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Morrigan      The Wargods have the Agincourt and they intend to escape with it. Under full power, the UEFf Indus and UEFf Yangtze, surrounded by their fighters, burn towards their target - the interplanetary gate to Mars.

     But Admiral Steele - the calculating madman that he is - has figured it out. Literally blocking the gate with its entire hull is the GTD Hood. Hecate-class, old but with enough firepower to handle two frigates.

     The fact that Serkr Team, Steele's elite hunter-killer corvettes, has formed a phalanx in front of the destroyer is just the final nail in the coffin. Nine beam cannons pointing squarely at the Wargods and their prize. Like looking down the barrels of nine different guns.

     They'll be in range in moments. Without jamming, the Wargods attempt at running the blockade will end before they hit it.
Corona Arclite Prepare for repelling potential boarders. Well it's a supply ship in middle of space instead of a trade locomotive screaming down rails, but keeping unwanted company off is keeping unwanted company off. So Corona is at least pretty well suited for the situation... though she might of borrowed an extra thing or two from the Armory, just to be on the safe side. The point is she's loaded up with gear and tools and ready for action.

First thought is to get to the airlock and rig it like she mentioned, let the cycling process look normal to fake them out then open the outside hatch again to suck the suckers out with the switch in pressure.

But along the way Corona is dropping off some of her portable turrets and other defense gadgets for if and when the enemy actually does get into the ship. She's not just putting them on the floor, either. A few here and there, to be obvious, sure. But she's also clamping some to the walls, or even the ceiling, to make them less visible.

Booby traps to catch a lotta boobys. In space!
Kotone Yamakawa Kotone Yamakawa had plugged her self into the ship's compuyter core and taken a full rig to do it with as well. She's got the head set on, and a number of wires connected to her neck and even on severa points on her spine. If one didn't know her Synthic nature it would be very creeopy and in a way it still is. Kotone in a way has become the ship as she wires into everything and starts siftng over the data to make ready to deal with. She can also likely help any intact weapon systems on board as well.

<<This is Samsara Assuming direct control.>>

Kotone's body is still like it's hardware now, she's not even seeming to breath at all, her mind reches out as she gets all the data from the ship, she boots up automated programs to help her manage it all.
Rory White Once again Rory White finds herself bringing the Odyssey into a conflict she probably shouldn't, all in the name of making sure a close friend survives... and following through with something she started.

    "If there would just arise an opportuity to negotiate..."

    But there really isn't one appearing anytime soon...

    The Odyssey takes its usual approach of jumping in at the outskirts of the conflict. Transhuman weapons aren't NEARLY as good as the UEF's or the GTVA's in pure firepower, but her NEWTONIAN PHYSICS LASERS that obey the speed of light have TREMENDOUSLY greater range.

    And she totally has a plan that will capitalize on this.

    A very sciencey plan.

    The Odyssey's Cargo bay opens up, and a multitude of crude-as-hell-looking drones emerge. they're essentially... GIANT BLOCKS OF FROZEN SOMETHING. Something purplish-yellow. These huge blocks of frozen-something are propelled by rings of adjustable thrusters. They don't have a lot of fuel, but they don't need it.

    twenty of these blocks spread out in wide dispersion and begin accelerating towards the capital ship guard.

    ... what the hell kind of strategy is this?
Zephyr Windstar     "Davenport. You have the bridge." says Zephyr, as she vacates the captains chair, and hauls ass down to the nearest airlock. Activating her Barrier Jacket, making sure her Void modifications are in place before she cycles the 'lock' to get outside, the Mage then flies along the length of the Agincourt to the very furthest front of the gargantuan craft, standing defiantly with her Device aimed forward. "Shift to Bombardment Mode." she says.

