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Mourn
- Wednesday,
August 11, 1999 at 18:10:28 (MDT)
Mourns cleaver peice of propagander helps raise the spirits of the
Alliance and down that of the Emperors forces, for his actions he gets
a medal....
Narrator
(with a woodlouse accent)
- Wednesday,
August 11, 1999 at 18:16:58 (MDT)
The armada, with massively reinforced tractor locks on the Panchik
vessels, are jerked into Q.W.F. Space! The Panchik vessels, unable to withstand
the strain of dragging such a massive load, revert back to realspace past
the Earth's moon. Still in formation about them, the armada seems intact.
Then, one, then another explodes. Empire ships were never designed for
Q.T.F. travel, and they sustain massive damage to their onboard systems.
The tractor locks flicker.. then vanish. Much weaker now, they attempt
to contine the bombardment. Several of the armada ships can be seen with
inactive drives, and another erupts into flames...
The Emperor
- Wednesday,
August 11, 1999 at 18:20:54 (MDT)
With the advancing main fleet on one side, and the SSD on the other,
the Interdictor is trapped! His Dreadnought, having detached from the Interdictor
and following behind to help protect it from the main fleet, suddenly finds
that the enemy is to his rear! Turning in desperation, he can only look
in horror as the SSD's first shots pound onto the Interdictor's top deck.
A dreadnought, no matter how modified, can't stand up to an Executor class!
In desperation, Darva activates his Last Ten Minutes of Luck. In the Dreadnought,
all systems flicker and power down, the engines go quiet, the shields collapse
and vanish. The massive power drain builds up... and is unleashed as a
cone of Lurker Space! TOO LATE!!! The Interdictor, attempting to do evasive
maneuvers against the pummeling, has moved into the field of fire! In a
sickening lurch, both the SSD and the Interdictor vanish from view. Projected
into Lurker Space in a temporary bubble which will last 10 minutes before
reversion. "DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! The Lurker Council never told
me my Last Ten Minutes of Luck will be because I will not have ten more
minutes to live..."
Darva
(Lurker Extrodinaire)
- Wednesday,
August 11, 1999 at 18:22:26 (MDT)
Quick, all power to impulse engines! Get us outa here! *quickly
the surviving ships fly past the dazed Imp war vessels and make their way
back to earth. As they do this Yah'Noik vessels zip into battle to finish
off the damaged ships....*
Vice Admiral
Panchik
- Wednesday,
August 11, 1999 at 18:26:10 (MDT)
In the throne room, klaxons blare and the overhead speaker bursts
forth: "Alert! Alert! The Interdiction Field is DOWN! Repeat, the Interdiction
Field is DOWN! All craft immediate hyperjump to Earth orbit as per the
Emperor's standing orders!" Barely has the alert sounded, when, with a
sudden lurch, the flagship Iron Fist makes the jump. The Emperor, still
struggling to reaquire mental control of the vanished SSD, is cought unprepared.
Losing his balance, his lightsabre clatters to the deck as he used both
hands to prevent the Green Lava-lamp of Doom from crashing to the floor.
Seeing this opening, TDK charges!!
The Emperor
- Wednesday,
August 11, 1999 at 18:29:46 (MDT)
*Comming out of Q-W-F Space the Yah'Noik ships take the Imp ships
even more by suprise, they can barely move let alone shoot and a massacre
is quick to fall apon them...*
Commodore
Yah'Noik
- Wednesday,
August 11, 1999 at 18:30:57 (MDT)
Quick, power up the Q-W-F Drives and head for Earth!, the interdiction
field is down! *The Blue Pea and the fleet phase different colours and
make their way toward Earth...*
Field
Marshal Woodlouse
- Wednesday,
August 11, 1999 at 18:34:25 (MDT)
The Admiral, too upset to maintain even a pretense of her usual
form, yet still, to her extreme annoyance, maintaining the chip-and-dale-esque
voice, shrieks incoherently. "You're going to pay for this, I promise......"
the threatening trail off is shown to be completely ineffective in the
high register.
- Wednesday,
August 11, 1999 at 18:34:30 (MDT)
The fleet arrives in high orbit, and commences bombardment. Like
an explosion, the sphere spreads wide and begins unleashing devastating
firepower down onto the Earth. Canada, then Australia begins to turn an
angry red as the massed orbital bombardment stitches it's way across the
globe. The overwhelming fighter swarm zip through near-orbit space and
obliterates the remaining orbital defenses. The Mir gets shot out of orbit
and has a fiery re-entry, impacting and obliterating Paris. On all channels,
the Emperor commands: "Base Delta Zero. I want the planetary surface turned
to molten SLAG! NOW!!"
The Emperor
- Wednesday,
August 11, 1999 at 18:39:01 (MDT)
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