ShadowArxxy - Canon Omake - After Action I
Omake: After Action
Flag Information Center - HMS Tethys
The National Emergency Command Post (Afloat) modifications to the old Triton class submarine had converted the vessel's Combat Information Center into a fairly cramped and austere strategic command-and-control facility.
The Queen spent little time in her provided flag quarters during the three miserably tense days between boarding and the arrival of the Combine attack, instead alternating between receiving updates on the strategic situation and spending time in the officers' mess. It was quietly understood that Jackie Griffith despised the royal duty of being safe while her people went forth to fight and die in the name of the Queen, and the ship's officers quietly rotated through in their off-duty hours to keep her engaged in professional small talk.
When the time for battle came, the Queen took station by the master plot and glared at it with a focused intensity, as if she could reach through it to personally smite the little red pips that marked the incoming Combine invaders.
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"The enemy ASFs have rendezvoused with their DropShips and are continuing to retreat towards Griffin IV." The very, very young Lieutenant at the commmunications console subtly sagged with relief.
"Casualties?"
"All fighter wings report no losses, Ma'am." Word had spread that the Queen responded to "Your Majesty" with a terrifying glare, although no one could actually say who it had happened to. "And the L4 stations are transmitting an all-clear."
"Very good. Chances of a second wave?"
"They lost all of their ground forces when we took out the two DropShips, and the ASFs are too lightly armed to make an unsupported attack worthwhile. The day is ours, Ma'am." The lieutenant really shouldn't have added that, but he could practically see the weight evaporating from her shoulders.
The Queen nodded, her voice soft. "Let's go home."
Flag Information Center - HMS Tethys
Code:
Griffin IV:
Mule #2 (Landed)
Condor #1 (Landed)
System Space
Three-Collar Jumpship #1 (Outsystem)
Three-Collar Jumpship #2 (Outsystem)
Two-Collar Jumpship #1 (Zenith, Recharging)
Aqueduct #1 (-> Zenith)
Behemoth (-> Zenith)
Union-CV #1 (-> Griffin IV)
Leopard-CV #1 (-> Griffin IV)
Leopard-CV #2 (-> Griffin IV)
Leopard-CV #3 (-> Griffin IV)
Leopard-CV #4 (-> Griffin IV)
Leopard-CV #5 (-> Griffin IV)
Leopard-CV #6 (-> Griffin IV)
Leopard-CV #7 (-> Griffin IV)
ASFs: 90
BattleMechs: 0
The National Emergency Command Post (Afloat) modifications to the old Triton class submarine had converted the vessel's Combat Information Center into a fairly cramped and austere strategic command-and-control facility.
The Queen spent little time in her provided flag quarters during the three miserably tense days between boarding and the arrival of the Combine attack, instead alternating between receiving updates on the strategic situation and spending time in the officers' mess. It was quietly understood that Jackie Griffith despised the royal duty of being safe while her people went forth to fight and die in the name of the Queen, and the ship's officers quietly rotated through in their off-duty hours to keep her engaged in professional small talk.
When the time for battle came, the Queen took station by the master plot and glared at it with a focused intensity, as if she could reach through it to personally smite the little red pips that marked the incoming Combine invaders.
----
"The enemy ASFs have rendezvoused with their DropShips and are continuing to retreat towards Griffin IV." The very, very young Lieutenant at the commmunications console subtly sagged with relief.
"Casualties?"
"All fighter wings report no losses, Ma'am." Word had spread that the Queen responded to "Your Majesty" with a terrifying glare, although no one could actually say who it had happened to. "And the L4 stations are transmitting an all-clear."
"Very good. Chances of a second wave?"
"They lost all of their ground forces when we took out the two DropShips, and the ASFs are too lightly armed to make an unsupported attack worthwhile. The day is ours, Ma'am." The lieutenant really shouldn't have added that, but he could practically see the weight evaporating from her shoulders.
The Queen nodded, her voice soft. "Let's go home."