Bad Seed Ch.13

“Stealth Trigon,” Wren almost growled.

“Stealth achieved, I believe that his ship detected our presence, though I am not sure,” Trigon said as he started to run system checks.

“Fire a few missiles at his ship, standard pack, let’s see if they can really see us or not,”

Wren ordered.

“Compliance master Wren, now firing standard missile pack, impact twenty seconds,” Trigon reported.

Twenty seconds layer four missiles detonated on her brother’s shields.

“That all you got Wren, please,” Thomas said, then started to yell.

Four missiles behind the first four, winked out then appeared inside Thomas’ ship’s shields. This second set, hit the hull in almost the same spot, effectively putting a good size hole in the ship.

Thomas was cursing as he watched his own missiles sped toward Wren’s ship.

Alarms started to go off, “approaching weapons have extensive explosive power, suggest protective cover,” Trigon was warning.

“Execute dash and crash at a thousand meters,” Wren ordered.

“Warning, warning maneuver could cause damage to this ship,” Trigon warned.

“Shields at full,” Wren ordered as the ship slipped into a trans-warp portal. The missiles went with them, then the portal opened up a thousand meters from Thomas’ ship.

Trigon had the ship banking as hard as he could, along with the engines at full.

Thomas eyes grew wide as his own missiles hit his already weakened shields. The resulting explosions knocked almost all his systems offline. Even pulling away as hard as they were, their ship still caught the edge of the explosive force.

Wren pulled herself off the floor, cursing when she saw that half her own systems were offline.

“Now affecting repairs to power systems,” Trigon informed Wren.

“Damage,” Wren shouted above the alarms that were going off.

“Power generators are damaged, power now at half as are shields. Propulsion is also damaged, Trans-warp is off-line for a few hours, as is warp drive. Both systems are slowly repairing, we do have sub-space, though weapons are also off-line for a few hours,” Trigon said.

Wren nodded at each thing that Trigon said. Though she was mad at her brother, she was far madder at herself for him getting to her like this.

“Estimated time for my brother’s ship to get to a more operative state,” Wren asked.

“Unknown, with a full crew that is capable, I would estimate no less than three days. That, is why an approximate estimate is not possible,” Trigon said.

Wren nodded her head as she grabbed what she could heading to the back. A door slid aside as she entered her engineering section. “Seems like I was just in here,” Wren said.

Esmerelda was cursing even harder, there were about ten bodies scattered on the floor behind her. Most of the bridge crew had already evacuated the bridge.

She smashed her fist into the console when she saw no one else to kill. “Chief engineer, get this ship operative in an hour or you’ll be the next to take a spacewalk without a suit,” Esmerelda snarled into the com.

A look at the floor behind her eyebrows rose. She’d not even remembered killing the bastards, well, she was getting better.

She continued to stand still where she was, she was afraid she might kill one, she really needed. At almost an hour, several systems started to come back online.

A beeping light caught her attention, “bridge,” she growled.

“Empress,” came the chief engineer’s voice. “I have well over fifty percent of the ships systems back online. Though we still cannot move much, hull integrity has been restored. Well, everywhere the hull is still whole. We can dock with other ships to take on supplies, that is if you wish to.”

“Yes,” Esmerelda hissed, “dock with the others of the fleet. To the fleet I am transferring to another ship, prepare for my arrival. I want all advanced tech transferred to the new ship, keep working on improving it.”

Less than a half hour later, the Empress was on another ship, all teach including her secure room was transferred. A smile finally on her lips, she left the bridge entering the room.

She sat in the throne chair opening her com. “Have you transferred all the advanced tech?” Esmerelda asked the chief engineer.

“Yes Empress,” came the man’s voice. “Everything has been moved to your present ship. As ordered, I am continuing to advance your shields and weapons. I have managed to go up another twenty percent.”

“Just how much more powerful than our shields, was the attack that hit us?” Esmerelda asked.

“From what I saw of the readings, they had almost twice the power we did. It appears she was prepared for us,” the man said.

“I could tell that from the damage they caused. Get to work, get me better protected. Know that I will enjoy killing you very slowly if you don’t produce better results,” Esmerelda growled.

The man was nodding as the Empress broke contact. He was making great headway now, though matching the princess’ power, was still a way off.

Thomas smiled for a few moments when he saw that his missiles had indeed detonated not Far from Wren’s ship.