Extreme star field, Pandora galaxy, ring asteroid belt
"Captain Neo, the key now is to safely deliver the remaining transport team to Gaia. I must remind you that as a high commissioner of the Ministry of Military Affairs, you must safely deliver the three Imperial Guard regiments on the transport ship to their destination.
The land is my responsibility."
Neo Pral, the captain of the Dictator-class cruiser Reliable Servant, was staring at the holographic image of the haggard-looking Military Affairs Ministry official on the screen.
After a while, he gave a carefully considered reply.
"Indeed, those goods are your responsibility, but the transport ships that transport them are my responsibility. As the commander of the transport escort fleet, the decision I made was to find the two missing transport ships. Recently, the Black Legion's plundering ships have been
Activities on this route, the transport fleet last time
Four transport ships were lost when we passed here, and five transport ships were lost the next time. This is a shame. I will not let them succeed again... So I will send the frigates and as many transport ships as possible
The Starhawk Squadron remains here, pray that they can protect you enough, end of communication."
"Then you want to sacrifice the entire fleet for two transport ships!?"
No longer paying attention to the other party, Neo turned off the communication and turned to face the officers gathered on the bridge deck in front of him. They nodded politely.
"Your orders, sir?"
It was Neo's first mate who spoke.
"Give me the order, the Hurricane Wing will take off immediately, set to escort attitude, and set the battleship course to the last known positions of the Star Spot and Mackerel, and head there at full speed. We need to rescue the bandits.
Those two lost compatriots."
The Dictator-class cruiser was built by rebuilding the entire lance deck into a carrier-based aircraft launch platform based on the Moon-class hull. The original purpose of implementing this temporary measure was to provide a way to launch a large number of intra-atmospheric aircraft-Lightning fighter jets.
A simple way to launch carrier-based aircraft such as Predator bombers into low orbit to support surface operations.
However, the subsequent upgrades of the Dictator-class communication and detection systems expanded her business scope, allowing it to launch carrier-based aircraft to remotely strike deep space targets.
Later, the Dictator class increasingly began to carry Fury-class interceptors and Starhawk bombers. While performing missions as a fleet support ship, it also began to assume the role of independent patrol ships in various sectors.
Accompanied by the escort group, a single Dictator-class cruiser has been proven to be quite flexible in combat through actual combat tests. Not only can they pursue small enemy warships, but they can also use carrier-based aircraft groups to raid hostile worlds. Therefore, they often operate in combat hotspots.
Will be deployed in large quantities.
But the Dictator-class is more often used in combat missions to clean up pirates, and this is why the Reliable Servant can perform escort missions.
The Dictator is the Navy's most popular flagship choice for long-range anti-piracy operations. The carrier-based launch platform provides significant strategic flexibility, and pirates often prefer to hide in asteroid belts or hidden planetoids.
In the atmosphere, carrier-based aircraft have the extremely practical ability to drive these parasites to the outside world and into the range of the ship's macro-cannon. These battlefields are exactly where the cannons of giant ships cannot function.
Just as the cruiser launched its own Starhawk bomber formation and broke away from the fleet, the commander of the Black Legion predator fleet hidden in the nearby asteroid belt was looking at the signals on the display screen in front of him with sadness. Among them, the largest
The mark marking the Imperial Dictator-class cruiser broke away from the other convoys. At the same time, he also discovered that swarms of smaller energy signals suddenly appeared around the cruiser.
"He turned around to find those stragglers and launched space fighters to protect other transport ships."
He recorded this and confirmed the enemy captain's plan.
"Starhawk formation, probably, but even if the three frigates didn't move, they didn't leave enough firepower to protect the flanks of the transport team."
The commander stopped and covered his face with his scarred hands, feeling the strange new bones forming under the broken flesh.
Although he is a mortal, he joined the army of Abaddon the Despoiler fifty years ago, and the effects of the Mark of Chaos have already been reflected in him.
"Inform the other guys and get ready to work. When the cruiser comes back, we will only leave him with drifting wreckage and burned-out hulks."
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"I'm so unlucky to his mother, why are you so unlucky today?"
Captain Tucker Angel of the Starspot looked sadly at the old bridge and had to lean on his command platform to stay standing as another explosion rocked his ship.
Somewhere behind them, about a thousand kilometers away, the Star Spot's sister ship the Mackerel was in a dying state - her main reactor was down, the air inside from the enemy maliciously firing shells into the hull.
It sprays out into the universe from a hole drilled in it.
Strictly speaking, these two ships can be called "trash cans". They were decommissioned five hundred years ago, but were hastily refitted and put into active service due to war needs.
As the slowest ships in the convoy, their stumbling speed has put other ships in the convoy in danger, and they have been left behind by other transport ships rushing to a safe navigation point.
boom------!
As he spoke, another impact occurred, stronger than the last one, shaking the command deck.
Captain Tucker looked at the technician in charge of the damage control system and said weakly:
"Dammit, report the damage."
The bald middle-aged man quickly checked the runes floating on the screen in front of him, and then wiped the sweat from his forehead with his dirty sleeves.
"No torpedoes or other deadly things were found, but Captain, something just penetrated our hull, and our broken machine scanned that one of the enemy ships was launching a landing craft. Maybe we will enter soon.
Battle on the side...I have never touched a gun in my life, how about I go find a water pipe first?"
"I'll throw his mother away!"
Tucker cursed and subconsciously put his hand on the hilt of the sword hanging on his belt - this was probably a meaningless and painful resistance.
The ship had neither more weapons nor much sailors - most of the transports in the convoy were packed with heavy troops from Cadian, but Starspot and Mackerel only carried some equipment and
Supplies and crews face only a slim chance of victory against the incoming enemy forces in this battle.
To be honest, this probability is probably only slightly higher than the direct appearance of the Emperor - but Captain Tucker is a loyal servant, and he knows that his duty is to ensure that his ship and its cargo are not destroyed.
would fall into the hands of the Emperor's enemies.