In the seemingly endless black between the stars, a ship was flying as fast as it could, firing its rear mounted cannons at its pursuer. The guns fired often enough to inflict damage, but not often enough to truly reveal its location. The entire crew of 7,000 was in chaos as they secured sub-stations, monitored the vessel's vital signs, kept the stealth cloak running as well as it possibly could, and a million other things at once. Their pursuer was a ship on the lookout for FTL traffic, this particular region of space was very rarely traveled, which makes it a popular route for various smugglers and outlaws. So the Glakites leave behind space stations in these places that emit fields to stop a ship’s FTL engine dead, and a ship to intercept and question the vessel that was stopped.
Usually this was a Corvette, The Human Event and her crew would be able to take 3 on in a fight and destroy them all without breaking a sweat, however, this time the accompanying interception vessel was a Glakite Cruiser. The Human Event can also destroy multiple Crusiers easily, if either 1: The Human Event had the element of surprise. 2: Was prepared with warheads and other upgrades, or 3: The Human Event has either a trap or reinforcements. But clearly the Destroyer had none of those, and so she was dueling for her life against the Glakite Crusier and her 34,000 strong crew. It had just as many weapons as the Human Event’s 14 guns and primary charge cannon, but they were far superior in firepower.
One hit and The Destroyer would be in trouble and pain, the crew was acutely aware of this, their being dragged out of FTL had caused their stealth cloak to deactivate, if only for an instant, was all that was needed for the Cruiser to spot them and give chase. A desperate fight, the crew were giving everything they can to the fight, the knowledge of what the Glakites do to their human captives was far more motivation than the bad odds in these long 5 hours.
“Enemy Shields are at 5.23%, they’ve entered Catatonic Overdrive,” Felicia, the Communication’s Officer reported with her cute brunette ponytail and face.
Optimistic news, with the shields lowered that much, it’s only a matter of time until they can start inflicting real damage.
“EMP pulse charge, detonation 47 kilometers from Starboard, 289 kilometers from Prow!” Erek, the Navigation’s officer reported, his long blond hair reaching a considerable length down their back.
“Adjust course by .33 degrees to Port, cease fire from all weapons until we can put our stern directly facing the enemy,” The Captain calmly ordered while sitting on her chair at the center of the room, looking at the display. A lot of the Cruiser’s shots were visible, allowing them to be evaded if given enough time. However sooner or later that Cruiser is going to hit the Destroyer, Human Event’s luck won’t last forever.
“Confirm. Adjusting course by .33 degrees to Port,” The Helmsman and Lee Helmsman collectively reported.
“Confirm. Ceasing fire for all secondary Cannons,” The Weapon’s Master, Jacob proclaimed.
The Crusier and the human ship were moving at the same speed, so the fact that Human Event needed to turn to avoid the EMP pulse meant that the Cruiser would start catching up, Making it more likely that the Destroyer would be hit. The bombs that the EMP pulses were carried by were far harder to detect, the Destroyer’s native sensory equipment would’ve been able to give a warning that something had been launched in the area.
“Enemy Shields have left Catatonic overdrive, they’re currently rising at 8.49%!”
However, the sensors were severely damaged in an attack a few years ago, and what couldn’t be fixed was a patchjob replacement with whatever they had available at the time. Only a few minutes later and another EMP pulse detonated.
“EMP pulse charge, detonation 107 kilometers to Port, 260 kilometers to from Prow.”
They’re trying to trap us! The Captain noted grimly, her face devolving into a slight frown of anxiety.
“Shift the stealth drive to maximum, turn to face the Cruiser as fast as we can without compromising our cloak!” The Captain ordered. “Charge the Main cannon!”
“Confirm. Adjusting heading.”
“Confirm. Adjusting thruster output.”
“Charging main cannon.”
And The Human Event turned to face the Cruiser, as the vessel was flying a thousand miles an hour, it needed a wide and long arc to fully turn.
“Slow down current speed by 14%,” The Captain ordered as the Human Event completed its turna round, causing the two ships to come closer. “Re-engage secondary weapons.”
“Copy, enemy shield at 13.4% and climbing, re-engaging with Secondary weapons.”
“Charge Cannon at 15% capacity.”
