All hands, battlestations! (Noncanon combat!)

[Sherwood the Kinda-Great]

The Wolf Goddess was dispatched to engage a localized pirate force. Not a simple task, but not one that needed much knowledge about. Pirates were scum to Sherwood, for they went about killing, raping, pillaging and causing havoc to innocent lives. Not something he could just sit by and let happen. So when he heard the call for the engagement of a pirate facility, he did not hesitate to take up the call.

"All hands, we're about to rendevous with the rest of the strike force. We know what why we're here. The pirates have gone too far as of late with their raids on Earth outposts, and our job is to give them hell before they can do any more damage; make them rethink their line of work. We're to neutralize the threat that they have become. Be it my lethal force or by disabling, that's up to us. So we're going to offer them a chance. Do the right thing first. They resist, we go weapons free. We shall be arriving at the rendevous point in a few minutes. Standby for reversion to realspace."

Sherwood sat down in his chair and watched the bright blue space before him swirl about. It wouldn't be long now, no sir. And when they came out, he was ready to kick some ass and chew some bubble gum. And he brought bubble gum, too. In the few minutes it took, the ship was already in action stations. The crew of two hundred had been trained to be able to ready up if they ever got ambushed for a full combat-ready status in 40 seconds from a cold start. This was more leisurely, but still efficient, as in the last minute, the Wolf Goddess was fully ready to engage once it dropped out of FTL.

And drop out it did. To the most ravaged zone of space he'd ever seen. The ships that he was supposed to rendevous with were turned into junk, spinning or exploding or venting what little atmosphere it had left into the vast expanses of space. The Wolf Goddess was fortunate it had shields up. A large chunk of what looked like a hangar bay was on a collision course, and it deflected off the side of the ships shields and exploded a couple dozen meters away. The Wolf Goddess was rocked in place, shields flaring and reallocating energy to the weakened port shields.

Inside, crewmen were sent all over the place from the impact. No one was braced for impact, for it came too quick to respond despite a warning from the helm a moment before. Sparks flew and power surges went off, sending various members of the crew sprawling. One of the F-302's in the port hangar bay was torn loose and send skating around and crumpling up into the side. Fortunate that the missiles aboard were unarmed.

"Helm, evasive action! Weapons, target large chunks of debris on a collision course with us!" yelled Sherwood as he picked himself off the ground and  stared at the window, which showed a very ugly scene for the attacking force. "Status report!"

"Port shields at 45 percent! The Port hangar has one damaged F-302, and we're venting atmosphere on deck 21, section D!"
"Was anyone in there?"
"No, sir, cargo only."
"Seal bulkheads. Sensors?"
"I'm detecting at least a dozen ships hulls all around here. Scans indicate they're not Pirate!"
"Frak! Helm, get us out of this minefield! We don't know what ammunition has yet to blow!"
"Sir, I'm detecting a few sets of escape pods in the area, brodcasting rescue beacons!"
"Weapons hold, we've got friendlies out there! F-302's are cleared for launch, tell them to be damned careful out there! They're on recovery duty, bring our people back. Casualties?"
"A few bumps and bruises, but nothing too serious."
"Alright. Lets get situated and saving. Keep the shields up. We don't know what the frak did this. Railguns on point defense mode. We're turtling this one out."

[AurixValen]

Aurix visions was blurry at best inside of an Escape pod. He tried to move, but none of his body parts were responding as he was going. His vision faded to black again. He was going through what happened when he remembered something appearing and shooting at the ship he was one. the Ferus. Eventually he heard another ship come into the field as his vision came to, it was still a little blurry and he moved his arms and legs, ensuring nothing was broken, his armor must have helped him in some way. He looked in the pod and everyone else had died. He unhooked himself from his chair and made sure. He was floating in the pod, something was wrong as he looked at the control panel-

He was looking for any signs that he still had power, for now it was all dark, he had turned on the small lights on his helm in order to look around. He was checking systems and pushed the Emergency reset button, as the lights in the place turned one he was still floating in the pod.

Someone sabotaged it. The power was still their but the Grav system was fried. He then put out a distress call out that was almost purely static.

"This is N7 Operative Aurix Crowe, Any Alliance vessel- hell an vessel in the area that can get this Frequency please, I am sending my co-ordinates."

