"Confirmed RADAR Contacts; I got bursts of radiation all over the damn place!"
"This is Weaver-3, currently engaging enemy forces with MACs - DAMMIT"
"VAMPIRE, VAMPIRE, VAMPIRE. BEARING 290, GROUP OF 8."
"ETS Heart of Admen is down with all hands."
In the heart of the general chaos of the Elysian Fleet was the Helios-Class Battlecruiser "Aren's Dagger". Taking up position behind an asteroid, it had the duty of providing long-range support against the sea of ships that were facing them.
The ships had suddenly appeared and taken out 4 of the fleet's 8 frigates with lasers. 2 were downed due to overheating shield generators, 2 more were downed as missiles pumped hundreds of joules of energy into their shields and armor. The rest of the fleet had to make emergency FTL jumps to more advantageous positions, resulting in the current predicament - every ship was behind something. Captain Erin Davies checked her crash gear as her crew stayed at their stations, attempting to make the best of a bad situation.
Pound for pound, Elysian ships could easily outmatch the unknowns. It was the simple fact that they were heavily outnumbered - 6 to 30 - that made this much more difficult. Each and every shot he took would take his MACs out of the fight for a few minutes, and provide ample opportunity for the unknowns to strike back. While MAC rounds could core through their ships easily - those missiles would be able to easily take out her frigates and a swarm of them would take out the cruiser. Their missiles were crazy - they had the power of a small energy projector behind them, and had a sophisticated EW suite - making them hard to shoot down. Some of the only counters would be hundreds of coilgun rounds or PD missiles, but that wasn't guaranteed.
"CONTACT!"
She snapped out of her stupor and back to the active battle. The officer rattled off targeting information and the identification of the ship as she checked status on the MAC guns - fully loaded. Step one would be to bring the ship out of concealment.
"Fire aft maneuvering thrusters. Fire MAC 1 and missiles once we're clear, and then bring us back."
The ship rumbled out of its position as the thrusters fired, the thrusters allowing the ship to expose it's guns - a 500 ton round lanced out of the barrel at 0.25c, the speeds necessary to connect at these ranges. Evasive engines of all sorts flared up as the unknown ambushers attempted to evade - but to no use. The round vivisected the poor ship, splitting it in two. Missiles dumped out from the Bowman and Reaper pods scattered throughout the ship as Aren's Dagger dumped all sorts of munitions out into space, nuclear, kinetic, conventional, it did not matter.
Five Reaper missiles were armed with a kinetic payload, a fancy term for 5 darts that would use the kinetic force of the missile to slam into enemy ships. The darts would swiss-cheese enemy ships, and it was for this exact reason why some KE Reapers were fired.
The Reapers approached their targets, a cohort of smaller Bowman missiles acting as an escort for the Reapers. The reapers received guidance from the sensor arrays of Aren's Dagger, allowing them to guide themselves in the vast expanse of space. The Reapers then activated missile radars, allowing each missile to choose a single target. With them rapidly closing on their targets, lasers started to rapidly swat away at the missiles - shooting down hundreds of Bowmans launched from Aren's Dagger and her escorts. At the exact second of the missiles running out of fuel, the missiles released their radars and payload, allowing the KKVs to slam into unprotected ship hulls.
They worked flawlessly. As Bowmans lanced smaller ships with smaller detonations, the KKVs slagged multiple ship hulls - resulting in the complete destruction of said ships. The missiles were rapidly followed by detonation of 10 nuclear warheads, the placement of these warheads temporarily illuminating the battlefield with the power of multiple small suns and overloading visual sensors in a sea of white.
"VAMPIRE, VAMPIRE, VAMPIRE. BEARING 032, 50 MISSILES."
Captain Erin cursed. The amount of time they had spent out in open space was too much, and the enemy had launched their own missiles. The stress was written on her face as the missiles got ever closer.
100 kilometers. The first of hundreds of PD missiles lanced out of their pods as the Frigates ETS Harmony and ETS Defiant fired over 50 "Helper" Point Defense missiles at the vampires. The downed a grand total of 10 missiles, the EWAR suite being too powerful for the majority of Helpers to burn through. Both frigates received a grand total of 2 vacuum pumped lasers, completely overheating their shields and cutting their armor. Both ships would be lost with all hands.
75 Kilometers. The Battlecruiser ETS Founder Kandall had become a swirling maelstorm of death, the BC using its missile armament and MACs to great effect in the battle. No longer. 10 missiles were targeted at the Founder Kandall, and point-defense coilguns were able to down a good amount. 7 got through, and pumped hundreds of joules of energy into the weakened shields of the Founder Kandall. The shields were rated for a few megatons, but one of the missiles had the right frequency to bypass the shields. Despite the fact that the shields continuously changed frequency for this exact reason, a few seconds were all that were needed to cripple the ship. The Founder Kandall would eject 3 escape pods, with all other crew being presumed KIA. A starchart to the southern systems would be found in the escape pods.
