Post by Darth Kairos on Jul 29, 2016 10:07:49 GMT
With not enough time to warn them but just enough to react himself, Ares flung his hands out and caught all five marines in a telekinetic grasp moments after they began to fall. A few moments after that, the space-combat soldiers had realised what had happened and activated the built-in thrusters in their powered zero-g spacetrooper suits; in the weakened gravity of the moon, they were enough to see the marines safely back onto solid ground.
"Let's keep moving," he ordered, resuming his position at the head of the group - and treading just a little more carefully than before.
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"Shields up!" Zemmer commanded immediately, spinning to see the displays for himself. Of all the things that could go wrong - a force at their rear! Their battle plan had rested on the Alliance-Hapan war fleet having to contend with the hazards of the asteroid field - even now the three Decurions and all but a handful of their gunships had hidden themselves among the rocks, using their kinetic shields and anti-starfighter batteries to keep safe.
As dismayed as the Admiral was, already he was reworking the plan in his mind. Admiral Zemmer had never been predisposed to panic, with a gift for planning and command that had seen him commanding great Union fleets even as clones wearing his face were earning their reputation as an elite fighting force. The High Marshal, like his master had before him, recognized and trusted in his abilities - Zemmer, meanwhile, had always felt they'd never quite valued his skills at their exact worth, overshadowed as he usually was by the Sith. Well, there were no Sith here today.
"Helm, bring our bearing about to forty-three by eight-zero," he ordered, a heading that would bring their starboard around to face the incoming fleet whilst leaving their portside facing the original expected avenue of engagement. "The rest of the fleet is to maintain a screening position and draw back to overlap their shields with ours, and bring the gunships in to five-hundred to reinforce our anti-starfighter batteries. Comm/scan, get me a comparison between this fleet and the estimated total GA-Hapan force."
"Let's keep moving," he ordered, resuming his position at the head of the group - and treading just a little more carefully than before.
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"Shields up!" Zemmer commanded immediately, spinning to see the displays for himself. Of all the things that could go wrong - a force at their rear! Their battle plan had rested on the Alliance-Hapan war fleet having to contend with the hazards of the asteroid field - even now the three Decurions and all but a handful of their gunships had hidden themselves among the rocks, using their kinetic shields and anti-starfighter batteries to keep safe.
As dismayed as the Admiral was, already he was reworking the plan in his mind. Admiral Zemmer had never been predisposed to panic, with a gift for planning and command that had seen him commanding great Union fleets even as clones wearing his face were earning their reputation as an elite fighting force. The High Marshal, like his master had before him, recognized and trusted in his abilities - Zemmer, meanwhile, had always felt they'd never quite valued his skills at their exact worth, overshadowed as he usually was by the Sith. Well, there were no Sith here today.
"Helm, bring our bearing about to forty-three by eight-zero," he ordered, a heading that would bring their starboard around to face the incoming fleet whilst leaving their portside facing the original expected avenue of engagement. "The rest of the fleet is to maintain a screening position and draw back to overlap their shields with ours, and bring the gunships in to five-hundred to reinforce our anti-starfighter batteries. Comm/scan, get me a comparison between this fleet and the estimated total GA-Hapan force."