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*During a lull in the battle fighters return for repairs, cruisers
recharge and reconfigure weapons and the Field Marshal opens up a channel
to Captain Woodlouse...* Captain you've done a fine job, your bravery and
expertise have helped keep the fleet together and as such I'm hereby promoting
you to Commodore. *The Commodore is delighted "Ay Sir, I shall continue
to bring glory to the House"* Good job man, and prepare to get back into
the fray... *The Commodore nods and the visual channel closes*
Field
Marshal Woodlouse
- Tuesday,
August 10, 1999 at 12:06:27 (MDT)
*Suicidely, Cyborg Stan orders a short jump... already damaged,
the _Slicer_ goes in a flash of light... and exits out of range. The move
had it's cost, as the _Slicer_ is more damaged than ever.. Damaged, sparking,
most of the weapons inoperational, the _Slicer_ makes a tactical retreat,
putting power to repairs and ordering the weapon to dock...*
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc.
- Tuesday,
August 10, 1999 at 12:14:09 (MDT)
*The tank crawls along the surface of the flagship and after some
short quick manouvres with the it's new thrusters, it passes through one
of those fancy force-field thingies that keeps air in but alows everything
else to just pass right through it* ......ew I should have left a main
character back there. Wow! I can talk again! *pops open the hatch and looks
around at the now empty fighter bay. Puts an army surplus helmet on and
sticks a flare in the side of his mouth.* Let'ss ssee here. The quickest
way to the throne room is.... that way. *pulles the flare out and points
at a random wall. He grabs the trigger and blasts a hole in the wall.*
I make my own hallways......
TDK
- Tuesday,
August 10, 1999 at 12:22:56 (MDT)
The defensive fleet retreats with the interdictor, keeping a protective
cordon about it as the emperor's fleet advances in unison. Then from the
slowly dispersing gas cloud they left behind bursts forth a hundred capships
headed at fast sublight towards the inner solar system. If they are not
stopped, they shall leave the interdiction field about Neptune in only
a few hours.
The Emperor
<Splitting Forces>
- Tuesday,
August 10, 1999 at 13:41:05 (MDT)
The Solitary Vulcan's cloaked ship is currently parked in geostationary
orbit above Earth's north pole. ( no, don't think too hard about that one...)
The scanning and "backup" of the Terran biosphere is taking far longer
than expected: that Amazon rainforest seems to contain a HUGE diversity
of lifeforms, and there is not enough time to determine which species actually
matter and which do not... Swapping in another datachip, the Vulcan takes
a cursory glance at other events on the planet's surface. In particular,
he notices several large encampments, consisting of partially-built planetary
defenses, and large numbers of Imperial soldiers engaged in various activities,
which could be collectively described, in human terms, as "goofing off".
The Vulcan surmises that in the absence of their leader ( the self-proclaimed
queen of the planet), their resolve and general interest in things military
is begining to slacken... Turning his attention to the events of the distant
battle around Neptune, he dispatches an automated probe ship to retrieve
Zapper's out-of-action craft. With a hint of a grin, he also programs said
probe, once Zapper is safely aboard the cloaked ship, to go back and play
the standard "Greetings from the Vulcan Academy of Sciences message at
everyone and anyone beyond the Kuiper Belt.
Scottty
<[email protected]>
- Tuesday,
August 10, 1999 at 14:38:03 (MDT)
Now THIS is what I call fun. There is no way any 3D shoot-em-up
can beat this. *blows open another wall standing in his way, revealing
a full line of stormtroopers waiting to ambush him. "Halt. Surrendur your
vehicle and we might have mercy on you." shouts one of them* I have a different
idea. How about you all just shoot yourselves, it'll save everyone here
a lot of trouble. *He swiches over to the machine gun trigger and spews
lead into several troops before the others start firing back.*
TDK
- Tuesday,
August 10, 1999 at 16:18:15 (MDT)
*Lord Woodlouse enters the Royal Council to make a plea before the
noble Houses, he directs his speach toward Chief Frin'Cae, King of all
the woodlice...* Sire, the forces approching the earth now vastly outnumber
the defending forces, I must insist that you send aid to our fleet! The
fact that defence forces are out of system in the first place is unacceptable,
but right now we need ships for the task at hand!! *Chief Frin'Cae responds
"I understand your plight, but the only forces we have on the side we can
come in at are a Panchik trade convoy and further out a Yah'Noik exploration
cruiser squadron" That will have to do then, any forces you can press into
battle! *suddenly the Chief Panchik speaks "Er, excuse me, but what if
we dont want to go?"* Well under terms of DOWA (Defence Of the Woodlouse
Act) you would have to. *The Panchik begin screaching "But we dont want
to! We trade not fight!"* Well, your gonna have to go... *the Panchik grumble*
What about you Yah'Noik, what say you? *"Oh a good battle can be great
to get the heart going, and our exploration has found very little interesting
lately, so yeah, we'll join the party. It will take us longer to arrive
than the Panchick though..."* Thats OK, at least your making the effort...
*stares at the Panchik representative with scorn, worry can be seen on
their merchant faces*
Lord_Woodlouse
- Tuesday,
August 10, 1999 at 17:35:35 (MDT)
*Configuration phase 98% complete.... 99%...... Configuration complete.
New system : Bahamut Zero Cannon (Prototype) online. Running systems check....
systems within acceptable parameters..... New Command : Charge up Bahamut
Zero Cannon (Prototype). Charging.....*
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc.
- Tuesday,
August 10, 1999 at 18:26:56 (MDT)
*Drives into a room with a huge, seemingly bottomless shaft in his
way.* What the.... This isn't on the map. *lifts the padd up to get a closer
look.* Oh, there it is. Ok, so I need to get to the other sie anyway....
Hmmm... *On the far side of the shaft two people bearing lightsabres and
dueling furiously bring their battle dangerously close to the shaft. TDK,
sick and tired of all these distractions fires the main cannon in their
general direction knocking them both off the edge and down the pit to their
deaths.* Now to get across. * The tank backs up into the tunnel, then thrusts
forward with both the diesel-powered treds and the technobable-powered
thrusters. It leaps across the shaft and smashes into an opening on the
far side then continues forward like nothing happened.
TDK
- Tuesday,
August 10, 1999 at 18:40:40 (MDT)
As the battle within the Emperor's command ship continues, TDK feels
a prickling sensation on his high klingon scalp. He pounds on the helmet
to no avail, merely causing the irritant to wander about up there until
he rips his helmet off. With a look of obvious relief on its tiny robotic
face, a nearly-squashed chrome spider hops out, scuttles over to the top
of the fire control board and projects a most horrifying holographic image:
Admiral Jadesfire, in rumpled uniform with her hair sticking up in spikes.
Mercifully hidden from the holographic view were the totems and symbols
of utmost evil which surround her in the SSD. The scowling visage peers
at him, then smirks. "So, it's in one piece afterall. I assume you are
onboard the Emperor's flagship?" Snarling at the arrogant face, TDK gives
a cursory nod. "Very well, the fleet will be informed that things are not
*completely* hopeless.. What are you waiting for? Get to it!" With that,
the hologram vanishes. With a look of determination, the Undead Klingon
reaches forth... and squashes the chrome spider, grinding it into the board.
As he turns to continue the miles long traveling conflict through the emperor's
flagship, he does not notice the other chrome spiders cowering in terror
within the shadowed nooks and crannies of the tank..
Narrator
- Tuesday,
August 10, 1999 at 22:45:47 (MDT)
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