"Captain, the Nagisawa reports eight craft are escaping June's atmosphere."
It was suppose to be a sunny day, but as usual the weathern patterns were always failing to abide by the rules of the weatherman. Many of the parents had quickly taken their children to the safety of their cars and left for home, only a few watched in joy as those who were left continued to dance and sing in the bask of the heavenly water.
"Initial scans show they are Junta class Shuttles, appear to have full crew compliments."
"Are you still enjoying your dauther catching a flu, or should we pack it up for today?" His grinn showed that he wasn't quite ready to leave, and neither was she.
"Lets just watch a little more, I'm enjoying the wether today." Together they sat on the bench in the park. One by one the children in the rain ran to their parents who called for them, leaving the confines of the park for home. They continued to leave, their rate quickening with the speed of the rain, until only she was left. Jumping in the puddles and skidding to a halt, she wrapped her hands around her father who picked her up.
"Mommy?" She said in the warmth of her father's arms. "I hope it never stops raining....."
It seemed like it was from another life, a life of innocence and....
"Captian, we've been ordered to destroy the vessles." Ensign Daz stood before her with the holopad that showed the information on the targets, aswell as Admiral Tywen's orders. She turned from her memories and to the situation at hand.
Ordering her vessle, the RSS Shilo, a frigate in the service of the kingdom, to pursue and destroy the shuttles. The Ship pulled away from the fleet, a force consisting of battleships, cruisers, LSTs, and many destroyers and frigates. A force that was raining death upon the planet below.
The cloud cover of June was dotted with holes of where the high intensity beams pierced it, each on their way to bring death to the Jaiken below. She took a glance outside her port in time to see another volley of lasers pierce through the atmosphere and devestate the land below, the clouds of death and fire showing they had hit their marks....
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Particle beams from the RSS Shilo destroyed three of the shuttles in quick succesion, knocking a fourth out of commision before it too was destroyed by another volley from the pursuing frigate. Numbers five and six soon followed as they turned into a ball of flame before the vaccum of space snuffed their light out. Seven split off from Eight, only to expose more of its feeble hull to the angel of death. It too disapeared in a ball of light, the only remindier of its existence was the debris. Eight, having a better pilot in control, evaded the onlsaught of death spewing out from the Shilo long enough to go to FTL and get to safety.
Joshua, like many of dozens of other Jaiken children, shouted out with victory at having survived the ordeal. They, like the crew, allowed themselves this momentary feeling of joy to rush through their veins.
They had survived the orbital bombardment for the past two months, they had survived the poison gasses that were sent by the Garhzans, and now they had survived pursuit of one of the hated vessels of the RGIN.
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"Target 3 has gone to FTL, Ma'am."
Before Capt. Miles could show her disdain for having allowed a mere shuttle escape her clutches, new orders from the Adm. arrived. Her ship was to break off and pursue the fleeing craft.
Spinning up their FTL engines, the Shilo left the orbiting fleet that rained death upon the Jaiken below, and left for the Andres 221 System, the location of the shuttle that had escaped.
Andres System
The Jaiken shuttle exited hyperspace. At just forty meters the shuttle was packed with almost fifty people, most of whom were nothing more than children.
Flight Officer Jason realized there would be a RGIN vessel in pursuit and knew that they would all die if they didn't recieve aid quickly. With that in mind, he broadcasted a message into the Andres System seeking help.
I am Flight Officer Jason Zu, High & Low Transport Industries Shuttle Craft 3920AD. I have approxiatmely three dozen children on board and am requesting help from anyone who hears this. We have just escaped the genocide of our homeworld, please, help us. MESSAGE REPEATS