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*TDK sat in his chair on the bridge of the ghaytanHa', staring at
the tactical sensor view of the area surrounding the ship since it tended
to be more interesting and less nausea inducing than the forward view.
The sensor blip marking Zahhnikki finally showed up and shorty afterward
several other blips from ships in orbit. The computer quickly sorted out
the ones it could see and identified them on screen as mostly Imperial
vessels with some Woodlous vessels in tow. The computer then flashed it's
alert on the screen to point out the existance of the Imperials.* What?
Imps? Quickly! Cloak the ship! *He took a closer look at the readout and
saw the Woodlouse vessels being towed around by various ISDs.* They've
captured the planet! They probably have Cheesybean in prison. Hey, Spider!
Which ship is Cheesybean on? *Orange Spider: "He's on the Obsidian Claw,
but--"* Okay, take us up to the Obsidian Claw then and get the transporters
ready to send me and my tank over there. I'm gonna break him out. *"But
Master TDK! H--"* Just do as a said, and try to get me his coordinates
inside there.
TDK
- Monday,
October 11, 1999 at 17:42:21 (MDT)
*In the City-Ship Tyranus, it is courouesly quiet. With an alert
in place, no one seems to be out doing much, squeching the sleepless atmosphere
of the huge city. Until alarm bells ring within one family's house......*
Ash'is
of the Returners
- Monday,
October 11, 1999 at 21:50:59 (MDT)
Comm : Alert in House Datinos. Scans indicate police forces converging
on the family within. Ash'is : Damn! What for? Comm : Hacking into governmental
archives. Accessing. Family member implicated in high-level crimes. Ash'is
: Crimes? Comm : Affilation with terrorist group. Conspiracy to undermine
the will of the Council. Theft of high-risk property...... Ash'is : Damn,
damn, damn! What the heck am I to do!?
Ash'is
of the Returners
- Monday,
October 11, 1999 at 21:57:13 (MDT)
*Cyborg Stan unfurs himself as the commander of this vessel, Captain
Glasseye turns to inform his passenger on the exit from Q-W-F space. Caught
off guard by his passenger's foreknowledge, but externly completely composed,
he informed him.* Cyborg Stan : Yes, I know all that. Is the cloaking device
ready? Captain Glasseye : Yes. Cyborg Stan : Then get ready to perform
a cautious entry. They have tightly-woven sensor nets, but we should be
fine if we can evade the threads. Captain Glasseye : Sensor nets? Nothing
can get through our cloak. Cyborg Stan : I'm not arguing that right now.
Just put your best pilot in. I'll see if I can sense the threads. Captain
Glasseye : Very well. We should be exiting QWF space...... Now! *The ship
reverts to truespace, full of black and stars. Except for one spot. It's
back to a burning star, a dark flat plate housing billions...... was the
City-Ship Tyranus. Ancient. Big. Hidden. Until now.*
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc.
- Monday,
October 11, 1999 at 22:10:56 (MDT)
Force Five : Force one, we are in position. Do you copy? Force One
: Roger. The net trap is suffering from a malfunction. Requesting orders
from the Commander. Commander : Carry out the mission without the net.
We have more than enough forces to subdue a riot here. Forces : Yes sir.
Commencing....
Tyranus
City Police Force
- Monday,
October 11, 1999 at 22:24:18 (MDT)
Dropping from Warp at the edge of the Zahhnikki system, the cloaked
Vulcan Science Academy ship conducted an extensive scan. Having detected
the large number of Imperial ships from afar, the pilot needed to gain
more understanding of the situation. Deciding that hasty action on his
part would be illogical, he sat back to watch as the faux BoP rushed in
towards the Imperial formations, as if intending an attack on the flagship.
Having trailed his quarry this far, he could afford to be patient. Perhaps
the Empire's forces would do his work for him?