50 Kilometers. The point defense coilguns fired hundreds of 50mm rounds at the incoming missiles, with predictive AI able to predict where the missiles would be. The two remaining frigates launched 50 more "Helper" point defense missiles, but were quickly overwhelmed by the amount of missiles and the active EW suites. Even with Home-on-jam active, they were only able to down a few missiles. Both frigates would be lost in a similar manner to the ETS Harmony and Defiant.
25 Kilometers. Autocannon rounds lanced into space as the Aren's dagger attempted to defend itself. With the coilguns firing off hundreds of 50mm rounds, it seemed like the defenses would hold. That was until multiple missiles breached point-defense, and pumped hundreds of joules into the shields.
Captain Erin slammed down on the emergency button to abandon ship as the shields overheated, and klaxons sounded before the ship was cut in half by 5 superheated lasers. Aren's Dagger would be lost with all hands.
It was a anticlimactic but expected end to a dramatic battle.
1 week later
NAVCOMCENT, Elysia
The Naval Command Centre was a vast underground complex, rated to survive orbital bombardments. There were no concerns about the security of the complex, as it was located in the middle of a no-fly-zone and guarded by a legion of Landeers. This security was further augmented by a 80 ship strong home-fleet, and hundreds of defense platforms in orbit over the planet.
Due to this, it was decided to hold a general strategy meeting at the complex. Admiral Bill Jones would be summoned, as he would have jurisdiction over OPERATION ARADEN, the operation to strike at the unknowns and secure the southern territories. Jones was born to a middle-class family on Arsan, and would have a uneventful childhood. Joining the navy out of a sense of duty and pride, he became known as a cunning and ruthless tactician - he had continually gone up stacked odds, and somehow pulled off a victory.
Ensuring that his suitcase was still sealed, he took a breath and went down into a lift. The lift roared to life as it sped down the metal passageway, flickering lights making it seem more like an acid dream than an important meaning. The door above him slammed shut with a start, startling him on the way down. Wires and pipes to places unknown sped by, a constant reminder of how fast the lift was moving.
The lift suddenly slowed down as it a large door creaked open, and two Landeers marched out, assault rifles at the ready. One of them pulled up a datapad and confirmed his identity, then motioned for him to follow. The small group marched through a maze of drab gun-metal hulls, the standard color for everything naval-related. His escorts opened a meeting room and he was greeted with 4 people; the most influential officers in the Navy.
Admiral Aidan Hall, the overall commander for the entire navy, and with buckets of political influence.
Admiral Mike Stander, the commander of the "Naval Intelligence Branch", the average intelligence agency.
Admiral Daniel Radire, the commander of the "Central Naval Group", the main naval group consisting of a battlegroup of newer shielded ships and hundreds of older ships.
Admiral Colton Renas, the commander of the Homefleet, a gargantuan fleet consisting of the newest ships, many of which were brand-new.
Taking a seat and shifting uncomfortably on the metal base of the chair, Admiral Jones quickly received a packet from a aide. Rapidly skim-reading it, he noticed that NAVCOM wanted him to shore up the Southern systems with new ships, and that he would be receiving a contingent of 10 Ares-Class Frigates to be combat tested against this new enemy. Apparently, the Areses' combined hundreds of innovations to match a single destroyer in a compact package - but they weren't cheap.
He was to present the readiness of the Southern Battlegroups to the admirals to ensure that the fleet could stand up to this new enemy. Standing up, he cleared his throat. "The Southern Watch BGs are some of the newest ships we have. They should be able to hold all systems with relative ease, and the addition of the Ares-Frigates will help our situation. A counter-offensive will have to be held off until the NIB can grab a star-chart of their territory or until we backtrace their jumps."
There was no need to present the effectiveness of Elysian Armaments to the group. They already knew that from black-box data that was automatically updated - and they had a estimation of their enemies' power level.
"Until then, i'll be shoring up New Ulaki, Adena and Aernes with our fleets. Those systems are closest to the incident, so we ought to fortify them. I'd like a few more squadrons to be assigned to the Southern BG's, or else we might be spread thin."
Admiral Radire pitched in with an offer.
"I can offer BG 2 of the CNG. It's the newest ships we have, all shielded. I can also route BG 4 to your location - it's mainly just unshielded ships."
Nodding his head in appreciation, he gave a plain reply.
"Alright, that's dealt with. Please have those routed to Fleet Anchorage New Ulaki, they'll be acting as a reserve."
The meeting rapidly dragged onto logistical aspects and other such necessities of war. Not much was said as the Admirals exited the building - the ETS Aren's Dagger would be avenged.