Post by D'Kali Hegemony on Apr 30, 2015 4:02:56 GMT
Uxal's tail flicked impatiently behind him as the vertigo from the warp jump faded from behind his sinuses, the D'Kali lord blinking away the disorientation as he glanced at his command console.
"Jump complete, all ships reporting in," a slave at the communications station reported, checking his own instruments. “The Dominion’s 28th Azh is welcoming us back to the Vega system," he added after a moment.
Vega, Uxal thought. It wasn't Kalisa, but after months of chasing Kortl ships around the stars, in the cramped confines of the ship, it would feel good to run along the surface of any planet. The D'Kali lord just wished that he'd caught more of the treacherous fiends. Since his elder sibling Uxil was killed near Düsseldorf, Uxal's thirst for vengeance had not been sated, at least not yet. He and his clan had been among the first to jump at the Archon’s offer of raiding Kortl territory. His sibling has taken command of the ground forces, while Uxal had been named commander of the fleet. It seemed so long ago now, Uxal reflected, losing himself in the hum and the din of the bridge as the crew ran through the post-jump. Far too long since he had hunted with his brother at his side.
Uxal shook himself from his thoughts. There’ be more then enough time for that once he was stretching his legs under real sky again. “Send our greetings back to the 28th and finish securing the ship from jump. Then set a course for Bujuknazi-burz. I'll be in m-"
"SIR!" the whelp at the sensor console suddenly barked. "Massive energy surge from the warp point...something's coming through!"
"What?!" Uxal snapped back, turning back to the slave "Where?" The D'Kali baron did not need to await the reply. All around his ship, space illuminated all at once as dozens of ships began jumping into the system, momentarily blinding him with the incandescent glare of the spacial displacements. As he brought his arm back down from shielding his eyes, he had to swallow a gasp. What had once been empty space and a scattering of D'Kali ships was now a writhing mass of Kortl warships. "COMBAT STATIONS!!" Uxal bellowed, slamming his hand down on the alert controls. His communications slave had barely had time to repeat the command before the muted glow of blue-green Kortl hulls gave way to bursts of deep red light, as the enemy fleet opened fire at point-blank range.
The corvette's main guns, like those on the rest of the ships in his squadron, were still extending from their jump positions when the Kortl opened fire. The Kortl had achieved complete surprise, having obviously been expecting this fight before they had made their jump right onto of their target’s positions. D'Kali ship after D'Kali ship was sliced apart by the unrelenting barrage in just a few moments, their engines barely flaring up to try and evade before detonating or breaking up.
"They were waiting for us to jump..." Uxal growled under his breath as another salvo of Ripper fire battered his ship, some bulkhead or another screeching in protest. Like brush cats, they must have been stalking the D’Kali back in the Dartmouth nebula, just waiting for the perfect time to strike. "STATUS!!" He snarled as the ship lurched again, barely keeping his footing on the deck
"We've lost fiftee...sixteen ships! Several more are being boarded!" A pause then another reported "Main batteries have lost power! Gunnery reports they're stuck in jump position!"
Uxal snarled as he looked out the viewport. All he could see were Kortl ships, by some miracle managing to avoid damaging one another as they slaughtered his kin. "I want ramming speed! THAT one!" He ordered with defiant malice, jabbing a claw towards the closest Kortl ship in front of them. The order was never carried out. Moments after his defiant gesture, a lance of super-charged energy cut through the armour plating of the ship and struck the primary magazine. The resulting detonation obliterated Uxal's ship from the engines to the bow and cast debris in all directions. The last sensation the drake felt in this life was the sudden, sharp concussion and then the black.
The Zabéaran squadron that had sent greetings to the D'Kali not minutes before charged with the praises of AZHA and the Maleki on their lips, and vengeance in their hearts, but against such a force there was little they could do but die with valour. The ambush was over, and not a single D’Kali or Zebéaran escaped death or capture.
"Jump complete, all ships reporting in," a slave at the communications station reported, checking his own instruments. “The Dominion’s 28th Azh is welcoming us back to the Vega system," he added after a moment.
Vega, Uxal thought. It wasn't Kalisa, but after months of chasing Kortl ships around the stars, in the cramped confines of the ship, it would feel good to run along the surface of any planet. The D'Kali lord just wished that he'd caught more of the treacherous fiends. Since his elder sibling Uxil was killed near Düsseldorf, Uxal's thirst for vengeance had not been sated, at least not yet. He and his clan had been among the first to jump at the Archon’s offer of raiding Kortl territory. His sibling has taken command of the ground forces, while Uxal had been named commander of the fleet. It seemed so long ago now, Uxal reflected, losing himself in the hum and the din of the bridge as the crew ran through the post-jump. Far too long since he had hunted with his brother at his side.
Uxal shook himself from his thoughts. There’ be more then enough time for that once he was stretching his legs under real sky again. “Send our greetings back to the 28th and finish securing the ship from jump. Then set a course for Bujuknazi-burz. I'll be in m-"
"SIR!" the whelp at the sensor console suddenly barked. "Massive energy surge from the warp point...something's coming through!"
"What?!" Uxal snapped back, turning back to the slave "Where?" The D'Kali baron did not need to await the reply. All around his ship, space illuminated all at once as dozens of ships began jumping into the system, momentarily blinding him with the incandescent glare of the spacial displacements. As he brought his arm back down from shielding his eyes, he had to swallow a gasp. What had once been empty space and a scattering of D'Kali ships was now a writhing mass of Kortl warships. "COMBAT STATIONS!!" Uxal bellowed, slamming his hand down on the alert controls. His communications slave had barely had time to repeat the command before the muted glow of blue-green Kortl hulls gave way to bursts of deep red light, as the enemy fleet opened fire at point-blank range.
The corvette's main guns, like those on the rest of the ships in his squadron, were still extending from their jump positions when the Kortl opened fire. The Kortl had achieved complete surprise, having obviously been expecting this fight before they had made their jump right onto of their target’s positions. D'Kali ship after D'Kali ship was sliced apart by the unrelenting barrage in just a few moments, their engines barely flaring up to try and evade before detonating or breaking up.
"They were waiting for us to jump..." Uxal growled under his breath as another salvo of Ripper fire battered his ship, some bulkhead or another screeching in protest. Like brush cats, they must have been stalking the D’Kali back in the Dartmouth nebula, just waiting for the perfect time to strike. "STATUS!!" He snarled as the ship lurched again, barely keeping his footing on the deck
"We've lost fiftee...sixteen ships! Several more are being boarded!" A pause then another reported "Main batteries have lost power! Gunnery reports they're stuck in jump position!"
Uxal snarled as he looked out the viewport. All he could see were Kortl ships, by some miracle managing to avoid damaging one another as they slaughtered his kin. "I want ramming speed! THAT one!" He ordered with defiant malice, jabbing a claw towards the closest Kortl ship in front of them. The order was never carried out. Moments after his defiant gesture, a lance of super-charged energy cut through the armour plating of the ship and struck the primary magazine. The resulting detonation obliterated Uxal's ship from the engines to the bow and cast debris in all directions. The last sensation the drake felt in this life was the sudden, sharp concussion and then the black.
The Zabéaran squadron that had sent greetings to the D'Kali not minutes before charged with the praises of AZHA and the Maleki on their lips, and vengeance in their hearts, but against such a force there was little they could do but die with valour. The ambush was over, and not a single D’Kali or Zebéaran escaped death or capture.