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!!O+eQDn0BBx8 07/29/11(Fri)23:40 No.15752193“Lieutenant Rinn, analysis of their weapon systems?” your body says, even as you flick your sensors over the enemy ships. Static meets them, obvious jamming, but your sensors cut through the interference and get respectable readings.
“Form shields,” the white-haired man calls out, “three, four times more powerful than the ones on the last alien craft we encountered. No idea how they compare to ours without seeing a weapon impact.”
“The weapon systems?”
The big man scowls, “Hot, sir. I’m seeing point defense, rail cannons, missiles, and some other stuff I’m not sure about. Also that biggest one, the Obsidian Claw, looks like it might have something we can’t see. Doors on the front are closed.”
“Situation analysis?” you state, wishing to hear the experienced veteran’s opinon.
“Hmmm. Tactically speaking we’re in an unknown situation. Their weapons are armed and they might just be waiting for us to flinch to fire. If we lower our ECM then they’ll get scans on us and see exactly how bad off we are, and that might be the flinch they are looking for.”
“Course of action?”
He shakes his head, “Don’t know, sir, but lowering our defenses is suicide. We can’t trust them, they don’t know us and we don’t know them. Plus, they’re aliens.”
Your optics flick over to your second, still at the sensor station pouring over the logs, “Ivanova, your assessment?” |