Anibeli's POV
A course correction. A COURSE CORRECTION?! She was captain of this vessel, not that dimwitted halfbreed FUCKWIT RETARDED APE! AS IF SHE NEEDED GUIDANCE BY HIM?!?!
Anibeli took a deep breath. Then another. Then a few more. It was an insult. To ask for a course correction as if he knew better, it was a genuine insult. Worse then if he just spat in her face.
The only reason, THE ONLY FUCKING REASON, she was even considering doing the correction, is out of propriety. That and because he had begged.
She knew this would end in poorly. Their house had fucked themselves time and again, but seriously, how bad could it be?
She sighed, and ordered the correction.
Days pass, and they near their new exit point. She had checked it over, just to be sure. Nothing in their houses data bases said it was bad, just less patrolled. If they were a merchant ship, that would be a problem.
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Merchant ships were fat and slow, with no armor and less guns. You could up armor one, and put guns on it, but it would be so much worse then a purpose built frigate or destroyer.
Her house, she knew, had 3 refitted escort carriers. Basically, just merchant ships with hangers instead of cargo space. They were... well, they worked for escort tasks, and that's what mattered.
But, it was time to stop thinking about useless shit.
"5 minutes til emergence." Came the call.
"All crew to full readiness. Void shields to full power, ready guns and torpedoes. Ready the voidsmen." She ordered.
The time passed slowly. 4 minutes. 3. 2. 1 minute. Final orders and notices went out, and everyone aboard braced. 30 second. 20. 10. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
A portal opened in front, and they slipped through. When they fully emerged, everything went to hell almost immediately.
"MINES MINES MINES! INTERDICTION MINES! BY THE THRONE!"
"BY THE GOD EMPEROR, WERE IN A MINEFIELD! WE'RE SURROUNDED, LORD CAPTAIN!"
"HALT ALL MOVEMENT, ALL GUNS TO FULL READINESS!" Anibeli called. A minefield. A emperor damned MINEFIELD?!
"NEZEKIRI!"She barked on a private channel.
"Yes, what do you need?" Came the slow reply.
"Break that fuckers legs and drag him to the brig." She says with a forced calm.
"... Why, and are you sure that's a good idea?" Nezekiri asked.
"He led us into a fucking M I N E F I E L D! I DONT FUCKING CARE!"
"I'm not questioning you, dear. I already did it when you asked, because I am the best of friends. I just wanted to make sure you had a reason. Have fun extricating us from this. Bye!" Came the overly cheery reply.
"God emperor damn it Nez..." Anibeli sighed.
Now, how to deal with this... AA, with an armed shuttle to clear a path, maybe some EOD techs... by the emperor, this would be stressful. She turned her full attention to her displays and reports. This would be tricky, but it didn't seem like these were proxy mines, thankfully. Otherwise, they would have been dead on emergence...
