|In the middle of the night you are awaken by
alarm klaxons. The darkness of your quarters is gone when the
red situation lights turn on.
"...Repeating! We have multiple bogies on
a direct course for the Minnow! All crew to battle stations!
All pilots to your fighters!"
Rolling out of bed, you rummage around the foot of your bed
for your flight suit. You find it and reach inside of the jacket
pocket looking for a communicator. You place the communicator to
the side and get yourself into your suit. You grab your helmet
and communicator, and run out of your room and head for the
Running down the hall, you put your communicator to your
mouth and activate it. "Flight commander!", you yell into the
automated comm. routing system. A moment later your communicator
"Flight commander Baldwin here sir," emerges from the
After a split second decision, "Commander," you yell, "this
is Alpha 1 of the 13th fighter squadron. I need an Athena with
two Avengers, a bank of Interceptors and a bank of 5's." With
interceptors and Phoenix Fives, you think you should be able to
handle any attack.
"Is that all sir?" Squawks Baldwin.
"No, get a food ration into every cockpit, and make sure the
pilots arriving know that they're there.
You continue running down past the ops center and onto the
catwalk above the fighters. You spot yours in the front of the
deck and run to the elevator and take it to the deck. You vault
into your cockpit using a ladder that someone considerate had
left on your ship. After sitting on a pizza flavored ration bar,
you push the ladder away and it crashes to the deck. Moments
later, your wing is ready for launch. You look out through the
environmental containment field on the end of the flight deck,
and past the superstructure of the Orion which is your home. You
can already see the thruster trails of Shivan bombers in the
distance. You call for launch status, and all four members of Alpha
wing report ready. You power up your engines for an easy launch,
as do your wingmen. Instead of gently gliding out of the hanger
and along the flat exterior deck below you, you punch in your
afterburners and tear out through space after the Shivans. When
your wing reforms behind you, you bring your shields on-line.
Three kicks out from the bombers, your control panel starts
flashing that someone has weapons lock on you.
A missile is fired at you, and you simply swerve around it
while launching countermeasures. By now, you are only one klick
from the bombers and their escort. You arm a Phoenix and target
a Nephelmn. As you tighten down on the trigger, a subspace hole
opens just beyond the bombers. Out of it a Lilith appears. As
soon as it clears the portal, all its turrets fire at the Terran
fighters flying in perfect formation...
The Phoenix blasts out of your
missile bays, and immediately starts homing in on the bomber. It
hits the Nephelmn in the rear shield quadrant. The shields
buckle from the energy released, and collapses. You take a hit
from the Lilith's salvo, and your forward shield drops. Before
you can augment any energy to it, a second missile from the
escorting Manticore wing impacts your hull.
Your target view
goes static, and red warnings flash on your hull meter. "Sensors
out!" you scream into the microphone in your helmet.
call for help comes back through the comm channel, "Mayday! This
is Lieutenant Bogdan, the Minnow has been boarded by Shivans!
One transport attached to dorsal docking clamp, and two Shivan
bombers in the fighter bay, and disgorging dozens of Shivans!
The bridge was the first target, and then came engineering.
There's nothing our marines can do now! The attack was too
At that moment, all transmissions from the Minnow, be
them targeting data, or communications, ceased. The Minnow
turned around and faced the subspace node. The Shivans you had
been engaging, were gone.
In a flash of blue light, the
Minnow, your home, was gone.