Approx. 9,000 miles from Syar IV
As soon as Timmy signed off, he opened a channel to Jimmy and Danny.
Ok guys, are you ready to do this?
As ready as Ill ever be, Danny replied in a nervous voice.
Jimmys reply had that same note of worry in it, I would feel better if we had more ships to battle this Magdir guy with.
I know how you feel, dude, but for now, were all there is. He signed out and opened another channel to the Red Squadron.
Ok, people, form up. Scanning positions. Cloak your strike ships
Timmy moved forward, the others formed up in random positions. The ships seemed to fade out of existence. At this time Timmy began having second thoughts. Was he doing the right thing? Did he have the authority to sentence people to a possible death if this failed? Then he remembered: he had explained the plan to them and they had volunteered to fight for their lives and their planets, not to mention the universe. This madman threatened everything that was good and just in the universe.
Timmy looked at his scanner and saw the White and Blue Squadrons forming up as well.
Waves of scanner energy reached out towards Magdirs ship, eventually touching it and penetrating each deck and bulkhead. Every couple of seconds another strike ship would start where the last ship had left off, so they could not be traced. The data from each individual scan were sent back to Home Base, where they would use the scans to reconstruct and analyze Magdirs ship for any potential weakness.
Very good, TurnerI mean Red Leader. Were receiving data now and we should have a weakness in about five minutes, ten minutes tops.
Five minutes? Can you speed it up a bit?
Because I seriously doubt that we have five minutes.
He said this because Magdirs ship had begun firing its weapons on the Nixon and Titanic.
U.S.S. Nixon bridge
As the bolt of unknown energy enveloped the Nixon, bridge members and everybody else on the ship flew backwards, impacting either the wall bulkheads or the deck. Swift had been standing up near where TPon had been standing when it hit. He had flown back to the wall where the dedication plaque had been hanging. It had been dislodged and impacted him squarely on the head.
He stood up, rubbing his still throbbing head. Return fire! Coordinate our attack with the Titanic!<... More Cartoon Sex Stories...