User blog:1hs444/The Heist of Unicorn Hydra VII: Part 9

Quite the mini-novel, amirite?



==Part 9==

???: "Just got a report of a missing Pelican not far from the compound, sir."

Fear : "Hm, interesting. That, paired with the untimely opening of the crust can only mean one thing. Begin searching the interior."



The team reached the docking station for the two cruisers and the frigate, and were welcomed by a ATAV.

Driver (Megaphone): "No un-authorized access on this level! Leave immediately!"

Fox: "Sorry pal, that isn't going to happen."

Driver (Megaphone): "Present your identification!"



Nova: "So be it."



''Nova pulled out a M6D and shot directly at the driver; however, bullet-proof glass deflected the round, and the Driver prepared to take on the party. With no gunner, the driver attempted to ram the team on the precariously perched elevator entrance. After dodging to the right and left several times, the team tricked the vehicles driver to attempt to ram them, but after dodging the attack the ATAV rolled off of the platform, and fell to its demise several kilometers below. Everyone holstered their weapons, and peaked down to see the vehicle still falling.''



Nova: "There it is. The frigate. Hull designation #7331. Never even heard of it. Probably just finished its maiden voyage and took a couple laps around the star here."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Nova pointed to the firgate docked on the level they were stationed at, and then pointed to the two cruisers on the level above, several kilometers over the frigate.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Nova: "Take that jamming device, just in case."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">''RTA, Ricardo, and a wounded Bishop all quietly jog towards the docked frigate. Just as Nova and Fox re-enter the elevator, a gun fight ensues between Guards, and the boarders.''

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox (radio): "We're going to disable the elevator override, and unfortunately if we do so, we're disabling your levels elevator controls entirely. Don't worry, you can still take the stairs."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ricardo (Radio): "Oh, gee, thanks sir. I always wanted to get fit by taking the stairs."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox (Radio): "Lets just hope that you don't have to."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">''The boarders jogged towards the frigate, which happened to be docked with an umbilical device. Finally, they reached the loading dock where three guards attempted to search them. RTA pulled out his Shotgun, and took down all three guards present. Upon closer inspection, the frigates hull reads "Grafton".''

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">RTA: "Ricardo, take point!"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">The boarders rushed onto the umbilical, which was attached near the command bridge.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop: "To my knowledge, Savannah Class Frigates have a design that makes them quite susceptible to boarding through the umbilical airlock."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ricardo: "Indeed. If we tried to go after one of their cruisers, it'd be a different story."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">RTA (Radio): "Lieutenant, we are on the umbilical en route to the command bridge. I am requesting final authorization to lock down blast doors, and make their atmospheric systems go haywire."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Nova (Radio): "Green light. Make them burn."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">RTA: "You heard him. No mercy. Kill every one of them!"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop & Ricardo: "Hoorah!"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Meanwhile, the elevator carrying Fox and Nova reaches the Apex site, which is roughly three quarters of the way from the surface of the interior to the star at the interiors center.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Nova: "According to my intel, there is a shield about half of a kilometer above us to protect the Apex from such heat. However, that structure right over there is a Foregunner elevator that pierces the shield."

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "Alright, so we stick the Nuke in the elevator, and rush for the border?"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Nova: "Basically. But we can't do that until RTA, Bishop and Ricardo are here with our way out."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">''Back at the frigate "Grafton", the boarders silently enter through the umbilical, to find unsuspecting laborers. They're quietly tied up and held hostage, and the boarders progress towards the bridge.''

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ricardo: "30 meters..."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">The sound of door opening echos behind them.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">RTA: "10 meters..."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">The boarders ready their weapons, put the hostages behind them, and aim their weapons at the bridge door.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">RTA: "Breach!"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">''The door opens, and a salvo of shotgun and SMG rounds unleash into the bridge. The boarders slowly walk into the bridge, and throw grenades down hallways containing less viable control consoles.''

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ricardo: "Captain is down!"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ship Computer: "Captains vital signs have plummeted. First Officer Jackson, voice authorization is required."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop: "We need this place secured now!"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">''The three round up the navigation officer, communications officer, first officer and other vital bridge crew members, and tie them up near the door. The navigation officer attempted to sneak out the door, before being shot in the head by Bishop. He then moved all of the hostages near the observation window, and walked to the emergency blast door controls, where he latched down all decks on the ship.''

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ship Computer: "Voice authorization is required First Officer Jackson."

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">RTA: "Someone, get to the atmospheric controls!"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ricardo runs to the main console for life support, and begins toggling with the ships atmospheric settings.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ricardo: "Sir, shall I keep the brig intact?"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">RTA: "Affirmitive!

