VC Chapter 30-Latecomers

Sector 1600

Planet 1601

January 25, 2052

“Commodore Wesley Paul!” a soldier dashed into his commanding officer's quarters where a big asian man with black hair was asleep in his bed.

“What is it?” Paul opened his eyes and got up.

“Vice Admiral Owens just issued a Code Red to all bases.” the soldier reported.

“Aww shit. Get my ships ready pronto.” Paul jumped out of his bed and grabbed his ceremonial katana off his wall for his good luck charm.

“Yes sir.” the soldier dashed off.

Paul clipped the katana to his belt and grabbed his pistol from under his pillow. He cocked the weapon and quickly slipped into his gun holster. He looked out his window and saw distant ships and explosions all around the planet's orbit. There was a massive war out there and it appears that NB was getting hammered pretty bad. One Talon flew over to the base looking pretty beat-up and landed on the ship bay. Captain Wicker jumped out of the smoking frigate as he dashed for cover before the ship exploded.

“That lucky bastard.” Paul laughed as he quickly made his way to the hangar.

“Commodore Paul, were you snoozing while I was out fighting?” Wicker greeted Paul with open hands.

“I run the night patrol. Need a ship or a lift?” Paul laughed as he pointed at his ships.

“Give me a ship to fight with. I don't like spectating.” Wicker pointed at a mass driver Nighthawk frigate.

“Ok, race you to space Wicker.” Paul ran towards his Revelation cruiser with full disruptor rays.

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“Bloody hell! Where are the reinforcements?” Tarbuck watched as his Revelation cruiser rammed an enemy Genesis into oblivion.

“No clue, but I've got your six.” Franklin flew her hex missile Talon behind Tarbuck's ship.

Two enemy venoms blitzed through a base and fired tons of scatter missiles at the bridge creating a display of fireworks. One fleet of Rancors appeared out of nowhere and began engaging the enemy from the flank. “NB Remali” was clearly painted on the ship as the venoms got destroyed by a counter attack.

“That man is full of surprises.” Tarbuck laughed.

Five Revelation cruisers appeared from Tarbuck's starboard side and began firing its hex missiles.

“That's Pleasure Palace's flagship. Heavily armoured and weaponized.” Franklin manoeuvred her frigate to dodge the missiles strafing left and right.

Three Revelation cruisers and a fleet of Nighthawks launched from a distant base. On the ships were the words “NB Wesley Paul” painted in gold colours.

“Am I late? Is there any fights left for me?” Paul sent a transmission to Tarbuck's ship.

 “Plenty. Now get cracking mate.” Tarbuck smiled as he flew his cruiser towards the incoming reinforcements as his ship shields got reduced to half.