User blog:1hs444/The Heist of Unicorn Hydra VII: Part 10

Here it is. Part ten of Unicorn Hydra VII.



''RTA, Bishop, and Ricardo all have hijacked the Chat Frigate Grafton, and are en route to the Apex after a bloody, yet unbelievably successful engagement against three cruisers (thanks only to several warheads). Meanwhile, Fox and Nova are at the Apex site awaiting pick-up so they can prime the slipspace shard improvised mega-nuke for detonation.''



==Part 10==



Fox (Comms): "RTA, we're getting anxious up here, and just saw some sort of massive fireball down near you. Are you okay?"

Bishop (comms): "This is Bishop. Just had a minor engagement with three cruisers."

Fox (comms): "Interesting. Well, now that the entirety of the defense grid knows we're here, you might want to hurry."

Three cloaked dropships unload a large squad of Chat Troopers onto the Apex.

Fox: "Nova, look!"

Nova: "Oh, well thats bad."

Ten Chat soldiers ready assault rifles, and unleash a barrage of fire onto the two.

Nova: "Really bad!"

Fox: "Take cover!"

They take cover, and send two holograms out into the middle of the platform, which are immediately destroyed.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Nova (comms): "I need you guys here on the double! We've ran into a bit of a situation."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">''Fox pulls out a grenade, and throws it into the charging hoard of Chat Troopers. It explodes, and sends many of them off the Apex. The last in the charging hoard are finished off with a barrage of rifle and SMG rounds.''

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "Take out those dropships!"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">''Fox rushes towards the dropships on the other side of the Apex, but they take off before explosives are mounted to them. He then turns around to see Nova limp on the ground.''

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "Lieutenant?"

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

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "Who was that?"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Lieutenant: "The chief investigator on this case, of course. Your friend here, well he's quite injured. Not dead, but incapacitated."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "Show yourself!"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">The investigator uncloaks, and activates an Energy Sword.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Lieutenant: "Defeat me, if you can."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "At least I'm not pulling an Indiana Jones or something."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">The Lieutenant and Fox look at the filming camera, and almost crack a smile.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Lieutenant: "This is your last chance commander. Surrender now, and the Chat will most certainly have 'mercy'..."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "Mercy? Good one. It's not like you showed Nova mercy."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Lieutenant: "Forget that. I must ask, why did you come here without a nuclear weapon?"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "..."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Lieutenant: "There is no radioactive trace, so why come here?"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "Man, you guys, for how advanced you claim to be, aren't really technologically superior."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Lieutenant: "Like you Resistance scum are any better? It's time to settle this."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "We are not just Resistance. We are the New Republic."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">''The investigator charges with a sword in his hand, and misses Fox. Fox then pulls out a rifle, and empties a clip into the shielded Lieutenant, before almost receiving a decapitating blow to the head with a sword. He then turns around and pulls out a M6D, and fires several more rounds at the Lieutenant, this time damaging his sword.''

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Lieutenant: "That's it?"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">The investigator presses a button, and the cloaked dropships reappear, with turrets surrounding Fox.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Lieutenant: "Face it Commander, it is over."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "It's not over until I say it's over!"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">''Fox charges towards the investigator, and with a powerful push, he wrestles to throw him off the Apex. The dropships turn to get a good shot, but are destroyed by the timely arrival of the hijacked Grafton. The investigator turns to see the destruction of his backup, and loses his balance, falling towards the crust interior surface of Unicorn Hydra VII.''

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">RTA (Radio): "Need a lift, sir?"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox (Radio): "Nukes not primed, and Nova's been impaled by an energy sword. Give me a minute."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop (Radio): "With all due respect sir, we don't have a minute."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox (Radio): "Well, then I'll hurry!"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox ran to Novas side, to see him still barely alive.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Nova: "This thing is fried. The timer heat shield is busted, and it... just won't detonate properly. "

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox grabbed the briefcase, and stared at the slipspace crystal encased in fried circutry.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "Uh..."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox starts to pull the crystal out, and looks around him to see if anyone was looking.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "Well, mission is a failure? If we can't detonate the crystal, might be best to... take it."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Nova: "It won't detonate properly without manual activation by a certain someone donning advanced prototype armor shielding."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "Wait, what?"

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Nova: "I don't think I'm going to make it sir."

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox shoves the crystal back into the briefcase.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "Sure you will."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Nova: "Even if I survived these wounds, someone's gotta manually detonate that star. I've got prototype shielding that, with the help of that Foregunner elevator, can get me close inside of the star before detonating the crystal."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox turned around, and looked at an image of home.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "The crystal..."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Nova: "What about it?"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in;">Fox: "You know what? Nevermind."

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in;">"This is what that crystal was meant for. This'll save millions of lives, and bring the war in our favor. Don't be selfish now."

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Nova: "Well sir, it's been an honor."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "Likewise."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">RTA (Radio): "Sir, I have another battlegroup of three Saratoga Class frigates at intercept course... uh, they're charging at maximum speed and they'll be within weapon range in approximately 2 minut-."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Nova (Radio): "Sergeant, I resign from my duty. Commander McCloud is your new CO."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Nova took the briefcase from Fox's hands, gave him his dogtags, and limped to the elevator.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Nova: "I'll send myself out, with a bang. This is Lt. Nova "Bomb" Ramirez, over and out."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">The elevator sealed shut, and started ascending to the hollow planets star.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">RTA (radio): "Man... He always wanted to take some down with him..."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox (Radio): "Well, I guess it's his dream come true."

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">RTA (Radio): "Sir, a battlegroup of superior Saratoga Class frigates are on hot approach, and will reach firing range within less than 45 seconds. I need you to board now, on the double!"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">''The frigate moved under the Apex, and Fox jumped on top, and entered an airlock. The ships main engines roared to life, and took off from the Apex. Fox sprinted to the bridge, and after navigating air-deprived decks on the ship, he finally made it back to the bridge, where he took off his helmet and took the helm.''

