It was supposed to have been a simple mission. The Riptorn was to have met up with deep space mining fleet Zulu at zero-eight hundred. The computer reported no recent destroyed ships and no pod kills in the last twenty four hours, however the mining fleet was nowhere to be found. It was Captain Miles Blacks first mission. The Indelta Corporation had seen fit to provide the captain with a Tech I Rifter and able crew. It was a far cry from the ship he was used to piloting but the corporation felt it was an undue risk to let the captain fly in guns blazing in his Tech II Wolf. At least they gave me the same class of ship, too bad I'm working with a new crew though.
Where the heck is the Zulu and where the heck are the scouts I sent out? A honest question, if you hadn't been a capsuleer for the past eight years. The answer was pretty much obvious to him, they were dead. It had been two hours since he sent his lead scout Captain Riley into the adjacent sector for a simple gate camp recon and another hour since he sent our Rileys second in command, Captain John Simmerson. Where are they? Neither had returned.
The corporation, as it always does, provided clean-cut orders. The Riptorn was to meet up with Zulu fleet and escort their ships back to corporation controlled sector space. Escort the fleet? Ha! More like escort the cargo. They don't care about the fleet. Along with escorting the fleet Captain Black was under strict order not to engage enemy targets unless fired upon and above all else, refrain from entering Alliance space. The Indelta Corporation was knee deep in peace treaty talks with members of the Divine Alliance. Corporation CEO General Walter Kross had put forth a corporation mandate which prevented any member from entering Alliance space until such time as the treaties were signed, with a pen or with blood. I prefer blood myself, but then again I never did much like politics.
"Sir, there is activity on the gate!". This is what they pay me for.
"Something is coming through."
Captain Black peered over his glasses at the ships monitor. "Set high alert. Prepare your stations. Approach the gate at half speed." This is it people, this is what you train for. No matter how many times the captain had uttered that phrase to the crew, it always feels like the first. With a missing mining fleet, both highly experienced scouts missing and ship fitted for escort service and not fleet battle, captain Black was concerned. I might be a capsuleer, but my crew aren't. I'll live, they will die. Not on my watch. "Full speed to gate".
"Sir, it's one of ours. An Iteron from the Zulu mining fleet. It looks like it got beat up pretty good. Sir, your orders?"
"Open a channel, I want communications. I want to know what the hell is going on here!" I want to know where my damn scouts are.
"This is Captain Rouge of the Zulu mining fleet. We were driven into Alliance space by members of a rival faction, a fleet of thirteen. We've lost two smaller Iterons but both managed to jettison their cargo before destruction. Zulu Commander Rickerson ordered me to scoop up the cargo and head back to corporation sector space, escort or no escort." Where are my scouts dammit!
"Captain Rouge! I need a Zulu fleet status report and a fitting itinerary for each ship, and I need it yesterday!" I'm not supposed to enter Alliance space! Screw that. I'm here to save lives, not cargo. The Iteron piloted by Captain Rouge slowly flew past the Riptorn. Massive blaster holes could be seen along it's left side from stern to aft. My god, how is that bloody ship still together? What was once no doubt a beautiful ship and the pride and joy of her captain was almost nothing more than a floating wreck in space. Its armor plating had been completely stripped away exposing the hull. The hull itself had taken enough damage that various sections had been completely blown open, ejecting tiny debris into the vast openness of space.
"Sir, Zulu status report and fitting information are up on your monitor. You orders?" This is bad. Damage reports indicate that the mining fleet wont be able to last much longer. We need to get in there now! Captain Black was reading over the various fittings for each of the mining ships when another ship jumped through the gate. Captain John Simmerson burst onto the comms channel in a fury of chatter.
"Sir, it's hell in there. Captain Riley is still cloaked 150 kilometers out from the gate awaiting your orders. We've switched to secure channel A125Z for combat operations. Your orders sir?" Captain Simmerson was always direct and to the point. A quality hard to find among capsuleers these days, one of which Captain Black admired greatly. In or out? In or out? In!
"Escort the damaged Iteron back to corporation sector space. I need you to alert the war counsel of our situation and request that a second escort fleet warp here and secure and defend any ships from Zulu fleet we are able to save. Hop to it!". The captain had made up his mind. Alliance treaty or no treaty, he was going to save his ships.
"Switch to tactical. Prepair to jump". In an instant men and women were rushing to their stations. Screaming and pushing filled the control room. They were going to battle. The rumbling of the jump drives drowned out all the crew noise and for a second, it all seemed so calm.
"Multiple targets 15KM, 22KM, 25KM. Seven cruisers and a two battlecrusier." The man behind the helm screamed.
"Multiple targets inbound, 200KM. Three destroyers and one battleship."
"Sir?"
"Lock targets and engage. Switch to secure combat channel A125Z." Ship visuals began to pop up on the various monitors above the captains head. Shield levels, armor levels, hull strength. All the important information a captain needs when in battle. If that battleship gets here the Zulu fleet will be annihilated, us along with it. "Captain Riley! Engage that battleship and slow him down. We need to get Zulu through the gate." One hundred and seventy five clicks off the port side Captain Rileys cloaked ship appears. Within seconds Riley is along side the battleship. His stealth ship is no match for the accompanying destroyers and not before long Riley is destroyed and podded. Now that's a hero. Riley managed to statis web the battleship long enough to allow seven of the ten Zulu fleet mining ships to jump. These three won't make it, think Black, think!
"Put the Zulu fitting information back on my main monitor. I think I have an idea!" Captain Black said. Yes, yes! This might do it, this might work! "Open a unsecured channel with the Captain of that Iteron V. NOW!" The communication operator gave the captain a strange look. Yes, I said unsecured channel, now open it! Without saying a word the operator opened the channel.
"Captain of the Iteron. This is Riptorn Captain Miles Black. Active your Cynosural Field Generator. Our entire combat fleet is standing by to warp." Black said with a stern voice over open communication channels. Within seconds the Cynosural Field Generator was active. I hope they fall for it. "Target the battleship. Approach at full speed, when we're in range, fire!".