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Post by Maelstrom on Jun 21, 2017 4:31:05 GMT -6
Maelstrom made his way to the bridge along with the rest of the new crew and arrived just in time for Lysander to give orders to be underway. He smiled at the idea of the immanent destruction. Bringing up his biotic-blue omni-tool, Maelstrom sorted through his sound files until he found Wagner's "Ride of the Valkyries," then synced it to begin playing while at the same time recording the ship's visual data and the scene on the bridge. He imagined there would be many nights in the future where he leaned back to play this recording with a smile on his face.
It was only with great effort that he resisted the urge to tap into comms and make sure that The Illusive Man would know he had been part of the team which had done so much damage to his operations beyond the Omega 4 relay.
The only thing missing to the scene, he thought, was that he was stuck in a suit of standard Cerberus armor rather than his custom black armor with holographic display. The suit he thought of as his second skin and the helmet as his second face.
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Post by Eric Lysander on Jun 24, 2017 21:57:51 GMT -6
[Joseph Fischer] Since the transferred crew were already tasked with ensuring that the AI remained deactivated, there was little else to do but to follow Maelstrom up to the bridge.
The junior N7 noted the bridge screens and lights were normal again upon arriving, Geenenh successfully wresting control of the ship from Cerberus. Eric Lysander had finished giving an order to head underway with all speed and to be ready to make a surprise run at their other mission objective, the dreadnought.
"Well, well, well!" he called out to him. "Looks like somebody enjoys being a ship's captain! This must be a dream come true for you."
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Post by Eric Lysander on Jun 24, 2017 21:58:08 GMT -6
Eric smirked in reply. "A dream that needs the right finishing touch..." he looked to Maelstrom and angled his head at the bomb.
"Care ta help me do the honors?"
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Post by Maelstrom on Jun 24, 2017 22:34:18 GMT -6
Maelstrom nodded curtly, eager to watch the destruction unfold.
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Post by spartan560 on Jun 25, 2017 19:31:06 GMT -6
Izahm noted Fischer's entrance and gave him a nod starting to practice with the sword off to the side. 'Wow this sword handles like a dream,' he thinks walking over to the Phantom he killed and removing it's sheathe. He then resheathes the sword attaching it to his back and watches Lysander and Maelstrom before drawing the sword once more resuming his practicing watching the door as well just in case.
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Post by Eric Lysander on Jun 27, 2017 6:57:51 GMT -6
Eric waved Maelstrom over to the sled as he started to push it towards the nearest airlock, the one where the last remaining Cerberus soldiers were ejected from. Deploying the bomb from the cargo bay would allow for a more precision drop but time was of the essence and the yield would be more than enough to accomplish the final requirement of the mission. “When we’re about to pass over the dreadnought,” he said to Geenenh “Bank the ship about 70 degrees…“
Eric looked to his left and right with his hand out trying to recall the proper naval term.
“Starboard. The airlock vent’ll take care o’ the rest.”
He turned to Maelstrom as they headed for the airlock.
“It’s set for 15 seconds. We set it down inside the airlock and wait until the freighter smashes up the research station to zero over target. Pull th’ pin, seal th’ hatch, blow th’ airlock n’ bug out before it blows. Couldn’t be simpler.”
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Post by Maelstrom on Jun 28, 2017 15:19:30 GMT -6
[GM Post]
In space, all was silent, even as near as the stations sat to the event horizon of the black hole at the Milky Way's center. The rapid flashing of the Okinawa's running lights was rapid enough that the human eye would not have picked up any difference from a constant light. Without disengaging from the dock, the thrusters of the Patroclus flared to full. Metal sheered apart, as the still-connected airlock sheered in two. Maneuvering thrusters pulsed in perfect timing, angling the freighter directly towards the nearest of the research stations. Though it took several moments for the patrolling ships to realize what had happened, they were soon off after the runaway freighter.
The imminent threat of a freighter capable of hauling several million metric tons barreling at full speed towards their least-defended station completely distracted from the comparatively-quiet by-the-books launch of the Okinawa. With its stealth systems brought online, the vessel was able to streak away towards the dreadnought for several seconds before the LADAR of the cruisers even registered it.
Both cruisers opened fire on the frieghter. Massive slugs tore through the weak shields with ruthless efficiency, shredding the thrusters with no more effort. The incredible bulk of the freighter kept it moving towards the target. More and more projectiles bit into the hull, disabling the craft and rendering it uninhabitable. I a typical military engagement, that would have been the end of it. Instead, the threat was a careening mass of metal.
The Okinawa banked sharply, skimming across the surface of the dreadnought. When closest to the vessel's power core, the airlock jettisoned Lysander's nuclear device. Two flashes briefly illuminated the dead of space light the surface of the sun. For several moments, the Cerberus vessels were still, sensors overloaded by the blast.
Then they picked up on the Okinawa again and started for the escaping frigate. Only the fighters were swift enough to intercept the fleeing craft, but even they lacked the speed to close the distance the stolen vessel had already created. The slugs from the Cerberus cruisers had no such difficulty, but the skillful evasions of Mister Torrez dodged all but a handful of projectiles. The few projectiles which did impact were absorbed by the shields.
A sound like the rapid charging of a capacitor filled the corridors of the Okinawa, an instant before the mass relay catapulted the vessel off at speeds far greater than the speed of light. Even if Cerberus pursued, the faster than light course Mister Torrez had already plotted and prepared to engage upon dropping back into sublight would have them away and beyond sensor range before the other craft came into sensor range.
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