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*with the upper batteries on his Basestar still intact he begins
pounding the Titanship unmercifully* Launch remaining fighters. Damn annoying
bugs will die if it's the last thing I ever do!!
Q`res
<[email protected]>
- Wednesday,
August 04, 1999 at 22:43:37 (MDT)
The city rocks with the unleashed energies of the two warships pounding
each. The ground shakes, the air is filled with rolling thunder, the night
lit brighter than day in a constant stream of eye-searing flashes. The
Titanship hovering several hundred feet above the ground sustains a steady
stream of hits that makes its armor glow, rocking it about like a ship
in a choppy ocean. The Cylon BaseStar, immobile in the crater gouged out
by its crash, could not evade the punishment delivered to it by the Titanship.
All around it, buildings are blasted to oblivion, entire city blocks reduced
to rubble. Aerial shockwaves blow out windows as far as New Jersey. This
has consequences neither party had thought to take into account. All that
blasting was complicating the ongoing repairs onboard the SSD_Insuficiently_Reluctant_
just a mile away. That would make the Admiral mad. And the Admiral is NOT
someone you want getting pissed off at you... While on the other end of
the spectrum where ship-size is concerned: Zapper, beeing cooped up in
one corner of the dropship for hours to prevent it from becoming imbalanced
in its precarous perch, suddenly found all his effort rendered moot. The
Empire State Building was rocking from the ground tremors and atmospheric
blast waves. With ponderous inevitability, the mirrored egg tilted.. and
popped out of its hole in the side of the aforementioned building. Zapper,
splashing about the innards of his ship, was unable to reach the thruster
controls when the mirrored egg unceremoniously crashed onto the pavement,
narrowly missing a scruffy looking US Army tank that was trailing a hundred
feet of Zilla-intestines..
Zapper
<---The
Big And Little Consequences of War--->
- Wednesday,
August 04, 1999 at 23:29:30 (MDT)
What species is Zapper? By the sound of it, he's a Founder.
Scottty
<[email protected]>
- Thursday,
August 05, 1999 at 01:09:50 (MDT)
A Noid. (It'll be explained...)
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc.
- Thursday,
August 05, 1999 at 01:15:11 (MDT)
*Frowning, Cyborg reflects upon the true reason for his attack...
he had no idea that the battle would have been more costly. And if something
is not done soon, Earth will have 24 hours to live...*
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc.
- Thursday,
August 05, 1999 at 04:13:01 (MDT)
*sends a message to the city below* This is a message to Stanley
of the Cyborgs! Stanley, it is clear that this war has left our sides weaker
than before and seeing as the majority of Spaams are now back in our possesion
we sugest to you an Alliance! Yes my friend, with an alliance to two of
us can crush our mutual oposition and bring peace (within reason) to New
York! What say you?
Field
Marshal Woodlouse
- Thursday,
August 05, 1999 at 05:28:55 (MDT)
Cyborg Stan : Very well...... commander, what forces have you been
able to contact in this sector? Commander : We have only been able to contact
a small R&D base. They'll see what they can do. Cyborg Stan : That's
all? Have you contacted the others? The Emperor Figure could crush all
of our fleets combined.....
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc.
- Thursday,
August 05, 1999 at 05:56:03 (MDT)
*after turning many Cylon ships into scrap metal the titanship opens
up its portal and is gone... While traveling through LlamaSpace (like hyperspace
but for llamas) a llama officer pipes up* Sir, why are we not offering
assistance to the woodlice?, they are in great danger! *the captain responds*
Because my young friend, they are the younger races, and we are the elders,
we must follow a code of honour, a code of honour that has been breached
far too many times already... *the captain hands his head in sadness* And
besides, its time for lunch. *the officer suddenly understands his master*
Lord_Llama
- Thursday,
August 05, 1999 at 06:03:23 (MDT)
*Looks backwards.* Oh, great! The police are still on me! *Shifts
the Shopping Cart of DOOM! into full throttle. Executing a 180, he fires
some more crowbars right into the nearest car, causing it to blow up.*
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc.
- Thursday,
August 05, 1999 at 06:04:55 (MDT)
*overseeing the installation of a swiming pool at the White House,
when an aide arrives and says...* Mr President! We have urgent news about
a nuclear warhead heading toward Washington!! *the Chief shows alarm and
responds...* What?! Is it the Chinese or the Russians?!?! *the man rather
scared and says...* No sir, it came from one of our facilities! *the Chief
is now rather unhappy ands says...* Right, prepare the SDI laser, we shall
redirect it! *the officer salutes and runs off to carry out his orders*
Chief
Woodlouse
- Thursday,
August 05, 1999 at 06:17:09 (MDT)
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