Sector
2100
Planet
2103
November
21, 2052
Owens
piloted his cruiser towards Jake's armada of heavy armed ships. He
knew it was going to be going to be suicide, but he knew the cause
was worth fighting for. NB was a symbol of freedom and civilization
known to the galaxies. If it gave in to tyranny, it would have lost
the reputation Charlie had began.
“I'm
with you till the end Vice Admiral.” McClelland broadcasted as he
navigated his fiery Revelation cruiser and his remaining fleet beside
his.
“I
think you are forgetting about me.” Tarbuck piloted his battered
ship into the ship cluster.
“Let's
give them hell!” Owens fired his weapons at the nearest hostile.
“They
are swarming me. I need help!” Stein broadcasted from his position
where he was getting overwhelmed by Nighthawk frigates.
“Stein,
you have to hold out on your own. We must continue with our push to
kill Jake to win the war.” Tarbuck replied as he watched a nearby
allied ship explode beside him as they pushed closer towards Jake's
command ship.
“Screw
this shit. I'm done. If you guys can't have my back, I won't have
yours.” Steins replied in frustration as his ship got peppered by
lasers.
“Stein,
it's not like that...” Owens replied as he watched Stein's ship
begin to warp.
“I'm
done with NB. Good luck with your battles.” Stein transmitted and
warped his fiery ship out of the battle.
“God
damn cowards.” Owens slammed his fist on his console.
“We're
still here Owens. We will not stray away like Stein did.” Watts interrupted.
“Thank
you. I appreciate it.” Owens watched as the space began Jake's ship
opening up warp.
“Incoming
enemy reinforcements!” an officer alerted Owens.
“It's
a fricking ambush!” Wickers watched as hundreds of Fury battleships
appear out of the warp.
“I
have you exactly where I want.” Jake broadcasted on all the open
channels.
“Ahhh
hell. Fall back everyone.” Owens watch as the ships in front of him
exploded as the Fury battleships unleashed a steady stream of fire.
“Sir,
fleets two to five are down!” the communications officer shouted.
“I'm
down to my last ship!” another officer hollered from his station.
Owens
bit his lip as he watched in slow motion as nearby allied ship get
taken down one by one. He knew he had lost control of this sector and
will lose NB and EH if they continued on with this fight.
“Tarbuck
and Watts. I want you to evacuate all personnel, ships, and bases off
this sector. Initiate relocation protocols now!” Owens stood up
form his command chair and looked at the crew in his bridge.
“I'm
going to buy enough time for our allies and friends to get out
safely. You can use the escape pods and evacuate now and I won't hold
it against you.” Owens looked at the his crew.
“We're
not going sir.” the crew responded in unison acknowledging their
fate.
“Come
on Owens, what are you doing?” Tarbuck watched as Owens ship
continuing fire and charging forward into the enemy fleet.
“I'm
doing what is necessary...for all of us.” Owens replied.
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