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop: "Sir, the Saratoga Class has a faster design compared to the Savannah Class. We're never going to outrun them."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ricardo: "Might I suggest a slingshot around the sun?"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "No, that'd be too cliche for this already crappy story."

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Everyone on the bridge looks to the camera crew filming this story, and goes back to their conversation.

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "Ricardo, get down to the MAC area. We need you to spin us up a MAC round."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ricardo put on his EVA helmet, and gave him a thumbs up, before entering the ships turbolift to the MAC station.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "Bishop, now is the time to open back up the crust door. See if you can still activate it."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop runs over to a control console, and pops up a menu for Unicorn Hydra VII's built in defense mainframe.

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

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">The door the ship is speeding towards doesn't budge.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "Oh, well that's not good. Ricardo, status update on that MAC."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ricardo: "Sir, I am going at best speed towards the station via turbolift."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "Well, then that leaves us four tactical warheads, with three of which are armed."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">RTA: "Sir, what do you plan on doing?"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "We're gonna blast that door open."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">RTA: "While three superior frigates are pursuing us, with a crew capacity of four? The odds ar-"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "Never tell me the odds!"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox smashed the safety lid on the authorization button for nuclear warheads, and mashed the button itself.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "Computer, give me a missile lock on the flagged crust airlock."

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ship Computer: "Warning. Misuse of nuclear devices is against primary protoc-"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "Whatever."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ship Computer: "Locked on."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "Launch all available warheads!"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">The missiles fire, and streak towards the target.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ricardo (Radio): "Sir, I've reached the MAC station, and I am manually loading the round."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox (Radio): "Make it quick, alright?"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">The missiles close in on the airlock.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ricardo pulls an emergency lever, and walks over to a control panel where he manually loads a MAC round into a chamber via crane.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ricardo (Radio): "MAC round ready sir."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox (Radio): "Alright. Computer, prep MAC round for firing."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">A massive fireball erupts as three tactical nukes blast through the majority of the airlock armor.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop: "Commander, the Saratoga battlegroup is within firing range!"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "Divert all power to engines and MAC system!"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">RTA: "This isn't going to be good..."

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

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop: "I'm givin' it all shes got... commander!"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ship Computer: "MAC round is spun up, and ready to fire."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "What are you waiting for? Computer, target flagged airlock!"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ship Computer: "Airlock has already been targetted."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "Well isn't that just great. Fire!"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">The MAC round fires, and upon hitting the damaged airlock, a hole penetrates the seal.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "Fire all point defense guns at the target!"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">All weapons turn, and start blasting the crippled airlock.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">RTA: "Sir, the Saratoga battlegroup has launched a barrage of archer missiles!"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "All power to shields and engines!"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop: "Sir, what're we doing?"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "We're gonna ram it."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ship Computer: "Warning. You are on a collision course, please deviate."

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

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop: "Sir, we still have one tactical warhead that can be manually loaded into a missile!"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "We've got a battlegroup of superior frigates on our tails, with an AI flying a derelict rogue frigate. There's no time left. If they still are chasin' us after we get out, then we'll need that nuke."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop: "I'll get Ricardo to start arming it then."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ship Computer: "Warning. Archer Missiles in-bound. Brace for impact."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">A massive shutter shakes through the hull, as a barrage of archer rounds hit the rear of the ship.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">RTA: "Port engine is on fire! Starboard engine is barely alive!"

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "Give me 300% power on the engines!"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">RTA: "Sir, that'll risk a meltdown!"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "No choice. Do it!"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">The engines push 300% output, before safety restraints automatically kill them.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop: "We've lost all engine power!!"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">The Grafton glides against the gravity of the planet at extreme speeds, of which the Saratoga Class can't match.

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "100 kilometers... uh... 80..."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">RTA: "Oh sweet jesus..."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "50 kilometers... Activate air brakes three and four, and get the MAC ready to push with single snap of the finger!"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ship Computer: "MAC cannon is ready to fire, and air brakes three and four are... activated."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">''The Grafton slightly slows, and Fox waves a "fire" gesture to the airlock. The ship shutters and slows even more, after a MAC round fires and sends a large hole ripping straight through the door.''

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "Alright. If we just glide to the airlock with no more of a push, we'll ram it without detonating the core... I hope."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ship Computer: "35 kilometers distance. Warning, you are on a collisio-"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Bishop: "We're cutting it close..."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ship Computer: "30 kilometers."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ricardo: "Scanners indicate that the Saratoga Battlegroup is re-approaching."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">RTA: "Sir, Lt. Nova will detonate the improvised bomb in t-minus 5 minutes!"

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ship Computer: "20 kilometers."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox (Radio): "Waits, I'm going to need a little backup..."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ship Computer: "15 kilometers."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox (Radio): "Waits. Respond."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ship Computer: "Warning. Impact in 45 seconds."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">??? (Radio): "What was that?"

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox (Radio): "Waits... Respond."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Admiral Fear comes in through a transmission.

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fear: "I think you should be concerned over the exterior defense fleet Commander. Quite honestly Commander, you won't be escaping this time. I have superior carriers moving to engage, so surrender now before this gets out of hand."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "Pal, I think you should be trying to escape."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ship Computer: "Warning. Impact in 15 seconds."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fear: "Last chance."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "I'll take my chances."

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox cuts the transmission.

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Fox: "Brace."

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<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">Ship Computer: "Five... Four...Three..."

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

<p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom:0in">The ship rams into the airlock, and narrowly squeezes through the hole punched through, with most of her armor scrapped off.