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'To all Trespassers! Stand down and prepare to be boarded! You are
in violation of Imperial territorial space. This will be considered as
an act of war unless you cooperate. Repeat, stand down or be destroyed.'
Imperial
Fast Reaction Force
- Thursday,
September 02, 1999 at 02:48:57 (MDT)
*Q`res walks into the party* Hey all, got a surprise for ya.....
Bring it in boys!! *4 Cylons carry in a massive Barbeque and several pounds
of Zerg meat, they are followed by two more cylons in "Kiss the Chef" aprons
and chef's hats* Eat up!!
Q`res
<[email protected]>
- Thursday,
September 02, 1999 at 03:27:51 (MDT)
As the Green Alert sounded in the background, Admiral Skarak of
the Vulcan Defense Force reacted to the Imperials' demand with a characteristic
raised eyebrow. "Idiotic!" he muttered under his breath, "How did those
red-blooded primates ever invent space travel, with that kind of attitude?".
Ordering a channel to be opened, he replied: "Attention Imperial vessels:
your request is denied, and your threats are illogical. Considering your
actions, a declaration of war on _our_ part would be superfluous. We warn
you that if you do not release the warship your agents have stolen, we
will destroy it remotely. We estimate the outcome of battle as having a
97.54% probability of being in our favour. The logical course of action
for you, therefore, is to withdraw. Comply, and we shall not escalate this
further." Meanwhile, the well-trained crew of the Vulcan flagship programmed
the phaser arrays for a rapid point-defence-mode destruction of the lead
ISD's main armament.
Scottty
<[email protected]>
- Thursday,
September 02, 1999 at 03:36:35 (MDT)
...Several
of the peices of meat take on a silver sheen, and start to wiggle on the
grill, instead of the tang of cooking meat, everyone smells the scent of
heated metal. After a few moments, several of the pieces of meat seem to
melt, and run together in a big gooey mess on the BBQ grill. Around this
time, someone remembers that parts of Darva's ship masquraded as Zerglings,
and what apparently happened....
Dead Zergling.....
or was it?
- Thursday,
September 02, 1999 at 03:39:56 (MDT)
Within the disabled Renegade, all is in silence. In the engineering
section, a dull gray rectangular box continues to hum... cut off from the
ship's systems, the box can no longer contact Leroy. It counts down.. and
with the click of a relay, an Imperial issue thermal detonator explodes
next to the Renegade's antimatter containment tanks. In a gigantic explosion,
the Renegade becomes an antimatter bomb that severely damages the 3 dreadnoughts
holding it in tractor beams, and buffets the 2 ISDs now facing the Vulcan
fleet.
Leroy
- Thursday,
September 02, 1999 at 03:44:45 (MDT)
Taken by surprise at the "_Renegade's_" sudden destruction, Skarak
turned to his first officer, and instructed him to find out who sent the
detonation code without being ordered to. Turning back to the situation
at hand, he asked his crew: "Status of the Imperial vessels?" "The three
smaller ships have sustained substantial damage, and one of them appears
to have lost manouver power. The ISD's have lost most of their shields,
and have taken superficial damage. All 5 ships still have life-support
though, and none appear to be in danger of reactor containment failure."
came back the reply from one of the Ensigns at Tactical. "Casualties?"
"Hard to determine, sir. The aftereffects of that explosion are impeding
our abilty to scan for lifesigns on those ships. " "Hail them." ordered
Skarak. "We should offer them medical assistance". "No response, sir -wait,
incoming signal, audio only - they've requested that we go to 'Hell', sir.
I've asked them to transmit navigational co-ordinates." "Never mind, Ensign.
Helm, set course back to the Terran system. Low speed." As the Vulcan ships
went to warp, leaving the still sticken Imp vessels far behind, the Admiral
rose from the command chair. "Ship is under control till we reach our destination."
he said to the vessel's Captain. "I shall be meditating in my quarters.
Contact with such irrational beings is.. unsettling to me."
Scottty
<[email protected]>
- Thursday,
September 02, 1999 at 04:44:59 (MDT)
Meanwhile the 3 Vulcan rear-guard ships form a cordon, blocking
the path of a certain stolen BoP and an unidentified odd looking ship.
Automatic safeties cutting in, the BoP drops out of warp, facing the blockade.
Narrator
- Thursday,
September 02, 1999 at 05:26:45 (MDT)
One of the few pieces of useful data that Mel managed to scrounge
from the BoP's databanks were schematics and instructions on a device called
the 'Transporter'. Matter transmission, essentially, the principle was
know to Infinity, but no one was insane enough to actually test it on living
beings... Still, all reservations aside, it would be his salvation in getting
out of this squalid hellhole. Finding the chamber unoccupied, Mel entered
the transport coordinates of the Far Star, set to activate on his stepping
on the pad. Setting a timed distraction to aid escape, he walked to the
transporter pad. Suddenly, the lights dimmed and Duker walked into the
room. 'AHA! I knew you weren't TDK. You've been acting funny ever since
the party. So, what are you, a surviving Zerg? No matter, I'll vaporize
you before you try anything.' Something in Mel's mind snapped then, then
his TDK disguise fell away, morphing into... Clint Eastwood, complete with
six shooters and a Western style long coat and wide brim hat. Wiggling
his fingers at his hips, with a sneer on his face, he said, out of character
'Feelin' lucky, punk?', then, with inhuman speed, unloaded both guns into
Duker, nothing fatal, of course, as this is a family 'board', but enough
to incapacitate him and alert the crew. Snapping out of it, Mel jumped
on the pad, still as Eastwood, and beamed to the Far Star...
Infinitech
- Thursday,
September 02, 1999 at 08:24:43 (MDT)
With a raised eyebrow, Elisia watched as Mel materialized on the
rear deck of the Far Star, dressed in the most outlandish outfit she'd
ever seen. Once free of the field, Mel immediately went to the regeneration
alcove and plugged himself in. Odd... 'Elisia,' came Mel's voice from the
back, 'I must shut myself down for a full diagnostic. Apparently I've been
infected with several computer worms and evolvons that are disrupting my
systems. Please ensure that I do not have write capabilites to the main
system please... Thank you.' And, without explanation, he shut down. 'Okayyyy',
thought Elisia. Now I have to deal with these ships. Intership commmunications
indicate that they were Vulcan Police ships, come to take both the BoP
and the Far Star into custody. The Vulcan's were obviously interested in
her ship, as she had thwarted several, not so subtle attempts to scan clandestinely.
Well, they could keep on guessing. Since there were only three vessels,
it was an easy matter to plot a course around them, especially as her vessel
was small and much more maneuverable, however, she had other ideas. Hailing
the Vulcan ships, she stated simply 'We surrender...'
Bonzo
the Fifth
- Thursday,
September 02, 1999 at 08:31:56 (MDT)
*Still half-asleep....* Wha.. Oh, my ship... Jsut kill'm. Tank's
in transp (BUrp) orter room two.....
TDK
- Thursday,
September 02, 1999 at 10:24:37 (MDT)
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