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Cyborg Stan : Open a channel to the _Halbred_. _Halbred_, do you
copy? Evacuate all personal from the forward sections, and drop forward
shields and integrity fields on my mark. (To helm) Evaucate the remaining
rear portions! Turn off any remaining rear shields! (To _Halbred_)... Okay.....
MARK! Okay, now ram our backside! *Both ships shudder as the two once-might
ships crash into each other.... and with the now damaged _Slicer_ shunting
powers to repairs, metallic, snakelike cables lance out and grab.... the
damaged front sections of the _Halbred_. Seeing the strategy, the crew
of the _Halbred_ does likewise. As the grab on and tighten, the ships straighten
out and align themselves like a doctor setting a fracture. Soon, the two
ships are one.....* Cyborg Stan : See if you can tractor and set some hull
plates from the debris of the Woodlice ships. It isn't ideal, but their
self-healing capabilty should help seal up the exposed areas quickly. Helm
: Aye aye, sir! Cyborg Stan : I christen this the _Lord Amoung Drakes_.......
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc.
- Thursday,
August 12, 1999 at 02:00:38 (MDT)
...With repairs going on constantly around him, glad this isn't
a federation craft so they don't have to repair all the needlessly blown
consoles. After a few seconds, Lurkerdrive comes back up, then sensors.
Darva barks out quick orders, and the Atypical Malfuntion dissapears from
posterspace, reapearing far enough away from the Iron Fist that the odd
composition of the hull will protect them from any incidental scans. Within
moments, Darva is once more in the bowels of the ship, checking over his
last 10 minutes of luck, needing to get it back in to shape to fire very
soon... C'mon.... C'mon... I need Main Character Syndrome... Every bit
of luck would help...
Darva
(Lurker Extrodinare)
- Thursday,
August 12, 1999 at 02:05:33 (MDT)
Halting his futile catch-up to the dissapearing tank, the Emperor,
shaking with weakness from the reopened wounds still seeping blood, stands..
and concentrates. Within the tank, the Lava-lamp of Doom twitches, then
rises into the air and exits out the top hatch, evading TDK's frantic grabbing
just as the tank dashes out of the fighter bay and tumbles into space..
In a blur of speed, the lamp slaps into the Emperor's outstretched hand.
With maniacal laughter, he reasserts his psychic link via the lamp to Jadesfire's
rigid body in the Insufficiently_Reluctant. And commands that the SSD hyperjump
to his side.
The Emperor
- Thursday,
August 12, 1999 at 02:08:22 (MDT)
With nerves of steel (or copper), the Cylons 'manning' the HVIC
batteries continue to pour forth their devastating barrage of high velocity
idiots into orbit even when under constant attack by the Empire's fighters.
This "Arclight" tactic, made famous in Korea and Nam, uses saturation artillery
bombardment against an advancing skirmish line. One's own troops will suffer
casualties from the barrage, but the damage inflicted against the enemy
could be decisive. In this case, it was. Caught between high velocity toilet
seats raining on them from above, and high velocity idiots shooting up
at them from the planet below, the Empire's capships climb at maximum boost
out of the planet's gravitational influence while under constant harrassment
from the defending forces. With a third of their forces in rebellion (Xanarius)
and almost half of the remainder destroyed with the rest in various degrees
of damage, they withraw from the field of battle. Pulling out in groups,
they retreat from the kill-zone above the equator and hyperjumps to regroup
at L5.
The Emperor
- Thursday,
August 12, 1999 at 02:10:11 (MDT)
Reader #1 : That Cyborg Dude was always a little verbose. I mean,
the _Lord Amoung Drakes_? Reader #2 : Yeah, I always thought that he SUCKED.
Why couldn't he call it _Drakelord_, or something? Cyborg Stan : That sounds
fine. *He then uses a chainsaw to cut off the two readers' heads, and escapes
on the Shopping Cart of DOOM!*
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc. <And
now for something totally different!>
- Thursday,
August 12, 1999 at 02:13:48 (MDT)
...From his seat deep in the ship, the little display screen shows
TDK tumbling out of the Iron Fist just as he completes the recalibrations
to his last 10 minutes of luck. He manualy targets the thing, then grinning,
he slaps on the fire button. Expecting to see the Iron Fist dissapear from
real space, he blinks, his jaw nearly falling from his face as BOTH SSD's
dissapear Softly cursing under his breath, that he doesn't even know is
an echo of the emperor's much louder cursing as the conversion of the Iron
Fist to lurkerspace causes the ship to rumble, and odd feelings to fizzle
through his force tuned mind at a very inoportune time, and the lamp shudders
in his grasp, then falls to the floor of the SSD, shattering into miniscule
shards, and releasing one very pissed off JadesFire...
Darva
(Lurker Extrodinare)
- Thursday,
August 12, 1999 at 02:19:10 (MDT)
With Jadesfire released from the psionic emprisonment, her conciousness
instantaneously reverts to her body aboard the Insufficiently_Reluctant.
Shooting up from her seat in all of the sudden, she causes half her bridge
crew to faint in terror. With a feral howl heard throughout the ship, she
let it be known that Admiral Jadesfire, Mistress of The Sith has returned!!
Then, with cold fury, she commands her ship to unleash a full assault on
the Iron Fist. Her remaining crew, now completely befuddled, give up trying
to figure out what their obviously deraged admiral is doing, and quickly
turn to go about accomplishing her orders posthaste. Nothing like the fear
of force-induced disembowelment to get a large crew to work at feverish
speed and ZERO backtalk...
Narrator
- Thursday,
August 12, 1999 at 02:29:24 (MDT)
The Emperor, finding himself without his prize catch, is suddenly
thrown to the deck. The Fist has been hit by a full broadside from the
Reluctant. Then, on an almost unimaginable scale, the two humongous ships
unleash fire upon each other at point blank range. Like a slow-motion ballet,
both ships jockey for positional advantage. Canon blasts trade back and
forth, portions of shield are overwhelmed and superstructure gets blown
off and vaporized. The Reluctant, weakened by the ID4 impact damage as
well as that sustained in attempting to breach the defensive spherical
formation just a few days ago (was it just a few days ago? it seemed like
a lifetime...ahem...) gets the harder part of the bargain.
The Emperor
- Thursday,
August 12, 1999 at 02:42:44 (MDT)
With a sudden lurch, both ships revert to realspace. It does't matter
a whit, as they continue pounding on each other like there is no tomorrow.
The Insufficiently_Reluctant reels from the onslaught, her shields about
to collapse. All of a sudden, the Iron Fist rocks from internal explosions.
TDK, watching (and getting horribly dizzy) from the tumbling tank, bares
a fearsome Klingon smile. His photorp has detonated. The Fist stagges like
a drunk in an skating rink, veering out of control.
Narrator
- Thursday,
August 12, 1999 at 03:03:51 (MDT)
... Seeing the Iron Fist return to Posterspace, he opens full salvos
of all their weapons towards the emperors ship. Not that It means too much
to the huge vessel, even in it's weakened state, but the Atypical Malfunction
continues to pound the ship with everything it has. His ship presses in
closer, taking hits from the Iron Fist to help shield the Insufficently
Reluctant...
Darva
(Lurker Extrodinare)
- Thursday,
August 12, 1999 at 03:15:58 (MDT)
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