Valor At Vauzlee

A captured Raider officer, eager to secure his freedom, informs Space Command Intelligence of a planned attack on a convoy by a massive Raider armada. An effective spotter network and intelligence system usually allows the pirates to avoid SC warships, so for the first time in Galactic Alliance history, a task force of Space Command warships might have an opportunity to engage a fleet of pirate ships in mortal combat.


The Space Command Admiral at Higgins SCB pulls out all stops to surreptitiously assemble a force of ten ships, the most that can be secretly diverted, to face off against the Raider ambushers. One of those ships happens to be the Prometheus. Jenetta Carver, the newest Lt. Commander in Space Command, on her way to Earth for a medal ceremony for acts of outstanding valor, finds herself again caught up in a life or death situation. The Prometheus arrives at the rendezvous point, a month from Higgins SC Base, to await the arrival of the other ships, and a call for help from the convoy.


Only two other ships have reached the RP when the convoy is attacked. Captain Gavin of the Prometheus, in his capacity as task force commander, decides that they can't wait for the others, so the three SC warships race off to face a Raider warship force they expect will number forty plus.


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"The Janice just took a serious hit, Commodore," the com operator aboard the Peabody Clarice announced nervously. "It knocked out two of her larboard tubes. Twelve crewmen are missing-- either vaporized or possibly sucked out the hole made by the torpedo."


"Damn," Commodore Blosset grunted. He had already lost mental count of the number of dead and wounded. The casualties were mounting too quickly. There were just too many damn Raider ships.


"Perhaps it's time to consider another option, Commodore," Commander Schwann said weakly from his chair next to Blosset's, "while our temporal field generator is still intact."


Commodore Blosset saw the desperation in his eyes, and heard the hint of fear in his voice. "You mean run away?"


"We're as good as dead if we remain here, sir."


"Commodore," the tactical officer said, "another ship has just appeared outside the ring of circling ships. We're now facing forty-two Raider warships. And the new one is really huge. It must be another battleship."


This just keeps getting better and better, Commodore Blosset thought.