    <SHIFTING TO BOMBARDMENT MODE. ALL MANA CHANNELS CONNECTED. RECOIL DAMPENERS AND ANCHOR POINTS LOCKED.> a trapezoidal spell seal forms under Zephyr's feet on the hull of the ship, lashing up with ribbons of energy that wrap around the young woman's thighs and waist, locking her in place like a turret. Great green wings flare out from behind her, as the head of her axe begins to rotate around the central gemstone. <LINKER CORE PRESSURE IS RISING NORMALLY. TEMPEST RING HAS BEGUN REVOLVING.> Energy begins to gather in little streamers, gathering into the gemstone as the spinning axe blades begin to arc outwards, forming a 'barrel' of sorts for the gathering sphere of purple energy. <READY TO FIRE>

    She holds off, waiting for that fateful moment when the first Anti-capital beams start lashing out, and she aims for them in return. "MAELSTROM BREAKER! HURRICANE SHIFT! FIRE!" cries the Mage, as she unleashes hell in a 9-pronged counter beam. She doesn't have nearly as much power as even one of those, but she'll do anything to diffuse or weaken that alpha strike, buy more time.
Morrigan      Serkr team fires as one, nine beams seeking out the Yangtze and the Indus. Zephyr, at least, had seen Serkr Team kill the Ranvir with one such fusilade.

     They're not successful here.

     Nine cobalt beams stab out at the fleet, intercepted by great blocks of frozen matter, and by Zephyr's own interceptor beams. Some of the beams streak straight past the UEF frigates, who are already returning fire with their own guns. Explosions blossom on the Serkr hulls.

     Around Serkr come a dozen GTVA fighters. 60th Bloodletters flying Nyxes, already tangling with the Wargods and their flak screen.

     Behind the Wargods strike package drops in a set of Artemis bombers and a smaller, blockier thing - an Elysium troop transport.
Corona Arclite Basic defenses and traps set. Though if anyone expects Corona to be hiding behind them, they're going to get more unpleasant surprises than the traps themselves. She may prefer fighting on her feet, but people mistake cleverness for running away, somehow.
    The space vixen practically skids to a stop at the airlock, muttering under her breath at the radio. They're already on the way, she's going to have to work quickly. Which means doing this the fast way, rather than the elegant way. She snaps open her analyzer and plugs the multifuntional interface she installed on it for dealing with otherworldy hardware onto the controls. Rerouting a few control program maps should do it. If she can pull this off, even if reopening the exterior hatch first doesn't vent them back into space getting through the locked interior hatch should still slow them down.
Rory White EXACTLY AS PLANNED!

    The beams heat up the frozen STUFF, but... this doesn't exactly stop them. These multi-ton chunks, moving at speeds measured in kilometers per second, don't just EXPLODE. ... They melt into a stream of LIQUID that's still going pretty much the same direction and slowly re-freezing.

    The gunk's on a crash-course for the GTD Hood, unless it moves, or somehow deals with this mundane-looking force.

    PHYSICS CLASH!
Morrigan      Serkr Team turns away from the fight as Calder's two cruisers - the Dea Bricta and the Auxerre jump into the field. They hit the three GTVA corvette from behind, putting pressure on them. It's enough, though, and the Hydra, Pilum and Marcus Glaive jump out.

     That's Serkr Team out of the fight, and out of the war for a few weeks while they're repaired.

     The Tev pressure doesn't relent, however. Alongside the two UEF cruisers, emerges another warship - the GTCv Medea, one of the GTVA's newest strike corvettes. It is already firing, in position to both nail the two cruisers and then hit the UEF frigates as they head for the gate.

     And with the Medea comes more fighters, yet more of them streaking from the Hood's flightdecks.

     Most of them go into intercept work, picking off what chunks of frozen liquid they can, some of them getting hit by it. The Hood weathers the attack, unable to move, but still seeming to hold position. Her green beams slash out at anything and everything, firing blind and random, to pick off what bits of frozen stuff it can.

     Meanwhile, on the Agincourt...

     There's a heavy thump as the Tev transport settles against the airlock. Corona's plan works - the external hatch opens, denying the GTVA marines a few seconds of time. But it quickly becomes apparent that they're going to cut their way through the internal hatch. If they're wearing those Komodo suits, they're probably immune to vaccuum exposure!
Zephyr Windstar     Zephyr releases Bombardment Mode, panting and clutching her chest with a wince. That was a lot of energy all at once, but she's not out of the fight just yet. Sekr team is out of the fight. Good riddance, but that new corvette is a menace that can't be ignored. The Hood is a big threat, and it's a giant roadblock that's stopping the Agincourt from just slipping through the gate to safety, but she's can't do anything about a 3km long battleship. The smaller, 700m long corvette, however... she could wreck some havock if she could get inside... so that's what she aims for.

