Daniel’s
voice flooded through the bridge.
“Roger
that!” a male voice declared over the comm-link as he eyed the
viewscreens with a steely look on his face.
“Acquire targets!” the Admiral commanded.
He
entered a series of commands into his console, “Roger! Acquiring targets!” the response echoed on the comm-link. The
trio of tactical viewscreens was virtually alive
with targeting reticules and blurs of target tactical data. In seconds, each
airborne target had layered blinking red circular reticules around them. 10, 20mm
rectangular batteries protruded from the ventral-starboard hull, angled at
their targets.
“Targets acquired!” he snapped, then hovering
his pointer finger over the button lit red and directly declared, “X-Ray-One-Five-Seven-Lightning missiles are
standing by for launch order, sir,”
The
Admiral looked at the squadron of hostiles approaching the compound and then
barked, “—FIRE!”
“Launch order confirmed!” he declared, pressing
the fire button, watching circular indicators on his console light up
simultaneously, “Missiles away, missile’s
away!—Fox-Ten!”
The
missiles shot from their rectangular housings in a blinding flash of white
light and distorted the space immediately surrounding the mouth of each battery.
The ship’s tactical sensors tracked the missiles as they soared at Mach 50 toward their targets and gave an
accurate ETA for the missiles’ impact.
It began
to rain in the surrounding area.
In a
seeming blink, Daniel watched as Odyssey’s
tactical sensors showed a crisply straight bright blast of lightning tear through
the aircrafts’ fuselage, instantly violently exploding each aircraft into
scattering metallic, flaming debris.
“Confirm
targets are down,” Daniel commanded.
“Confirmed! All hostile aircraft are down . . . Showing ejection seats falling from the hostile aircraft!”
“Roger
that,” Daniel acknowledged dismissively as he turned his attention to group two’s
phasing toward Captain Winter.
In a
seeming blur in time, group two passed through the layers of rock and then they
were less than five feet from Winter, swiftly sweeping the room with their
rifles as group two’s lead snapped to aim at a hostile alien’s back and fired
three shots. The alien crumbled forward onto the right shoulder of the chair
and then rolled onto the floor nearly motionless. Aaen closed his eyes and
recoiled away from the action, cringing. Several other pops negligibly echoed from around the corner to lead’s right.
Group
two’s lead thumbed a signal to disengage the phase. Each Shadow quickly
appeared as a magnified distortion and then became visible.
“Kill the lights,” lead commanded
accompanied by a hand gesture. The rest of group two snapped and precisely shot
out any visible light sources in the room with a single shot each.
Lead
lowered his weapon as he turned to Captain Winter, “I am Lieutenant Alexander, Union
Shadow Forces Corps,” Aaen noted the Lieutenant’s voice was deep, and he had a
slightly southern accent, “Are you okay?”
Aaen
didn’t answer, only looking at Alexander with a confused look.
“Are you okay?” Alexander asked again,
this time more directly as he knelt down, activating his tactical helmet light,
shining it on Aaen’s face and holding Aaen’s chin to check for injuries, then Alexander
activated his comm-link, “Two-lead to Alpha
Lead. Confirming hostage is in-hand. Repeat:
confirming hostage is in-hand.” The announcement echoed through Odyssey’s bridge and New Horizon’s.
New Horizon’s bridge and Odyssey’s was abuzz with celebration.
Daniel
looked at Odyssey’s viewscreen and
commanded, “Group-Two: RTS with downed
hostiles. November-Hotel will coordinate
local friendlies on Oscar with prosecute
hostile Charlie-Oscar. Departure in five mikes, over.”
“Copy that.” Alexander acknowledged. Two
other members of group two lifted Aaen from the chair. Alexander turned to the
rest of group two and signaled to move out to gather the downed hostile aliens.
The
Shadow behind Daniel read the new tactical data on his computer screen then turned
to face him, “Sir, group two reports hostage is secured, hostiles are in-hand. Receiving
signal to RTS,” the Shadow in front
of Daniel began disconnecting the extra computer equipment.
“Execute,” Daniel commanded, watching the
tactical readouts on the viewscreen blacked out, then read “Systems Restarting.
Returning to Flight Operational Mode.”
Daniel
turned around and faced the first officer. The ship’s doctor rushed to deck two
through the internal phase pad.
“Group-two: you are clear to RTS,” the
Shadow behind Daniel declared, watching the indicators on his screen seemingly
blink from one area to another. There was chatter over the Shadow’s headset, “Roger
that,” he acknowledged turning around, “Group
two is safely back on-board, sir. CMO is securing hostile aliens in stasis and
attending to Captain Winter,”
“Very
well. Secure station. We’re Mike-Oscar,” Daniel acknowledged, gesturing to move
out.
“Aye, sir,”
Daniel
looked at Odyssey’s first officer, “I
relinquish command to you, sir,” he said, shaking his hand. “Computer,”
The computer
chimed acknowledgment.
“Return
full starship command privileges to the first officer,”
The
first officer nodded, watching as Daniel led the other Shadows on the bridge to
deck two.
The
first officer took the center seat, noting the main viewscreen’s principle
functions had been restored and the bridge computer stations looked like they
had been returned to their normal functions. He faced forward.
“New Horizon, this is Odyssey X-Ray-Oscar, requesting new
orders.”
*****
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