trans_9 | Battle of Lobnas Sord [Open]

Spaurh had found the sensoriums. At first she'd merely been curious, recreating a few places from memory, trying out the zero-gravity simulation. She'd even dabbled in the piloting program (and found that she was almost as good as she had been out of training). And then she'd recreated her flagship. It had been perfect - almost too perfect. The crew acted like the real crew. Her Chief-of-Staff was so real that she'd almost thought he'd materialized next to her. Of course, that's when that worming little thought had burrowed into her head - what if? Could the battle at the Sord have gone differently? Could she have saved more of her men, her ships?

Despite her rather smug exterior, she honestly had cared for those under her command, even if in some abstract way. And even though she'd achieved a "victory" of sorts at Lobnas, the defeat had still stung. She was supposed to be rebuilding her squadron. Instead she was here. So, at a loss, she'd replayed the battle in the Sensoriums. And then again. And then again. She lost less ships, she lost more ships. But every time the losses had been crippling to her little fleet. And now she was doing it again. The ship rocked from a nearby explosion, "Looks like the enemy is stupid..."

She had made it this far into the fight - the retreat from the Sord, breaking enemy contact. But just as the first time, they were following her. Her crew, her wonderfully trained crew were giving it there all. Reports continued to stream in from the fleet. Another ship had exploded. and then-

"Mine! Incoming!"

"Evasive-"

The ship shuddered for a moment from an impact and a frantic bridge officer begin yelling as information scrolled across his screen, "Impact! Our engines are disabled! Another-"

The ship shuddered underneath her again and then the deck plating seemed to rise to meet her as the entire room turned into blinding white light. It faded out a few moments later, leaving Spaurh standing on an empty bridge. The words "Ship destroyed" burned across the viewscreen. Spaurh bit back a curse and stalked back to her command chair and slumped, sulking. There had to be some way to get a better result out of the fight....

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Spaurh knows why she's here. She's here to buy time and die. But at the same time this is a simulation. This has already happened and no matter what she does, the outcome has already been decided. She has to wonder how much longer the transports are going to take.

And then she orders one more pass on the enemy fleet. One more and then they will run.

"A group, stand your ground! B group, advance at full speed! Unload all mines at their engines!" She's trying to punch through... Lafiel thinks. I won't give her the opportunity.

From behind will come a barrage aimed to crippled the Abh ships' thrusters. She's unloading everything she has here.

She won't fail. She won't allow herself too, even as her ships start to die. One after another, temporary stars in the blackness of space. She's down to a handful of ships, but she keeps on pushing them. They're almost through now and even if she's suffered horrific losses, she's made the United Mankind pay in blood for this victory.

Even in a simulation, Lafiel finds she doesn't have the heart to finish off an Abh fleet. "Let them go." She orders her simulated men. The ships limp through the gate, the last being Spaurh's cherry red Lashkau.

The simulation winks out until they are left in the plain nondescriptness of the sensorium floor. "Your reputation is well deserved, admiral."

Spaurh had been order another repeat, when it all winks out of existence. She turns on her heel, blinking away her surprise. For a moment she frowns at Lafiel, "Deca-Commander... I didn't know you were here."

"My apologies, Admiral. I merely wanted to see how you would react to a change in the enemy's strategy." She's a little surprised Spauhr isn't snapping at her. She doesn't even appear all that angry. "

Spaurh frowns again, "...did you? You're a Deca-Commander. Don't get too far ahead of yourself, hmm?"

"Even an inferior sparring partner in riaic is better than none at all. And even an underling can give insight." She referred to the zero-g jousting she'd been a champion of back in the academy, the Abh's indigenous sport.

"Underlings are also supposed to learn from their superiors, not the other way around. Most of the time, anyway..."

She settles her hands on her hips, "Did you learn anything of interest?"

Luckily you are my superior here in name only. She thinks.

"I learned about grinding down a superior enemy with numbers and encircling a smaller fleet. Not Abh tactics but useful to know about."

Battle of Lobnas Sord [Open]

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