"Negative." Selendis shook her head, "They can still attempt to jump but with the distortion in gravity, there is a high chance a six-crew fighter would end up at the size of a crushed can." She noted the chaos in the background. "Perhaps it's time to jump ship? Get to an escape pod and use the a commlink to link up with me again. I'll have a few Interceptors to tow your crew to safety. We do not use teleporters and have a strict no teleporting onto our ship policy. We have blockers for people who try to board us like that. Surely you will understand that our shielding is flawless and thus will make most resort to teleporting in."<br/><br/>Her head snapped up at the notification of yet another link, she opened it after a precursory glance at the encryption levels. "I'm a tad busy but I'll allow it this once." She listened to the Aridian, "Indeed. You don't seem like any ordinary folk. But your "diplomatic mission" appears to be horribly misinformed. The people you deal with are rebels and terrorists, I advise you to come to our fleet for protection. Stay away from the stargate as they will shoot you lot on sight." She looked off screen, peering as her co-Captain maintained orders while she was busy before looking back, "Yes, it is better you come to us for safety. We will assign some Interceptors to you but we advise you refrain from showing any form of aggression."<br/><br/>More movement on the commander's monitor. Her eyes snapped to it, noted the situation. "You're running out of time Tore."<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>N'rthaa inhaled deeply, her breathing highly audible over the Interceptor's engine's hum. A squad of other Interceptors had moved to block off the fighters, warning them not to approach the gate.<br/><br/>She took this opportunity to close the gap with one of the transports, her Interceptor rotating such that transparent canopy was nearly scraping against the transport. She circled it once before hitting the autopilot and checking her helmet for the last time. Once that was done, she released the canopy, the slowed depressurising allowed her to exit smoothly. She landed on her belly against the ship, her gloved fingers quickly finding purchase as she pressed herself down, evading her partner's Interceptor as she too, landed on the exterior of the transport. Together they crawled towards an airlock, her fingers hooking on the lever while she waited for Lilith to get into position on the other side.<br/><br/>She pulled, the pneumatic hiss inaudible as both of them scrambled into the now open airlock. By now they would have definitely noticed something strange. She closed the lock and waited for it to pressurise and the door on the other side opened to reveal a startled young adolescent.<br/><br/>Lilith moved fast, her hands snatching up the krambit attached to her belt, her hand covering the young man's face as she carved a knife at the base of his neck. No different from killing an animal. "Shit, let's go." Lilith voice was muffled by her helmet.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>"They're firing... harpoons? They are firing harpoons at us." The ensign looked equal amounts of confused and amused.<br/><br/>"I think we allowed them enough time to respond." Selendis watched as the harpoons struck the shield and disintegrated as though the shield was a hot metal plate and the harpoons made of softened butter. "Have five squadrons go deal with them. Their fighters seem to be just wheeling around to distract us." Everyone stopped to watch a single fighter attempt to drop a shield dampener onto their shield. Whatever part of the dampener touched the unreflective black, it disintegrated into atoms. Selendis stood up, laughing softly, "This species is rather pathetic isn't it?" Her smile melted, "It looks like the poor commander may need to run if he wants to keep his life."<br/><br/>She tapped the comms before returning to the display, muting her words from the Aridian and opening another video link with Durathror, captain of the F-LcL01 or the Fiamma. "Durathror standing by for orders."<br/><br/>Selendis nodded, "Move over to the starboard of the foreign ship. Begin preparations to fire the plasma lance at the starboard side of the foreign ship. You will cut across the ship diagonally and end on the port side of Tore's ship."<br/><br/>"Their shields are still online."<br/><br/>"Conventional shields don't have much stopping power against this much firepower." She shook her head.<br/><br/>"But we'll be cutting in front of you."<br/><br/>"You'll cut across and slow down to let us catch up. Rejoin on port side."<br/><br/>Durathror nodded, "Will do." She paused, "What about Tore?"<br/><br/>"He'll find his way out. He's a commander for a reason. He already admitted that his ship is beyond repairs. So carry out your task and we will rejoin you shortly." She nodded lightly before turning off the comms and opening two more to the other two captains.<br/><br/>"Dainn, Duneyrr. Abide a moment." She waited for them to dispatch their last orders before continuing, "Durathror is going to cut across the two ships ahead and destroy both of them with the plasma lance. We'll follow behind and fire our own beams as well down the length of both ships. I know it is friendly fire but Tore has already admitted the ship is beyond repair. We'll eliminate the foreign contacts along with Tore's ship."<br/><br/>Dainn widened an eye, "This will not bode well in your report."<br/><br/>"I understand the consequences it may bear but I have a level of diplomatic protection myself." She frowned, "Do not fully lower your shields at any point in time. Let the ship AI handle the shielding layers and you will be fine." She assured the younger captain.<br/><br/>She paused to allow them to raise more objections but when they returned to issuing orders, she closed the video links and stated on the comms to her fleet, "Begin run."