Hanger Block C melted away entirely, due to the beam weapons of the Eph'tan ignoring ship shields, countless pilots dead. Those ships that survived the attack were sucked out of the open hole and drifted out into space, some with corpses of their very pilots and the engineers who cared for them.
"FIRES OF ELLAN WHAT THE FRACK!? WE HAVE SURVIVORS FROM THE OUTLAWS ATTACK ON BOARD AND I DONT THINK YOU WANNA FRY THEM!"
Mordecai yelled into the comm.
"Captain, Lower decks are burning away!" yelled the ops officer
"Warn crew to leave those decks, give them 30 seconds then vent atmosphere from those decks, Lt. Preston warm up laser cannons and open up Scorpio pods G-M, Lt. Chand try hailing the Fires of Ellan again, if they dont answer and continue hostilities, frack it, we'll kill them where they stand."
"Sir the frigate launched smaller ships, one squadron of fighters, one wing of bombers sir... Ordering launch prep for Alpha and Iota Squadrons sir..."
In Hanger B-12, Jameson felt the rocking of the ship
"Uhh... Sir what was that?" asked one of the survivors
"I'd just ignore it and keep moving, come on the barracks are nearby.." He was cut off as explosions detonated around them and bits of debris fell, some of the refugees were hit by these falling debris.
In Hanger B-6 and Hanger B-8, the two squadrons were prepping for flight.
"This is Shamrock, Dudoko Squadron.. what the hell just happened! Part of the hanger just combusted and my wingman was sucked into space! Give me a sit rep on hull integrity..... Iota Squadron prepping to launch, flight check protocols almost complete.... Eph'Tan traitors are going to pay for melting the flyboys in Block C.... Get firefighting teams down there now to get the fires away from the other hangers. Without them we're screwed." The comm chatter from the combined hangers was deafening and clogging the main channels as the pilots and crew got over their original shock and confusion and replaced with a vengeful lust for blood.
"This is Captain Gabriel of Alpha Squadron, launching and ready to engage the fighter escort." Alpha one reported to the command crew before flying out, followed by his four wingmen.
"Connor form up on my left while Zev forms up on my right." Gab ordered
"Roger flight leader, sending target data to your comm, I'll handle the left most fighter, Zev and Connor engage the gunship, if that thing is even a fighter, I don't know, kill it. Alpha 1 you have their flight leader" reported their tactical officer and Alpha 4 Lisa.
"Those aliens are gonna pay.. I swear I can't wait to shove a missile at my targets face, I can only imagine the look on their face, but it wont be enough for the boys on C Block" said Connor
"Connor cut the chatter and watch flight leaders left flank, I know we all want to kill those aliens but we still need to protect the frigate, don't get too hastey, and dont get in range of their frigates point defense guns." Said Zev, who as usual was calm of head."
"Martha, form up under our formation and strike a swift blow at their right most fighter, we need to keep them from taking on Iota squadron, who will handle their bombers." reported Gab, and got a green light from Martha Alpha 5, who couldn't speak.
"We're going to need a funeral detail to gather up the bodies... at least those that are left...."