846. The Lost Fleet (Seventeen)
21BBY, January 16, Galaxy Standard Time, 4:22 am.
Halm Galaxy, 20th Fleet of the Galactic Republic, flagship Elder, bridge.
Octavian Grant, the governor of the 20th Army, looked at the clock nervously. There were 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 the Blade Fleet is bad news...
Just half an hour ago, a Separatist Rookery Hook-class battleship suddenly launched a hyperspace jump in front of everyone and disappeared suddenly. At that time, Octavian still hoped that it was just the battleship trying to escape or... People who are acutely ill and seek medical treatment indiscriminately.
But soon news came from the Blade Fleet that this Rookery Hook-class battleship actually appeared there! Although the battleship collided with the Plague after jumping over and was severely damaged, it still brought a large number of reinforcements!
Not only that, as the Rookery Hook-class battleship carrying an advanced high-power electronic jamming system passed by, the separatists immediately took control of the electromagnetic environment on the battlefield, and communications with the Blade Fleet were 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 powerful Force users can do this... This means that there should be a fallen Jedi on the Separatist ship. Currently, Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi is on his way, and he is also It can help us achieve a hyperspace jump that does not require navigation..." the adjutant said respectfully from the side.
"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, "The advice of the staff is... to retreat. The situation on the Blade Fleet is not optimistic. In the worst case scenario, after we enter that airspace, we will... Besieged by a large number of Dreadnought-class heavy cruisers..."
Octavian shook his head, "No, not that fast. We still have a chance. The Separatists do not have the key to activate the battleship. They must first crack the battleship's system before it can activate. But we can activate the battleship immediately! This is us The time difference advantage!”
The navigator came over and 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 Separatist warship."
"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 the Separatist fleet on the screen with burning eyes, "Then, see you on the next battlefield!"
When the countdown is over, no changes can be seen 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 ribbon, and then gently passed by where the Blade Fleet was.
At the moment when the two overlapped, the top commanders of both sides, Octavian Grant and Admiral Trench, issued orders at the same time!
"Start the hyperdrive!"
"Start...jumping, tsk tsk tsk tsk."
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At 4:35 in the morning, the airspace where the Blade Fleet is located, the Titan battleship Plague.
A heavy-duty turbolaser turret is adjusting its direction and then begins to charge. Huge shells filled with explosive gas are pushed into the barrel, and then a violent reaction occurs the moment the operator presses the button, forming a line of hundreds or thousands of cannons. Wandu, possesses a super explosive plasma ball, and then shoots out of the barrel instantly!
Green plasma with a speed of at least one-fifth of 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 an Aquitens-class light cruiser.
A devastating explosion...
The hunter team and a dozen other surviving clone warriors looked at the extremely huge turret outside the porthole, and they were all silent. The crosshair wiped his sight, raised the sniper rifle and aimed it in the direction of the turret, then put it down slumped.
"The White Line is finished...the 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 the Plague, they still have people in the turret. The controls inside...the 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!" the Obstacle Clearer King roared.
The technician shook his head, "No chance. There are at least 1,000 Gran soldiers on the Plague now looking for us. After blowing up the bridge, they have been completely angered. Moreover, we can't hide here for too long... …”
"Then what should we do?" The obstacle removal king was angry and punched the wall beside him.
The 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 the Zabrak Jedi Master Ith-Koth walked in, and then leaned against the wall weakly.
"General Is-Kos!" The two clone soldiers nearby 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 wounds." Clone soldier Iron Box said as he took out a first aid kit. It turned out that he was a medic 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. After the impact, I have been searching, but now on this battleship, you are our last strength... Fortunately, the separatists don't know this yet. ——They are swarming the battleships and looking everywhere, which spreads their forces. This is our opportunity.”
"If you have any plans, please tell me." The hunter said firmly.
"There is no point in continuing to stay on the Plague. There is a shuttle docked 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 the Republic. , this is the last thing you can do." Is-Kos said.
"No problem! Let's do it!" The Obstacle Removal 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!" Tie Heqi hesitated.
"Stop talking. I'm a Jedi Knight, and my chance of survival is much greater than yours... It's been decided. Don't wait for me after you grab the shuttle, take off immediately! This is an order!" Is-Kos firmly said said.
