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Moving silently in high orbit, a network of stealthed military satelites
slowy spin about the earth. Their presence is a violation of a treaty between
major forces. Illegal, suspected, yet unproven. They represent the most
advanced military hardware ever crafted by the hand of 20th century man.
Next to one of them, a tiny pinpoint of light pops up out of the nothingness.
Quickly, it expands into a small golfball sized sphere. In a flash, it
is gone. A tiny chrome spider shoots a thin line to the satelite, connects,
and reels itself in. Cutting a neat circular hole in one side of the satelite,
it crawls inside. For the next hour there are flashes of colored light,
small puffs of smoke, and scurrying motion barely seen through the opening.
Slowly, the United States Strategic Defense Initiative (SDI) Orbital Defense
Platform turns, re-orienting to point its railguns outwards instead of
inwards, its sensors looking now for unrecognized alien warships instead
of the flaming launch signatures of intercontinental ballistic missiles.
This platform, and the rest of its brethren, have been commandeered for
the defense of the planet. One by one, the chrome spiders report by secure
tight-beam of their success to a certain mirrored egg hiding in a cloud
over New York. The reprogramming of the equally stealthed Russian Bukarran
Laser battlestations take slightly longer, principally because the spiders
had a hard time understanding Russian..
Zapper
<--Pawn To Bishop Six-->
- Friday,
August 06, 1999 at 18:04:50 (MDT)
...He chuckles softly at her misunderstanding of the way Lurkers
work, not wanting to disabuse her of any advantage he might have, He transporters
don't lock on at first. Then realizing things would look bad if more of
his true powers were revealed, he uses a bit of technobable he saw in the
"Star Trek" section of the Lurker Manual to make the transporters seem
to work as he moves his ship to the Atypical Malfuction. Stepping out of
the little police box, which becomes a captains chair as he does, he is
now dressed in an all black uniform, immediatly he starts yelling at the
crew, working them hard and fast on some of the weapons that the Lurkers
Council has heard discussed in some of the less........ proper places their
agents have Lurked, within just a few hours, several are complete, as well
as renovations to the hull and the engines, the ship seems to be losing
its shape as more and more of the modifications of the formless lurker
technology effect it. Under his breath so no one but his now throughly
controled second in command hears it... Things are going exactly perfectly.
Darva
(Lurker Extrodinaire)
- Friday,
August 06, 1999 at 18:47:14 (MDT)
She smiles coldly and watches the modifications to the Dreadnaught...and
senses the thoughts of those within...or rather the lack of such. Her eyes
snap open and then close as she extends her senses...finds a hole in the
fabric of reality and twists, like so...On the SSD _Insufficiently Reluctant_,
the remaining leaks, and they are there, close up as the hull seems to
become liquid for a moment.....with a shudder it lifts off from the ground
and arches skyward, its boundaries becoming slightly more indistinct as
the laws of physics challenge Jadesfire's anger, a force of nature in itself....and
lose. The ship continues to ascend into the evening sky.......
- Friday,
August 06, 1999 at 19:20:03 (MDT)
*With his basestar still capable of hitting ships in orbit he prepares
for this new, and ominous threat* The Woodlice can wait, we must defend
Earth. Cylon 1 - "By your command"
Q`res
<[email protected]>
- Friday,
August 06, 1999 at 22:38:26 (MDT)
...The dreadnaught continues to grow, becoming larger and larger,
losing it's form even more so until it seems to have no fixed form at all.
After a few more seconds as he witnesses the SSD lift off, he opens a channel
to Jadesfire, with his new attire, and no longer using his british accent...
All is well here, now what the _BLEEP_ do you want me to do with it? ...as
he speaks he presses a button on his captains chair, lauching several Lurker
Wipe's, to erase the crews memory of how they built this strange technology,
leaving them with just the bare minimum necessary to operate it...
Darva
(Lurker Extrodinaire)
- Friday,
August 06, 1999 at 22:45:53 (MDT)
At this point, Cyborg Stan realizes that the police chase scenes
are not as funny as they should be, so he drives up a convientaly placed
boarding ramp and lifts off in perhaps one of the most unsubtle getaway
vechiles the planet has ever seen, a five mile long battlecruiser with
more firepower than the rest of the world combined. Gunning the engines,
he causes even more random death and destruction as the exhaust melts some
more buildings.
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc.
- Saturday,
August 07, 1999 at 06:05:56 (MDT)
As the SSD_Insufficiently_Reluctant wobbles unsteadily to orbit,
large chunks of dirt, rocks, and compressed runway tarmac rain down onto
the bay. As it lifted higher the debris gained potency from the gravitational
potential, impacting like bombs. Coriolis forces shift the falling debris
further and further east, causing a rain of devastation across the East
Coast. Buildings explode as ton-mass concrete chunks fall from the stratosphere.
Though the damage is great, it would be incomparably miniscule in contrast
to what would happen if this motley force were to fail. In N.Y., there
is now a deep elongated depression. Seawater rushes in, and Jadesfire Bay
becomes an instant reminder of the events of these past days...
Zapper
<Liftoff>
- Saturday,
August 07, 1999 at 06:25:42 (MDT)
Right lads, its times to fight for the planet! Today we fight not
only to defend our House, but all the other Houses, the Penguins and them
Hunam things! Takes us into orbit Mr Woodlouse! *the swarm fleet moves
in formation to join the assembled fleet in space*
Field
Marshal Woodlouse <<---- Indy
theme>
- Saturday,
August 07, 1999 at 06:26:21 (MDT)
*parks her ship near the others* OK, call me if you need me...
Savannah
- Saturday,
August 07, 1999 at 09:34:47 (MDT)
Send group A to escort the Interdictor, we must ensure that that
ship remains safe! Send group B to escort the SSD, all remaining ships
stay with the Blue Pea... *out of the 58 ships 40 leave and separate into
two groups that head toward their targets for defence...*
Field
Marshal Woodlouse
- Saturday,
August 07, 1999 at 09:45:37 (MDT)
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