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"Admiral, we have a reply from home regarding our allies. The Minbari
we can count on.. the Grey Council was unanimous. The Romulans are less
definate. While the Fvilla is in favour, the matter is still being debated
in the Senate. Lord#1 of the Ur-Quan has placed 200 dreadnaughts at our
disposal, but has declined to mobilise the Sa-Matra at this time. And the
Puppeteers as usual say they prefer to stay out of it. No surprises. "
Vice-Admiral
Surtak <[email protected]>
- Wednesday,
October 20, 1999 at 16:34:43 (MDT)
The House Woodlouse troops are celebrating, but their celebrations
may turn out to be premature. One of the Xanarious fleet, a cruiser, was
not as badly damaged as the others. It is returning to operational status...Slowly,
it turns so that its elongated legs are ponted directly towards the Yah'Noik
ship that was used as a decoy in the battle. "traitorous infidel!" Just
then another black ship appears, slightly larger than those pathetic American
Space Shuttles, and with what appear to be four engines mounted on outriggers
near the rear. This strange ship (by Woodlouse standards) is also heavily
sheilded. The big, black form of the Xanarious ship fired its first shot,
shattering the peace which had reigned for several minutes out here, and
putting the Yah'Noik crew out of their partying mood in much the same way
that watching the "Mr. Creosote" sketch in Monty Python's Meaning of Life
could put someone off their food. As the Xanarious ship continues to blast
the (rapidly attempting to recover) Alliance craft, there are frantic discussions
going on in the centrally-mounted Bridge of the strange new craft. "They're
shooting at what appears to be a heavily damaged craft", says one voice
in a language no-one in this sector of any kind of space who was not on
the ship would understand, "We've got to stop them". This was Ed Jensen,
the only one here with a recognisable name. He was answered by the Captain
of the ship, Ne'eg SkiWaa. "Nobody's shooting us yet, and if we move too
soon we could ruin our chances of survival". "But don't you SEE?" asks
a third voice, Yossi Bergman, second-in-command of the Troop force headed
by Jensen, "This is a perfect chance; They are sitting there, a whole ship,
no apparent damage, and they're preoccupied with shooting up that other
ship. Besides, I like the colour". Ne'eg calls up the chief engineer; "How
much of a pounding can we take from those guns?" he asks as the black bug
lets loose another volley. "About twenty shots before the frst set of shields
go down" answers a feminine voice belonging to N'affarit Gorghoi, "but
by then the reactor will be beyond repair, we've taken too much punishment
recently to last much longer". OK, how long will it take us to get out
of their range?" "Not long enough for them to do much more damage than
we already have" comes the reply. "OK then" says Ne'eg; "we have two options
here. One, we keep hidden. Great, so we won't get any more damage, but
we will run out of supplies and the troops aren't going to get any more
efficient. Two, we run, but the Dimension-Drive may not hold out long enough
to get us back to Aforce Gamma and at present efficiency we'll run out
of food before then anyway. Looks like our only option is to fight." Ed
replies, with a tone of mock respect, "You may have no balls, but I always
says you've got guts". The barbed compliment is all the more stinging for
being true. It was a 6-foot ant who had done the deed mid-battle, a six-foot
ant that would never again skip among the fields of its homeworld due to
a total existence failiure shortly after the aforementioned incident. "We
attack", comes the order. The ship prepares.
The ASATS
(Aforce Space Army Transport Ship) WolfHound
- Wednesday,
October 20, 1999 at 16:47:44 (MDT)
The black ship's engines roar into life. It surges towards the big
Xanarious cruiser, which by this time has caught the attention of a few
other ships of the Alliance fleet and is exchanging blows. The Xanarious
appears oblivious to the small craft which cuts its engines off sharply,
spins round to reverse its direction and fires the engines up again, decelerating
rapidly. As it nears the Woodlouseian ship, the massive (compared to the
craft) rear doors open and a thin green ray of light stabs out, tearing
into...nothing. The ray has no effect on the Louseanite armour. "OK, maybe
they don't have shields" flies across the void on a radio comlink as 98
heavily-armed troops disembark at the same time and line up near the Xanarious
ship, which has only just realised what has happenned, but thinking the
ship to be the one attacking and seeing it turn tail with no significant
harm done it takes no notice. A man may crush a rat but die because of
the fleas. A cruiser may ignore a transport in open battle but that doesn't
mean a thing. The Xanarious doesn't move much, as the targets it is aiming
at are pretty much stationary, having been caught off-guard and they're
not firing back much...yet. Jensen realises the importance of getting his
men in fast. "Now" comes the order. 40 men open up with their grossly-overpowered
weapons and start blasting holes...Which promptly repair themselves. "Concentrate
your fire" comes the order. This time everyone blasts a single large hole
and the troops fly in ten at a time, then nine, then eight...The last man
comes in on his own. "OK". The troops blast a hole in the wall which lies
on the most direct route to the centre of the ship, assuming the ship to
have a similar design to most of their own. In the new room, there are
a few unarmoured woodlice with masers. They are dispatched to Woodlouse
Hell instantaneously by a couple of light machineBlasters using their highest
rate of fire to drill straight through. Thus it is that GoldenArrow StormTroops
and Woodlice meet for the first time. The special armour of the Troopers
is hardly scorched. They continue on their destructive path to the comman
centres of the ship.
Report
Stage 1 Complete (Captain Hat)
- Wednesday,
October 20, 1999 at 17:10:29 (MDT)
Command, dammit, Command! ANIHILLATE THE TYPO DAEMON!
