Out Of Space 434 The Iron Kingdom

The airs.h.i.+ps had a shape similar to a Terran swordfish and in place of it's 'tail', where three spiral shaped aerial screws were placed two side by side and one below. The 'nose' of the airs.h.i.+p was the bowsprit which was linked to 'fins' or sails on both its side and top.

Their hulls that glittered in the sun was plated with riveted plates of iron where tears of rust could be seen at areas where the paint had peeled off. At their rear dangled a dark blue flag with a simple motif of a clenched iron fist, telling people this was a s.h.i.+p of the Iron Kingdom. The entire s.h.i.+p was enclosed, without any open decks except for several open air walkways linked with hatches.

Dozens of circular viewports covered the majority of its hull, allowing the crew inside to see out. The bridge sat in the front, just below the bowsprit, with large crystal window panels to provide enough view for the helm man and crew to pilot the s.h.i.+p.

Along its curved body, were two rows of rectangular gunports for their steam cannons that were covered up currently. The Vise cla.s.s air frigates of the Iron Kingdoms carried a total of twenty two five stoner steam cannon. The strength of the steam cannons was measured by the weight of their projectiles fired, which a five stoner steam cannon can fire up to a five stone shot, which equals to a 2.5 kg projectile in Terran measurements.

Nine steam cannons sat on facing each side of the s.h.i.+p, arranged with four on the upper cannon deck and five on the lower deck. The upper deck gun ports allowed the steam cannons to adjust their firing angles upwards to engage s.h.i.+ps of higher alt.i.tude while the lower deck allowed their steam cannons' angles to be adjusted downwards, allowing ground bombardment.

At the fore and aft of the s.h.i.+p, sat a pair of chase guns each, allowing the airs.h.i.+p to attempt to slow down an enemy s.h.i.+p either chasing or being chased when the s.h.i.+p's broadside could not be brought to bear.

"Is this some sort of wild wyvern chase?" Lancaster frowned as he complained to his friend, whose eyes were glued to the looking gla.s.s. "Why would a Protectorate s.h.i.+p play pirate out here? Could it be those villagers have reported wrongly and now we are stuck out here in the cold doing nothing useful?"

His friend, Grace, remained silent and did not even bother to reply kept her attention beyond the crystal windows. Both of them had just turned sixteen and were working on their apprentices.h.i.+p onboard the Iron Maiden, a Vise cla.s.s frigate, as mids.h.i.+pman which was the lowest of the lowest rank of officers.

Their duties generally involved cleaning the officer decks, serving the flag officers, and standing watch over the bell and wind up clock and performing spotting duties like now. Lancaster sighed at the cold shoulder given by Grace and took up his looking gla.s.s and casually looked around the coastline.

Spotting work was generally boring, just looking out at the endless empty blue skies or clouds and seeing nothing. And they had to do the same thing for hours, just staring out into nothingness! Not only that, but the spotting nest was also sited at the front top of the s.h.i.+p's hull, in an open air tower.

They both had to dress thickly due to the cold strong winds and sometimes they even had to put on a leather breathing mask as the air could get very thin the higher the s.h.i.+p was at. Luckily, this time around, the fleet was kept at a relatively low alt.i.tude.

He lethargically fiddled around with his looking gla.s.s, swiping left and right and he froze and jerked back his looking gla.s.s as he unexpectedly caught sight of something. He focused his looking gla.s.s and yelled excitedly, "Grace! Grace! Look there! Is that a Protectorate s.h.i.+p?"

Grace frowned at the excited cries and motions of Lancaster and sighed inwardly, wondering why is he still so immature even after gaining adulthood. She followed Lancaster's excited directions and saw what he was excited about.

The sight of the blood red vessel was unmistakable, even if the view from the looking gla.s.s was not all that clear due to the distance and clouds. The blood red hull of the Protectorate s.h.i.+p strikingly stood out against the white and blue skies.

Grace felt a tingle of fear down her spine while Lancaster excitedly hopped around in the cramped spotting tower. "Aedi's fire! It really is a Protectorate s.h.i.+p! This is so exciting!"

Grace ignored Lancaster's excitement and she flipped the cover off the speaking horn. She covered the sides of the horn and cleared her throat before she reported the sighting to the officer below.

"Protectorate s.h.i.+p sighted!" She paused as she checked the compa.s.s chart glued around the circular railings of the spotting tower. "Compa.s.s point... three two zero! Heading on an eastern direction!"

"You sure up there?"

"YES!" Grace yelled back.

"Wait there!"

Grace covered the speaking horn and Lancaster who was still fantasizing of the coming battle asked. "Do you think we will board and capture the Protectorate s.h.i.+p? How many do you think we can kill?"

Lancaster did not wait for Grace's reply and he continued on, his eyes glowing with excitement. "I can't wait to tell the rest of our cla.s.s that we encountered a Protectorate s.h.i.+p! We will be heroes!"

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The Commodore of the Iron Maiden frowned when a crew member handed a message slip to him. He read the message and his eyed narrowed before he looked up and started issuing orders. "Order the fleet to change course and prepare for battle!"

"The Protectorate s.h.i.+p has been spotted!" The Commodoregrinned in antic.i.p.ation. "Order the fleet to switch to intercept formation!"

The Iron Maiden was the flags.h.i.+p of the 149th Squadron and once the orders were given, signal flags were flown out and signal lights started flas.h.i.+ng between the s.h.i.+ps. One by one the airs.h.i.+ps of the 149th Squadron responded as they replied back with flags and signals.

