Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 288 05.0287: ‘Eagle of the Void’

"This is Skyhawk 1. Please respond to nearby ships..."

A female pilot wearing a void flight suit and a flight jacket slumped weakly in the driver's seat. Her wavy hairstyle was already covered with a thin layer of frost, her lips and teeth were trembling, her lips were purple, and her face was pale.

The breath he exhaled instantly turned into ice crystals.

The pager in front of him kept sending out distress signals.

In the previous air battle, the remaining energy in the machine was running low after supplying the life support device for five days.

The power supply of the signal transmitting device is insufficient, which makes the distress signal on the aircraft so weak.

The navigator behind her was frost-covered and motionless.

"This is Skyhawk 1. Please respond to nearby ships..."

The recorded voice calling for help was played in a loop.

The pilot's head dropped lower and lower. The numbness and weakness had already spread to his whole body. His mind was dizzy and he could hardly open his eyes.

Just when the only sight was about to turn into deep black, a huge ship passed in front of the floating fighter plane.

"Call the Fury Crew 'Skyhawk 1', this is the Gothic Fleet 'Indefatigable', please answer." A young man's voice came from the communication device.

It sounded young, and it was the one she loved teasing and teasing with in the flight academy.

On the verge of freezing to death, this idea suddenly popped into my chaotic mind.

"Skyhawk One received..." The pilot tried hard to lift his stiff arm and pressed the beeper.

"We are sending a tender to assist you, hold on."

"'Skyhawk One'... received."

The pilot managed to reply, and then he lowered his head in a relaxed manner, with his wavy brown hair hanging in front of him, as if his body was no longer his own.

Soon, the ships of the Gothic Evolution Squadron dispatched almost all the tenders, dragging all the intact Fury fighters still floating in the void into the shuttle pad of the Indefatigable.

——

"It's good to see you and your ship again, Lieutenant."

The female pilot wrapped in a fleece blanket chuckled tiredly, as if they had met by chance in a certain coffee shop in Shangchao, rather than narrowly escaping and being rescued after a tragic air battle.

She was wiping her wavy hair, which was tangled with frost, with a dry cloth.

Horatio noticed that her skin color was a dark wheat color, almost bronze, but to him she looked like a chocolate parfait, which was what was often referred to as "dark skin" in the standing painting circle in her previous life.

Like the West Asian race, perhaps their distant ancestors have Arab or Iranian ancestry.

Her facial features are generous and beautiful, her eyelashes are long and thick, and her lips are plump. Her skin color gives her a unique and exotic beauty.

"I am a lieutenant," corrected Horatio, approaching her.

"I know, but you look too young." The woman's clear, brown eyes stared at Horatio with a smile, making him feel like he was looking at a lake of night water.

"May I ask your name, Captain." Horatio handed the rescued woman a cup of hot coffee in front of him.

Although they both belong to the Imperial Navy, the Imperial Navy's military ranks and the Imperial Navy's military ranks are dual-track.

Their highest military rank is Wings-Commander, who is responsible for managing all pilots on a ship.

Regardless of their military rank, they must obey the orders of the naval officers of their superior departments and salute when they see the officers in charge of the aviation department.

Horatio felt that these naval pilots were a bit like "hell submariners".

The core highlights a "fluent naval officer and an iron-clad naval officer." ’

Judging from the death rate that is as high as that of the soldiers of the Astra Militarum, this so-called officer's treatment is more like the feeling of "eating without one's head" in a sense.

"Anya Fasha, comes from Tallan, a distant desert world." The woman put down the towel in her hand.

[Talan? The home planet of the Astra Militarum's famous Tallarn Desert Raiders? No wonder she looks so exotic. ]

"So, what happened to you? Why are there so many intact planes floating in the void?"

Coincidentally, at this time, Farida and Louise also rushed over, followed by Captain Sterling and Captain Peru.

"Five days ago, we came here with the battleship transport plane. As soon as we arrived here, we fought against the Chaos attack fleet."

The female pilot took a sip of hot coffee and continued:

"Our regiment was originally ordered to join the Gothic Fleet, but due to the enemy's attack, we had to take off to fight.

While the two sides were fighting fiercely, the battlefield was suddenly attacked by green-skinned pirates. These aliens attacked people on both sides indiscriminately, and the Chaos fleet collapsed and evacuated first.

Then the green-skinned pirates rushed directly to the fleet. Their firepower was very fierce, and their tactics were crazy and reckless. I once saw a pile of scrap metal that looked at least the size of a cruiser. Please forgive me for describing it this way. This is already That's the best way I can think of it - rammed into the frigate without hesitation.

The ship turned into dust in the void on the spot. "

"Your Majesty the God Emperor, have the alien pirates in this star area become so rampant?" Farida muttered with a frown, looking unbelievable.

"Miss Hood, these alien pirates are different from the pirates of the human empire."

Captain Peru's face was solemn: "If we treat them as ordinary human pirates, then a strike fleet is not enough to fill their teeth.

Their power is so huge that although they are called pirates, they are actually a systematic pirate group warband.

Just think of them as the organizational scale of the Chaos plundering fleet.

Please continue, Captain Fasha. ”

“Then, our mothership abandoned us without notice and ran away.”

The female pilot held the mug, lowered her head, and her tone became low.

“Those aliens seemed to be very interested in our planes. They chased us relentlessly and took away even the wreckage.

We tried our best to get rid of the pursuit of the greenskins, but we almost ran out of fuel and electricity.”

“God Emperor, this is really a tragedy. Mr. Horatio, how many planes have been recovered and how many survivors are there?”

“The fighter planes of an interceptor wing (Wings) are now pieced together and there is only one group left that can be used immediately. Another 8 need to be repaired, and the others have been completely damaged and are not worth repairing. Half of the pilots have frostbite and are in poor condition.

Captain, we don't have any professional equipment for the aviation bridge for the time being, and those are installed on the transport ship. "

"This is terrible. If you want to replenish personnel, I'm afraid you can only wait for the follow-up support fleet of Carl Dunyash to arrive."

"Thank you, Lieutenant." When Horatio was about to return to the bridge post, the female pilot thanked him in a heavy and serious tone.

——

The route department planned a possible interception route towards the coordinates of the last loss of contact of the logistics support fleet.

2 hours later.

"Captain, received a distress call! It came from the direction of 273 degrees from my ship." Horatio felt the urgent desire to survive from the chaotic distress call that completely ignored the communication discipline.

"Play."

"Call the fleet! Call the fleet! The green-skinned aliens are chasing us!"

"Request support! Request support!"

"They hit us, the hull is on fire! The hull is on fire!"

"Discipline! Maintain communication discipline! All ships send flag signals! "Face the communication channel that was so chaotic that it was completely inaudible, Horatio, the flagship communications officer, scolded.

After a while, each ship sent out flag signals, which were recorded by the lookout officers and sent to the communications department.

"Captain, the logistics support fleet only has one escort aircraft carrier, two frigates, and several transport ships, and the green pirates are chasing them!" After scanning the flag signals that expressed the meaning more clearly, Horatio quickly summarized and extracted the key points.

"The 25th Fleet is in combat! Lieutenant Horatio, let the ships form a standard combat formation!"

"Yes."

Many times, the captain only needs to authorize what to do, and the rest of the specific content can be implemented by the designated officers.

"Combat alert! Combat alert! All personnel are in place! All personnel are in place! "

The officers and crew members who were resting jumped off their beds almost instantly after hearing the piercing alarm.

Everyone rushed to their posts in a hurry through the ship's interconnected corridors. There was no other sound except the piercing alarm, the officer's deep shouting, and the intensive and hurried running.

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