“Cannons 1,2 and 4 firing!” Sarah’s fingers whizzed across the targeting screen, pushing the buttons to activate the cannons with all the speed she could muster. As she did, the Omegan ship continued to return fire, its shields on and now at maximum.
“Kate! Status of the Omegan ship?” Jack asked.
“Their shields are weakening, but so far, we haven’t hit the target. I’m detecting power movement. They’re diverting power from… best guess, they’re diverting from the landing bay and the engines.”
The War Angel bounced and rolled a bit, trying to keep her orientation to the Omegan cruiser. “Captain,” Richard spoke up, “how far away is the next Omegan cruiser?”
Jack swiveled his chair around, watching Sarah continue to try and hit the tiny target that they needed eliminated in order to execute their plan. “About two and a half hours. Why?”
Richard ran his fingers through his head, making calculations in his head. “Oh, hell. With this power diversion, their shields will hold up just fine for quite a while.” He turned to face Jack. “Did we jam their comms?”
All heads on the bridge turned to face Sarah. “Oh, fuck all of you.” She looked around. “Seriously. I’m not a damned comms officer.”
“No,” Jack whispered. “our comms officer is in a coma.” A heavy silence hung in the air, finally punctured by Sarah returning to the targeting screen and continuing to fire on the Omegan vessel.
Spurred back to the reality of the situation, Gina began maneuvering the War Angel, doing her best to keep their shield-less side away from the Omegans’ firing solution and to keep giving Sarah a target to shoot at.
The ship continued to shake and roil, the Omegans showing no letup. “That’s fine,” Sarah thought. “The more I use this thing, the better I shoot. I will make this shot. I will.”
It was a reverie not meant to last. “Dammit,” Kate cried out, “we have incoming! Four fighters launched from Omegan cruiser!”
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