Battle of Semirres Planet (3)
Peter Anderson opened his eyes and found himself inside an LAAT/I troop assault transport. More than twenty soldiers stood or sat in the cabin, while he was the only one lying on the floor.
"Pretty lucky, brother." A dark-skinned soldier beside him waved a hand. "I lost my gun just now, so both my hands were free. That's why I managed to grab you. Hey, I'm Kato from Company One. What company are you with?"
"Thank you." Peter Anderson hurriedly thanked him. "I'm with Company Three. My name is Peter Anderson."
"Company Three? You guys hadn't even assembled when the warship was attacked, right?" Another soldier beside him, wearing Private First Class insignia, chimed in. "I glanced that way just now. I'm afraid there weren't many from Company Three who made it out alive. You really were lucky."
Another shockwave rolled over them. The transport shook violently, accompanied by muffled explosions. Peter Anderson looked up and saw the massive hull of the Hunter Class Battlecruiser they had been aboard slowly tilting behind them, countless explosions and flashes of fire erupting across its surface.
Clearly, the enemy had no intention of sparing a ship that had obviously lost its combat power.
Peter Anderson stared blankly at the doomed giant vessel. He could even make out the direction of the compartment where they had been moments ago—on the lower side of the warship, toward the rear near the hangar platform.
But a huge hole had already been blasted open there. All he could see was melted metal and countless blackened wrecks.
Fighters and transports streamed desperately out of the warship, trying to escape. But then an even larger shadow swept toward them with overwhelming force, blotting out even the soft light reflected from Semirres Planet!
A Behemoth-class