The ship loomed in the distance, growing larger, tiny explosions were rattling against it as the Destroyer’s secondary cannons were once more grinding away at the shields.
By the time the Cannon was charged at 20%, the enemy shields were lowered back to 11.
“Hold,” The Captain said, her face steel. “Hold.”
“We’re getting close to the enemy sensor range,” the Erek reported. “If we want to disable that ship, we better do it soon!”
“Hold…”
Shields 10%
Cannon 25%
“They put their shields in catatonic overdrive again, we’re not going to get better odds than this!” Jacob tersely reported.
“Fire all weapons!”
The Destroyer’s Charge cannon let loose a beam of pure white devastation at The Cruiser. The deluge of firepower was so powerful that everyone could see where the ship was. The Glakite Cruiser was in an instant consumed by the white light, iy glew bright as the sun. When the light vanished everyone could see the Glakite Cruiser was heavily damaged, on fire in many places, crippled.
The Captain smiled as she gave the order to begin evasive maneuvers and then activated her ship’s intercomm. “Ladies and gentlemen, we beat them!”
“Enemy Cannon fire fire, headed straight for us!” Felicia reported.
Indeed the sensors came to life and an alarm began blaring out on the bridge, the Cruiser had fired all of its weapons the same time Human Event did!
“Evasive maneuvers! Full burn!” The Captain shouted before reactivating the ship-wide comms. “All hands, prepare to suffer enemy fire!”
And so The Destroyer turned to dodge the incoming attack as fast as it could go, now completely unconcerned with staying hidden. After a few tense minutes of the alarm ringing, and everyone holding onto whatever they could find, the ship was wracked with explosions as the blasts detonated.
Splat!
The Captain looked up, holding the armrests of her seat tightly as she turned off the alarm.
“Damage report!”
“Shaken but not stirred, our engines are destabilized, but should be back to full speed shortly, no deaths, only 27 were injured.”
The Captain smiled, letting out a breath in relief.
“Phew, alright then. Text that interdiction station, tell them that if they let us go we will leave them all without saying a word. If not, then they will be destroyed.”
“Roger,” Felicia reported before beginning to type a message to the station. The Captain rose from her seat, her red hair falling shoulder length. Her sleeves were long and white, holstered safely at her hip was her personal side-arm, however, her legs were completely bare save for her shoes, and the only garment protecting her modesty around her waist was a re-usable alien diaper. The entire crew’s uniforms are designed the exact same way, their rank and importance on the ship were signified by the color of their diapers.
The Bridge crew and the Officers were black, while The Captain’s Diaper was pure white, and hers was heavily soiled, and very visibly sagging. She left the Bridge and walked to the nearest medical station where the medical officer was on the station, changing a man with a green diaper. The second the Ground Trooper’s change was complete she acknowledged the Captain. Emerging from behind the counter, revealing her yellow pants, worn by the Sanitation crew, cooks, and medical personnel.
“Ah, Captain. You’re not hurt, are you?”
Emma shook her head, getting up on the large changing table “You know the drill.”
“Righty,” The Doctor said as she tapped the sides of Emma’s diaper, accusing thr sides to separate from the front and then unfurl, revealing the hideous mud inside, as well as the inner absorbent layer soaked with her urine. The Captain put her hands over her chest and looked up in slight embarrassment, the medic got to work, wiping all of the waste off and putting the pants in a bio-hazard containment bin before taking The Captain’s diaper and placing it inside down on a small device like a cube. The diaper sank underneath the surface of the sube, only its outside layer visible, in a few seconds the machine beeped and the diaper rose, completely clean. The medic applied anti-rash cream to Emma’s parts and put the diaper back on her, tapping the sides to make them fuse with the front. Emma got up, thanking the medic before maknig her way back to the Bridge.
She took a deep breath, contemplating.
That last attack went poorly, she pondered. I waited too long to attack, giving us barely any time to dodge. We were lucky that mistake didn’t kill anyone this time.
She chuckled to herself as she reached the door to the Bridge, which was guarded by Red diapered security personnel, who saluted her as she entered. Nobody was concerned that the Glakites would report their position, their accursed pride wouldn't allow that ship to ever admit it was beaten.
"We're back on course, Captain."
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