846. The Lost Fleet (Seventeen)
21BBY, Galactic Standard Time January 16, 4:22 am.
Halm system, Galaxy Republic 20th Army fleet, flagship Elder (Elder), bridge.
20th Army Governor Octavian-Grant looked at the clock nervously. There are still 570 seconds left in the countdown!
Cold sweat fell from his forehead drop by drop, and his fists were clenched tightly to the point of trembling. Almost every news coming from the direction of Blade Fleet is bad news...
Just half an hour ago, Separatists and Luukri-Hok-class battleship suddenly started a hyperspace jump and disappeared suddenly in front of everyone. At that time, Octavian still hoped that it was just the warship trying to escape or jumping indiscriminately due to a sudden illness.
But soon a message came from Blade Fleet that this ship Luukri-Hok-class battleship actually appeared there! Although the battleship collided with Plague and was severely damaged after jumping over, it still brought a large number of reinforcements!
Not only that, as Luukri-Hok-class battleship carrying an advanced high-power electronic jamming system passed by, Separatists immediately took control of the electromagnetic environment on the battlefield, and the communication with Blade Fleet was also interrupted!
"Why... can they start jumping in advance?!" Octavian grabbed the communicator in his hand and gritted his teeth. He didn't have the strength to crush the communicator, but he still squeezed the device and made it rattle.
"It is said that the powerful Force user can do this... This means that there should be a fallen Jedi Knight on the ship of Separatists. Currently, Jedi Master Obi-Wan-Kenobi is on the way. He can also help us achieve a hyperspace jump that does not require navigation..." the adjutant said respectfully.
"It's too late..." Octavian took a deep breath, "This hyperspace tide is our last chance."
"Actually..." the adjutant glanced at Octavian carefully and said, "Staff Department's suggestion is... to retreat. The situation over Blade Fleet is not optimistic. In the worst case scenario, after we enter that airspace, we will be besieged by a large number of Dreadnought-class heavy cruiser..."
Octavian shook his head, "No, not that fast. We still have a chance. Separatists does not have the key to activate the battleship. They must first crack the battleship's system to activate it. But we can activate the battleship immediately! This is our time difference advantage!"
The navigator came over, stood at attention, saluted, and said, "Your Majesty the Governor, the parameters of the hyperspace channel have been confirmed. We just have to wait for the countdown to end before we can start jumping."
"Start preheating the hyperspace engine immediately! Reduce the turret power and increase the shield energy!" Octavian-Grant decisively issued the order, "Scan the energy parameters of the Separatists battleship."
"Scanning completed." The radar soldier replied, "They have also reduced the turret output, and the energy index of the shield is increasing!"
Octavian-Grant stared at Separatist fleet on the screen with burning eyes, "Then, see you on the next battlefield!"
The countdown is over, and no changes are still visible in this cosmic space, but in the sophisticated hyperspace sensors, the chaotic hyperspace forms an unstable channel at this moment. This passage was constantly swaying like a flexible streamer, and then gently passed by where Blade Fleet was.
At the moment when the two overlapped, the top leaders of both sides, Commander, Octavian-Grant and General Trench, all issued orders at the same time!
"Start the hyperdrive!"
"Start... jumping, tsk tsk tsk tsk."
At 4:35 in the morning, the airspace where Blade Fleet is located, Plague Titan warship.
A heavy-duty Turbolaser Turret is adjusting its direction and then starts charging. A huge shell filled with explosive gas is pushed into the barrel. Then a violent reaction occurs the moment the operator presses the button, forming a plasma group with hundreds of millions of degrees and super explosiveness, and then shoots out of the barrel instantly!
Green plasma with at least one-fifth the speed of light pulled out a long band of light against the background of the dark starry sky, and then exploded on the hull of a Aquitenes-class light cruiser ship.
A devastating explosion...
Hunter Squad and a dozen other surviving clone warriors looked at the extremely huge turret outside the porthole, and they were all silent. Crosshair wiped his scope, raised the sniper rifle and aimed in the direction of the turret, then put it down slumped.
"White Line is finished... Light Cruiser..." The technician looked at the battlefield information on his personal terminal and sighed, "Our fleet is failing. Even if we blow up the bridge of Plague, they still have people controlling it in the turret... Plague is not completely paralyzed."
