Physics taken down

Finished my physics yearly exam. It went pretty well so hopefully, some good marks will come out of it. Now another installment of my series.

*yawns*

I'm going to sleep after this.

*1st Movement Part 2*

“Heat imbalances at 0.3!”
A rumble shook the Exultate Jubilate as the ship fired its multitude of weapons, both energy and projectile. Captain Lance Roberts grimaced, his hands clenching the sides of his command chair. The Waalwik forces had launched a partially successful surprise attack on Sector 13, catching a momentory weakness in the Alliance defences. The ships were mainly corvettes and frigates but outnumbered the Exultate Jubilate at least 15 to 1. Not a good thing. For a brief moment, the rumble stopped and Roberts looked up, his teeth gnashing.
“Recommendations?”
The security officer quickly responded.
“Use our plasma turrets to strip away their shielding, then attack with AMX-446 missiles.”
“Make it happen,” said Roberts quietly, “and run some projections!”
The security officer began tapping away at the console like a skilled pianist, his fingers dancing from one button to the next. He was a good man, that Brunker, thought Roberts. It was hard to get skilled officers like this. Roberts had read the officer’s file and found it hardly suprising that William Brunker used to be in the Special Operations Executive. Another rumble disturbed the Captain’s thoughts and he willed himself to pay attention to the screen.
“Incoming torpedo!” yelled Brunker, his sandy hair shaking, “brace for impact!”
The torpedo struck the Exultate Jubilate port side, but Brunker’s early warning minimised casualties.
“Hit them back!” roared Roberts, his face contorting.
Long golden lances of plasma reached out, striking to opposing enemy ships. The high velocity and temperature of the plasma began to strip the electromagnetic shielding of the smaller enemy ships. They tried to regroup and reposition, but the Exultate Jubilate had excellent manouevering for a battleship of her size and ten of the enemy ships were blown to pieces by the missiles. The five remaining ships managed to escape the missiles and retargeted the bigger Jubilate.
“Crap! The Sauvignon is coming on vector 33.9!” the sensor man cried out.
“Full reverse engines!” ordered Roberts frantically, “keep shooting, keep shooting!”
The Exultate Jubilate began moving backwards, narrowly avoiding a collision by the Sauvignon as it swooped in like a predatory bird, blasting the remaining enemy ships. Roberts barely managed to breathe when more transmissions blared in.

Grid 8 is not responding…
Thermal imbalance suggests unknown number of battlecruisers…
All ships, status green and yellow, move to Grid 8!

Roberts breathed out forcefully. He blinked his eyes and stretched his neck.
“Move to Grid 8, now!” he barked out.
Brunker was already setting up new targeting solutions, when his eyes opened in horrified surprise.
“No…bloody...way…”

To be continued…