Warhammer: The Time Traveler

Chapter 328 Easily Solved (Second Update)
The battle within the Enterprise was less a struggle and more a one-sided crushing defeat.

On the bridge, the moment the figures of Mann's squad solidified in the teleportation beam, the slaughter began.

The Klingon guards only had time to see a few blurry black shadows and a sudden burst of deadly light. Their nerve reaction speed was as slow as stillness in the face of highly cybernetic warriors, especially those with the Sianwistan system activated.

Mowell and Valerie vanished as two afterimages of death.

Their movements defied the limits of Klingon visual perception; their sonic blades and mantis knives, accompanied by high-frequency humming vibrations, swiftly and efficiently sliced ​​through the necks of their enemies.

There were hardly any decent screams, only the dull thud of heavy objects falling to the ground and the sound of a Disruptor gun slamming uncontrollably onto the floor.

In the blink of an eye, the Klingon soldiers who had been swaggering and controlling the bridge were all lying in pools of blood, their heads separated from their torsos, their faces still frozen with the fierce expressions of the previous moment.

The crew members, including Sulu and Chekhov, who were forced to gather in a corner of the bridge, did not even fully understand what was happening. They only saw a blur before their eyes, and the oppressive threat of death vanished, leaving only a few rapidly cooling Klingon corpses and the heavy smell of blood in the air.

Mann didn't even glance at the corpses on the ground, his deep voice issuing orders through the squad's communication channel: "Valerie, Jack, clear the left passage. Dorio, Falco, right. Secure all paths leading to the bridge. Kill any armed Klingons you encounter."

"Yes, Captain!" The team members quickly dispersed, like cold scavengers, and began to clear out the remaining enemy forces around the bridge.

Their actions were efficient and coordinated, embodying an almost instinctive killing skill honed through countless street brawls and gang wars—a stark contrast to the more suppression- and control-oriented fighting style favored by Federation crew members.

Meanwhile, in the engine room, the battle was also drawing to a close.

Kirk led a hastily assembled squad of more than ten men out from the flank passage, and the red beam of the phase gun accurately shot at the Klingons who were trying to establish a defensive position.

Almost simultaneously, inside the engine room, Engineer Scott roared, "For the Enterprise!" followed by an even more intense barrage of phase gun fire.

Trapped in the middle, the Klingon squad was attacked from both sides. Their bravery quickly crumbled after losing the element of surprise and the advantage of the terrain, and they were met with fierce counterattacks from the Federation crew who were eager to save the ship.

Soon, the last Klingon soldier who put up a stubborn resistance was knocked to the ground by Kirk himself.

"Scott! Report the situation!" Kirk called out as he strode through the smoke-filled engine room.

“The engine control system has some minor scratches, and the shield generator is overloaded, but the core structure is intact! Give me ten minutes, and I can get this old lady to dance again!” Scott’s voice was filled with the excitement of surviving a disaster and the focused concentration unique to engineers.

Just then, Mann's calm voice came through Kirk's communicator: "Captain, the bridge and surrounding area have been cleared. We are advancing towards the midships. Remaining resistance is sporadic and chaotic. We expect to complete the clearing within three minutes."

Kirk's tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

He looked around at the crew members who had regained control of their posts and were beginning emergency repairs, and then at the communicator, as if he could see through it the Mann squad ruthlessly eliminating threats from the ship's steel veins.

The operation to recapture the Enterprise came to an unexpected close in a short period of time.
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Just as the battle inside the Enterprise subsided with astonishing speed, Chen Yu was carrying out another part of his plan at the Genesis surface camp. Using the tracking program he had secretly implanted during his previous communications with the Klingons and the Genesis energy field as a relay, he easily infiltrated the rudimentary computer networks of the two Klingon cruisers in orbit.

The Klingons' prized ship systems, with their protective measures, appear primitive and laughable in the face of a mechanical priest from the Dark Ages, an expert in the nature of data and the plague of logic.

Their firewalls were like a thin sheet of paper, which Chen Yu swiftly and decisively pierced and dismantled.

With virtually no resistance, Chen Yu's will swept through every control point of the two warships.

The engine output was forcibly reduced to zero, the weapon system's energy circuit was physically isolated, the shield generator was overloaded and shut down, and even the emergency manual control lever and physical circuit switch were cleverly welded or locked by him with precise energy pulses.

The communication channels were filled with the Klingons' furious roars and desperate attempts, but all to no avail.

The two warships, which had been menacing just moments before, were transformed in a matter of seconds into two completely paralyzed metal coffins floating on the tracks. Except for the life support systems, which were deliberately preserved, they had lost all their functions.

"The target unit has lost its combat capability, and the control system is completely locked." Chen Yu's synthesized voice calmly reported to Kirk, who had just finished clearing out the Enterprise and returned to the communications channel, as if he had just completed a routine system debugging.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the channel, clearly Kirk was processing the information.

Then Kirk's voice came through, tinged with disbelief and relief: "Well done, sage. Maintain the status quo, we..."

“I suggest initiating its self-destruct program.” Chen Yu interrupted him, his tone completely flat, as if he were proposing a perfectly reasonable technical solution. “Permanently eliminating the source of the threat is the most efficient method. It is estimated that the instruction overwrite will be completed in 1.2 seconds.”

"Wait! Sage Chen Yu!" Kroll quickly dissuaded him, "Capturing these two ships and the Klingons on board is far more valuable! We can obtain intelligence from them, understand the purpose of their operation, and even use it as leverage in negotiations with the Klingon Empire!"

Destroying them will only exacerbate tensions and lead to unnecessary further conflict!

Chen Yu's crimson optical lens turned slightly toward Kroll, whose face had turned pale, while the internal processor rapidly weighed the pros and cons between "eliminating potential threats" and "acquiring strategic resources and avoiding uncontrollable diplomatic risks."

For a mechanical priest accustomed to eradicating problems with absolute force, the "value" proposed by Kroll needs to be recalculated.

After a brief silence, his synthesized voice sounded again: "Logic assessment complete. Preserving the target as an intelligence source and political asset has a higher probability of long-term benefits than immediate destruction. Self-destruct command cancelled."

He accepted Kroll's suggestion, but the basis for this decision remained a cold calculation of gains and losses, rather than any form of humanitarian or diplomatic consideration.

The threat on the orbit was eliminated in this silent yet absolutely crushing way.

Two Klingon cruisers, along with their crews, became prisoners floating in the orbit of Genesis, all thanks to a brief data breach by the mechanical sage in the ground camp.

(End of this chapter)