Sirens blare as a read out in front of your face has informed you the shot that hit your ships underbelly has pierced 5 of your 10 decks. Your leaking fuel, you crew is dying, and in these final moments you think of your survival. After all you are the legendary Herbert 'Hand Grenade' Davies. You rise from your captains chair as your ship rocks as its peppered with smaller munitions, exploiting the hole that was made in your anti missile gravity defenses. You turn to your first mate, Renzo Augusta, a wiry pale young man with greasy black hair, but two inches shorter than you, but in personality you tower over this welp. "Renzo, seal all effected decks off. The men are as good as dead." Your thinking fast. Whatever had hit you hadn't been nearly as effected by your anti missile defense as usual. An energy weapon? One capable of doing that much damage in a single shot would take a while to cool. Your First mate sighs as he begins to seal the decks, dooming the men to their fate. You pace along your bridge, the floor made of view screens letting you see all around your ship at once. You pace for a few moments. Time was short, options were limited. You pause as one of the view screens shows the planet below. To retreat would be bad for morale... but there is no recovery from death. "Renzo, plot a course into the planets atmosphere. I estimate we have mere minutes before whatever that dreadnought fired at us is is ready for a second shot."
Renzo hesitates. "You... you intend to leave the battle? We have our forward guns loaded, we could about face and unleash-"
"A grand last stand? for what? We land, we make repairs, and we prepare for a second match." you say as you scratch at your scruff. a shaky hand reaches for a syringe. You jab yourself to keep your dose going as you think. "The atmosphere will warp any energy weaponry coming at us. Look for areas with high gamma wave radiation to disguise our ships engines."
Your tactical officer is already scanning as your ship screens change color as it scans for gamma radiation. you gesture with the toe of your boot to an area that sticks out. Your tactical officer informs you, "Black Waters Enclave. Its more than just gamma rays that are pouring out of that... crater. I don't know if our shielding will protect us"
You give him an icy look, "then we'll have to effect rapid repairs." you sit down and pull an inter com microphone around to your face. "All hands, this is your captain, brace for reentry.
Renzo stands in front of you. "Captain! I employer you! we can't just run with our tail tucked between our legs. We must retaliate."
You ponder this... Leaving now would ensure that you would have less to repair and more material to repair it with. However... the top side of your ship still had its weaponized gravity generators. if you maneuver it right you might be able to drag this new vessel down with you. Your damage would be far more severe with the kind of strain it would put on your ship, you were trying to grapple a dreadnought with a heavy frigate after all, but a dreadnought would be torn apart in reentry. It would be a glorious act of defiance, even if it does set you back.
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