    Green wings turn into burning white jets, as she shifts modes, and with a hull buckling leap, she leaves a dent in the nose of the Agincourt and streaks through the fighter melee towards the Medea. She fires tracking shots at any fighter craft that try to intercept her, peppering their shields with energy depleting shots to try and make them break off, but her course is true. Get to the Medea, get to an airlock and break her way inside so she can start wrecking it.
Kotone Yamakawa Kotone Yamakawa is now driecting information warfare as the enemy come,s she aids the crew with gunnery caculation and is generally running her synthic mind for all it's wotht and somewhere in the back of her mind? She's still scared of this but she's got to go through with it, she doesn't want to think about what would happen otherwise. If she let her own personal hang ups get others killed. That is not something she wants to see happens here she'll also be keeping an eye out for borers and COrona would fin herself getting help if she needs it from any intact internal defences systems.
Corona Arclite Them getting sucked back out would of been funnier but we will take a delay. The time it will take them to cut the hatch open is long enough for Corona to scurry back to her first position. She stomps on a trigger as she does so and with the click-clack of clockworks two devices unfold to form a barricade, which Corona hunkers down behind. "Let's see what we've gotta deal with..." is muttered to herself as she tugs her goggles over her eyes. For saftey. And other reasons.

Though she's not the boarders' first problem. The first obstacle is that no sooner than enemies start stepping out of the busted airlock one of the deployed turrets engages and opens fire. Anyone not in heavier armor is going to have to duck for cover. Power armor, not so much.

Though if it is any of those Komodos do show up, well, that's why Corona is sitting back to see for herself. The first turrent is just to test what she's up against.
Rory White Fighters! Lots and lots of fighters! Way too many for Rory's 8 HUGE CHUNKS of... WHAT IS THAT STUFF ANYWAYS... to get through. They're big, they're clunky, they're defenseless... but well...

    On the Odyssey, she triggers a transmission. As several of them are being swooped past and attacked, they DETONATE outwards, mixing with a small amount of water and becoming a combination of CHEMICAL HAZARD and OH GOD THE FLAK as chunks of hyper-velocity, frozen... FLUOROANTIMONIC ACID are about as dangerous as metal anyways at these speeds.

    Immediate damage probably won't be too severe, largely some armor damage and scratches, a hell of a lot of noisy impacts...

    SOME of the Fighters are going to be very unlucky though, and get smothered in the world's strongest Superacid. And as fighter ship hulls are much, MUCH warmer than the empty space around them... they're not going to refreeze just yet. Especially chunks that got INSIDE the armor and then proceed to melt...

    So much for assaulting the Hood, but...

    Rory flips on an open transmission.

    "I loathe using such methods on people, so I'll tell you exactly what your fighters were just drenched and pelted with. Fluoroantimonic acid, 10 quadrillion times stronger than sulfuric acid. I'd give it a minute or two before it eats into something important and cripples those fighters or vents the life support. Suggesting you use those two to turn around."

    This is partially a psychological ploy as much as it is a genuine one. In reality, in these conditions, it might actually take more like 8 to 10 minutes before anything serious happens from corrosion.

    She bets they don't know that, though.
Morrigan      The Wargods are split. With half their number defending the frigates, the other half split off to try and banzai the Medea. She's cutting the Dea Bricta apart, and then her beams pin the Auxerre like a butterfly. The Dea Bricta comes apart but the Auxerre seems to hold on, exchanging fire with the larger corvette. With the Wargods providing cover, Zephyr appears to get close enough to wreck the Medea.

     The Hood holds position. Some of the fighters turn back, Rory's tactic seeming to work - but then electronic noise squawks and screams over every frequency as the Tevs try to prevent any more tricks from the Odyssey. The culprit is easy enough to spot - there's a Tev AWACS sitting in the Hood's shadow.