Though outside of the room he was in  it would have been 'fzzzzzt Nzz Operazzzz Aurix Crzzzz Any Allzzzzzzz-' the rest is static but the pods own beacon would still be active and sending co-ordinates. He watched the door open with a small ship come to it, it looked.. Human? The Alliance?

He grabbed his rifle and hid behind a body of a soldier as he awaited for something, he was assuming hostiles since pirates were in the area, he didn't want to take any chances. As the door opened he saw someone float aboard.

"All dead.. No ones here, must have been a false signal. Wait, I see something." He heard from the person who floated in. "come on out. It's fine, we are Allies"

Aurix did just that as he put his gun away, moving towards the savior moving him towards to the other shit that had docked to get him as the pressure changed his was on his feet and landed on the ground, he took a bit of damage from the blasts, though he did not remember much as the vessel made it back to the cruiser.

"F-302-5 found one Survivor. He's a bit shaken. Someone let the Commander know. It's an N7 Operative."

Aurix's helm was taken off he had bruises on his face nothing major. The rescue team had just done some tests to ensure he was okay. When the vessel landed in the ship. He grabbed his helm and was helped out of the ship and was placed at the side for now. He placed his hand on his side while a field medic was diagnosing him and just doing some small healing to him as is.

"You should be fine a few, just sit for a moment for the meds to kick in."

Aurix looked around at the place he was in, it was a small hanger bay as he smiled, he's now relatively safe. Though he wanted to get some revenge from what happened to his ship. He decided to just sit down until someone told him to go somewhere.

"I guess... I gotta thank someone here..."

[Sherwood the Kinda-Great]

Sherwood frowned at his holographic display. Based on what he was reading on the display, this looked like they all jumped into a trap, since the debris was concentrated. No real obvious signs of hostile kills, since only the wrecked hulks of other craft were solely allied vessels that were supposed to rendevous with the Wolf Goddess. It was definitely a massacre. Plasma scoring riddled the various hulks, aside from the scars from metal being rended from internal and external explosions. Floating parts, pieces, and corpses were all over the place, twisting and turning haphazardly on the all-encompassing display. It did not move with the Wolf Goddess, who's pilot was putting the small frigate through a series of complex maneuvars that kept them from getting pummled from the expanding debris field.

"We've lost ten vessels. Three carriers, three corvettes, and four battle cruisers."
Sherwood bit back a swear. This wasn't how the mission was supposed to go. A fleet of that size was not supposed to be so easily decimated against any force waiting for them, let alone pirates. But the damage was definitely dealt by an awaiting defender, who easily chewed up the force.
It wasn't even in the danger zone. Some one clearly knew what was coming and how much. And where to hit us, it seems. he zoomed in on the central spire of one of the wrecked ships, where the bridge usually was. It was completely gone, and a small crater replaced it.



Meanwhile below decks, a deckhand approached Aurix and saluted.
"Sir, you've been ordered to report to the medical ward for rest and debriefing. The latter will be at 2200 hours." The deckhand ran off to assist with the repair of the hangar bay, with the crashed F-302 was still impaled into the side. [/i][/i]

[AurixValen]

Aurix watched the deck hand approach him. He got up himself and saluted as well, getting his orders from the deck hand. He looked around the area for some form of sign of a way to go, he found it on a door that had; "Medbay, Armory" 'Yeah, that helps a lot.' he thought to himself as he made his way, limping slightly from what he was experiencing on this journy. He wasn't too sure on what was going on for the most part, he shook his head as he followed some signs to the Med bay to rest. Looking at the Medical officer in charge he was placed on a small bed for some scans. Aurix didn't want to stay out of the fight for long, he itched to get back out to be doing something important instead of laying down.

Scans weren't showing much damage, bruises were the most beside some cuts as he looked around the ship's med bay.

Quiet a place it was, up to date for the most part as his armor was removed and placed on a table near him, showing his Alliance outfit, it didn't have N7 on it, just the Alliance symbol. That was it as he didn't want to show it off all the time as he coughed a bit.

"Damn.. Pirates. It was like they knew." He finally said after a while. He shook his head a bit finally feeling some what human again as he was given some healing Agents for his 'wounds' and just to relax his muscles while he went back to laying down on a bed for a bit, the debriefing was hopefully going to happen soon so he could get back up and do something. Not sit around.