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"Sir, one hundred enemy ships have just emerge from hyperspace in
orbit of earth!!" Damn, begin firing orbital defsat weapons. Ready all
HVIC's for one massive bombardment. "Aye sir." *lasers and rails guns begin
firing rapidly in space, but they're not match for most of the enemy ships,
they do prove to confuse the enemy formations and send fighters colliding
into one another* "We're having limited effect sir!!" Begin firing Basestar
weapons, and where's that Minuteman missile I asked for?!!? "It should
be here soon sir..." *the guns on the Cylon Basestar begin firing rapidly*
"Sir, their small capital ships are attacking the orbital defsat platforms,
they can't hold out too much longer." Very well, tell our fighters to engage.
*4 dozen Cylon Raiders (all the fighters that remain at this point) slip
out from the dark side of the moon and converge on the enemy fleet* Now
we've got them in a cross-fire. *in space the enemy fleet realizing the
danger now posed to them redeploys the large capital ships dealing with
the Cylon raiders and the smaller ships and fighters taking on the orbital
batteries* "Sir Squadron 1 destroyed, half of all orbital batteries are
gone, we can't hold out much longer!!!" Understood, target all HVIC's on
the enemy fleet and prepare to fire. Q`res silently thinks to himself......
and so it has begun, let's hope that little surprise of mine will help
make a difference.
Q`res
<[email protected]>
- Wednesday,
August 11, 1999 at 10:28:41 (MDT)
*The Emperor sits in his throne room. Having just recieved word
that the fleet left the interdiction field he orders his viewscreen to
display the Earth. He turns to the green glass jar beside him. "You have
been a worthy oponent Admiral Jadesfire but in the end you have been defeated,
now, I'll invite you to watch the destruction of your home world." He returns
his gaze to the blue globe on his viewscreen and notices for the first
time a loud rumbling coming from the other side getting louder. He slams
a comm button on his armrest. "Captain, what's going on down here?" Captain:"Apparently
there is a tank digging its way through the ship, sir. We don't know where
it is or where it's going, but it hasn't wandered near any critical areas."
Emp:"WHAT! Why didn't you inform me of this earlier?" Cap'n:"You told me
specifically, not to interupt with anything unless it was our arrival at
Earth." The Emperor's sadistic grin is quickly replaced with a face of
pure rage, and even a hint of fear. Meanwhile Jadesfire's image in the
jar grows her own sadistic grin, as a US Army tank crashes through the
viewscreen and faces the Emperor. TDK, in all his glory, pops open the
hatch, helmet and flare in place creating the very image of the typical
movie General.*
TDK
- Wednesday,
August 11, 1999 at 10:34:41 (MDT)
*The 60 bulk freighters are now equiped with the new HVTS Cannons,
some House Woodlouse officers join the Panchik on their ships to help them
fight and the vessels begin to stream out of the giant underground hangars
to assist in the defence of Earth....*
Vice Admiral
Panchik
- Wednesday,
August 11, 1999 at 12:33:28 (MDT)
*In the battle already rageing the Cylons are bravly fighting the
Emperor but are slowly losing the fight* OK, move into spearhead formation.
*the ships take on an arrow like formation, with ten ships on each row*
First group FIRE! *the first row fire and their is a bright flash of light,
when people can see clearly again they see 2 of the Emperors ships losing
control and with flaming holes ripped into them* It working, its working!!
First group to reload and move to the back of the formation, second group
FIRE! *as he gives this order the Emperors ships begin to return fire the
hail of fire power takes out 4 of the row of 10 before they fire, but they
fire nontheless and with the same bright light the toilet seats zoom off
into their fleet and take out another 2 capital ships, and the next row
moves into possition to fire....*
Vice Admiral
Panchik
- Wednesday,
August 11, 1999 at 12:46:51 (MDT)
Well, "your highness" it looks like you're going to have to retreat
now. Either that or everyone here dies a massively horrible death at my
hands. *The Emperor raises his hands forward about to release the furyof
Force lightning on the tank.* I wouldn't suggest that you start your fireworks
just yet. *TDK pulls the end of the torpedo up beside him.* Wouldn't want
me to start my display ahead of schedule now wooould you?
TDK
- Wednesday,
August 11, 1999 at 13:07:51 (MDT)
*Mental Note: Once this war is over, convince surviving characters
to wage a holy war against the Typo Deamon.*
TDK
- Wednesday,
August 11, 1999 at 13:18:09 (MDT)
Officer : Sir! The Emperor has sent a large group of fighters to
take care of the Panchik! Cyborg Stan : I know. Send our fighters to engage.
Have they charged up the swarm drones? Officer : Yes, it appears a slight
misalignment was responsible. It is now fixed. Cyborg Stan : Excellent.....
you may fire when ready. *The BZ Cannon fires again, destroying yet another
ship.*
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc.
- Wednesday,
August 11, 1999 at 13:20:48 (MDT)
*18 Yah'Noik vessels zoom in from Q-W-F Space, their speed still
going fast as they come out they zoom toward the battle at Earth as fast
as they can*
Commodore
Yah'Noik <<----
some tune called DragFlit (?)>
- Wednesday,
August 11, 1999 at 14:27:17 (MDT)
*On board the Dark Pea* Hmmm, no report from the spearhead fleet....
*opens up a channel to the Chief Xanarious* Sire, we have still recived
no word from the spearhead fleet, I thi.... *Chief Xanarious seems angry,
his eyes briefly flash red "I do NOT trust the Emperor, Field Marshal.
I want you to remain on high alert, and take us out of firing range of
the Emperors ships, slowly..."*
Field
Marshal Xanarious <<----
Some tune called Serpents>
- Wednesday,
August 11, 1999 at 14:58:27 (MDT)
Zapper's stricken craft is now safely inside the Solitary Vulcan's
cloaked ship. Looking at his main viewscreen, the Vulcan notices that orbital
space has gotten rather crowded: big, ugly Imperial ships of all shapes
and sizes. This elicts a raised eyebrow and the predictable word: "Facinating."
Looking at all that jagged metal, he ponders the lack of pride this culture
take in their ships. "The Ferengi could make a bundle selling these people
paint!", he muses, "since they don't appear to have any.". While his natutal
instinct is to make a detailed inspection so as to settle once and for
all the question of how many guns an ISD has, caution prevails, and he
pilots his invisible ship out towards the Moon's orbit so as to avoid the
chance of collisions with any of the massed fleet. (Already a few TIE's
have crashed to their deaths against the impenetrable Vulcan shields, and
sooner or later someone might wonder what they are all colliding with.)
Scottty
<[email protected]>
- Wednesday,
August 11, 1999 at 15:05:58 (MDT)
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