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All ships, everyone! The interdictor is under attack, move into
defensive possition around the interdictor... *the ships move and form
a line along the front of the interdictor...*
Field
Marshal Woodlouse
- Monday,
August 09, 1999 at 18:27:54 (MDT)
*The image of the Imperial flagship rushes up on Voyager's viewscreen,
it's fighter bay now clearly visible despite interference from Neptune.*
Okay. Download all the data you have on that thing into a padd and have
it waiting form me when I get to the tank. When we're within 200 meters,
I want you to open the hatch on the cargo bay so I can get out. Once I'm
clear, make a run for the other ships and join the battle. *rushes off
the bridge leaving no one in command.*
TDK
- Monday,
August 09, 1999 at 18:51:09 (MDT)
uh-oh...ummm...*turns to the crew* if it isn't our fleet, and it
moves, destroy it! Shoot first, see what it was later!!!!
Savannah
- Monday,
August 09, 1999 at 19:33:24 (MDT)
The Emperor's influence, far stronger this close to his ship, overwhelms
Jadesfire's mental clouding. Hampered by the close proximity to the emperor's
flagship, the nearby capships desist from opening fire. Instead, swarms
of fighters begin pounding on the Voy from all directions. As the Voyager
maneuvers closer and closer to the open fighter bay, its phaser banks near
overloading as it fends of the fighters, the hangar defense canons open
up. The Voy's shields, already glowing fiercely from the nonstop fighter
attacks, overload. In moments, the combined firepower of over a hundred
fighters and the hangar canons blasts the ship into oblivion. The only
remains is a glowing multicolored cloud, and a million tumbling debris
fragments. The Voyager, has had its last journey.
The Emperor
<Casualties of War #2>
- Monday,
August 09, 1999 at 22:20:44 (MDT)
..His ship slips up behind the interdictor slowly, the hull of it
ripples slightly as if something odd were going on inside. .He opens a
channel to the interdictor, grinning slightly at Savannah... Looks like
you need a bit of help, ...he turns to an officer... Full power to the
shields ...Then back to Savannah... Might I offer my services? ...His ship
slides forward, touching the rear of hers, the expectant crash and collision
alerts are not heard, as the grin on his face widens even more. Slowly
the metal of his ship runs around hers, slowly engulfing the whole. After
a few moments, her ship is completely surrounded by his, he chuckles softly...
There, let them deal with that. Savannah, Start falling back. ...Speaking
aside to his aide, they fire the engines on his ship, pushing along with
Savannah's, moving that much faster from the extra thrust. Weapon fire
begins to blossom forth from the silvery second skin on the Interdictor,
hitting any enemy that gets to near...
Darva
(Lurker Extrodinaire)
- Monday,
August 09, 1999 at 22:27:46 (MDT)
Unseen amid the wreckage, a modified US Army tank tumbles through
space, with a madly cursing undead Klingon at the controls. Getting madder
by the second as he can't even hear his own cursing for the lack of any
air in the tank...
Narrator
<Undead Roaches Are
Hard To Kill>
- Monday,
August 09, 1999 at 22:34:48 (MDT)
On a average planet circling a red giant the Hindmost stares at
a small vial of murky liquid. Tree of Life virus. The relic of 60's scifi
that might change the shape of the war now being fought in the Sol system.
He thinks of all those young people now engaged who have no idea of the
ubber-weapon represented by this tiny bit of liquid. How to employ this?
Who to employ this on... It would certainly turn the tide of the war, but
would it be for the better? A tough decision. A human must be selected.
Perhaps a pair, but no more. They would have to be selected with great
care. Who?
Hindmost
<[email protected]>
- Tuesday,
August 10, 1999 at 01:41:38 (MDT)
Jadesfire turns to her weapons officer, barely visible behind a
leering Jar-Jar Binks. "Target the fighter cloud...ion cannons. And keep
harassing the fleet...move to a position slightly off their course and
try to kill anything that engages us...." She stretched out her senses
again, finding strong points in the relatively undamaged perimeter.....and
imploding them with the power of supreme irritation. Seeking knots of ships,
inevitable in the Emperor's dense formation, she created small chain-reactions
of explosions, sowing more confusion in the enemy fleet. Relaxing a bit,
she smirked in a triumphant fashion...then paled and flinched as a revenging
mindblow from the dark heart of the fleet struck home....hands shaking,
she resumed her work, knowing that if she let her guard slip a few more
times....
<...the
daughter of debate, that eke discord doth sow...>
- Tuesday,
August 10, 1999 at 06:39:56 (MDT)
*CLANG!! The tank suddenly finds it's way to the outer hull of the
Imp flagship.* .....!!!! *TDK's mouth moves but no sound is made. And belive
me you are all fortunate for that. Ever so slowly, the tank begins to stabalize
itself with the newly installed manouvering thrusters and "lands" on the
surface of the ship only a short distance from the fighter bay.*
TDK
- Tuesday,
August 10, 1999 at 10:40:09 (MDT)
*Something shows up on the scopes of _Halbred.* Officer : Captain,
some new ships have warped in. 150 Quicksilvers, 75 Hellborns, and 100
of a type we don't know of. They are requesting permission to join the
fight. Captain : By all means, allow them. Officer : Wait... here's something
else. Sir, the R&D facility have sent over a prototype weapon. They
stated that they don't know how much use it would be, since it would drain
most of our battleship's power to fire. Captain : Order the weapon to stay
out of the fight. We have to defend the interdictor, and cannot spend the
luxury of configuring a new weapon to our hull. Cyborg Stan (on viewscreen)
: But I can. Captain : Sir! You're still alive?! Cyborg Stan : Depends
on whether or not I can come up with something clever in the next 30 seconds...
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc.
- Tuesday,
August 10, 1999 at 11:13:10 (MDT)
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