Mother Ship Part 39

"How many fighters?" Rok asked as he looked at the oncoming T'kaan fighters, now joined by a formation of six T'kaan frigates.

"Sixty-two."

Rok cursed. The Band of Thunder had begun with over three hundred fighters.

Mother approachedthe crippled Kraaqi battles.h.i.+p to give it aid and fired a spread of torpedoes at the three T'kaan battles.h.i.+ps attacking it.

The s.h.i.+elds of the lead battles.h.i.+p buckled. Mother fired her main weapons at it, creating huge holes in its armored hull where they struck. The T'kaan s.h.i.+p slowed, and its systems began to fail.

The other two battles.h.i.+ps shuddered as their s.h.i.+elds blossomed from the direct hits of the torpedoes. But on they came.

Their guns suddenly erupted with ma.s.sive broadsides.

The Kraaqi battles.h.i.+p exploded instantly with no s.h.i.+elds to protect her. Finally, the indicator lit for her Hybrid weapon .

Mother rammed her engines full and dove hard. She lined up the two T'kaan battles.h.i.+ps, one before the other, in her targeting sites. They had drawn close together in order to intensify their fire on the Kraaqi battles.h.i.+p.

Too close.

Mother's hybrid weapon erupted, cutting through the first s.h.i.+p's port side and exploding out the other and on into the second battles.h.i.+p. The red beam did not exit the second T'kaan battlewagon.

Both battles.h.i.+ps rocked and shuddered a few moments as the internal explosions rippled down their lengths until suddenly both exploded into twin blossoms of light.

Alarms screamed inside Mother as she banked hard again to avoid more Hunter fighters. She redirected her energies once again, powering her Hybrid weapon for another shot, even as she began new repairs to her damaged s.h.i.+elds.

For the second time, her power grid went off-line and the backup took over. She began repairs again, ordering the Fixers and Guardian to specific points to a.s.sist. And then her s.h.i.+elds glowed under direct hits-more damage.

Mother started to activate the circuits to reload her torpedoes- and stopped. There were no more torpedoes left.

She would have to take on the three frigates attacking her with her main batteries alone.

"We've lost Dragaz'sentire battles.h.i.+p squadron," Kaldah shouted.

The Hrono Admiral studied the main viewscreen a moment, quickly he glanced down to the electronic layout of the fleets on the personal display beside his chair.

Dragaz's s.h.i.+ps had already fired the fifth and final firing of their hybrid weapon-they had done what they could. The Hrono battles.h.i.+ps had been dueling with twice their number of T'kaan battles.h.i.+ps these last few minutes-exchanging horrendous broadsides from their main batteries between firings of the hybrid weapon- and it was during those haunted minutes between firings when most of the Hrono s.h.i.+ps fell before the T'kaan fire.

The four remaining T'kaan battles.h.i.+ps were now coming for his s.h.i.+p, along with several frigates and two waves of fighters in support.

"Order the Scorpion, the Victorious, the Valiant and the Destroyer to close and fire their hybrid weapons on my mark," Tarlog ordered. He took a deep breath, and looked back at the electronic display, taking stock of what s.h.i.+ps he had left.

The smaller of the two Hrono battle phalanxes had been just been crushed. The main formation, which he led, was now being pounded. The T'kaan were attacking it from three directions as the Hrono phalanx continued to press forward. Worse, the T'kaan were now gathering forces at his rear, organizing themselves to attack from a fourth direction. Tarlog glanced up. "Fire!"

On the viewscreen, the four T'kaan battles.h.i.+ps intersected with the thick red bolts. They exploded, filling the viewscreen with a sudden, intense brightness, like four small stars going nova.

"We have twenty-seven total s.h.i.+ps left with an operational hybrid weapon, sir." Kaldah reported.

"I know," Tarlog whispered. "And they are almost down to their last firing."

"Order the remainingbattles.h.i.+ps to slow. Send all the battle cruisers forward to lead us," Rawlon shouted. He stood and marched across the bridge to one of the console stations, watching the officer as he worked its controls. "All other light cruisers and frigates are to hold their positions in phalanx."

Rawlon reached over to the console and tapped in a command. He waited.

