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*T-plus five seconds until BZ Cannon is charged..... four......
three..... two...... one. BZ Cannon charged. Ready to Fire. Error : No
target selected.* Cyborg Stan : I'm sure nobody would mind if that ship
was wiped out of existance. *Targeted aquired. Commencing firing sequence......*
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc.
- Tuesday,
August 10, 1999 at 23:18:41 (MDT)
*Motes of bluish light start appearing around the muzzle.... they
begin to collapse toward a point in the center, and begin to do so at a
faster and fast rate... all of the sudden, it stops, and an electric-blue
beam of light issues forth, reaching forth vast distances to splash against
an enemy frigate.... it is utterly annilated, not even one piece of debris
left....*
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc.
- Tuesday,
August 10, 1999 at 23:37:11 (MDT)
*Suddenly 60 Panchik bulk freighters appear out of Qaizi-Wizzi-Fruuipi
Space (the FTL travel used by woodlice), they make their way to underground
bases on Earth to prepare for the fight...*
Vice Admiral
Panchik
- Wednesday,
August 11, 1999 at 04:10:46 (MDT)
*After arriving in the underground base Vice Admiral Panchik goes
to speak to Lord Woodlouse about the plans for battle* So, you want us
to use HVI Cannons? You do realise that firing idiots from our ships would
destroy them! *Lord Woodlouse responds "Yes, but it will be a worthy sacrifice!"*
Actually we have a better idea, we have been studying the HVI design on
the way here, and using our present cargo, we might be able to bring high
damage without hurting our ships, we have developed the HVTS Cannon! *Lord
Woodlouse is at first impressed, then asks "Erm, what does that stand for?"*
High Velocity Toilet Seat Cannon! *Lord Woodlouse begins to laugh "You
mean you plan to fire toilet seats at one of the most feared dark lord
in the universe?"* Yep, the toilet seats where our cargo for a remote woodlouse
colony, they are made of reinforced louseanite making them very strong.
*Lord Woodlouse grins "Yes, this might just work, we shall fit your ships
with two HVTS Cannons each, good luck my brave friend!" Vice Admiral Panchik
looks around to find this brave person he talked about* Right then, I shall
return to my flagship, the Golden Pineapple.
Vice Admiral
Panchik
- Wednesday,
August 11, 1999 at 04:43:21 (MDT)
Hi ho, hi ho, it off to work I go da de da de dum... erm... and
the rest.... *begins to fix a hole in the SSD* Oh this is the life! No
worries, a steady job and plenty of friends *waves at a passing chrome
spider* Ah, this is wonderf.... *gets sqished by a passing stormtrooper*
Ted the
Chrome Spider
- Wednesday,
August 11, 1999 at 04:53:34 (MDT)
Jadesfire relays the information on TDK's "survival" to the fleet,
and almost gets consumed by a burst of dark energy...Eyes wide with anger,
and not a little fear, staring through the ship at the source of the attack,
Jadesfire grabs the last of her reserves for a final strike, sends her
consciousness, mentally honed to a point, to destroy, to kill...but found
herself trapped in a shimmering green globe, barely aware of the events
outside...looking for weaknesses in the trap that were not there.....Watching
the angry but ultimately vanquished "soul" in the olive-green globe-trap
on his throne, the Emperor began to laugh....
<Casualty
of War #3>
- Wednesday,
August 11, 1999 at 06:41:15 (MDT)
Commander Sanye viewed the slow collapse of his Admiral with shock,
and the entire bridge crew gaped. Taking command of the situation, Sanye
ordered the majority of the crew back to work, and with his assistant Kjeph
made his way over to the Admiral's chair. Kjeph fingered his blaster. "Commander,
do you think we should....." Biting his tongue in thought, Sanye did not
offer comment, and Kjeph fired at the prone body of the Admiral....only
to have the shot absorbed by a previously non-existent force-field. Sanye
frowned. "She's still breathing...but we need to notify the rest of the
fleet...."
<On
the Bridge of the SSD>
- Wednesday,
August 11, 1999 at 06:47:54 (MDT)
The Solitary Vulcan has observed events with cool interest, showing
little emotion ( not surprising), except when he watched the _Insufficently
Reluctant_ being levitated into orbit. Then his face showed a hint of an
expression that, if he were human, could have meant "Aw... how cute!" As
a Vulcan, he has psi powers many times greater than those available to
any human, but his people have long ago advanced beyond the need to actually
use those powers for anything, prefering instead to solve problems by means
of cool technology. Thus he rejects out of hand the idea of intervening
in the battle by beaming aboard the hostile flagship and unceremoniously
mind-blasting the Emperor to death. Not only would such an offensively
primitive means of resolving the conflict be beneath the dignity of any
modern, civilized, disciple of Surak, but it would also violate the Prime
Directive. So he contents himself with observing events from afar, and
calculating the odds...
Scottty
<[email protected]>
- Wednesday,
August 11, 1999 at 09:28:20 (MDT)
The Emperor's spearhead force of a hundred capships reach the edge
of the interdiction.. and hyperjump to high earth orbit. As the ships arrive,
they launch fighters. Buzzing like an angry swarm from a kicked-over hive,
the fighter swarm proceeds to escort the force to a lower orbit. Opening
his sealed orders, the spearhead taskforce commander finds out what he
must do. Pulling his sidearm out of its holster, he turns about.. and shoots
the Xanarian representative which accompanied him. Order #1 accomplished.
Now to implement order !2.. The slagging of the Earth.
The Emperor
<..Bad To The Bone...>
- Wednesday,
August 11, 1999 at 09:56:04 (MDT)
As the assault ships park in the L5 high orbital stability region,
it sends out 4 wings of fighters for high speed strategic recon. Moving
quickly, they penetrate the dense ring of satelites orbiting the earth's
geostationary zone. Then they split off to head for earth at high velocity,
loop around the planet, and meet back here for the next overflight.
The Emperor
- Wednesday,
August 11, 1999 at 10:17:59 (MDT)
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