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Unread 12 Jun 2004, 15:55   #501
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Re: Masters of Andromeda IV (New Horizons - Out of the Ashes)

ok heres how things stand

DM TIME TO MISSION END - 6

Devoran Superweapons - 3 posts to charge

Battle Range - short

DEVORAN BOMBERS AND DRAGONS HAVE BROKEN THRU THE FIGHTERS AND COMMENCING RUN ON THE WORLD SHIPS

Player Note - Battle is taking place 2 posts (2 light Seconds) away from the World Ships

Enemy Ships

transmitted by the scanners/sensors of Darklings Ship as it appraoches the Wormhole"


1x Devoran Command Carrier

Forward shield 105%
forward port shield 105%
forward starbaord shield 105%
port shield 138%
starbaord shield 138%
aft port shield 120%
aft starbaord shield 120%
aft shield 120%

light hull damage
light internal damage

5% loss of comms
10% loss of scanner strength
5% loss of secondary power


3 x (Devoran) Attack Destroyer

1
Forward shield 130%
forward port shield 130%
forward starbaord shield 130%
port shield 150%
starbaord shield 150%

2
Forward shield 150%
forward port shield 150%
forward starbaord shield 150%
port shield 150%
starbaord shield 150%

3
Forward shield 150%
forward port shield 150%
forward starbaord shield 150%
port shield 150%
starbaord shield 150%


they are 1 post away from the World Ships

they have sheilds up and weapons fully charged and all fighters have been launched

8 DEVORAN ANNHILATIOR Class Concordat Battle Stars

1
All Shields 200%
All weapons 200%

Forward Shield 160%
forward port shield 160%
forward starbaord shield 160%
port shield 160%
starbaord shield 160%
aft port shield 160%
aft starbaord shield 160%
aft shield 160%

light hull damage
light internal damage

5% loss of manuvarbility
5% loss of secondary power

2
All Shields 200%
All weapons 200%

Forward Shield 150%
forward port shield 150%
forward starbaord shield 50%
port shield 180%
starbaord shield 20%
aft port shield 190%
aft starbaord shield 40%
aft sheild 40%

heavy hull damage
heavy internal damage

65% loss of secondary power
MISSILE SUPRESSOR - REGENERATING
NOW PRONE TO MISSILE FIRE
Particle Array Destroyed
Gravometeric Grid Destroyed
Reflex Cannon 1 destroyed
Sheilds - Nano tech 3 desgtroyed
55% loss of weapon power
FTL Engines DESTROYED


THIS SHIP IS DESTROYED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

3
All Shields 200%
All weapons 200%

Forward Shield 200%
forward port shield 120%
forward starbaord shield 200%
port shield 150%
starbaord shield 200%
aft port shield 110%
aft starbaord shield 170%
aft shield 110%

light hull damage
light internal damage

5% loss of weapon power
5% loss of secondary systems
5% loss of manuverability

4
All Shields 200%
All weapons 200%

COMPLETELY VAPOURISED IN A MASSIVE EXPLOSION

5
All Shields 400%
All weapons 400%

forward shield 390%
forward port shield 390%
forward starboard shield 390%

6
All Shields 200%
All weapons 200%

Forward Shield 195%
forward port shield 195%
forward starbaord shield 195%
port shield 195%
starbaord shield 195%
aft port shield 185%
aft starboard shield 185%
aft shield 185%

light hull damage


7
All Shields 200%
All weapons 200%

Forward Shield 195%
forward port shield 195%
forward starbaord shield 195%
port shield 90%
starbaord shield 90%
aft port shield 90%
aft starbaord shield 90%
aft shield 90%

medium hull damage
medium internal damage

55% loss of weapon power
55% loss manuverability
30% loss of secondary power
30% loss of shield power

hull breaches decks 1 - 5

1 Reflex Cannons - destroyed
1 Nano Pulse Cannons - Destroyed
1 Particle Arrays - damaged

FTL drive - DESTROYED


8
All Shields 200%
All weapons 200%

Forward Shield 130%
forward port shield 130%
forward starbaord shield 130%
port shield 190%
starbaord shield 190%

Angels on baord near the engine rooms cause delay in the superweapon charge now increased by 1 post due to engineers and turret operators being killed

No Shield Breach yet - No Marines have landed - However due to the "magical nature" of the Angles they have breached the shields and are now baording the Vessel


Fighters -

x95 Devoran Light Fighters (N/A)
x70 Devoran Medium Fighters (N/A)
x50 Devoran Heavy Fighters (N/A)
x12 Assault Shuttles (N/A)
x9 Gunboats (N/A)
x10 Runabouts (N/A)
x10 Shuttle Craft (N/A)
x5 Captain's Boats (N/A)
x 12 Devoran Dragon Class Fighter/Bombers

