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In one last desperate shudder, the crippled Yah'Noik vessel seemed
to fragment. What at first appeared to be scales flaking off the underside
turned out to be tiny escape pods. Like a swarm of fireflies, the tiny
pods, each desperately trying to escape via even tinier blue engine exhaust,
blossoms like sparks in the darkness. It is a futile gesture. One by one,
they are snared by a tractor beams, or if nearing escape, are blasted into
a puff of incandescent vapour by a well aimed TL blast. Crackling through
the jamming, the lead Empire vessel warned the pod occupants that further
attempts to escape will be punished with vaporization. Two more pods try
to escape, and are turned into flaming gaseous examples. The rest, like
a confused milling cloud of flies, are snared one at a time and tractored
to the ISD hangar..
The Empire
- Tuesday,
October 19, 1999 at 08:38:46 (MDT)
*Watching the Yah'Noik ship fail Hurno orders the 20 Xanarious cruisers
to attack. They fly "overhead" blasting with their Maser Cannons, while
Bugfighters begin to engage TIE Fighters. Electrical discharges crackle
accross the surface of the two large warships and parasite missiles begin
to embed themselves into the Imperial armour. Flying past the cruisers
go some heavy Maser blasts from the CommandBase which shake the ISDs noticibily.*
Count
Hurno Yah'Noik
- Tuesday,
October 19, 1999 at 12:11:08 (MDT)
Device: "Vulcan ships detected. Verifying authenticity. Authenticity
confirmed. Initiate cloaning sequence." While still under cloak the device
replicates an exact duplicate of itself. The duplicate engages it's small
thrusters and heads toward Pluto. Original device: Initiate self destruct
sequence. Self destruct in 5......4......3.....2....1.....0." The small
device blows up with a tiny explosian not harming the vulcan probe.
Unidentified
Device
- Tuesday,
October 19, 1999 at 14:07:41 (MDT)
Faced with the overwhelming numerical superiority of the Xanarious
cruisers, the 2 ISDs were forced into the impossible situation of having
to either hold onto their prize and be eliminated, or to fight back and
lose their prize, and *still* get overwhelmed. With shields weakening from
the effects of the parasite mines, they chose the better part of valour.
Calling a retreat, they try to hold the Xanarious off long enough for the
tie fighters to disengage and return. It was too late. By the time they
hyperjumped, the parasite power drain had so weakened them that they reappeared
early, dumping the 2 Empire vessels just half-again further outsystem instead
of lightyears away. Their drives stuttering, it was obvious that the parasite
mines were having a major effect. All of a sudden, the large confused milling
cloud of escape pods, some having dashed towards the Command Base and many
of which were taken onboard the various Xanarious ships, exploded. EMP
bombs. In a blinding flash-bulb burst, the Xanarious fleet was disabled.
The Yah'Noik vessel, powered down and seemingly adrift, suddenly reactivated
it's 'dead' systems. Having it's onboard electronics shut down during the
EMP blast, it was now the only operational ship in the area. The 'damage'
was mere superficial cosmetics and special effects. Opening it's 'mouth',
it launched boarding craft and began to take over the disabled Xanarious
vessels. Meanwhile, simultaneous with the EMP attack, a single ISD appeared
out of hyperspace on the opposite side of Yahnorni from the command base.
Dropping a half dozen landing barges, it then pulled away before the still
partially operational orbiting command base came over the horizon.
The Empire
- Tuesday,
October 19, 1999 at 17:20:21 (MDT)
*As the view of the battle appears things looked rather odd... things
where not right at all in fact.* Why are all the Xanarious ships not doing
anything!?! *the officer by the Counts side looks up with a faint smile
"Er... It looks like they are totaly disabled" he said in a jovial manner*
Disabled?! How on earth did that happen?! *"Looks like some hidden EMP
charge... and THAT Yah'Noik ship doesent look to be on our side" the faint
smile was now a large grin* Bu...bu... this was a smaller force! *"Yeah...
looks like they outwitted you..." and the officer added under his breath
"Not exactly hard in your case..." the officer looked like he was restraining
himself from leaping around with joy by this time* What the hell do we
do?!? *"Dunno really... I'm going for some scones, you want some?"* Nah...