Captain
Hat
USA -
Wednesday, October 20, 1999 at 17:12:05 (MDT)
After a vague and haphazard course in self-taught alien-shuttle
piloting, Cyborg is cruising between the buildings, letting up a nice long
running start. Pressing down on whatever he thought was the accelerator,
he starts to move..... very, very fast. Had he been leaning only a little
bit forward, the sheer acceleration, despite the inerital dampeners would
have made his head snap backwards and break his neck. As it happened, he
was only pinned down to his seat, barely able to control the shuttle while
his eyeballs flattened a little bit, greatly blurring his vision. It was
quite effective. While he did have a notable problem manuveering between
obstacles, the Tyranus City Traffic Control decided that with kinetic energy
being 1/2 mv^2, they'd better bring down that little roadster, and bring
it down NOW. And all in the meantime, a little voice in the back of Cyborg's
head is shaking it's non-existant head of it's own. "Oh no, not again........."
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc.
- Wednesday,
October 20, 1999 at 17:27:32 (MDT)
Speeding vehicle detected in Sector 51-B7. Flying looks erratic.
Calling in all avaiable units for a capture and disable. Over.
Tyranus
City Police Force : Traffic Department
- Wednesday,
October 20, 1999 at 17:30:16 (MDT)
As the 'Jigglypuffs' search out the rogue teenager, a shape begins
to emerge out of Marrissa's cell wall, and, through the other side, into
Tristan's cell. A donut...but the center does not connect through the wall...but
seems somehow to be a pathway into the torus itself....
- Wednesday,
October 20, 1999 at 17:58:48 (MDT)
*The orange spider cleans the remnants of soup off of itself then
turns again to Tristan. "You're TDK's creator? You don't look nearly old
enough nor do you look anything like a Klingon."* Wha? Oh, no, I'm not
his father if that's what you mean. I'm a creator in a different sense.
More like ummm.... a god. But not exactly. There are about ten of us in
a different universe constantly putting various things into this universe.
All of the stuff that I created revolved directly around TDK, including
the tank that I appeared in, the ghaytanHa', the skeleton crew, and even
Dark Commie and Scorpion, whom I based off of people in the other universe.
We've all been working on it ever since the Battle of New York, and even
slightly beforehand. *"But if you're a 'god,' don't you know everything
that's going on here, and have the power to change it?"* Well, I did, up
until the point where I was brought in here. Wait. That reminds me. There's
a ship in need of help. It's systems are failing I think. It should be
easy to spot once someone decides to look at their scanners. Could you
send a message through the SpiderNet and get someone to start looking for
it? *The spider paused, shocked that this character even knew of the existence
of SpiderNet, but then decided that it did help verify everything he had
been saying. The orange spider send the signal through to find the damaged
vessel. At that point something appeared on the wall. A donut. Judging
by the oddity of the appearance it might have been anything from an assasination
attempt to a jailbreak.* Are you aware of any attempt to get me out of
here? *"No."* Then I suggest you get off any last signals. I'm betting
that thing's a bomb.
Tristan
- Wednesday,
October 20, 1999 at 20:49:33 (MDT)
After switching on the signal jammers at full power, Cyborg notices
a strange analomy in one of the buildings further off.... but had no time
to study it as a bright flash burned itself into the back of his already-totured
eyes. Blinking rapidly, he sees the building engulfed in a huge cloud of
vaporized metal, rapidly dispersing in the vacunm. Cyborg guess (and as
he later found out, correctly) that this was the 'diversion' that the alien
was attempting. He hoped not many were injured. Even so, it was a BIG explosion....
one that the enemy would find more difficult to recover from. Crossing
mental fingers, he works from memory, and sharply turns a corner......
narrowly dodging a slightly confused police vessel. That one began to track
Cyborg's shuttle when from behind, the Traffic Department demonstrates
what it tries to PREVENT - plowing into the stationary vechile, the explosion
showered the remaining force, distracting them just enough for another
pyrotech display. Now focused on dodging away from unexpected assualt,
Cyborg readies his borrowed Woodlousean Pistol and gets ready for exposure
to hard vacumn.....
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc.
- Wednesday,
October 20, 1999 at 22:19:33 (MDT)
Each Jigglypuff Neutralizer had it's sensory systems directly linked
to the Aforementioned's shipmind. Singing their song all the way to the
cells, the security, though vicious, never had a chance to exert their
ferocity as they fell asleep at the song. All attempts to monitor failed
as the observers fell asleep. The video only feeds were the only way to
observing the phenomenon. Any attempt to hear what was happening resulted
in sleep. A passive attack, for sure, but an extremely effective one. Getting
through the last group of guards, Jigglypuff's began appearing in the brig,
surrounding Marissa and the stranger. The shipmind observed. Obviously,
something was going on here. Marissa, perhaps sensing her fate, looked
daggers at the crowd. The shipmind had been setting up the corridor for
the pocket universe ever since the hacker nanos had managed to extract
her location from the Claw's computer. It was evident by the vestiges of
an wormhole vortex across the two cells. All that was required now was
to engage the gravitational focus effect to draw her in. Sensor data flowed
from the Jigglypuffs. The shipmind calculated, not wanting to damage the
ship more than necessary. A final command, and the vortex spread around
Marissa...
Infintech
<[email protected]>
- Thursday,
October 21, 1999 at 02:31:30 (MDT)
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