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The first beam fired by the Salient's spinal cannon ripped through a small destroyer, tearing it into quarters. The fourths were sent to drift in space listlessly while the limbs of crew members floated away with little spheres of blood trailed them in the vacuum of space.
"Damage report, Mr. Hansen," Aronimus turned to the petty officer.
Hansen sifted through the status readings, "Aye, sir. They've managed to do some extensive damage to the outer hull, but they haven't breached yet, so we're safe."
"Hmmm," Aronimus was deciding whether or he should move the ship forward and position it beyond the field of debris. That would leave them out in the open for a clear attack, yet at the same time allow the Salient to fire its salvoes. The Salient could handle it of course, but repeated abuse would eventually breach the outer hull. He could decide to stay within the field, but should the FTL drives activate prematurely, the debris could be damaging during the slip space jump. He decided to position the ship outside the debris field, so as to neutralize the need to rely on the main particle cannon. This would allow the FTL drives to activate faster.
There were a million things the old Admiral had to worry about, the squadrons of fighters still roaming out in space, the Marine squad that was deployed onto the crippled pirate frigates, the two A.I.s aboard Silver Eye's armada. He was wondering where his XO was as well, but no matter.
"Clear the debris field, Mr. Summer," with that command he pressed a key on his metallic desk. The ringed projector established itself before him, flashing a variety of screens in front of him.
On one screen was Commander Dunaway, who was in the Barracks with his subordinates.
"Commander Dunaway, have the two fireteams reported in yet?"
The Commander saluted, "Bravo Team has sir, but Alpha team hasn't responded..." then the Commander turned away, his attention stolen.
"Wait no, they're in transit right now, a shuttle, and I believe Captain Dunaway is flying on his own."
The Admiral's eyebrow raised, "What do you mean?"
"Our scanners are showing that he's relying on his suit," The gadget had surprises, Aronimus wasn't amused.
"And how's the prisoner?" Commander Dunaway paused a bit.
"She's proving to be a hassle, I've got the notion to go put one in." Aronimus chuckled.
"I'll send Lieutenant Commander Chen to see the prisoner, she's been aboard a prison vessel before. Perhaps the Nottingham taught her a thing or two."
"Hmm, hopefully she'll have better luck than my officers,"
"Hopefully, Weston out." Aronimus cut the comm.