*after the officer was gone for a few minutes the Count suddenly realises
that he just let him leave at a critical moment* DAMMIT! *a sound of faint
giggles comes from down the corridor*
Count
Hurno Yah'Noik
- Tuesday,
October 19, 1999 at 17:48:37 (MDT)
*Sitting without his officer the Count stands up* Ok people, fire
at them! *They all respond "Who?"* Them Imperial thingys! *He says pointing
franticly out the view screen* And call for help... lots of it!
Count
Hurno Yah'Noik
- Tuesday,
October 19, 1999 at 18:10:40 (MDT)
From information divulged by Yah'Noik resistance, the 6 landing
barges fly towards the planetary backside and scatter to various safe zones.
Deploying rapidly on touchdown, the troops hustle to set up the emergency
equipment. Time is of the essence. In less than 2 hours, the orbiting Commandbase
will be over the horizon. Packing the firepower and shield capacity of
10 cruisers, it is a threat not to be underestimated. The lead dropzone
was barely in time. As the commandbase acquired a clear line of sight,
powerful maser blasts started raining down from orbit. With the roar of
stressed generators, a theatre planetary shield slowly deploys over the
lead dropzone. Shining like a beacon on the commandbase sensors, it fired
a continuous hail of full power blasts that rocked the landscape. The shield
glowed an angry rippling purple, flashing through in spots to blast large
smoking glass bottomed craters onto the landscape. It bought time. With
the forward dropzone being the focus of attack, the other landing sites
were spared long enough to set up their much more complex equipment. It
was enough. From 3 different areas, (the fourth wasn't in time, and the
fifth having been damaged on landing) planetary ion cannon fired upwards
in continuous blasts that in short order silenced the commandbase. The
decoy Yah'Noik cruiser sends an all-clear signal. In moments, House Woodlouse
vessels escorting the Blue Pea appear out of QWF near the disabled base
and docked, pouring out Woodouse Marines to secure the base. This world
has been liberated by the Alliance.
The Woodlouse
- Empire Alliance <Liberation!>
- Wednesday,
October 20, 1999 at 04:19:48 (MDT)
Darva considered the request. Finally, he spoke. 'I will help as
far as I can. The things you ask are not easy, but our job as Luker's are
to protect this space, and if this warship is the start of a vanguard,
Infinitech must be cut off from this universe at all cost, I'm sure the
others will see this. As far as your proposal of annihilation, there is
another solution. Transporter technology could replace the molecular structure
of your bodies with native matter, and the original can be sent to the
black hole or whatever.' 'Hmm, we hadn't considered that. Matter transmission
isn't a developed science in Infinitech, just theoreticals. Obviously,
we need to learn more about this place if we are to live here.' Mel, hearing
this, logged a message to place into Spidernet at firt oppurtunity for
his mirror self to do a little 'research'.
Infinitech
<[email protected]>
- Wednesday,
October 20, 1999 at 04:40:06 (MDT)
Troopers began swarming the deck on the Obsidian Claw, ready to
rend anything in their path, prepared for bug eyed aliens, malicious rebels
or something equally unpleasant. What they saw caught them completely off
guard. Several dozen cute, pink, round creatures lined the hallways, doing
nothing, simply standing there. The troopers proceeded warily, ready for
anything. Suddenly, all the audio input frequencies in their helmets became
active, playing a song. Soothing, relaxing, the troopers slumped, dead
asleep to the ground, out for the count, to the tunes of Jigglypuff. Several
Jigglypuff in a corner managed to poen a ventilation duct, and, two by
two, several began the trek to find Marissa on the vessel, to bring her
to the Aforementioned...
Infinitech
<[email protected]>
- Wednesday,
October 20, 1999 at 04:46:13 (MDT)
The donut has a deceptively simple shape. Quite delicious, the truly
interesting part is in it's surface geometry. A flatlander, caught on the
surface of one, will (besides has a sweet disposition from the sugar glaze)
imagine he is in a universe of infinte bound, without limits, as he can
go in any direction forever without end, yet, should he ever desire to,
cannot escape his prison. Some have speculated that the 'real' universe
is like this, only shaped in the four dimensions of space time (and without
the sugar glaze, though that is only an assumption). Any being suddenly
thrown into a place like this would find it extremely difficult, if not
infinitely improbable to extricate him/herself...
Aside
- Wednesday,
October 20, 1999 at 04:52:39 (MDT)
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