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*to TDK in the tank* Who are you? *"Who I am is not important, the
fact that I am holding you hostage IS important however. Call off your
attack and leave before we destroy your entire fleet and you along with
it." said TDK, clarifying his point by loading a shell into the cannon.*
Hey! That's my line! You're reading the script wrong! *"What're you talking
about?" He pulles out a thick script book. "Look, it says right here 'TDK:
Who I am is not important.... etc, etc.'"* Well, then thank you for answering
my question, TDK. *"Do'h!"* And if you hadn't destroyed my viewscreen in
your entrance you would be able to see that it is in fact YOU who is being
held hostage along with Admiral Jadesfire here. *holds up the green jar*
Even as we speak my fleet is bombarding your world. There is no resistance
left to speak of, and in a short while the entire surface of Earth will
be nothing more than molten slag.
The Emperor
- Wednesday,
August 11, 1999 at 15:49:38 (MDT)
*Reaching out with his mind, Cyborg Stan detects a delusional trekkie
with plastic pointy ears. He wastes a second wondering why the guy doesn't
know why paint doesn't work in space, and resists the urge to hang Starfleet
vessels on the nearest Christmas Tree.*
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc.
- Wednesday,
August 11, 1999 at 16:03:30 (MDT)
Officer : Actually, that was a real Vulcan. Cyborg Stan : Really?
I was just making a joke at Scotty's expense. Officer : Bad idea. *An anvil
drops on Cyborg Stan's head.* Scotty : Baw ha ha ha! Cyborg Stan : Owwww....
okay, I'll stop. For now.
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc.
- Wednesday,
August 11, 1999 at 16:07:04 (MDT)
Panchik fleet, engaging from a distance and launching their deadly
toilet seats, cause the spearhead fleet to do a tactical withrawal. With
a sudden surge of acceleration, they vanish into hyperspace. Losing their
targets, the Panchiks mill about wondering what to do.. when all of the
sudden the entire spearhead armada drops from hyperspace directly among
them. At point-blank range, the capships open fire with all guns. This
close, the HVTS long range advantage has been negated, and their relatively
longer reloading time and the need to turn the entire craft to aim them
becomes a glaring disadvantage. One by one, the armed merchant vessels
become targets of massed bombardment, their light armor overwhelmed by
a rain of canon blasts. Not being warriors, some of them attempt to break
free and put some distance between them and the foe. Others begin turning
their vessels to target the enemy with their dreaded HVTS canons.. and
find they cannot do either. The entire Panchik fleet has been caught in
a web of tractor beams, guided one by one into a moving killing field of
canon blasts. The entire formation, interlinked like a spiderweb, shudders
back and forth, rippling with strain as the different elements of the Panchik
fleet attempt to break free. Opening up with their less effective light
weapons, they attempt to fight back, with limited effectiveness.
The Emperor
<Never
Send A Merchant To Do A Warrior's Job>
- Wednesday,
August 11, 1999 at 16:42:06 (MDT)
*Joining the battle the Yah'Noik zoom past the Panchik arrowhead
formation and zig zag among the Emperors ships firing and hitting nearly
every time while skillfully evading almost every shot sent their way, the
Emperors advance fleet now looks in a worse for wear situation with Cylons,
HVICs, Panchik HVTSCs, Cyborg fighters and Yah'Noik all defending the mother
plannet they begin to see the futility of the battle and try to move back
to the main fleet.....* After them ships dont let them get away! *suddenly
the Panchik/Yah'Noik fleet moves after them. While the Yah'Noik launch
fighters and evade and shoot, the Panchik continue to fire toilet seats
at ridiculous speeds cutting holes filled with fire in each of their ships.
Despite the skill of the Yah'Noik pilots they lose 2 of their cruisers
finishing off the Emperors advance fleet*
Commodore
Yah'Noik <<------
Bucsden, these are from Ultima Online by the way....>
- Wednesday,
August 11, 1999 at 16:52:12 (MDT)
*inside the green globe looking _very_ pissed* *chipmunk voice*
It's only a hostage situation when people actually car....Hey, what happened
to my voice?!....." *thoughtful pause* You're going to die slowly and painfully
for this when I get out of here...
<Green
Lava-lamp of Doom!>
- Wednesday,
August 11, 1999 at 17:00:45 (MDT)
TDK turns the turret... and fires! With a deafening roar in the
enclosed throne room and a roiling blast of smoke, the scene becomes obscured.
As the highly efficient ventilation system clears the room, there is heard
a deep, booming laugh. The emperor still stands in the same place. Hovering
before him encased in a spherical force-bubble, stopped dead in midair,
is the 120mm armor piercing shell from the tank. With a flick of his wrist,
the shell detonates harmlessly within, then the hot gas released in the
direction of TDK. The tank rocks on its threads from the delayed blast
wave. TDK, tossed off the top hatch with his face covered in black soot,
bares Klingon teeth (badly in need of dental work) in a ferocious snarl.
With a shudder, he watches the tank's main turret tie itself into a pretzel
and the tank lifted and placed on a high ledge. No more guns, canons or
bombs, it is now.. man to man...
The Emperor
<Go Ahead Bub, Make My Day>
- Wednesday,
August 11, 1999 at 17:08:40 (MDT)
*Spiders crawl out of the tank by the dozen. Then gather together
and start build a vertical recangle on top of the tank. The all activate
their holo projectors simultaneously and display an image of the battle
outside. Several starships are being decimated on both sides of the battle
and in the distance, Earth floats gently, still untouched by the invaders'
weaponry.* Well, lookee what we have here. Quite an interesting battle
if you ask me. Looks like the tide is turning against you, you came in
here with how many ships? A thousand? Two thousand? Well it looks like
we've reduced you down to a mere...*counts the ships in the image* ...one
hundred, seventeen. And look at that bright blue marble out there, that
couldn't be Earth could it? Now hand over Jades and leave.
TDK
- Wednesday,
August 11, 1999 at 17:12:15 (MDT)
WAIT!!! YOU GUYS POSTED WHILE I WAS TYPING!!
TDK
- Wednesday,
August 11, 1999 at 17:12:42 (MDT)
{Author's note: going with the first post, not mine} Alright, you
wanna do this the hard way? Bring it on! *Dk'tagh now drawn, raises the
blade and hits a button on the hilt. The two side blades of the traditional
Klingon knife spring out.*
TDK
- Wednesday,
August 11, 1999 at 17:16:50 (MDT)
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