     Within the Agincourt, the airlock door is cut down and breached. The dozen or so Tev marines, in full power suits and carrying guns that seem bigger than the pilot of those same suits, weather the storm from the turret. They turn theirs guns on the turret and fan out, intending to take back the Agincourt.
Zephyr Windstar     Zephyr is front row for the Dea Bricta breaking up... and it triggers something in the Mage. She /was/ going to hack the airlock, make it cycle to let her in... now though, she HACKS the airlock, making the outer door crumple inwards, then firing a high power, short range blast of magic to punch the inner door off its bracing, exposing the deck to the Void. "KNOCK KNOCK. GIRLSCOUT COOKIES." crows the Mage over open frequencies. "Each purchase comes with a free helping of WHOOPASS. Come an' get it while it's FRESH!"

    The Mage then walks the corridors inside the Corvette, blasting doors off their runners, heading toward the engine room and the reactor. She's looking to core the damn ship out! "I'm heading for your reactor core Medea. You have... oh, I'd say about five minutes before I blast it to atoms, and you along with it." She's kidding, right? She'll be on the ship when it blows too!
Corona Arclite Yep, they came with the big armor. And the big guns, which shred the turret with little trouble.

Now you're all probably wondering how bad of a situation this is for our little cowpunk vixen. But what those big brutes in their big armor don't know is that she's lived her life dealing with things bigger than, tougher than, and more of than her. They also don't know that she's been poking about one of their armors. Because when you know who your enemy is and what they are packing, you're never the one at the disadvantage.

Corona looks up over her deployed barricade, right in clear view. "Howdy y'all. Unfort'nately, we weren't hopin' on company, so y'all have to forgive the lack of guests." At the same time with the hand out of view behind the bunker she hits a the remote command on her C-Pad.

The devices stuck to the walls of the corridore activate, revealing what look like overly greebled industrial toasters. Which is pretty much how they fire out of their slots. Except instead of ejecting delicious breakfast sides they blast out swarms of nasty circular sawblades spinning as fast as possible. Those deadly sharpened edges, combined with friction and vibration from their rediculous spinning speed, should put a dent in even the heavy Komodo armor. Especially if they wedge in a seam or a weapon point.
Kotone Yamakawa Kotone Yamakawa never want to be fighting Rory as an enemy ever she tracks all teh data flying by and it's still a lot ot take in for her,. She sees the Rev macines board the ship, and several drone weapons come on line, they are weapon turret firing freeze foam which had been setr up by Kotone eariler in the event of boaridng action, whild she also starts to have the ship seemingly react to them. She'll move to trigger bulk heads to seal to heard, or delay them where she can. She also starts trying to get into the marine's comms as she's got an idea.
Rory White Jamming! Unexpected. the Odyssey's telemetry becomes unavailable to the rest of the fleet, but it's still there, still doing fine.

    But she begins to warm the Jump drives, for jamming on her ship could be a precursor to a concerted attack.

    The Cargo bay doors are still open, and now... something ELSE flies free of them. Tiny... box-shaped... drones? Well, not so tiny. Each is about the size of a dog.

    They are nothing more than LASERS, THRUSTER SYSTEMS, and an AI. Under normal circumstances they'd be incredibly coordinated, using geometrical formations and advanced swarm tactics to harass and surround fighters.

    These? These things just rocket into the battle. Unable to coordinate thanks to the jamming, each AI operates independently using visual references to identify GTVA fighters and support UEF.

    They ZIP ZIP ZIP around splashing cockpits with laser light. BLINDINGly bright lasers. They're surely shielded against solar glare and the like, but it's definitely going to be a distraction...
Morrigan      The Medea continues exchanging broadside fire with the Wargods frigates. Aboard the Tev corvette, the ship is well-oiled machine. A machine that, as Zephyr finds out, appears to be more than prepared to sacrifice itself in the service of its mission. There's no response to her which is a response in and of itself - do your worst. She might have to make good on that threat.

     After all, one wonders what price Steele puts on failure or retreat.

     Aboard the Agincourt, the scene of the opposing boarding action, the GTVA marines find themselves under an onslaught of whirling edges. Blood sprays as some find seam or seal, sparks spray from plates and helmets. The Tev marines lower their huge cannons and return fire.

     Two of them, however, are heading for the bridge. The bulkheads just slow them down, but it gives Kotone enough time to hack their comms.

     Finally free of the Odyssey's accursed jamming, the Hood opens up - green beams cut into the front of the Yangtze, peeling armor like tissue paper. The Wargods begin racking up more and more kills as Tev pilots find themselves dealing with drones.