S'Tranak
the Solitary Vulcan <[email protected]>
- Tuesday,
October 12, 1999 at 09:34:15 (MDT)
*The reinforced DoNok Taskforce arrives in the sector command system
of "Paradise". 34 Xanarious cruisers size up against the systems ControlBase
and the sector fleet of 10 cruisers* This is Admiral NoDok Xanar.... *The
Admiral is immediatly cut off as a purple pulse of Maser energy zooms into
a nearby cruiser, thus answering his unspoken request* What the... Ok,
cruisers 1 to 14 attack the CommandBase, I want it safe for our use! All
other cruisers attack the defending fleet, launch all fighters and keep
them close to our cruisers! *Space is suddenly alive with purple blasts,
ships from both sides shake violently from the onslaught. Despite the odds
being against them the House Woodlouse forces fight with a great passion,
concentrating their firepower at one cruiser at a time they systematicaly
make their way through the Xanarious invaders, but to no avail. Their own
cruisers slowly begin to explode, and while the battle rages boarding shuttles
begin to land troops into the ControlBase and eventually it falls into
Xanarious hands, it begins to fire its immense pulses of Maser energy at
the House Woodlouse forces and after a few hours of fighting the system
is finaly under Xanarious control* How many cruisers did we lose? *the
tactical officer responds "I'm affraid we lose well over half of our taskforce,
we only have 14 cruisers left!"* Hmmm, I suppose thats acceptable, especialy
since we now control this system. Send a message to the Field Marshal,
inform him that we now control sector "Paradise" and the system that control
it *"Aye Sir"* And inform him of our losses and ask if he can spare any
more vessels *"Sir, he is on the line now... He tells us that because of
another operation he can spare no ships!" Oh hell... Ok, get any internal
repairs done to our ships and get that ControlBase battleready as soon
as possible. *"Aye Sir"* I hope the Field Marshal knows what he is doing...
Admiral
DoNok Xanarious
- Tuesday,
October 12, 1999 at 13:00:40 (MDT)
*DC dashes through the hallways to the transporter room. If he was
guessing right that would be the first place she would go. And conveniently
enough he DID guess right, because just as he stepped into the room he
saw her trying to lift one of the heavy barrels of bloodwine off the transporter
pad. The fact that it was stacked on top of another one certainly didn't
help her any. DC: "So you thought you could get away did you? We're well
out of range of anything suitable, and this is a rather small ship. Nowhere
to run and nowhere to hide." In a rage she tried to lift the barrel and
toss it at DC but barely managed to knock it over causing DC to laugh even
more. The barrel then fell over her and rolled into DC knocking him back
down on the ground again. Again. Marissa ran.*
TDK
- Tuesday,
October 12, 1999 at 14:51:33 (MDT)
Moving aside when a young Doef'Rini pilot makes towards the seat,
Cyborg Stan ask him a single question. "How well can you adjust to a new
system of display?" "Ummm...... I probably wouldn't have much difficulty."
"Good, because your sensors cannot detect these threads yet. I can barely
detect them as is." *Gulp* "That's okay. I'm going to concentrate on finding
them, you're the pilot, remember?" "Ummmm......." "Turn off all non-esstinal
lights. I want it as dark in here as possible."
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc.
- Tuesday,
October 12, 1999 at 15:04:49 (MDT)
Reaching down, Cyborg Stan gets a small pouch on his belt. Tossing
it between his hands, he then opens it up and shines a bright light within
the bag, and shakes. Waiting about a minute, he turns off the light, and
pours out the dust within. Charged with the radiant energy, they glow on
their own. Closing his eyes and reaching out with his mind, Cyborg senses
the sensor-threads.... while the dust, collases and condenses to form bright
threads against the dark of the ship. The young pilot, staring at the lines
for a brief moment, handles the controls, manuveering the vessel gracefully
between the curves, like a snake searching for food. In the errie quiet,
_Illustrious Shadow_ finally touched down.
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc.
- Tuesday,
October 12, 1999 at 16:20:05 (MDT)
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