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ship Computer: "Voice authori-"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ricardo: "Where's the first officer?"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop: "Over here!"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">''Bishop brings Ricardo the first officer, and brutally forces him to give voice authorization."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ship Computer: "First Officer Jackson, I need your voic-"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Jackson: "...No, you don't."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">First Officer Jackson: "Disable automatic defenses..."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ship Computer: "Bridge defenses deactivated."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop hits Jackson in the face, rendering him unconscious.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">RTA: "Lets take this thing off of its dock."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">RTA opens comms with flight control.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">RTA (Comms): "This is frigate #7331, I am requesting authorization to undock now.''

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">??? (Comms): "Caught you."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">RTA (Comms): "...I repeat, I am requesting authorization to undock."

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">??? (Comms): "You probably don't know who I am. The name is Fear."

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">RTA (Comms): "...Sir, this is an emergency, and I hav-"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fear (Comms): "I think it's time we showed you a lesson. Commander, you have authorization to engage the frigate Grafton. Whoever you are, I just want you to know, that you shouldn't mess with the Chat. We always, always win."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Admiral Fear cuts off the transmission, and a battlegroup of cruisers turn towards the Grafton.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">RTA: "Bishop, get down here! I need you to get us to the Apex, and out of range of that inbound Cruiser!"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop: "Uh... um... Alright. Get to the auto-defense mainframe then. It's right near the entrance of the bridge."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">RTA sprints back to the entrance of the bridge, and finds the console.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">RTA: "This one?"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop: "Yeah... I... uh, I think."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">RTA: "This is definitely it, alright. So, what do you want me to do with the auto turrets? Shoot the battlegroup?"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop: "God no, thats suicide!"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">RTA: "Then what do you want me to do?!"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop: "Shoot the dock! Shoot the clamps!"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">RTA takes some guesses and pushes random buttons on the console, and targets the dock.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">RTA: "Uh... okay! She's targetting the dock!"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop: "Fire now!"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ship Computer: "Flagged enemy battlegroup in range."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop: "Do it!!"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">RTA programs the point defense turrets on the frigates to start shredding the dock, and the dock quickly gives, leaving the frigate in freefall.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop: "Thrusters at maximum... nice computer lady."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ship Computer: "Thrusters at maximum. The enemy battlegroup is charging magnetic acceleration cannons. Please evade."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop: "Take us 90 degrees right!"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ship Computer: "That would take us right at the enemy battlegroup, and this Savannah Class frigate has insufficient weaponry and armory to withstand a direct engagement with said battlegroup."

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop: "Do it!"

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">The frigate turns towards the battlegroup, just as they have fully charged their MAC rounds.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop: "Charge MAC cannon."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ship Computer: "Charging MAC cannon. Only one MAC round is accessible. Manual loading is required for further operation of the magnetic acceleration cannon."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop: "Yeah, yeah, yeah."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">The cruisers unleash a salvo of MAC rounds onto the frigate.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ship Computer: "MAC rounds incoming. Evasive acti-"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop: "Emergency thrusters to starboard. Now!"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">The ship shuttered, and maneuvered starboard, narrowly missing all three MAC rounds.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ship Computer: "MAC round fully charged, however likely ineffective against enemy shields. Might I suggest a nuclear attack? The Grafton has 5 onboard warheads."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop: "Five? I thought it was standard protocol for only 3 on Savannah Class Frigates."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ship Computer: "In the Unicorn Hydra VII defense grid, five warheads is mandatory."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop: "Well in that case... Arm two warheads."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ship Computer: "Two warheads are armed. Might I add that the additional two warheads require manual armin-"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop: "Save it for later. Fire MAC round at the lead flagship cruiser!"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">The MAC round fires, and hits the cruiser.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ship Computer: "Miracously, the enemy ships shields have been disabled."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop: "Fire both missiles at that main ship!"

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ship Computer: "Launching. Would it be more wise to attempt to use the warheads on the other two cruisers?"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop: "Once that one cruiser goes critical, the blast radius of three nukes going off should damage the other two beyond repair."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">''The missiles hit, and the fireball engulfs all three cruisers in flames. A siren starts going off, as the fireball cools.''

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ship Computer: "Radioactive detectors are critical. Recommend immediate departure from current location."

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop: "Bring us to the Apex."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ship Computer: "Protocol doesn't allow me to do that."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop: "Okay then. I guess I'll give it a shot. Lets see here..."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop presses a button, and the ships thrusters go offline.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop: "Bring thrusters back online! Now!"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ship Computer: "Thrusters are now online."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop: "Sir!"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">RTA: "Yeah, whats going on?"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop: "I need that clearance hacking thing."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">RTA: "Why?"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop: "This computer won't let me bring it to the Apex."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">RTA: "Okay... here."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop: "Computer, I am..."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop programs the device to give off a certain IFF tag.

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop: "the newly appointed Grand Administrator of the Chat Armed Forces. Land us at the Apex."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">The Computer hesitates for a second.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ship Computer: "Landing ship at designated 'Apex Site'."

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