The Kraaqi were down to twelve battles.h.i.+ps, each with two firings of the hybrid weapon. The battle cruisers had been hammered as well, protecting their a.s.signed quadrants of the mighty phalanx formation.

But there were twenty battle cruisers left.

There were seventy other cruisers remaining within the main phalanx after the right one had fallen and its remaining s.h.i.+ps had joined his formation.

But some of those s.h.i.+ps were down to their last firing.

"The Kraaqi left phalanx is falling," Curja said from his station. Several seconds ticked by in morbid silence, and then he sighed. He looked up at Rawlon. "They are no more."

The last Kraaqi phalanx, along with the lone Hrono phalanx, continued their b.l.o.o.d.y advance.

Rawlon walked back to his chair. But he remained standing, thinking deeply.

"Order all capital s.h.i.+ps of the Hrono and Kraaqi to use their normal weapons array first. We must save the hybrid weapon," Rawlon said decisively.

Rawlon turned and sat in his chair, staring at the oncoming T'kaan s.h.i.+ps. "I hope I have a reason for saving them," he whispered to himself.

"Got'em!" Jaricshouted to Kyle.

Kyle righted his s.h.i.+p, no longer pursued by the T'kaan s.h.i.+p Jaric had just destroyed. "Thanks, bud.

That's the last of that wave. We need to find Rok and form up again with the squadron," Kyle said.

Their two fighters drew closer together as they flew through the debris field of fallen s.h.i.+ps. As they looked around all they could see was nothing but floating destruction, and off in the distance a firestorm of blaster fire in every direction-as far as their eyes could see. "I hate to bring this up, but my weapons are getting pretty low," Kyle said.

Jaric glanced down to check his weapon's status but his eyes were drawn to his sensor screen first and the all too familiar shapes. "We've got more company. Six Hunter fighters incoming"

"Let's get'em," Kyle said with a business-like tone.

"Hard over!"Rawlon shouted.

The T'kaan cruisers fired, and the Thunderer shuddered under multiple hits.

"Load torpedoes!" Rawlon shouted again. "And get me reinforcements."

Curja raised himself from where he had fallen. Taking his hand, he wiped the streaming blood out of his eyes. "All s.h.i.+ps are engaged, sir. We must fight these three ourselves."

"Give me more s.h.i.+elds," Rawlon barked. "I want the hybrid weapon targeted at that cruiser on the right." Rawlon gripped his chair. He knew his flags.h.i.+p would be down to its last firing after this strike.

In a sudden, blinding flash, two of the T'kaan cruisers onscreen exploded. But the Thunderer had not fired. A manta-ray silhouette now shot across the horned prow of the third T'kaan cruiser as it began firing after it.

"Mothers.h.i.+p!" Rawlon shouted gleefully. "The wars.h.i.+p that lives has taken out two of them with a single shot!" He turned to the weaving form of his First Officer. "Send the entire spread of torpedoes into the remaining s.h.i.+p."

"S-sir," Curja stammered. "We are reaching a critically low level of torpedoes remaining..."

"I don't care!" Rawlon cut him off. "Send that s.h.i.+p out of this galaxy. Now!"

The five torpedoes in the spread ran straight and true. All but one found their mark as the T'kaan s.h.i.+p slowly rose straight upward and disappeared in a string of violent explosions.

As the explosions died away, Rawlon's eyes remained fixed on the darkened viewscreen. There before him, a clear field of stars broke out with no T'kaan s.h.i.+ps in sight.

"We're through," Rawlon said in disbelief.

He stood quickly, not expecting this sudden view of an empty star field. All that he had seen there before, T'kaan wars.h.i.+ps bearing down on him, had seemed to last for an eternity.

"Are we through?" Rawlon asked, his mind refusing to believe what his eyes told him.

Curja leaned heavily against his station, the blood from the wound on his head spattering across its dials and controls. Moving his arm painfully, his fingers worked doubly hard on the damaged console to coax its report.

"We are through." "How many s.h.i.+ps are still with us?" Rawlon waited expectantly, the silence of the bridge punctuated by the sounds of electronics shorting out in a shower of sparks from various other damaged stations.

"Two thirds... are lost." Curja reported in a low voice.

"And the Hrono?"

Curja punched painfully at his console. "Only a handful of s.h.i.+ps. Less than a dozen capital s.h.i.+ps. And..."

