concordia, that last shot knocked out our stabalizers. I repeat; Mayday, Mayday we have been hit hard and we are going down! See you in hell... EEEEIIIIIIIIIIII!!!"
I watch as the burning hulk that was my home blazes through the atmosphere, "Theres nothing more we can do for them... God be with them... All ships, form up, we're moving out."
A few hours later, I land on the TCS Ajax, a detachment from the 3rd fleet to investigate the distress call. After a painful debriefing and a short time of resting, I board an old Hellcat V and participate in the search for the Concordia's wreckage and survivors. Suddenly, we get a fix on Paladin and Maverick's location, and head to those coordinates. In a few moments, we see the remains of our ship. We do a quick observation pass, but its obvious that no one survived. I sigh as I feel my eyes welling up, "Theres nothing more we can do here, return to base, I'll see you on the flight deck..."
Yeah I've thought about this for quite a while. Lemme know what you think.