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*A mixed fleet of 36 Yah'Noik, Arjini and refitted Panchik ships
comes out of QWF into the Zahh'Nothi world of "Honour Star", they begin
to launch fighters and send a message to the Zahh'Nothi AdminBase* This
is Admiral Yah'Noik, in the name of the Woodlouseian Imperium, we ask you
to.... *The Admiral gulps and continues* We ask you to surrender. *The
AdminBase responds "What? Are you mad?! Your fighting for our deadly enemys!!"*
We have no choice, they have our leaders wired up ready to blow! We just
ask that you surrender... or fight us and kill us. *The AdminBase fires
first, after a short period of bombardment destroys a Panchik ship, the
allied fleet moves slowly and reluctantly returns fire... after a long
period of battle the allied fleet takes control* God forgive us for this....
God forgive us.....
Admiral
Oop'Gou Yah'Noik
- Wednesday,
October 06, 1999 at 03:11:48 (MDT)
Stepping into the _Illustrious Shadow_ for the first time, Cyborg
eyed the cool, spartan interior. It was clearly not designed for comfort,
and definately not human comfort. This was fine for Cyborg. He was not
looking for a luxury liner. Walking over to the captain, he gave out the
coordinates that he acquired. As he walked over to an empty spot, he can
already hear the QWF drives powering up. Curling up into a ball (Cyborg
cannot sit cross-legged due to his metal lower legs), he began meditating.....
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc.
- Wednesday,
October 06, 1999 at 14:30:53 (MDT)
Suddenly, emerging at high speed from out of the ecliptic, a taskforce
of 25 ISDs approach to within 6 planetary diameters of the Zahh'Nothi world
of Honour Star. On all channels: "Zahh'Nothi, Invaders, this is the 1098th
Empire Fleet under Captain Andropov. Our listening posts have picked up
your request for assistance. We know this current battle is *not* desired
by either of you. We offer you an alliance against our mutual enemy, the
traitorous Xanarious. Cease fire immediately and accept the Protection
of Allies against our mutual foe, or be considered a Xanarious world and
face obliteration. We respectfully await your decision. You have one day."
The Empire
- Wednesday,
October 06, 1999 at 16:59:38 (MDT)
*Sitting in the command section of the AdminBase, the administrator
sees the worried looking Yah'Noik commanders pondering their options. However,
the Baron decides to make the decision himself...* This is Baron Urgoth
Zahh'Nothi, administrator of the orbital station and this system. We gladly
accept your offer of assistance!! *Suddenly a load of Yah'Noik officers
turn, wide eyed toward the Baron...*
Baron
Urgoth Zahh'Nothi
- Wednesday,
October 06, 1999 at 17:26:44 (MDT)
*Suddenly worried about the new turn of events, the Admiral sees
no choice but to fight... but fight slowly and easy to capture...* It doesent
rain, but it pours! *The Admiral comments unhappily*
Admiral
Oop'Gou Yah'Noik
- Wednesday,
October 06, 1999 at 17:30:04 (MDT)
The 1098th pulls back from the planet, pursued by the mixed Yah'Noik,
Panchick and Arjinni ships. From the way they were fighting, it was obviously
for 'official reasons'. When the Adminbase was safely out of the target
zone, the ISDs open fire. With ion cannons. Just as the first barrage arrives
on target, the ISDs microjump simultaneously. Reappearing in an instant
among the disabled Invader fleet, they lock on tractors and 'capture' them.
On a secure channel: "Admiral Oop'Gou, I offer you the lives of your crew.
Officially, they have been captured by the Empire and are prisoners of
war. Unofficially... Care for a cup of tea? We carry excellent New Leningrad
Black in stock..."
The Empire
- Wednesday,
October 06, 1999 at 17:49:00 (MDT)
*With a faint smile the Admiral looks around at the bridge, electrical
discharge can be seen comming out of many consoles, so he grabs his personal
communicator from within his carapiece...* This is Admiral Oop'Gou Yah'Noik
on behalf of the...yadda yadda.... yes, we surender. I like my tea milky
by the way... *The crew seem relived to be no longer forced into doing
the work of the Xanarious and laugh at the Admirals words*
Admiral
Oop'Gou Yah'Noik
- Wednesday,
October 06, 1999 at 17:55:55 (MDT)
As the situation stabilizes, Admiral Alexei's flagship Obsidian
Claw, till then outsystem but keeping close tabs on the events, hypers
in. Soon, the various admirals get together in the main conference room
to talk strategy, remince about old times, past battles and commend each
other on their resourcefulness and tactics. The Woodlice were introduced
to Stolichnaya Vodka, and the Empire was given it's first taste of... KFC.
Things look very promising for not only a good alliance, but also a lucrative
trade agreement...
The Empire
- Wednesday,
October 06, 1999 at 18:13:41 (MDT)
*The new Imperator sits happily on his newly contructed throne in
the Council chamber. He starts eating a salad and the few woodlice sitting
in the seats below him look at him with disgust as he forsakes the national
food of the woodlice... KFC. Then Lord Xanarious enters the room with a
worried look on his face* Ah, my good friend Vortof! Come, share my salad!
*Vortof moves directly in front of the throne, he bows and speaks "Your
Imperial Highness, I have sour news to report" The Imperator begins to
frown and Vortof continues "I'm affraid that the force we sent to Honour
Star has been overcome..."* WHAT!? The force we sent was easily able to
overcome their defences! *"Well, we did get a report saying that they had
succeded, but they said that ships identified as working for the Galactic
Empire entered the region, but after that communication was jammed"* Hmmm,
the Empire is assiting the resistance is it? They shall pay for their crimes!!
*"But sire, we dont have a powerful enough force in the nearby region to
bring to bear on them, if we relocate other forces our conquest will be
set back and other fronts could be weakened too much!"* Yes.... but we
do have independant Xanarious fleets... however we shall not be using them
right now, first we shall make sure that the Vulcans join us, they are
at war with the Empire the same as us, an alliance should be easy to achive!
In the meantime, make sure a considerable fleet is ready... *"As you command
sire." As Vortof leaves the Imperator begins to continue eating salad and
cackles periodically at the disgust of the woodlice assembled in the sections
in front of him*
Imperator
Zinnithi Xanarious (formaly Chief)
- Thursday,
October 07, 1999 at 06:24:17 (MDT)
*The shuttle Stuffy stole zooms along.... Stuffy sights the Interdictor,
seemingly lifeless as its crew are presently busy running around screaming
or sat in silent terror* Well, it looks like my stop! Hmmm, I wonder how
I dock this thing... *Stuffy spots an open hanger and directs the shuttle
toward it, spinning around repeatedly and doing fancy loops as she does
so...* WAYHEY! This is fuuuun! Like totaly! *The shuttle makes its way
into the Interdictor and stops suddenly as it bangs into the end wall of
the ship, Stuffy leaps out of a hole made in the side of the ship and sings
some tune* LaaDeeLaa! Dumdeedledum! *With a huge grin Stuffy makes her
way around the corridors of the ship, as the shuttle explodes behind her...
She giggles at the destruction toward her rear.*
Stuffy
the Vampider Hunter
- Thursday,
October 07, 1999 at 06:33:52 (MDT)
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