Battle At NAVHAZ 115

=Battle At NAVHAZ 115=

'Aboard the Redeemptionist Naval Crusier Predator'' Navigation Hazard 115, Darkworlds Sector Third Day Of Morca, 9,518 SR '''

They never even had a chance.

His eyes staring at the view of space directly ahead of him, Captain Shev Saulom couldn't help but smile...they were famala, depraved children of the She who had seduced and destroyed Odohm at the beginning of the world, casting all His children into five thousand cycles of bondage.

He had broken those chains over nine thousand cycles ago, when He'd returned as the Redeemer, just as His Word said he would, His children and He waging a war without relent against Them ever since.

This was merely the latest in a series of victories stretching back to the beginnings of the Redeemption of Odohm. stretching forward to the final destruction of the famala and the restoration of the Edom denied His children for so long.

Saulom merely basked in the glory which came in being the instrument of His Redeemption.

"Target slowing," the Predator's gunner reported, crosshairs now bracketing the transport floating in the three-dimensional hologram encasing the Marauder-class cruiser's primary command center, lines of data in red and green just to the left of the crosshairs expanding on the gunner's report, giving Saulom precise figures of how the black hole's event horizon was impeding the Predator's quarry, restricting the range of its lightspeed jumps, serving the purpose of its Redeemer by keeping the famala from escaping inevitable and final judgement.

At a thought from Saulom--communicated via nanopresence to the ship--the hologram zoomed outward, the transport, the Predator, and its ninety-six Scourge starfighters now specks against the yawning chasm of the black hole, its attendant pulsar a beacon of light and truth upon which all enemies of both would burn like methals flying too close to the flame.

How could anyone deny the Redeemer when His Work is always close at hand? Saulom asked himself.

"Fighters closing with target," the gunner reported in clipped sentences. "Mass cannon loaded. Forward torpedo tubes loaded. Forward missile tubes loaded. Fighter line commander reporting in."

" He awaits Your word to engage, Sire," he then added.

Another thought activated the external communications array, the holo of his fighter commander floating in front of the master of the Predator, Saulom speaking the words and the will of his Redeemer, when he commanded:

"Cripple the ship. Leave them alive so that we may teach them wages of their sin before we surrender them to His judgement."