     And that's when the Toutatis jumps in on the Hood's flank. The Solaris-class destroyer is Calder's personal flagship, like a great sword of Jupiter. It opens up with its railguns.
Zephyr Windstar     Zephyr closes on the reactor area, and doesn't even bother getting any closer. She spins up a tightly focussed beam, and fires THROUGH the rest of the bulkheads, coring out the ship to nail the reactor, before turning and fleeing back out the hull breach she entered by, leaving the Corvette to tear itself apart in a reactor breach.

    She then turns her attentions toward the Hood, and the tiny speck of the AWACS. "Found you... time to die little sparrow."

    The Mage powers off, burning mana like it were nothing important. "My name is Zephyr Windstar. I am the Winddancer of March and you are no longer welcome here. BEGONE!" <STRIKE DRIVE ONLINE. HURRICANE THUNDERCLAP! GET SET!> the blade of her axe bursts into brilliant purple, and trails a boiling wave of mana behind her as she closes on the AWACS. "SHIPPU JINRAI!" crows the Mage just before impact, the blade striking the craft exploding like a shaped charge of plasma.
Corona Arclite Research pays off people!

It doesn't take them all out but that doesn't mean it wasn't effective. Cannon fire tears huge chunks out of the barricade but that's what it's there for. Splinters of metal and gearworks scatter across the corridor like so much shrapnel as smoke spews from the remains of machinery. Corona takes a dive to the deck to stay below the cannon fire, and as she slides to a stop rolls over onto her back with her own gun drawn. She snaps off several shots as she bolts back onto her feet and dashes farther down the corridor, the laser fire seeming to fly at random.

Except those lasers abruptly bend at sudden angles lasers shouldn't be able to instantly move at to home in on the boarders, thanks to the spacial warping effect of the Echuris crystal powering the Starslinger. Hopefully that small warping effect will help get through that armor too.
Morrigan      The Wargods, led by their arch-murderess Simms, sweep hit to nab the GTA J.E. Hoover, the Charybdis-class hovering under the Hood's protective shadow. They're a bit too late, however - Zephyr nabs it. Behind her, the Medea begins to detonate and come apart in an uncontrolled reactor breach.

     The Solaris opens up with every mass driver and every torpedo tube. It's an unfathomable level of firepower, more projectiles than can be counted. The Toutatis lines up on the Hood's broadside and opens fire. Calder's voice comes over the communications net, taunting his adversary.

     The Hood's captain, unwilling to let the Agincourt pass but less willing to lose a command carrier, elects that discretion is the better part of valor. The Hood quits the field, followed by any remaining fighters.

     Aboard the Agincourt, it is slow progress for the Tev marines. Their heavy guns boom out repeated reports but they can't quite catch Corona with a direct shot. Two of them fall, lasers finding weak points - punching through eye holes, gaps opened by the metal blades...
Kotone Yamakawa Kotone Yamakawa is only slowing the marines down but that's stillenough time to do so, she's going to try to feed them false information, into ther comms faking a distraess call from their teanm maesk but it sounds like something horrible over gun fire, monsters? It's hard to tell really it's very hard to tell. Kotone is just trying to waylay them she also feeds information to Coronta.

<<Two heading for the bridge, I'm trying to mess with their comms. Don't know how long I can delay them.>>
Corona Arclite The power armors were certainly big and tough. Created to deal with an equal big, tough and mysterious alien marauders.

Dealing with the small and nimble and very clever space fox is certainly an entirely different matter. Even the toughest of armor wasn't impenetrable. Break off bits and pieces of it, put holes in it, open the seams. Even the smallest bit of damage weakened the strength of the whole.

The blaster is holstered when it needs a recharge period, but Corona doesn't stop moving. As there's a break in the large cannon's fire she spins on a heel and abruptly rushes back -towards- the remaning Tevs. By the time she's pulled it from her back the Breaker's head is already crackling with electrified plasma from it's core. "My turn!" She leaps and swings the siege hammer at the lead of the group. And upon impact that building energy will discharge, sending a shockwave surging back through the rest of the intruders. "Pucker up and kiss my plasma!"