"A super battleship of this size cannot have only one command center." Hunter said.
"What the hell! Find the other command center and blow it up!" Clearance King roared.
The technician shook his head, "No chance. There are at least 1,000 Gran soldiers on Plague looking for us now. After blowing up the bridge, they have been completely angered. Moreover, we can't hide here for too long..."
"Then what should we do?" Clearance King was angry and punched the wall beside him.
Hunter was about to speak when suddenly a metal plate next to him moved!
Everyone reacted immediately, and more than a dozen blasters were pointed in that direction instantly! However, when they tried to pull the trigger, they found that the trigger was all stuck.
"Don't be impulsive, soldiers..." The metal plate was lifted, and Zabrak Jedi Master Yisi-Kos walked in, and then leaned against the wall weakly.
"General Isi-Kos!" The two Clone Trooper next to him hurried over to help him.
I only saw bruises all over Is-Kos's body, including gunshot wounds and burns. His cloak had long been torn off, and blood was seeping out from under his tight-fitting suit. In his waist, there was a piece of shrapnel inserted deeply. This was his most serious and almost fatal wound.
"General, let me treat your wound." Clone Trooper Iron Box said as he took out a first aid kit. It turned out that he was a medical soldier in the army.
First spray hemostatic liquid, then carefully dig out the shrapnel, then seal the wound with stem cell spray, and finally use nano-medical equipment to irradiate it.
It only took less than 2 minutes for the fatal wound on Isi-Kos's body to heal a lot.
He nodded and said, "Thank you, soldier. I have been searching after the collision, but now on this battleship, you are our last strength... Fortunately, the people in Separatists don't know this yet - they are searching everywhere on the battleship, which makes their forces dispersed. This is our opportunity."
"If you have any plans, please tell me." Hunter said firmly.
"There is no point in continuing to stay on Plague. There is a shuttle parked next to a damaged cabin about 800 meters away from us. Grab it. Then you enter a Dreadnought-class heavy cruiser and drive the battleship back to Galactic Republic. This is the last thing you can do." Isi-Kos said.
"No problem! Let's do it!" Clearance King slammed his fists as big as bowls together and said loudly, "Go now!"
"Don't worry!" Is-Kos stopped him, "Don't be impulsive. Let me divert some of the enemies away first, and then you can go there when you see the opportunity... You are all excellent soldiers, you know what to do when."
"But... General!" Iron Box hesitated.
"Stop talking. I am Jedi Knight, and my chance of survival is much greater than yours... It's decided, don't wait for me after you grab the shuttle, take off immediately! This is an order!" Isi-Kos said firmly.
Crosshair nodded and picked up the sniper rifle, "Good soldiers obey orders. We will definitely achieve the battle plan!"
Isi-Kos nodded heavily, glanced at all ten Clone Troopers, then opened the metal plate and rushed out.
A moment later, there was a burst of Gran angry roars and intensive gunshots outside.
Hunter looked solemn. He nodded slightly rhythmically, calculating the location and distance of the gunshot. After a while, he slammed the wall, "Now! Charge!"
More than a dozen Clone Trooper immediately rushed out and moved quickly towards the intended target.
Along the way, I encountered some scattered Gran soldiers and B-1 combat robots, all of which were easily killed by these Clone Trooper.
They fought their way through, and sure enough, outside a damaged cabin, there was a Gran shuttle docked!
Plague's Hangar Platform had been destroyed, and the storage area was also severely damaged, so when these Gran Marines came over, they basically found a gap or hole that had been blown up in the already riddled warship and directly got in to land.
Easily dealing with a few Gran soldiers left behind, these Clone Troopers filed into the shuttle.
Hunter walked at the end, firing firepower to suppress the Gran who were chasing after him angrily, while looking into the distance. The gunshots and explosions over there kept coming, and they were very dense. There was no doubt that Isi-Kos was fighting a large number of Gran soldiers!
Hunter took a deep breath and clenched his fists tightly. He hesitated.
"Hunter!" Crosshair said in a deep voice from behind, "Good soldier, obey the order."
Hunter then turned around, nodded heavily, returned to the shuttle and closed the hatch.
