The Lost Fleet: Search for the Originators by Weil Raymond L

Author:Weil, Raymond L.
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Raymond L. Weil Publications LLC
Published: 2016-10-19T00:00:00+00:00

Aboard the Exeter Captain Marsha Trask exited the flight bay at the head of her squadron of Anlon bombers. Every bomber was carrying two Shrike missiles each armed with a twenty-megaton warhead.

“All Raiders form up in standard assault formation,” she ordered over her squadron’s comm frequency.

“Some mission,” muttered Lieutenant Fry. “Go out and shoot a Simulins warship, any warship, as we’ll be vastly outnumbered. We’ll be lucky to even get a missile off.”

“Shut up,” a female voice replied hotly. “You should have died on Absom when those Conqueror Drones had you cornered.”

“Yeah,” another female voice said. “I heard about the brunette you had a date with. I understand she ditched you.”

“It was a misunderstanding,” Fry replied defensively. “We’re still going to hook up.”

“Can the chatter,” Marsha ordered. “We have a mission to do. We’re going in with our fighters to target any Simulin ship that seems to have suffered extensive battle damage. Maybe we can take some of the pressure off our warships.” A bright light suddenly lit up space.

“What was that?” asked one of the male pilots.

“It was one of our battlecruisers,” answered Fry. “From my sensor readings, I would say it was the Livingston.”

The comm channel was quiet for a long moment and then Captain Trask gave her next order. “Form up on me and let’s get this done.” Switching over to the general channel, she contacted Captain Scott of the Black Rain fighter squadron. “Captain Scott, are you ready?”

“Yes, we’ll form up on your squadron’s flanks and try to give you some covering fire. At the very least we should draw some of their defensive fire toward us.”

“Let’s do it then,” Marsha said as she turned toward the Simulin fleet and accelerated her bomber. She knew in all likelihood she would not be returning to the Exeter. None of them would.

-

Rear Admiral Kathryn Barnes gazed at the tactical display anxiously. The delay caused by Camlin had put the Distant Horizon behind schedule. She felt like crying every time she saw a friendly green icon disappear from the display. “How much longer?”

“Forty seconds,” Sible reported. “I’m putting us directly behind the main part of the Simulin wedge formation. Distance will be two thousand kilometers. We’ll be directly between their warships and the Conqueror Drone carriers which are trailing their fleet by ten thousand kilometers.”

“Captain Weir, are the ship’s weapons ready?”

“Yes, Admiral,” Weir replied. “We can begin firing within two seconds of hyperspace emergence.”

“Clarissa, can you help coordinate our weapons fire? I want a spread of antimatter missiles aimed at those Conqueror Drone carriers. Their energy shields will be substantially weaker than their warships. I want them taken out.” Kathryn didn’t want to risk any of the deadly drones getting loose on Ornellia.

“Yes, Admiral,” Clarissa responded. “I recommend we hit their warships with all of our main weapons upon emergence. We can direct our antimatter missiles toward the Conquer Drone vessels. I calculate it will take two missiles each to annihilate one of their drone carrier vessels. After that it will take thirty seconds for the energy-siphoning field to fully activate.

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