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Chapter 63: Kamuy war cruiser : Escape

[Target high yield quark fission torpedoes on the main reactor]

My optical implant showed my thought command transmitted to my war cruiser.

Time to test those old torpedoes.

They were engineered to last for a hundred years and a pain to replace, but it isn't like I will use it frequently, since the Kamuy system didn't exist.

A red targeting frame appeared on my on-screen viewer. It turned green once the system detected the main reactor on the conveniently located central Crusader escort.

[Prepare for trans-dimensional shift on mark]

Most primitive spacefarers, like the Council, applied a limiting theory of a three-dimensional universe of length, width and depth, and the dimension of time, to their engineering designs.

That's their biggest mistake which they never learnt.

Our trans dimensional capability means we are undetectable in a parallel dimension. Once we shift out, then it's too late.

[Warning: Weapons cannot be fired while exiting trans-dimensional shift]

[Overwrite safety protocol 89]

[Safety protocol is overwritten]

My warship slipped out of the trans-dimensional space rift. Their ten escort class ships barely reacted in time as one stream of plasma fire headed my way.

[Fire torpedo]

Too late for them.

The bright green light trail from a disruptor torpedo flashed past, heading straight for the main reactor-generator of a Crusade Class ship.

A bright yellow light burst when it hit the enemy ship, setting off a series of detonating fire works across its colossal hull.

Blocked by the rest in proximity, the ships couldn't move away fast enough.

[Hyperspace drive engaged]

[Dark Matter shields at 70%]

[Safety protocol overwrite: Active]

[Warning: Enemy fighter swarm exiting in Mark 56 and Mark 87]

My warship got the hell out of there using its hyperdrive jump to create a greenish tunnel of a space-time super speed corridor to escape, avoiding the line of fire and explosions.

The fighter swarm won't stand a chance to even catch up.

*BOOM*

That boom effect sounded the death knell for pursuing Crusade Class battleships and their surrounding ships.

First rule of space battles: never let colossal ships huddle together to form a huge bullseye.

Shooting down large ships which failed to distance from each other is like taking candy from a baby.

From a safe distance, with an amplified view on the deck viewer, I spotted large chunks of ignited debris flying from the first exploding ship into the others, setting off a mass explosive chain reaction.

One huge blinding ball of light enveloped the fleet of five Crusade Class battleships and their fighters shattering them into smithereens, like an exploding star.

Ripples of shockwaves through space rocked my ship violently, even from a safe distance.

The back of my neck felt the strong tug of the neural link attachment as the force of the shockwaves threw my warship further from its position.

My hands tightened the seat belt to reduce my movement in the seat and stop the tugging from the long metallic attachment. An appendage from the pilot seat connected the neural link on the back of my neck to the ship mainframe controls.

"Warning: left backward dark matter shields at 50%," my battlecruiser's mainframe wailed.

"Warning: stabilisers at maximum."

"Warning: weapons auto targeting system down."

"Warning: We are not that fucked yet. I repeat. We are not that fucked yet!"

"Warning: Stick it up!"

I chuckled at the two hacked redundant warnings. If the weapons auto targeting system is down, the navigational controls are next to go.

"Maverick to Space Punk, one more thing …um… we'll discuss the *cough* unauthorized modifications to your warship's warning system and safety protocols when you return," I imagined the commander's voice interrupted my fun over the sub space transmitter.

Alas, that never came through the system. Good old days are far gone now.

"Switch navigations and weapon targeting to manual, draw power to the backward shields," I issued my commands to the ship's mainframe, while the front deflector shields of my warship glowed from the minor collisions with more metallic wreckage.

"Alert: Weapons targeting set to manual."

"Alert: disconnecting the neural link."

A small click and the appendage with drew from the neural link on my neck.

Upon disconnection, the optical implants in my eyes amplified my vision enough to spot over 400 small blinking dots moving away in a distance from the neighbouring sector, entering mine.

Those idiots broadcasted distress signals from their escape pods in an enemy territory.

"Alert: Navigation controls switching to manual on grip control."

The pilot seat moved me forwards to manual control panels with one flight stick in the middle. with three buttons on the side. Top button for the phasers, middle button for torpedoes and bottom for missiles.

My left hand gripped the flight stick to swerve my battlecruiser around the floating remnants of the five Council Crusade class battle carriers, their escort ships, and many fighter crafts.

My fingers itched to press on one of the buttons to fire something. The Great Swirl logo floating on a piece of what used to be the front hall tempted me.

*Clunk*

Something hit the deflector shields hard, distracting me from temptation.

"Warning: right deflector shield at 80%."

"Visualise on screen," I ordered.

The screen on the diamond glass viewer brought up images of a partially blown cylinder and chunks of twisted metal bobbing around together in space.

I tilted my head at those dots. Their distress signals will only bring more ships to our area after the residual interference from the battlefield dissipates.

That means more work for me. I don't like extra work.

"Space pirates on our tail now," Arabaki reported.

The droid swarm kept itself in a crawling view, refusing to take any form, due to the distrust of the others who boarded.

"Ask Zhiva for the codes to transmit a message to them."

"Who is Zhiva?"

"Their boss, just broadcast your voice to ask," I replied. "We got a bunch of space pirates and an Iktomin modified species."

"I see…been making friends in the Ultramax?"

I shrugged at Arabaki's sarcasm.

"By the way, how did you happen to be nearby?" I asked.


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