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With the forced tactical retreat of the Emperor's fleet, humanity
is safe for the moment. This might not continue despite the best efforts
otherwise however. Earth is still suffering from the effects of the bombardment,
with the atmosphere dirty from the exchange and Austrilia the home of a
volcano. While the Emperor is currently serving as Cyborg Stan's coat hangar/lawn
ornament, the rest of the Imperial Fleet is still out there, hiding someplace.
As for Cyborg's fleet, it is in the process of recieving some badly needly
repairs and upgrades at the mobile platform, _Outlyer Base_. Jadesfire's
ship, the _Insuffiently Relucant_, is also getting completely refitted
in a most bizaare manner. The Lurker known as Darva is now trying to contact
Jadesfire. With his ship hijacked by the human protector Leroy, the S'Tranak
is left without a capable vessel. Even now, his superior mind is already
formulating a plan to aquire one. The being Zapper, thought and left for
dead at the first heated moments of battle, is slowly leaking from his
mirrored egg inside the hijacked vessel. The hijacker Leroy now has use
of the Genesis Device, and plans to make a new haven for Homo Sapiens,
but with a potenial threat to the Sol System, has stayed around the area
and hid. Still more to come....
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc. <Isuck at recaps.>
- Friday,
August 20, 1999 at 23:02:39 (MDT)
*Duker docks his ship, the USS Instigator crew of 864, at the Outlyer
base, and orders his crew to assist in the repaires to Cyborg's fleet.*
Duker
- Saturday,
August 21, 1999 at 01:31:03 (MDT)
Having left a cold, dead trail out to nowhere, Leroy returns to
Sol system under cloak. Being a Protector is alot of things, but freedom
of choice isn't one of them. With Sol system crawling with powerful, potentially
dangerous aliens, Leroy has no choice but to be within range to observe
and to move in and act quickly if need be. Now, within a large cavern hollowed
out of a 40 mile comet way out in the Oort cloud, he sets up Kobold, his
new cloaked base. Using the phaser banks, he makes several large hollows
and caverns in the comet's rocky core, as well as a camouflaged tunnel
leading out to the surface. Later, he goes to pick up some needed supplies.
With long range passive scanning, he has spotted several derelict Empire
ships blasted out of near Neptune space and now adrift between orbits far
from the planet. Systematically analyzing the available options, he picks
one of the better candidates and latches onto the drifting, scorched hulk.
Teleporting a cloak-field extensor relay (cobbled together from the Vulcan's
spare parts) into it, he causes both ships to dissapear from view. Then,
staggering like a pregnant yak, the Jolly Roger, its salvage in tow, returns
to Kobold. In the following sleepless frenzied days, he 'acquired' 2 more
Empire derelicts, anchoring them deep within phasered-out caverns in the
now-cloaked comet's rocky core.
Leroy
<I Christen Thee Kobold!>
- Saturday,
August 21, 1999 at 02:13:29 (MDT)
A survival-instinct-program is a wonderful thing. Except that it's
fairly dumb. The Class5b Scavengers were careless, and had 'harvested'
too much graphite insulation from a nearby plasma conduit running under
the cargo hold deck-plates. With the Jolly Roger straining its systems
in yet another salvage operation, the power flow to the tractor beam generator
increased to critical levels. Just as Leroy's latest 'catch' was being
positioned in its hole, the weakened insulation gave way. With the sound
of a hand grenade, the plasma conduit exploded at that point, blowing the
deck plate clear off and vaporizing most of the Class5 Scavenger 'nest'.
Immediately, the ship's automated fire extinguishers and power cutoff mechanisms
contained the damage. Leroy, supervising the positioning via a gimmicked
tricorder while outside wearing a space suit, was nearly crushed when the
salvaged ISD slammed into its position instead of gently stopping. Rushing
back to the Jolly Roger, he immediately checks the damage and enters the
cargo deck to investigate. What he sees in the revealed sub-deck chilled
his blood. The support beams had been eaten away like damp wood by termites.
There was even motion barely visible as some of the surviving bugs dashed
about trying to save fellow bugs which were damaged by peripheral plasma
contact. Blurring into motion, he dashes back to the lab, and return almsot
immediately with a flask of liquid nitrogen and a tuning fork. Pouring
the liquid nitrogen around the infestation, carefully avoiding critical
hardware, he freezes them instantly. The air boiling with cold smoke, he
strikes the tuning fork against a wall and brings it close to the frost
encrusted mess. It shatters into snowflakes, leaving the underlying ship
systems intact.
