“Bombers are in position,” Rose said. “On my mark… mark!”
Henry clutched his thrusters and pointed the starfighter away from the alien fighters. The remaining pilots followed, leaving the aliens with a clear path to Ark Royal. They’d be indecisive for a long moment, Henry was sure. Did they take the shot at the Old Lady or did they chase the human starfighters? Either one would expose them to human fire. And then the aliens made up their minds. Over a hundred starfighters hit their thrusters and roared towards Ark Royal.
“Engage the alien carrier,” Rose ordered. “The Old Lady can take care of herself.”
“Plasma weapons on standby, sir,” Farley reported, as the red icons descended on Ark Royal. “Targets locked…”
“Fire as soon as they come into range,” Ted ordered. “Don’t hold back.”
The alien starfighters seemed to wobble as they realised just how many plasma cannons had been placed on the carrier’s hull. Even their carriers couldn’t put out so much defensive firepower, not when an exploding cannon could do serious damage to its host. But the human engineers had just fixed the cannons to the hull; if they overloaded and exploded, they’d only scar the carrier’s armour. And the sheer weight of firepower they could pump out more than made up for any risk.
Ted smirked, remembering the first time the Royal Navy — and their allies — had tried to attack an alien carrier. They’d been unprepared for plasma weapons back then and the results had been disastrous. Now…
Payback’s a bitch, he thought, as dozens of alien starfighters exploded as they tried to weave their way through the hail of fire. A handful of plasma cannons were lost as their containment chambers exploded, but the remainder just kept firing. He couldn’t help wondering what it would mean for the long-term development of space warfare technology, assuming they survived the war. Had the starfighter had its day?
A handful of very skilled alien starfighters made it through the point defence and engaged the Old Lady directly, firing plasma weapons into the weapons and sensor blisters covering her hull. Ted had to admire their nerve as they tried to avoid his point defence, while doing their best to cripple the Old Lady and leave her a blind defenceless wreck. One by one, they died, but they did real damage. If they lost more sensors, he noted, targeting their weapons would become impossible.
“Launch our remaining probe,” he ordered. “Set it up as a secondary sensor platform, ready to take over if necessary.”
It wouldn’t work well, he knew, even though active sensors were hardly necessary now that both sides had abandoned stealth. The probe didn’t have the sensor capacity of a full-sized carrier, even the ancient Ark Royal. But it might be all they had, if the aliens kept pounding on the hull. It looked very much as though the remaining starfighters were nerving themselves up for another round.
“Admiral,” Farley said. “We’re running out of mass driver projectiles.”
Ted muttered a curse under his breath. The aliens had proved alarmingly effective at blocking or destroying the projectiles, now they knew they were under attack. Both of the targeted starships were still intact… and closing in on Ark Royal. He didn’t want to know what the superdreadnaught used for weapons, but he had the alarming sense they were about to find out. It had launched missiles, he knew, yet he doubted they were all the craft carried.
“Continue firing,” he ordered. Was there any point in trying to convert scrap metal into projectiles? It was worth a try. “Then have engineering start shoving pieces of scrap into the factory. Tear out anything that isn’t absolutely essential.”
Farley smirked. “Including the kitchen sink, sir?”
Ted had to smile. “Yes,” he said. “Everything.”
And then the carrier rocked violently.
The alien carrier wasn’t that different from a modern Royal Navy carrier, Henry noted, as the starfighters closed in on their target. She was a long cylinder, with six smaller cylinders surrounding her, each one capable of launching and recovering two squadrons of starfighters or other small craft. The aliens didn’t seem to draw any line between fighters and bombers — the Royal Navy had cut down on bombers after developing its own plasma weapons systems — which gave them a flexibility Henry was inclined to envy. But it was also a weakness.
He sucked in his breath as the alien CSP moved to engage, firing as they came. The aliens seemed frantic to keep the humans away from their carrier, which made sense. If they lost the remaining carrier, they’d be unable to recover their starfighters, condemning their pilots to die in the inky darkness of space. Henry felt a moment of… guilt — he’d almost died in space — then issued his orders. The human starfighters broke and attacked. One alien starfighter exploded under his fire, another slipped away and rolled, then came back towards him at terrifying speed. Henry had bare seconds to evade before it was too late.
“I can’t shake this guy,” one of the newer pilots said. “Some help, here?”
Henry nodded, then swooped after the alien pilot. He was good, he noted, but not good enough to chase one human while evading another. Henry would probably have broken off if someone had tried to attack him like that, yet the alien pilot hesitated a fraction of a second too long. A direct hit blew his craft into vapour; Henry spun away, then turned just in time to see the bombers make their attack on the carrier. Four bombers died as enemy point defence opened fire; the remainder evaded and launched their missiles, then spun away as the aliens started focusing their attacks on the missiles. Nine missiles died, the remaining two detonated and stabbed beams of deadly light into the alien carrier.
“Aw,” Rose said. “She survived.”
Henry was marginally impressed. The aliens obviously hadn’t had time to coat the ship in any form of heavy armour, certainly nothing comparable to Ark Royal’s solid state protection, but they had managed to add some additional shielding that had improved her chances of surviving a direct hit. One of her launching tubes was gone, along with some of her interior, yet she could still fly and fight.
Rose cleared her throat. “Bombers return for replenishment,” she ordered. “Fighters… attack.”
The alien starfighters grew more desperate as the human starfighters closed in on their target, one of them even resorting to ramming a human craft in a savage attempt to force it away from the carrier. But it wasn’t enough. Henry pressed down on the firing stud as the enemy carrier came into range, sending bolts of superhot plasma burning through her hull and into her vulnerable interior. The other pilots followed, knowing it was only a matter of time before they blew the carrier apart. Behind them, the alien starfighters followed, firing constantly. Two human starfighters died before the alien carrier started to die.
“Break off,” Henry snapped, as he saw the first explosion. Several alien craft had died in the Battle of New Russia, when the aliens had introduced humanity to plasma weapons for the first time, as the human carriers had died under their fire. “All ships, break off!”
He yanked his starfighter away from the carrier just in time. A series of explosions tore the ship apart, sending pieces of debris scattering through space. Henry grinned, despite himself, as he saw the alien starfighters suddenly hesitate. Had they had second thoughts, he wondered, now that their mothership was gone. It was a little too late to save their lives, he suspected. They could have tried to surrender, but Ark Royal was in no state to recover alien starfighters.