Post by Captain_Quintus on Apr 4, 2016 6:57:59 GMT
Postby FSF Eris » Wed Aug 24, 2011 8:14 pm
A battle had been won -- the first real victory for the Starfleet lines. It had gone off relatively smoothly, with minimal casualties... on their side at least. The Tzenkethi losses were much greater than theirs, and they had disrupted the convoy lines at a key point -- maybe even more important, according to intelligence reports, than they had first thought. From what Julia heard, the crew was celebrating fairly openly and the parties were hardly limited to Aquarius -- most of the ships in the 23rd had their own set of the festivities.
In spite of the way that their good fortunes had fallen, however, she was having trouble getting into the spirit. She understood the psychological need to take satisfaction out of their first, small victory, and she certainly embraced the idea, but she could not quite bring herself to be able to join in the festivities herself. There were still too many of those "minimal casualties" for her to ignore.
The success also brought on a sense of grim foreboding. It was as if it was just occurring to her that now the "go run and ambush" tactic was going to be less effective. Julia had no doubts that the Tzenkethi were going to start fortifying their transports heavily, and she had no particular desire to run into half a dozen armed cruisers flying along with the suppliers. She loved a good ambush, but thinking they would have no response for the Starfleet raids was beyond naïve.
Curling up with a hot cup of tea, a blanket, and fifteen padds with different pieces of critical tactical information -- which was starting to become a habit -- Julia rubbed at her neck, less than enthused by the prospect of trying to stay three steps ahead of a bunch of Tzenkethi that were now aware that they were trying to stay three steps ahead... and to make fireworks out of their fleet in the process. Though, she thought as she started in on her tea, there really wasn't much that was more satisfying than taking out the sons of howling cat-bitches. Nor did she owe her crew any less than to eradicate the threat they posed.
Payback was going to be a bitch for the scaled abominations, and if the 23rd had to slice through the entirety of the Tzenkethi fleet and every support vessel the species had to avenge Atlas and the frontier worlds that the bastards had seized, Julia would see to it that it was done.
Never leave survivors, she thought sardonically. Better to not go on the offensive at all than to leave behind an avenger for the dead. It was a lesson that the Tzenkethi responsible would one day learn well. Julia had sworn it on her life. And even if those Tzenkethi who were responsible were not in these convoys, one day they would meet, and the day would belong to her.
In the meantime, however, there would be no "set-piece" battles while Starfleet could barely crack their territory. That was why these raids were so important, and why Julia had every intention of pouring all of her energy into making them completely successful. Until the lines were completely fractured, however, that meant many more hours of tea and late nights than destruction of cargo haulers and cruisers. Unfortunately.
A battle had been won -- the first real victory for the Starfleet lines. It had gone off relatively smoothly, with minimal casualties... on their side at least. The Tzenkethi losses were much greater than theirs, and they had disrupted the convoy lines at a key point -- maybe even more important, according to intelligence reports, than they had first thought. From what Julia heard, the crew was celebrating fairly openly and the parties were hardly limited to Aquarius -- most of the ships in the 23rd had their own set of the festivities.
In spite of the way that their good fortunes had fallen, however, she was having trouble getting into the spirit. She understood the psychological need to take satisfaction out of their first, small victory, and she certainly embraced the idea, but she could not quite bring herself to be able to join in the festivities herself. There were still too many of those "minimal casualties" for her to ignore.
The success also brought on a sense of grim foreboding. It was as if it was just occurring to her that now the "go run and ambush" tactic was going to be less effective. Julia had no doubts that the Tzenkethi were going to start fortifying their transports heavily, and she had no particular desire to run into half a dozen armed cruisers flying along with the suppliers. She loved a good ambush, but thinking they would have no response for the Starfleet raids was beyond naïve.
Curling up with a hot cup of tea, a blanket, and fifteen padds with different pieces of critical tactical information -- which was starting to become a habit -- Julia rubbed at her neck, less than enthused by the prospect of trying to stay three steps ahead of a bunch of Tzenkethi that were now aware that they were trying to stay three steps ahead... and to make fireworks out of their fleet in the process. Though, she thought as she started in on her tea, there really wasn't much that was more satisfying than taking out the sons of howling cat-bitches. Nor did she owe her crew any less than to eradicate the threat they posed.
Payback was going to be a bitch for the scaled abominations, and if the 23rd had to slice through the entirety of the Tzenkethi fleet and every support vessel the species had to avenge Atlas and the frontier worlds that the bastards had seized, Julia would see to it that it was done.
Never leave survivors, she thought sardonically. Better to not go on the offensive at all than to leave behind an avenger for the dead. It was a lesson that the Tzenkethi responsible would one day learn well. Julia had sworn it on her life. And even if those Tzenkethi who were responsible were not in these convoys, one day they would meet, and the day would belong to her.
In the meantime, however, there would be no "set-piece" battles while Starfleet could barely crack their territory. That was why these raids were so important, and why Julia had every intention of pouring all of her energy into making them completely successful. Until the lines were completely fractured, however, that meant many more hours of tea and late nights than destruction of cargo haulers and cruisers. Unfortunately.