Spearhead
12:00 SET
2195
On the Stealthlon, the alternate Blackbird and his skeleton crew whooped for joy as the shuttle exploded and the Explorer remained intact.
Thier joy was short-lived as the Storm-A came again, targeting the Stealthlon's weapons.
"Take energy from the translight engines and reinforce the weaponry," Blackbird ordered. Take out his manuevering." He grineed as the ship rumbled again. "If they get this ship back, it won't be in one peice," he said.
"Good job, you two," said Mansel as Broadaway and Serena stode onto the bridge.
Taking the helm from Lieutenant Horne, Broadaway immediately began to move the Explorer towards the Storm-A.
Mansel was about to ask the helmsman to explain himself, but then realized his plan. Instead, he hit a button on his chair. "Engineering," he said. "What's the status on the translight engines?"
"They're in the red right now, Mansel," Mansel's wife, Lieutenant Patterson called. "We're working down here."
"Work faster, Ontavia. Mansel out."
Broadaway moved the Sovereign class ship around to where he was using the Storm-A as a screen. To help out, Lieutenant Ingle fired on the Storm-A's weapons. One laser turret broke off and floated away.
The lights on the Stealthlon had gone out a few mintues ago; emergency lighting hadn't been restored due to lack of energy.
"Transporter's out," called Captain Ordese. "Repair crews are working on it."
"Good," said Blackbird. "We need Cain."
The DaNastie brothers, Grant and Stephen, had decided not to go directly to the Stealthlon, but instead to strafe the UN building. It seemed as good an idea as any other.
"Your painfully primitive plan has come to a cease, soldier," Maradine informed Cain. "Soon, Earth will be mine and the UNSF wil not be around to stop me. I'll tear down every bit of UNSF property." He sighted Cain in his gun sights again. "Starting with you."
"Yeah!" declared Grant DaNastie. “Good hit!” His first strafing run had resulted in one of the sides of the UN building crumbling. Stephen follows up with a barrage of his own, further concentrating on the slowly deteriorating side.
Grant DaNastie’s bomb knocked off Maradine’s shot, but it still came close enough to scorch Cain’s ear. The alternate Stealthlon Executive Officer yelled as he lunged at Maradine and tackled him, knocking the gun out of the terrorist’s hand. Maradine drove a fist to Cain’s face, catching him square in the nose. The Captain fell back, gushing blood. Lunging out, he landed a boot to the side of Maradine’s head, which had little or no effect on the adrenaline raged madman. On his feet now, Cain dove for him, totally missing as Maradine’s body slid to the left. The building was falling, slowly.
The gun was closer to Maradine than Cain. The terrorist scrambled to pick it up and snapped off a quick shot. It sizzled by Cain’s cheek as the Stealthlon Executive Officer ducked.
Throwing himself behind a table, Cain noticed his own gun sliding his way as the building continued to fall. Another strafing run by Stephen DaNastie shattered the windows.
The building was listing to the left incredibly now; enough for furniture to move. Maradine caught Can with a boot to the ribs and prepared to end his life with a quick shot to the head.
A couch slammed against him, knocking him over and pinning him to the wall. Cain, now with gun in hand, avoided the falling light fixtures and ceiling tile and stepped over to Maradine, who was still struggling to free himself of the couch. Without a word, Cain snapped off two quick shots, ending Maradine’s life.
“The UN building is collapsing!” announced the alternate Commander Hayes. “Cain is in there!”
“Transporter room, what’s your status?” Blackbird asked.
“We have marginal power, but it’ll be iffy. Better to wait--”
“Lock onto Cain and get him out there.”
“Sir--”
“Do it!” Blackbird ended the conversation.