32 deathwatch

325 Black Widow

115 Fighter/Bombers


Players


- Bakan

all ships destroyed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


- ND

4 fighters lost

The Yudachi
foward shield 70%
forward port shield 70%
forward starbaord shield 70%
port shield 90%
starbaord shield 90%

light internal damage
light hull damage

5% loss of engine power
5% loss of shield strength
10% loss of scanner strength

Crew
3 dead
18 injured

The Hatsuhara

The AGB-117F


PK

Striker Draconis
forward shield 90%
forward port shield 90%
forward starbord shield 90%


Fluffie
- Shiny New Concordat (about to be burnt in a blaze of REFLEX Glory )
forward shield 95%
forward port shield 95%
forward starbaord shield 95%
port shield 105%
starbaord shield 105%
aft port shield 105%
aft shield 105%

light internal damage
medium hull damage

5% loss of secondary power
1 heavy disruptor damaged
5% loss of weapon power

Crew
5 dead
10 injured


J-Kama-Ka-C

-XGP (Cruiser)
Forward Shield 05%
forward port shield 05%
forward starbaord shield 05%
port shield 05%
starbaord shield 05%
aft port shield 20%
aft starbaord shield 20%
aft shield 20%

heavy hull damage
heavy internal damage

Breaches on decks 1 - thru to 8

hull integrity 25%

Cluster Missile Mounts - DESTROYED
FTL engines - DESTROYED

95% loss of main power
75% loss of secondary power
85% loss of life support

all weapons need 1 post to charge

YOU ARE A BURNING WRECK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- Shangri'la
forward shield 85%
forward port shield 85%
forward starbaord shield 85%

- El Dorada
forward shield 85%
forward port shield 85%
forward starbaord shield 85%


Darkling
- Black Rose
Foreward Shield 80%
forward port shield 80%
forward starbaord shield 80%
port shield 90%
starbaord shield 90%

light hull damage
medium internal damage

Cloaking Device - Damaged - you cannot cloak until repaired
10% loss of Weapon Power
FTL Drive - Damaged - 5 posts to repair
10% loss of life support


Crazyboy

10 - fighters lost
20 slipstream fighters lost

- Command Carrier
Forward Shields 75%
forward port shield 75%
forward starbaord shield 75%
port shield 95%
starboard shield 95%

light hull damage
light internal damage

5% loss of secondary power
5% loss of scanner power
5% loss of weapon power
superweapon charge time increased by 1 post


Flapjack

-Phoenix Rising
Forward Shield 90%
forward port shield 90%
forward starbaord shield 90%
port shield 90%
starbaord shield 90%
aft port shield 90%
aft starbaord shield 90%
aft shield 90&

light hull damage

-Frigate 1
Forward Shield 90%
forward port shield 90%
forward starbaord shield 90%
port shield 90%
starbaord shield 90%
aft port shield 90%
aft starbaord shield 90%
aft shield 90&

light hull damage

-Frigate 2
Forward Shield 90%
forward port shield 90%
forward starbaord shield 90%
port shield 90%
starbaord shield 90%
aft port shield 90%
aft starbaord shield 90%
aft shield 90&

light hull damage


Urquan

4 Nials Lost

-Frivalous Rainbow
forward shield 15%
forward port shield 95%
forward starbaord shield 15%
port shield 105%
starbaord shield 25%
aft port shield 105%
aft starbaord shield 25%
aft sheild 25%

heavy hull damage
heavy internal damage

Hull Integrety 35%
75% loss of weapon Power
75% loss of secondary power
75% loss of life support
fuel loss 85%

Breaches on Decks 1 thru 9

Communications - DESTROYED
Scanners - DESTROYED
Helm - DESTROYED

PPP8 - Destroyed
2 Gatling Lasers Destroyed

2 Ion Drives Destroyed
Transwarp Drive - Destroyed

Crew
65 Dead
228 Injured

SO - DEAD
Helm - Dead
No1 - Mortaly Wounded
WO - Injured
Comms - Dead


AK

- Amodyte
forward shield 95%
forward port shield 95%
forward starbaord shield 95%

-Shraan Defender
forward shield 95%
forward port shield 95%
forward starbaord shield 95%


Hewitt

1- Immortal Raven
forward shield 90%
forward port shield 90%
forward starbaord shield 90%

2 - Pandora CRIPPLED
forward shield 15%
forward port shield 15%
forward starbaord shield 15%
port shield 25%
starbaord shield 25%
aft port shield 25%
aft starbaord shield 25%
aft shield 25%

Heavy Hull Damage
Heavy Internal damage

65% loss of engine power
55% loss of weapon power
55% loss of secodary power

Hull integrity breached
ruptures on decks 1, 5, 6, 8

Missile launchers damaged - 2

Computer AI - DESTROYED
Helm Control - 30% non responsive
Scanners - DESTROYED

IS DESTROYED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Crew
55 Dead
183 Injured

you are in the hangar bay - YOU ARE KILLED........................!