Narrator
- Saturday,
August 21, 1999 at 02:51:42 (MDT)
Knowing that all he has gained is some time, Leroy ditches the Jolly
Roger in a way so as to divert attention, staging his own demise. The Jolly
Roger, now stripped of its cloak, genesis device, and with an erased computer
bank, suddely appears in Earth orbit via QWF drive. Running a preprogrammed
set of actions, it teleports a shielded, modified artificial gravity generator
into the large volcano in Australia. When it activates, a powerful polarized
gravity field encompassing the area is generated, sucking the lava back
into the crack in the crust.. before causing the crustal crack to implode
and seal the volcano for good. The Jolly Roger, still on autopilot, suffers
a deliberate internal explosion that destroys a decoy cloaking device as
well as sprays the interior with the charred remains of a dead human acquired
from one of Leroy's salvage operations. Losing course control, the Vulcan
science vessel slowly veers into a decaying orbit that will bring cause
an uncontrolled atmospheric reentry...
Leroy
- Saturday,
August 21, 1999 at 02:57:41 (MDT)
As the blimp-like ship that was formerly the SSD _Insufficiently
Reluctant_ slid into orbit around the small moon, Jadesfire smiles in a
decidedly disturbing manner. Watching as the ship began to unload its cargo
of essential minerals for the construction of the new base, she looked
at the location she had chosen. It might be an analogy to times with huge
military budgets and humiliating defeats being the rule, but all in all,
she thought it a quite appropriate setting for her new "home".
- Saturday,
August 21, 1999 at 12:30:11 (MDT)
The
only two surviving Class 5 Arbieters (chrome spiders) emerge cautously
from the sub-deck plating. Looking about furtively, they note the alarm
klaxons, the bloody remains splattered on the ship's inner walls, and the
dumb ship's computer counting down the time to atmospheric reentry. Consulting
madly with their spider-net brethren, one rushes off to the ship's navigation
board, but finds the controls smashed into uselessness. At the comm board,
it sees the same thing. In desperation, it cuts a hole into the side and
ducks inside. Grabbing a metal sliver, it begins triggering the subspace
carrier wave on and off, tapping an SOS into the void.. The other spider,
knowing that the ship's antimatter reactor would explode on planetary impact
if they weren't rescued, dashes towards the still stasis-field encased
dark gray egg.. and prepares to rig the cargo hold door's emergency explosive
bolts to detonate. Hopefully, the egg will be partially protected by the
stasis field, and would crashland a sufficient distance away from the ship
so as not to be vaporized by when it's reactor core explodes..
Narrator
- Saturday,
August 21, 1999 at 03:16:48 (MDT)
Mimas, 7th of Saturn's known satellites. Discovered in 1789 by Sir
William Herschel. Orbit: 185,520 km from Saturn. Diameter: 392 km. Mass:
3.80e19 kg. In orbit currently: Modified SSD _Insufficiently Reluctant_.
Jadesfire
- Saturday,
August 21, 1999 at 12:38:25 (MDT)
*After the lazy scanner crew get back from their overly long KFC
break they suddenly spot something... "Sir, erm... we can see something
on the scanners"* Well its about time, what is it? *"Looks like a buggered
ship Sir"* Hmmm, whats it doing? *"It looks as though its crashing Sir"*
Ah, well I suppose we better do something about it then... OK lads, take
us to that ship over there *points at sensor display* and have it tractored
along side us, OK? *"Ay Sir"* Good good... *picks up newspaper and begins
to read*
Field
Marshal Woodlouse
- Saturday,
August 21, 1999 at 14:26:47 (MDT)
Unnoticed as yet, three T'liss watch, cloaked, from a vantage point
in the vicinity of Jupiter. Krhe'Riov Erisai tr'Khnialmnae watches as the
sensors zero in on the moon Mimas. "Rekkhai?" The Krhe'Riov turned. "Ie,
erein?" As the ensign reported ships status, Erisai turned her senses towards
the moonlet where she knew her target was. It was more than honor now.
It was Mnhei'sahe.
- Saturday,
August 21, 1999 at 16:40:16 (MDT)
*Transmission* Officer : ........and that's why we thought it might
concern you sir. Cyborg Stan : I see. Officer : We are sending in one of
our.... Cyborg Stan : No need. I have the feeling this is something I must
check on my own. Officer : Are you sure? Cyborg Stan : Of course. Officer
: Very well. Here are the coordinates. Cyborg Stan : Thank you. *The shuttle
suddenly jumps outsystem.*
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc.
- Saturday,
August 21, 1999 at 20:26:54 (MDT)
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