Our ships were close enough to kiss. That ment, when the torpedoes spewed out from the now revealed vessel, there was no time to intercept. 6 torpedoes lanced out, and due a timely dive, or the beginnings there of, of the 6 torpedoes, only 4 hit. Only.
The starboard sight opened up like a tin can, and we went into an uncontrolled yaw to port and began spinning.
The computer controlled turrets were undeterred however, and continued to spit rods at the enemy even as the deck shook violently and the crew were thrown about.
"SEND EMERGENCY DISTRESS! PAINT TARGET AND FIRE ALL GUNS!" I yelled out as I got to my feet.
I checked the real time battlefield, and saw the ship jetting away. For the moment, we were the only ones pouring fire on the fucker, even as we listed.
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The bastard had point blank torpedoed us, and was cutting us with lasers. To be fair to everyone else, anything in their range was getting hit, no matter what. We were just taking the brunt of it.
Their shields were flickering on and off, getting instantly overloaded. They didn't have enough time to charge them beforehand I guess. Better for us, anyhow.
Our remaining M33's finally got a stable track, and began spitting hate. That finally nailed the coffin shut for the fleeing vessel, and they lost power. A bit later, and the aft of the ship exploded.
The ship's sirens blared still. We had lost the starboard outrigger Mac gun, and a shit ton of the hull besides. Reports rolled in, and I cursed quietly. Starboard primary engine was flickering. That was not fucking good.
"Medical personnel to... Fuck, just send them starboard. All crew, put on your suits. Ensign-"
"Commander..." The sensor operator said. He sounded ill, and that worried me.
"Ensign, what is it?"
"The pelican sir, with the captain... it's off radar..."
I could see the line of thought, and I just barely held off from cursing vehemently and with bile. "Request whereabouts of that pelican with allied ships. Find her, you hear me?" I order.
"Ay Commander."
I temporarily put it out of my mind. I just got fucked hard without lube, and they just barely avoided breaking my back. The Mac had acted as spaced armor, absorbing the blow of the torpedoes. If they had hit bare armor and hull... it's likely we would have been forced to abandon ship... At best.