Blake
- Battleship
Forward Shield 85%
forward port shield 85%
forward starbaord shield 85%
port shield 85%
starbaord shield 85%
aft port shield 85%
aft starbaord shield 85%
aft shield 85%

Light Internal damage

- 5% loss of weapon power

Crew
0 dead
5 injured


Inspectre
Kronos

Phoenix


NPC SHIPS

Flagship
forward shield 95%
foward port shield 95%
port shield 95%
aft port shield 95%
aft shield 95%

light hull damage


World Ships

1
forward armour 95%
forward port armoutr 95%
forward starbaord armour 95%

2
forward armour 95%
forward port armoutr 95%
forward starbaord armour 95%

3
forward armour 95%
forward port armoutr 95%
forward starbaord armour 95%

4
forward armour 95%
forward port armoutr 95%
forward starbaord armour 95%

5
forward armour 95%
forward port armoutr 95%
forward starbaord armour 95%
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Unread 12 Jun 2004, 16:07   #502
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Re: Masters of Andromeda IV (New Horizons - Out of the Ashes)

the sounds of trumpets and drums can be heard on the pitch as Fluffie/Kama Marching Band tootles its way around the pitch - whilst the cheerleader squad proceed to remove articles of clothing but still remaining decent - causing all the men in the crowd to cheer louder.

the No-Dachi/Planetkiller/Bakan Army Corps proceed to entertain all with skills of military daring do and prescision milatry drilling

Meanwhile the boggy one is chasing a semi clad woman around the statdium

In the stands there is a big que for the ACID-K Ltd Drinks and Hot Dog stand - there are also plenty of explosiosns or otherwise strange warpy spehul effex things going on

No-Dattsy - looks like that AK is busy mixing drinks and snaks again

Comm - yeah

both falla round laughing and then explode as teh Myst Breakers take effect
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Re: Masters of Andromeda IV (New Horizons - Out of the Ashes)

Come one, come all! The AK Ltd Drinks and Hot Dogs are on sale today! Any drink you can think of, I can shake up and you'll be right as rain! Well... at least the rain bit. Hot Dogs can be inna bun, onna stick, witha fork and even putin gravel! Come to the stand now and get your free complimentory drink(onthegroundthatitishighlylethalandwilldefinatlykillyouorturnyouintomush)
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Actual post now available for reading on the previous page. Don't go back to take a look unless you're prepared for the page to take awhile to load: mostly due to my post. I have not, as yet, done the actual battle part of the post, which should be rather short considering I'm just arriving, but from the way I'm feeling now, it's going to be left out.
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Unread 16 Jun 2004, 12:44   #505
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jesus christ, is that all inspectre?

i've seen far better by you



i'll read it some day
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/ooc There . . . . editted meh post for the last time. 10,127 words . . . eat that motherfluffer. ooc/
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(I’d like to use my Potion of Success +13 on this post. Because I need it. And the post itself too, it’s nowhere near the great-ness that the whole scene is in my head...)

[Cue evil laughter on Fluffie’s bridge.]

“We live. WE LIVE!

SO – “Yeah. Sure seems that way... Guess some others took the blows. Scanners read that Cruiser and Dreadnaught both damaged, badly. Very badly.”

No1 – Reading report from sickbay – “Damnit... GODDAMNIT. Sir, read this...”

The Numbero Uno shows his Captain the damage report, which includes some casualties. Reading it, Fluffie’s previous joy turns into anger. Unable to speak, he looks at his No1, his face less certain than a few seconds before.

No1 – “I guess they knew what they signed up for as pirates, but...”

EO – “But loosing men never ain’t good.”

“Aye... Aye...”

The mood on the bridge had gone down a notch. Or two. Outside, the Slipstream fighters that had previously been further away from the Concordat, due to possible risk of incoming superweapons, began returning, assuming aggresive escort and intercept positions.

Flight Control – “Fighters are back guarding us...”

WO – “Particle Arrays both still on AFD setting. Normal weapons almost ready for another attack, superweapons nearly charged. Tractor beams all operational and currently on point defense still, Sir.”

Comms – “I’ve managed to jamm Devoran communications. Might aid us in combat...”

SO – “Shields are down to around 100% strenght. The ship itself took some bangs as well... But we’re still in the water.”

EO – “Nothing a paint job won’t fix.”

SO – “Yup. Feeding both Concordat’s and Slipstream Fighters’ flight computers battle data. We should get some better tactics and results up...”

Unknowingly, the crewmen probably were trying to divert Fluffie’s mind from the (few) fallen men so far.

He wasn’t being diverted much though. He knew he hadn’t much facilities for them aboard, but that did not mean he didn’t care about them.

For he did. Loosing lifes stung badly.

No1 – “Sir...”

“I know, I know.

Seeing Fluffie still wasn’t really around, Janez Dedt [ The No. 1 ] took charge. Nothing important, just the household stuff that needed doing.

No1 – “Engineering, send an ADCT to that damaged Disruptor and get it working again. Keep boosting shields from Slipstream Drives, see if you can milk some extra power from them. WO, don’t use that Disruptor for now, we don’t want anything exploding. SO, Comms, continue with the tasks the Captain assigned you earlier. