Competition: Restore the Security of Our Borders

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Restore the Security of Our Borders

Mission Profile

Several battered Carrack-class cruisers have been appeared in the Orian system. Their exact point of entry in the system is unknown, but they have been spotted floating in an uncomfortable promixity to Sadowan planets. When approached, the ships were seen jumping to hyperspace only to appear at a different point in the system later. They have not responded to any hails and have fled any attempts to engage. A full military alert has yet been raised at the command of the Consul.

A surge in smuggling vessels have been noted by Orian Security but had been previously thought to merely be a response to the security lockdown of the system by the Sadowan Sith Empire. Given that no less than three Carracks sightings have now occured, the Consul is now calling upon the members of the Clan themselves to provide aid to the Warhost.

Our hope is that a precision strike either alongside Warhost forces or in a more clandestine strike will allow the Sadowan Empire to find and preferably capture the crew and vessel.


Targets

There have been three spots where these strange Carracks have been spotted.

  • one Carrack last spotted near Sepros floating in and out of planetary scanner range
  • one Carrack recently spotted in a brief orbit of Inos
  • one Carrack was detected hiding behind a moon of Aeotheran

Again, these ships are known to attempt to flee when clearly engaged/approached by clearly-marked Warhost fleet assets.


Objectives

You are permitted your choice of one of three objectives. The Consul prefers we take crew or computers alive, but any of the following are permitted at Clan member discretion:

  • engage and disable one of the Carracks
  • forcibly board one of the Carracks
  • infiltrate one of the mysterious Carracks and discover their purpose/allegiance

Noted: Clan members have been authorized the use of two ships from either the Marka Ragnos or Shar Dakhan house fleets and one squadron of their choice from the same in the execution of their mission.

In the end, the overall security of our system and Empire is key. Further intel is desired, but not strictly required. We cannot have security so long as we have ships floating about unchallenged in our space.

Your service to this Sith Empire is appreciated, Sadowans.


Entry Parameters

  • You can write from the perspective of your main/alt/npc or a new NPC of your choice; either aligned with Naga Sadow or the intruders

  • Your entry must be at least 500 words.

  • Submissions will be accepted in any digital format. However, please submit Google Docs submissions as a .pdf or .docx file. (Do not provide a link in lieu of a site-submitted file or else you entry will be marked invalid)

  • I would like to point out again that clan members have been authorized the use of two ships from either the Marka Ragnos or Shar Dakhan house fleets and one squadron of their choice from the same in the execution of their mission.

Grading

Competition Information
Parent Competition
[Naga Sadow] Winter in Orian
Organized by
Master Bentre Stahoes, Adept DarkHawk Sadow
Running time
2021-02-27 until 2021-03-21 (23 days)
Target Unit
Clan Naga Sadow
Competition Type
Fiction
Awards
Third Level Crescents and Clusters of Ice as per VOICE guidelines
Participants
3 subscribers, of which 2 have participated.
Results
Member
Malisane Sadow
Textual submission

Restore the Security of Our Borders

Vindicator Life of Orian
Aeotheran Orbit
Orian System

Commander Kala Miros sat in her command chair, watching the screens. Ahead was a blank featureless grey moon, in orbit of which their prey was allegedly hiding.“Do we have any update on the sighting?”
Her first officer shook his head. “Not as yet no Captain,” he replied.
She revolved in her chair and focused on the bearded man sat behind her. “Are you sure about your intelligence Colonel?”
“It is as good as we have Commander,” he replied, “there have been three separate sightings of these vessels.”
“And you have no idea who they may be?”
The intelligence officer shook his head. “We do not believe they are Collective, they apparently lack the level of technology we associate with their ships.”
“So we could have two taskforces searching the moons of Aeotheran and Inos for pirates?”
“That is entirely possible Commander,” Senth replied, “however their activities seem suspicious for pirates. They have made no attacks on civilian freighters. They just flee when they see the Warhost, but only to a fallback position.”
Miros nodded. “We will have to see what we can do about that.”

“Captain, we have a signal,” her first officer reported.
“Identify it,” she replied.
“The trace is faint but it matches the size and speed of the target vessel.”
“Move to intercept,” the Commander ordered, moving forward in her chair.
“You must proceed with caution,” Senth urged from behind her.
“I am aware of the mission parameters Colonel.” In truth she did not want the intelligence officer here. For all the official status his rank and position gave him since they and other former Dlarit officers were drafted from the Dlarit military to the Warhost, she had been around long enough to know who the Colonel was. She was fully aware of the advanced commando programme and knew him for his actual status, at best an agent and at worst an assassin. Following his recent perceived success at Inos he had been promoted to full Colonel, but he was still an officer on paper only. She herself had faced prejudice and mistrust amongst some of the Dlarit military in the old days when she had joined from the True Brotherhood, but she had earned her place in the decade or more since.

The cruiser moved forward at a steady pace, the viewscreen ahead showing the moon as the Vindicator moved around it. “What are they doing?” the Commander asked.
“Holding position,” her first officer replied, “they show no sign of detecting us.”
Senth hummed. “That matches other sightings,” he commented, “they seem slow in detecting our vessels until they are close, though their speed still exceeds most of our fleet.”
Miros nodded. “If we can catch them in the moons gravity well we can be on them before they have time to manoeuvrer.”
“And if not?” Senth asked.
“We have our secondary option.”
“Good.”
They watched the screen as the moon moved beneath them, and then in the distance they could see the shape of a Carrack cruiser in the distance. It was sat motionless, its power and engines clearly low.
“Increase to attack speed and open fire.” Commander Miros ordered. “And break silence to the Satyr.”
“Remember we want that ship alive,” Senth urged.
“I know what I am doing Colonel.”

As the Vindicator closed in and opened fire, the enemy Carrack began to manoeuvrer, it's engines powering up as the Vindicator poured turbolaser shots into its shields. The Carrack returned fire with its side and rear weapons as it turned, hitting the Warhost vessels shields. Commander Miros had positioned the Vindicator well and the enemy ship was having to tightly manoeuvrer to gain distance from the moons gravity and get clear into open space. However the Carrack was built for speed and handling, as well as its deadly weapons array.
“They are getting away Captain,” Senth said, his voice raising slightly.
“Signal the Satyr to join us.”
As the Carrack continued to move away, its rear weapons attempting to defend against the Vindicators weapons pouring into it's weakening shields, a new threat appeared as the Arquitens cruiser made a sub light jump directly in the path of the escaping Carrack, followed by a squadron of X-Wings. As the Carrack struggled to respond to the new attacker the Satyr and it's escorting fighters joined it's firepower to that of the Light of Orian.
The two Dakhan cruisers pincered the Carrack. The enemy ship war firing at both vessels now, and its heavy weapons were weakening their shields, but the combined assault of them and the fighters was beginning to take their toll.
“Enemy shields failing Captain,” the first officer reported.
“Target their engines and power supply,” she ordered, “and open a hail.”
“Done ma'am.”
She raised her voice. “Hostile ship, this is Commander Miros of the Orian Warhost. You are ordered to surrender. If you do not you will be destroyed.”
There was no response.
“That may be their orders Commander,” Senth commented.
“Well that is not going to happen.”

The Carrack was slowing as its shields failed and the shots from the two Dakhan cruisers began to bite into its armour, targetting critical points. Finally there was an explosion from its rear and it began to list, slowly rotating in the moons gravity.
“Bring us in close and lock a tractor beam on them. We need to keep them away from that moon. Order the Satyr to assist. Order the special missions company to prepare for boarding.”
Senth nodded in approval. So far the ambush had been textbook. “With your permission Commander I will accompany the boarding party.”
She had no reason to deny the request, though she would have if were possible. She did not appreciate the faux intelligence officer interfering in her task.“Very well Colonel. Meet them in the hangar.”
Senth saluted and left the bridge. Kala Miros was not sad to see him go.

Senth sat aboard one of the CR25 troop carriers as they made their way out of the Vindicators hangar and out into space towards the prone Carrack, accompanied by several wings of escorting fighters. He watched as the enemy ship grew larger. They separated, each heading for an insertion point in the cruisers hull, and his own ship made for the port hatch. The detachment was under command of a gruff senior sergeant, who clearly knew his business, and was split into troopers, sharpshooters and specialists. They were arguably the finest soldiers House Shar Dakhan had at their disposal and inclusion was earned by the best from the other companies.
The CR25 lined up with the port hatch and two of the specialists began work in the hatch. Sergeant Malox looked over at Senth. “You may want to hang back when we go in Colonel, and let my boys and girls handle the rough stuff,” he said gruffly, “we wouldn't want you to get hurt sir.”

Senth looked back at him coolly. However good the sergeant and his troopers were, the former clone commando had been literally grown to “handle the rough stuff” and had lost count of how much of it he had seen over the years. However he was an observer here. “Very well Sergeant.”
Sergeant Malox turned to his troopers. “Okay this is it. We go in, neutralise anything we meet and take the vessel corridor by corridor. We don't know who these people are so assume the worst but do us proud.”
The hatch opened with a flash and the specialists stood quickly aside as in rows of four the troopers and sharpshooters quickly made their way inside, firing their blasters at defenders who lined the corridor. Sergeant Malox, holding a vibrosword in one hand and a heavy blaster in the other, charged in after his troopers. Then Senth followed, gripping his carbine.

The defenders were lining the corridor, hiding behind hastily assembled barriers or doorways, as the Dakhan troopers took the fight to them. Senth remained near the hatch to the CR25, aiming and firing his carbine with deadly accuracy. Several of the Dakhan troopers hurled grenades over the heads of the defenders, to explode causing them to as several unlucky ones were caught in the explosion and went down. The defenders were undeterred however, and fought back with skill and proficiency. Senth studied them as he fought. They were not the badly trained and armed pirates or insurgents he had been expecting, they were professional troopers in black armour that looked oddly familiar. He watched as one came forward, meeting Sergeant Malox with a sword of her own, and the NCO battled with her as their blades met and the blaster bolts from both sides sizzled around them. The enemy NCO's blade carved a gap down the side of Maloxs armour, before the Sergeant knocked her blade away, and then swung the hand carrying the heavy pistol round to smash into the side of her armoured head. As she fell he raised his sword and drove it down into her chest.

Senth moved forward with the troopers, forgetting his promise to stay back. The armoured defenders were fighting bravely, and amongst them were uniformed crew that added to their numbers, but Malox's elite troopers outnumbered them and were driving them back. Another enemy defender with a heavy sword drove at the commando officer, and Senth angled his body so that the sword whistled past, and then grabbed the arm pulling the enemy closer to him, and then pointed his left vambrace directly at the eye socket and drove a sharp dart straight into the right eye, before dropping the corpse. Slowly the remaining defenders backed off, as the Dakhan force had a renewed surge of confidence. As they moved forward more troopers came from the opposite direction towards the hangar, the force on one of the other CR25s, and with reinforcements the boarders gained more ground against the outnumbered defenders and their lightly armoured allies. Suddenly an order seemed out to the defenders, and their retreat quickened, fighting backwards as they aimed their shots at the assaulting Dakhan troops.

Sergeant Malox stopped for a second, and nudged one of the dead defenders with his foot, looking at the man in black armour. “They're good are this lot, not what you expected, eh sir?”
Senth looked down at the trooper, a slightly sick feeling washing over him. He recognised the armour now, it was very familiar to him even though the pattern and insignias had changed. “ No Sergeant, they are definitely not what I expected. We must take the bridge quickly.”
“Aye, we will sir. Follow me.”
The bridge was at the end of a long corridor, and the defenders were battling to protect it. Any attempt to persuade them to surrender had proved fruitless, and each fought bravely and relentlessly. Senth fought alongside Malox, the Sergeant now apparently accepting that the Colonel was not just some intelligence desk jockey that needed nursemaiding. The two made an efficient pair, as they took the centre as Dakhan troopers either side battled driving back the defenders or mowing them to the ground, and many of their own numbers suffered the same fate.
Finally the attackers were too much and they battled their way through the doors to the bridge, kicking aside crates that had been placed in the entrance. There were less than twenty remaining defenders now, and they stood fiercely around their leader, firing at the attackers as they were picked off one by one. Sergeant Malox leapt forward at the leader, a man in familiar heavy armour. The man moved left and grabbed the Sergeants wrist, twisting and flipping Malok, who hit the deck hard, the wind knocked out of him. As his troopers raised their blasters Senth shouted, “Hold your fire!” As the troopers obeyed, Senth looked at the enemy officer, his eyes sweeping up and down the ARC armour, until he focused on the symbol on his chest, the twenty-ninth letter in the Aurabesh alphabet. “Onith.”
The officer looked at him through his helmet visor. “Senth.”

Onith slowly pulled off his helmet, revealing his white hair and the features that were practically identical to Senth's own, except for a long scar running from brow to chin down the left hand side. The other former DAC met Senth as the Colonel pulled off his own helmet. “So,” Onith commented coldly, “you remain their puppet.”
“What are you doing here?” Senth demanded.
“We came home,” Onith replied, “to take revenge. For what they did to us, breeding us to be their servants.”
“To take revenge,” Senth repeated, “with small force of Dlarit marines and three old Carrack cruisers, against the entire Warhost?”
An amused look washed over the face of he scarred clone. “Of course not, things are much more serious for you than that. As Naga Sadow will soon see.” He looked into Senth's eyes. “So, do you still serve the madman?”
“No but I work with him occasionally,” Senth replied, “So, do you surrender?”
“Of course not,” Onith replied, “but then you knew that.”
“We need you alive,” Senth replied, “you might be conditioned against interrogation, we all were, but you know what the Clan are capable of. You will tell us.”
The cold smile remained on Onith's features, and then with a sudden movement he hurled himself at his fellow advanced commando, grabbing Senth and aiming his own vambrace laser at Senth's head. Senth grabbed the wrist and aimed a blow with his free hand at Onith's face, his armoured fist striking the enemy clone's chin. Onith grunted as his head was driven back, and his leg lashed out hitting Senth's chest. As Senth was knocked back, Orinith raised his wrist and fired at Senth, the shot burning along the left hand side as the Warhost officer moved quickly to avoid a lethal shot.

Sergeant Malox was on his feet again, and he bade his troopers to wait as they watched the two clones exchanging blows and shots as they circled each other. He could probably hit the enemy clone as they quickly moved around in front of him, but there was a risk and he was now slightly in awe of their combat skills. The blond hair scarred features of Onith and the dark haired and short bearded matching face of Senth were locked in intensity at each other. There was nothing between them and though each of their armour showed cuts and blaster marks, neither had sustained a serious injury. Then Onith extended himself slightly too much and Senth grabbed his arm pulling him close, and a small blade extended from his right vambrace, finding a gap in the clones armour and driving it in. As Oniths face twisted in pain he smashed a flailing first into Senths head, as the Warhost clone twisted the blade inside him. Finally he collapsed as blood squirted from his wound.
“Surrender,” Senth spat, his usually calm demeanour gone now.
“Go to hell!” Onith snarled through his pain.
“Who are you working with, what is this threat?”
“You will find out puppet!” Onith replied. He made a sudden biting movement, and then a substance began to dribble from his mouth and his eyes glazed over.
Senth dropped the body. “Damn. We needed him alive.”
“Aye sir,” Sergeant Malox replied. “I'll get my tech boys to give their databank a look over. We might find something useful.”
The Colonel nodded. “Hail Commander Miros and request she sends a skeleton crew to take over. I will inform the Summit of what we have found and tell them what to expect from the other Carracks. If there are others like Onith one might be taken alive.” He turned and left the bridge.

Placement
1st place
2nd place
Nikana
Member
Nikana
Textual submission

## Forged in Failure

Gravity wells, whispered Midshipman Tamil suddenly launching to her feet, “Sir! ... I’ve got it!”, she struggled to run the length of the command bridge of the Vindicator Class heavy cruiser Phoenix, continuing to exclaim her breakthrough as she went.

“Trainee Tamil!”, Commander Haggard brushed aside a crew member explaining an overly complex and likely flawed algorithm he held on a datapad, and turned to meet the no doubt oncoming wave of enthusiasm, “May I remind you Trainee, that this is *my* bridge and that you are on what is presently *my* ship, and until that changes you will conduct yourself with a modicum of decorum.”

Tamil arrived feet slapping to a stop on the deck and slumped over, hands on knees and gasped for breath between apology and explanation, “Apologies! .. Sir, I ... Think I figured out ... *that was waaay further than I thought it was*.”, Tamil hacked, coughed and wheezed as they attempted to stand up straight.

“Easy now Trainee Tamil, deep breaths.”, Commander Haggard stood motionless with arms folded, allowing only his eyes to follow as he waited for the Trainee to regain composure, “Now. Explain yourself.”

Tamil looked back over her shoulder to the datapad she’d forgotten on top of her station and closed her eyes tight before beginning her explanation with a thin lipped nasally sigh, “I’ve figured out how to anticipate the Carrack cruisers, Sir.”

“Go on, Trainee.”, the beginnings of a smile began to take shape on Commander Haggard’s otherwise impassive face.

“Gravity wells, Sir. With 7 planets the Orian System is obstructed by many gravity wells, which means when Hyperspacing from a point *in system* there are only so many destinations in proximity to other planets available at any given time. And if we force these Carracks to enter hyperspace at the right time, we can narrow down their options to a single destination. Sir, we’ll know almost exactly where they’ll exit hyperspace.”, beneath the enthused wide eyes and apprehensive expression, signs of confidence and competence were struggling to emerge on Trainee Tamils face. Haggard had seen it many times before as he shaped and refined generation after generation of Officers, it was moments like these that he defined his career by. He puffed up his chest.

“Well Trainee. Get those predictions to the helm, so we can pre-calculate the necessary jumps!”, as Trainee Tamil began a jog back across the bridge Haggard smiled.

---

** This is Sword 1, I’m aligned and the flight computer will have the jump plotted momentarily. **

The high frequency waves of his Twin Ion Engine Defender was the backdrop for comms chatter as Sword Squadron exited the hanger of the heavy cruiser Phoenix and took up positions for a formation hyperspace jump that would see Sword Squadron deployed as a wide net, along with the Phoenix, to collapse on their target shortly after exiting hyperspace.

** Sword Squadron, this is Commander Haggard. The Raider Accipiter will shortly engage the target Carrack Cruiser between the moons of Aeotheran. We expect them to enter hyperspace and hit the combined gravity shadow of Gamuslag and Sepros at the coordinates you’ve been provided. We will enter hyperspace directly after the target whilst they’re blind to our actions. Once we arrive, you will drop their shields and disable the Carrack Cruisers engines *without hesitation*, but you are **not** to risk damaging their computer systems with ion energy once their shields are down, you will **not** damage the vessel beyond what is absolutely necessary. Failure will be dealt with *swiftly*. **

His knuckles cracked as he squeezed the flight yoke. Looking out of the Defenders standardised octagonal cockpit, he could just make out the tip of the dagger shaped Vindicator making final alignment adjustments. It wouldn’t be long before the countdown came and —

** JUMP! **

“Damn it!” Was this amature hour? The damned monologuing fool. The nearby flash of the Phoenix entering hyperspace was blinding.

** Sword Squadron, this is Sword 1. Jump and engage the target. **

The stars in front elongated outwards as he initiated the jump to hyperspace. One by one the TIE Defenders of Sword Squadron popping out of existence within realspace.

---

On the bridge of the Vindicator Phoenix the blue streaked turbulence of hyperspace dropped away and reality snapped back into view. Ahead Gamuslag and Sepros were daylit and dazzling with the reflected light of the star Orian.

“Tactical, relay the enemy position to the helm and bring us about.”, Commander Haggard requested as he walked over to the view port and squinted his eyes to try and cut through the intense ambient light.

“Sir, they’re dead ahead, 50 kilometers out.”, a small flicker of light caught Haggards attention, as the hull of the Carrack Cruiser reflected back more light than the backdrop of Sepros’ atmosphere.

“Blast! Helm, give me full speed, adjust course 3 and negative 8 degrees. Do what you can to put us between that Carrack and open space. And where are those **damned** Starfighters!?”

---

** SHHHII — Sword 8: I’m right on top of them, damn near bounced off their shields. I can’t engage, too many laser cannons. **

** Sword 12: Inbound, keep ‘em occupied. **

** Sword 7: Same traffic. **

** Sword 4: I’m twelve klicks out. I won’t make it. **

** Sword 1: All engaged pilots, begin attack runs on their starboard side, they can’t shoot all of us. Burn down those shields and hit their engines. Then disengage to a safe distance. **

Three TIE Defenders of Sword Squadron began looping attack runs on the Carrack light cruiser, their ion cannons slapping and defusing across the larger ships’ shields. In response the Carrack put itself into a gyroscopic spin, turning as many laser cannons to bare as possible whilst spreading incoming fire across all shield emitters.

** Sword 7: I’ve lost shields! **

** Sword 1: Stay on target 7, keep giving their cannons as many targets as possible. **

As his Defender finally entered attack range, he was beginning to doubt his own words, *maybe they could shoot down all of them*. Checking system indicators his eyes hung on the 2 proton torpedoes in his loadout, far too much firepower for cleanly disabling a Light Cruiser and likely to get him executed by his superiors if he destroyed something of value — or worse, demoted. Switching to ion cannons, he entered the battle of attrition.

---

“Sir! Sword Squadron only has 4 fighters in range to engage, they’re badly outgunned and the Carrack will likely re-enter hyperspace any second now.”

“Tell me something I *don’t* know Lieutenant!”, Haggard gruffed as he pounded his fist on the view port. The Phoenix was still too far away to engage or impede the enemies escape, but close enough to see the flashes of ion blue and tibanna red weapons fire. His capture of an elusive enemy was quickly turning into an old man chasing ghost ships around the system, a narrative of failure that could lose him his commission.

Haggard’s eyes widened, “What the hell was that?!”. A purple and orange light had lit up around the Carrack light cruiser, briefly silhouetting three of the Starfighters as small black dots.

Trainee Tamil looked up from her station, “A proton torpedo, Sir!”

“Damnit! I know what a proton torpedo looks like!”, another purple-orange explosion rocked the Carrack light cruiser sending it into a drift.

“It’s engines are offline, Sir!”, a secondary explosion lit up the Carrack as atmosphere began venting into space, “all systems offline it’s in a complete dead drift.”

And with that the narrative changed once more, now he was a Commander who couldn’t control his subordinates and therefore couldn’t follow orders. If he wasn’t careful this could lose him his *life*. Wiping his brow and drawing his hand down over his face, he composed himself in the manner he had taught so many others, “When in range dispatch a boarding team. And once they’ve returned have Sword Squadron report for debriefing.”, his tone dripping with menace.

---

The troopers aboard the transport swayed forwards as the front thrusters kicked back, the ship clanking as it made a contact-seal with the Carrack, followed by a rapid succession of micro explosions as hatch bolts were blown. A light above the door flashed red to indicate a lack of atmosphere on the other side, the transport door opened regardless. The troopers aboard the transport wore full EVA suits and carried blasters at the ready. Exiting the transport into the zero gravity of the disabled Carrack they dived from wall to floor, from ceiling to doorway as they explored the vessel.

** ST-142 to Phoenix, we’ve found the hull breach. We’ll need time to seal and repressurise this section before we continue, as we got a few pressurised sections remaining. We haven’t found any bodies, we’re assuming the crew are trapped in the pressurised sections. **

** Understood Sergeant. Keep me informed. **

---

Commander Haggard strode into the Officer briefing room refusing to look at the assembled pilots as he stepped up to the central podium and slammed down his datapad. He allowed the following silence to hang in the air, “... my orders were simple. But apparently not simple enough.”, he surveyed the room, heads were hung low, “Your insubordination reflects on not only on yourselves, but the Phoenix, her crew and her Captain. I will have to answer directly to the Sadow Council and in turn you will now answer to *me*. Who recklessly fired proton torpedoes on the target you were ordered to capture *intact*?”

Amidst the breathy silence and shuffling as pilots turned to one another one voice rose up, “I guess Squadron leader Granger did, Sir.”

“And *where* is the Squadron leader?”, Haggard pressed impatiently.

“He’s dead, Sir.”, the meek response came outlining in tone the feelings of the assembled pilots, “Sword 3, was crippled and adrift. Those of us at the Carrack had lost shields. She was spooling up her drives. But we never gave up, Sword 1 rallied us for a final attack run. We came in from a blind spot, but that Carrack is damned maneuverable for a big girl ... by the time we got close, we were taking dorsal and ventral cannon fire. Sword 1 took a bolt straight through the canopy, then flew straight into their shields. His torpedoes went off like a one two punch, took down the shields, crippled the engine.”

“I see...”, Haggard stood stunned, his bluster dissipating. He shrunk as he felt the weight of his responsibility in a manner he was not prepared for. “... Very well. You’re dismissed, Sword Squadron.”

As he shuffled from the briefing room, the narrative in his head shifted again. Now he was the Ship's Captain responsible for a pilot who had died a Hero, therefore he would be seen as the Ship’s Captain whose plan of action had allowed a Hero pilot to die.

---

** ST-142 reporting, we’ve sealed the breach and have life support back online for this section. We’re ready to access the rest of the cruiser. **

“Continue Sergeant.”, the noise of a bulkhead door being overstressed and forced open filled the bridge of the Vindicator Phoenix and Commander Haggard and crew winced at the high pitch sound of pistons giving way.

** We’re in! ... ... ... Oh my lord. **

The comm stayed unnervingly quiet, “Sergeant, what do you see?”

** Sir. Bodies, dozens maybe hundreds of bodies. **

“The crew did not survive then?”, Haggard pressed.

** No... I mean, the breach didn’t kill these people. They have what look to be lightsaber wounds, some have limbs cut clean off. **

“That’s not possible, Sergeant, you’re mistaken.”, growing impatient Haggard shuffled through datapads he’d had compiled on likely antagonists, “... this could simply be the work of pirates or brigands.” he mused out loud.

** Yes Sir. ... We’re approaching the bridge ... ... ... FALL BACK! **

“Sergeant, report!”, Haggard commanded before going limp at the sound of Blaster fire and a distinct vibrating hum followed by agonised screams which ended almost as suddenly as they had begun, “What the HELL was that?”, he exclaimed as the bridge remained as quiet as the comm.

Trainee Tamil turned from her station to confirm her readings with her own eyes, “Sir! The Troop Transport, it’s disengaged from the Carrack!”, a second voice from a nearby station spoke up, “They’re not reconfirming their clearance codes, Sir.”

“Blast! Tractor that transport immediately. Hold them!”, Haggard approached the view port and watched as the transport flew away from the Carrack and underneath the Vindicator heading towards deep space as the blue light of a tractor beam stalled its motion and began dragging it back, “Excellent. Train the point defense ions on that craft and ... !“

An explosion rocked the Vindicator Phoenix causing it to roll as gravitational stabilisers struggled to compensate for the sudden unplanned motion. Bridge crew fell from their chairs or clung to their consoles and Commander Haggard hit the deck with a slap and slid three meters before gravity realigned. Outside the viewport the Carrack light cruiser blazed, only it’s reinforced skeleton remained intact, it’s heavy armour plating either vapourised or adrift, it’s bridge and engines gone.

Commander Haggard struggled to his feet, Trainee Tamil at his side bracing his arm as he rose. And through the viewport the troop transport, blasted free of the Vindicators tractor beams, entered hyperspace.

Lost in his own thoughts, Commander Haggard knew that there was no story he could tell that would change the narrative of his failure.

Placement
2nd place