The shuttle immediately took off, increased its speed to the maximum, and flew towards the direction of Blade Fleet at high speed.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred!
In this airspace, a large amount of white light suddenly began to flash! This is the physical phenomenon of a battleship escaping from hyperspace jump! And these white lights are very dense and even connected into one piece!
There are a large number of fleets approaching here!
"A battleship is coming!!" the technician driving the shuttle shouted.
Before he could finish his words, dozens of huge warships appeared here instantly. Then these warships fired directly at the selected target without any hesitation or even raising their shields!
"It's our fleet!" The technician looked at the more than ten Hunter Class Battlecruisers that appeared on the sensor screen, "There are also...Separatistss!"
2 Luukri-Hok-class battleship, and a mixed formation of more than ten other ships consisting of Kohl-class Battlecruiser, Martha-class heavy cruiser and Sova-class Carrier! On these battleships painted with blue and white stripes, the hexagonal logo of Confederacy of Independent Systems is extremely eye-catching!
The airspace where the shuttle was located was instantly filled with countless lasers, Blaster Beam and missiles! The alarm on the console kept ringing, and the technician drove the shuttle like a small boat rising and falling in the stormy sea, teetering on the edge.
The fleets of both sides immediately took off all fighter jets, and these fighter jets did not fly towards the opponent's battleship formation, but went straight to Blade Fleet!
The technician concentrated all his energy on driving the shuttle and tried his best to prevent himself from being hit by stray bullets. "Here! There is another Dreadnought-class that no one has entered!"
"No!" Hunter suddenly shouted, "Find a battleship occupied by Separatists!"
He looked solemn and added, "We don't have time to warm up the battleship's engines."
The technician nodded and immediately turned around and flew towards another ship, Dreadnought-class heavy cruiser, which had started its engine and was warming up.
At this time, the two Vulture droid fighter finally stared at their shuttle, turned a sharp turn in the air and rushed towards it. The laser cannon in front kept firing, and the red laser illuminated the shuttle's Deflector Shield, creating waves of energy ripples.
"We are being targeted! Hurry up!" Clearance King shouted.
"I know! I have a plan!" The technician remotely issued instructions while controlling the spacecraft. I only saw that Dreadnought-class heavy cruiser and Hangar Platform began to slowly close, and then the shuttle flew in just at the moment the hatch was closed.
The two Vulture droid fighter were unable to evade and crashed directly on the battleship.
"Quick! Quick! Seize the ship! Seize the ship!!" Clearance King roared loudly, picked up his six-barreled blaster machine gun and rushed out, followed by more than a dozen other soldiers.
Gran Marines in this battleship obviously also got the news, and they immediately assembled and deployed a defense line in the direction of Hangar Platform. Dense Blaster Beam poured in, and the Clone Troopers quickly entered the bunker.
"No! There are too many of them!" Iron Box shouted.
The technician quickly controlled the terminal, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "Yes!! Clearance King, hold on! I'll come as soon as I go!"
"What do you want to do?!" Clearance King didn't even bother to look back. He could only fire wildly, suppressing the endless stream of Gran soldiers rushing over behind the bunker.
Gran There are more and more soldiers, at least hundreds of them rushing here.
"Asshole! What did the technician do?!" Clearance King roared loudly. He threw away the six-barreled blaster machine gun that had emptied the explosive gas. He pulled out his pistol and fired continuously. By luck, the shot hit Gran and knocked him to the ground.
As soon as he finished speaking, the cabin on the other side suddenly exploded! Then three bipedal combat mechas over 4 meters high rushed over!
After the three mechas rushed over, they immediately opened fire wildly at Gran. The twin blasters blasted Gran, crying for their father and mother, and they turned and ran away.
"Hahaha!!" the technician laughed over the communication, "Blade Fleet's battleship is filled with AT-PT walkers like this!"
"Oh! This is so exciting! Hahahahaha! Let's go! Seize the ship!!" Clearance King was so excited that he jumped out of the bunker and rushed forward.
Under the cover of fire from the AT-PT walkers, they attacked the battleship's bridge with overwhelming force.
While passing by a row of portholes, Hunter looked at the burning starry sky through the window, his face sinking like water, "But... most of these things will fall into the hands of Separatists..."