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15:20hr, March 17th, 2062
The attack had come with almost no warning, slamming them into the safety webs that instantly extruded around them. Alarms shrilled through the control room as the ship acted to protect its crew.
“It’s some kind of energy weapon,” Crane shouted, “Probably a vortex cannon.”
Although beam weapons expended much of their energy as they travelled through water, the effect was still akin to that of being hurled into a brick wall. Not that the Erasmus couldn’t handle it, but it was obvious that they were no longer running secretly, and that was a problem.
“Hold fire for now, launch countermeasures,” Bachmann rapped, “Plot me an intercept and standby.”