The Battle of Bravo.
It was the largest mass of Federation vessels any of them had ever seen. Even during the Dominion War had so many vessels come together.
Colonel Davis had drawn up the plan, now they were executing it.
Val'rulal kept her eye on the tactical map by her side as they sprinted at full impulse into the system.
Five hundred eleven vessels.
Escorts were triangles, with Angel's 'flagship' hollowed out.
The lead science vessel was hollowed out as well as her own.
At the tip of the formation, her wedge of cruisers would hit them first.
Of course, they didn't know exactly where
they were. Orbital platforms numbered in the dozens, but the rest of the KDF fleet had gone dark, cloaking as soon as they'd gotten a few days out.
The battle over Charlie had weakened them though.
Scans had registered only 250 or so enemy ships to contend with.
But they would have surprise on their hands. And that was never to be underestimated.
Angel knew they'd use that advantage to flank them. That's why they were more in a block than a line.
Val knew what her job was.
To punch a hole in whatever defense they had.
They were the tanks, the hardest to kill.
Once they tore through the initial line, the escorts behind her would finish off whatever they'd wounded. Then they would split into three distinct parts. All curving around to make another run.
Her and the center section would go up and over, or under and below. The right and left flanks would break off to the right or left, the Locksley was to make that call.
The purpose of that maneuver was, if turning right, for the right flank to wound and broadside the enemy rear left flank, while the left flank would finish them off.
Then they would make another run, only the left flank would cut in front of the right as they completed their turn, now a full 270 degrees around from their original heading, and repeat the process to the enemy right flank.
Her and the center section's job was to wreak havoc from above or below, helping out.
As they continued forward, 25 KDF cruisers suddenly decloaked from the port flank, raining disruptor fire upon the left.
So it began.