Crosshair nodded and picked up the sniper rifle, "A good soldier obeys orders. We will definitely achieve the battle plan!"
Is-Kos nodded heavily, glanced at all the dozen clone troopers, then lifted up the metal plate and rushed out.
A moment later, there was a burst of angry roars from the Gran people and intensive gunshots outside.
The hunter looked solemn. He nodded slightly rhythmically, calculating the location and distance of the gunshot. After a while, he slammed the wall and said, "Now! Charge!"
More than a dozen clone soldiers immediately rushed out and moved quickly towards the intended target.
Along the way, they encountered some scattered Gran soldiers and B-1 combat robots, all of which were easily killed by these clone soldiers.
They fought their way through, and sure enough, there was a Gran shuttle docked outside a damaged cabin!
The hangar platform of the Plague has been destroyed, and the storage area has also been severely damaged. Therefore, when these Gran Marines came over, they basically looked for one that had been blown apart from this warship that was already riddled with holes. The gap or hole can be drilled directly into the landing.
Easily dealing with a few remaining Gran soldiers, these clone soldiers filed into the shuttle.
The hunter walked at the end, firing and suppressing the Gran people who were chasing after them in anger, while looking into the distance. The gunshots and explosions over there kept coming, and they were very dense. There was no doubt that Is-Kos was fighting a large number of Gran soldiers!
The 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."
The hunter then turned around, nodded seriously, 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 the 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 dozen or so Jaeger-class battlecruisers that appeared on the sensor screen, "There are also... separatist ones!"
2 Rookery Hook-class battleships, and a dozen other mixed formations composed of Cole-class battlecruisers, Martha-class heavy cruisers and Sova-class aircraft carriers! On these battleships painted with blue and white stripes, the hexagonal logo of the Confederacy of Independent Systems is extremely eye-catching!
The airspace where the shuttle was located was instantly filled with countless lasers, blaster beams 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 took off all their fighter jets immediately, and these fighter jets did not fly towards the opponent's battleship formation, but went straight to the 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 ship that no one has entered!"
"No!" the hunter suddenly shouted, "find a warship occupied by the 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 Dreadnought-class heavy cruiser that had started its engine and was warming up.
At this time, the two Vulture robot fighters finally set their sights on their shuttle. They made a sharp turn in the air and rushed towards them. The laser cannons in front kept firing. The red lasers illuminated the deflector shield of the shuttle, creating bursts of fire. Energy ripples.
"We're being targeted! Hurry up!" the Obstacle Removal King shouted loudly.
"I know! I have a plan!" The technician remotely issued instructions while controlling the spacecraft. All I saw was that the hangar platform of the Dreadnought-class heavy cruiser began to slowly close, and then the shuttle flew in just at the moment the hatch closed.
The two Vulture robot fighters were unable to evade and crashed directly into the battleship.
"Quick! Quick! Seize the ship! Seize the ship!!" The wrecker king roared loudly and rushed out with his six-barreled blaster machine gun, followed by more than a dozen other soldiers.
The Gran Marines inside the battleship obviously also got the news, and they immediately gathered towards the hangar platform to set up a defense line. Dense blaster beams poured in, and the clone troopers hurried into 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!! King of Obstacle Cleaners, hold on! I'll come as soon as I go!"
"What do you want to do?!" The Obstacle Removal King didn't even bother to look back. He could only fire wildly, suppressing the steady stream of Gallan soldiers rushing over behind the bunker.
There are more and more Gran soldiers, at least hundreds of them rushing here.
"Asshole! What on earth did the technician do?!" the clearing king roared loudly. He threw away the six-barrel blaster machine gun that had emptied the blaster gas, pulled out his pistol and fired continuously. Fortunately, one shot hit the target. Lanren 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 the Gran people. The twin blasters blasted the Gran people crying, and they turned around and ran away.
"Hahaha!!" the technician laughed over the communication, "The battleships of the Blade Fleet are filled with AT-XT walkers like this!"
"Oh! This is so exciting! Hahahahaha! Let's go! Seize the ship!!" The wrecker king was very excited and jumped out of the bunker and rushed forward.
Under the cover of fire from the AT-XT walkers, they attacked the battleship's bridge with overwhelming force.
When passing by a row of portholes, the hunter looked at the burning starry sky through the window, his face sinking, "But...most of these things will fall into the hands of the separatists..."