Curja winced. "The Mewiis are completely surrounded. Their defensive perimeter is failing." With a heavy sigh Curja slumped over his console.

Another officer moved over and sat him gently on the floor as he began tending his wounds.

"Get me the Mothers.h.i.+p." Rawlon ordered to a third officer.

Mother flew outinto the empty s.p.a.ce. She almost felt the battle was over. Redirecting her circuits away from her s.h.i.+elds for the moment, she began taking stock of the situation.

Behind her, the sole remaining Kraaqi phalanx was emerging, as was the remnants of the Hrono fleet, which was more the size of a battle group now.

Her sensors stretched out.

She noted the T'kaan s.h.i.+ps, now regrouping to attack them from the position they had just emerged from. They had only a few minutes respite at most.

She also observed that just over half of the T'kaan fleet had been destroyed, whereas most of the allied fleet was no more.

A comm signal vied for her attention.

"What are we to do now, Mothers.h.i.+p?" Rawlon's voice asked.

Mother's sensors stretched out again, but this time she centered on their present position, which was really the T'kaan rear. Like a huge spider's web, she noted the sensor readings that originated from the Great Horned s.h.i.+p. It was almost like background noise, she realized. It had been recorded before in the human-T'kaan war, but had been overlooked as unimportant. The myriad of signals pulsated out to the combined T'kaan fleets and the other two Great Horned s.h.i.+ps located nearby.

This particular one was the Great Horned s.h.i.+p of the Second fleet, now turning slowly away from them, along with its escort of cruisers and frigates.

"There actually seems to be a s.h.i.+p turning away from us," Mother said.

Tarlog suddenly appeared on Rawlon's viewscreen. "And remember, this s.h.i.+p is different from the others. Note the huge amount of communication signals originating from it."

Rawlon reviewed the Hrono data. "This s.h.i.+p has no weapons, but it does have ma.s.sive life signs- lifesigns equal to that of a well-populated planet!"

"Actually, two densely populated worlds," Mother added.

"It runs for a reason," Rok shouted from his fighter.

Rawlon stood. "There are only twelve T'kaan cruisers, and twelve frigates escorting her. We even have them outnumbered." He smiled. "All s.h.i.+ps. Attack!"

They turned for the fleeing s.h.i.+ps.

"Tarlog, your s.h.i.+ps must fight a rear-guard action. The other T'kaan s.h.i.+ps are now coming for us. They realize what we're doing. Hold them back as long as you can."

"I will," Tarlog said with conviction.

The Kraaqi s.h.i.+ps, now led by Mother, moved for the huge T'kaan s.h.i.+p.

As their target became obvious, the T'kaan escort s.h.i.+ps moved away from the retreating s.h.i.+p on an intercept course with the attacking allied s.h.i.+ps.

"Rawlon, save your hybrid weapons for the Great Horned s.h.i.+p," Mother ordered.

"Acknowledged," Rawlon said.

For the first time that day, the Kraaqi and humans engaged the T'kaan with numerical superiority. But the T'kaan s.h.i.+ps fought the fiercest of any that day.

Fighters streamed for them and attacked savagely. Jaric and Kyle each led a Kraaqi formation of fighters while Rok led his own. With a blinding flash of firepower, the cruisers of each fleet unleashed their broadsides simultaneously.

Mother fired her hybrid super-weapon at the lead cruiser and destroyed it with a single blow. Evading the oncoming fighters, she swept around the T'kaan s.h.i.+ps and on toward the retreating Great Horned s.h.i.+p.

Behind her, Jaric and Kyle's squadrons closed with the fighters she had just weaved through.

Her alarms, for the first time that day, gradually began to go silent as her circuits prioritized the repair activities. Mother's s.h.i.+elds now grew to almost eighty percent of full strength, and even her main power grid stabilized. Mother placed the backup power grid intosleep mode .

The T'kaan s.h.i.+p ahead grew larger on her sensors.

Mother stretched her sensors out to it at this close range, and she finally understood.

Her rear sensors noted that the last T'kaan cruiser was being destroyed by the Thunderer, and the rest of the Kraaqi s.h.i.+ps were coming forward through the remaining T'kaan fighters. But there were fewer Kraaqi s.h.i.+ps registering on her sensors.