CROSSFIRE - Atlantis DSV - New Cape Quest
CROSSFIRE - Atlantis DSV - New Cape Quest
CROSSFIRE - Atlantis DSV - New Cape Quest
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Rounding the apex of the mountain, the sensor returns on the rest of the squadron<br />
steadily dropped off, one by one.<br />
“Ghost stories,” she repeated to herself as she steadily rounded the embankment.<br />
“Wonderful...”<br />
Cunningham‟s eyes went wide as the sonar went berserk, returning a contact less<br />
than half a mile in front of her. She swore as she pushed the nose of the Raptor in to a steep<br />
dive to the sea floor, the massive bulk of the object flying by at better than three hundred<br />
knots. “What the fuck,”<br />
Her head snapped around in time to catch the ominous, black hull melt in to the<br />
darkness behind her. “Rapier Nine!” she barked, “Get the hell out of here!”<br />
Commonwealth approached the bank slowly as every alarm in the Flight Operations<br />
Centre and CIC started blaring. Both Cunningham and Rogers had emerged from the<br />
shadow of the mountain again, but they were not alone as the massive, unmistakeable bulk<br />
of a warship pulled out of its hiding place to sweep around the ridge line to meet the UEO<br />
battlecruiser.<br />
The order for the rest of Commonwealth‟s fighter squadrons had already gone out as<br />
Ainsley finally saw what the WSKRS returned to the ship‟s screens. Tactical officers were<br />
calling out shooting solutions and firing orders to every one of the ships batteries as he,<br />
Callaghan and Banick stood in silence watching in amazement.<br />
“Batteries one through twelve are tracking, guidance locks in ten seconds!”<br />
“Laser batteries armed. No IFF!”<br />
“Firing-point procedures, all tubes – target designated Master Forty Three...”<br />
All three of the officers recognised the lines of the vessel before them, appearing<br />
from the shadow of the mountain like a ghost straight from their past. Ainsley‟s voice rose<br />
above the din sharply.<br />
“Belay those orders!” he cut in. “Stand down all weapons!”<br />
“Admiral?”<br />
“Do it, Lieutenant!” Banick added, his eyes not breaking from the ghostly image on<br />
the screen in front of him.<br />
The ship was in full view now, stem-to-stern being easily as large as Commonwealth<br />
herself at around two hundred and seventy meters. Her lines were similar in many ways, if<br />
perhaps a little unrefined by customarily „organic‟ UEO standards.<br />
But this surprised none of them. Vessels of the North Sea Confederation were<br />
typically bulky, utilitarian designs, and the Escort Submergence Vehicles were absolutely no<br />
exception.<br />
“I‟ll be damned,” Roderick whispered to herself, her mouth gawking in shock.<br />
“Still no IFF,” repeated the tactical officers as they ran the schematic. “...Design is<br />
consistent with North Sea Confederation Polaris class <strong>DSV</strong>. There‟re a few anomalies I can‟t<br />
work out.”<br />
“Don‟t bother,” Ainsley said, shaking his head. “That‟s the NSC Vengeance,<br />
lieutenant. You won‟t find her in any fleet rosters.”<br />
“She‟s hailing us,” Banick muttered.<br />
“I thought she might be,” Ainsley replied, suddenly feeling a very familiar and very<br />
sickening feeling in his gut. “...Put them up.”<br />
Ainsley watched as the CIC‟s main screen dissolved to black, and then cut back in to<br />
show the stern, chiselled face of a man he thought had been dead for two years. Captain<br />
William Stiles bore a lop-sided grin, his straight-cut, black uniform being lost against the dim,<br />
blue light of his ship‟s bridge behind him.<br />
“Captain Smith,” Ainsley drawled slowly, deciding to use the name Stiles had tried<br />
posing with last time they had met. “I saw you die.”<br />
“So did the Alliance, Admiral,” Stiles countered wryly. “I‟d appreciate it if you<br />
instructed your subfighters to stand down.”<br />
Ainsley held that thought for a moment, as the idea crossed his mind that his silence<br />
might very well cause the Rapiers to save him a great deal of pain and effort. After a<br />
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