The s.h.i.+ps slowly split into two groups of three and two airs.h.i.+ps. The larger group consisting of IK Iron Maiden, IK Iron Fury and IK Iron Spirit, increased their cruising speed as they proceed in a heading that will intersect with the Protectorate airs.h.i.+p's path if they kept to their same course and heading.

As for the smaller group, the IK Iron Duke and IK Iron Will procced on a tail chasing course. It will keep the two s.h.i.+ps at the rear of the Protectorate airs.h.i.+p while the other three s.h.i.+ps of the 149th Squadron cut off the path, allowing the 149th Squadron to effectively pincer the Protectorate airs.h.i.+p between them.

After half a turn of the mechanical sandgla.s.s, the Protectorate airs.h.i.+p spotted the Iron Kingdom's airs.h.i.+ps and started to swing away from their interception course. But it did not matter much to the airs.h.i.+ps of the 149th Squadron as their speed was far superior to the lumbering Protectorate airs.h.i.+p.

"That's a Penal cla.s.s heavy cruiser!" The bridge crew identified the Protectorate airs.h.i.+p as the distance closed between the two sides. "I- It's huge!"

The Protectorate airs.h.i.+p was at least seven times heavier than the Iron Kingdom's Vise cla.s.s frigate and carries five times the crew but on a five versus one match, the Iron Kingdom's airs.h.i.+ps had a higher chance of victory.

"Why did a d.a.m.n Protectorate s.h.i.+p appear out of nowhere at this place?" The Commodore of the Iron Maiden cursed as he watched the blood red airs.h.i.+p slowly enlarging on the window. "I have never heard of the Protectorate raiding so far away from the borders!"

"Captain! We will be within cannon range in another one and a half turn of the gla.s.s!" The weapon master reported. "All steam cannons are primed and ready to be steamed!"

"Good!" The Commodore replied. "Give a ration of Bane's Fire for every sailor! And get the galley to cook up something hot for everyone before dousing the fires before the battle!"

The bridge crew cheered at the generously of the Commodore as he allowed the s.h.i.+p's liquor stores to be issued out. The Commodore ignored their cheers as he turned his attention back to the approaching Protectorate s.h.i.+p, his mind still full of questions of why would such an airs.h.i.+p appear here, and if it wasn't for the reports from the local village that their fishers.h.i.+ps were attacked by a blood red coloured airs.h.i.+p, he would still not believe it was from the Protectorate.

Yet, now the evidence was right before him and the Protectorate airs.h.i.+p seemed to decide to stop running as its rudder sails deployed out and it slowly turned, to present its broadside that held four times as many and bigger cannons to his s.h.i.+p.

The Commodore leaned forward from his chair as he issued his orders to the fleet. "Fleet is to form stack formation! All s.h.i.+ps to slow down and engage the enemy at the same time!"

Slowly, after his orders were given out, the airs.h.i.+ps of the 149th Squadron slowed down and the IK Iron Fury raised its alt.i.tude and 'stacked' at the top of IK Iron Maiden while IK Iron Spirit dropped its alt.i.tude and formed up below the IK Iron Maiden, forming a stack.

The other two s.h.i.+ps did the same as they closed from the rear of the Protectorate airs.h.i.+p. The Commodore nodded in satisfaction at the speed of the change of the formation, while despite not as fast as the top elite fleets of the Iron Kingdom, it was still done perfectly.

"All s.h.i.+ps to time their attacks at the start of the new gla.s.s turn!" The Commodore ordered again as he wanted his s.h.i.+ps to attack at the same timing to hit the Protectorate airs.h.i.+p with the heaviest opening to overwhelm its crew.

Time past rapidly as the grains of sand in the time gla.s.s dipped away and suddenly a spotter in the bridge yelled out a warning. "INCOMING!"

The Protectorate s.h.i.+p with its larger steam cannons fired first, white steam could be seen covering the side of their blood red hull as the hot and cold air mixed together. Their eight stoner steam long cannons popped like celebratory wine bottles but over ten thousand times sharper and louder which was heard seconds later.

"Iron Fury reports. .h.i.t on its upper deck! No penetration!" Damage reports from the fleet started flowing in as the fleet signalled amongst themselves frantically. "Iron Duke and Iron Will report the same! They suffer hits but no penetration! Their crew is shaken but no injuries!"

"How long more to range?" The Commodore bite down hard on his lip as he watched the side of the Protectorate airs.h.i.+p disappeared into a fury of white steam clouds.

"A quarter turn of the gla.s.s more!" The weapon masters reported back nervously.

"Tell the fleet to keep in formation!" The Commodore barked. "Endure the cannon fire for now!"

"Iron Will reports its starboard armour plate is wrapping and is suffering from pressure leaks!"

"Iron Duke lost its side rudder sails! It's turning speed has dropped!"

"Lord Commodore! Weapons are in range!"

"Finally!" The Commodore stood up and ordered. "Signal the fleet to present broadside cannons!"

The antic.i.p.ating airs.h.i.+ps of the 149th Squadron swung out as one and the armour gun ports were raised up, exposing the stubby barrels of the five stoner steam cannons. The cannon crews shoved the loaded steam cannons out and the muzzles of the cannons suddenly poked out from the sides of the airs.h.i.+p.

The Commodore smoothly drew his sword out and pointed it directly at the Protectorate airs.h.i.+p in his sights and yelled. "All s.h.i.+ps... OPEN FIRE!"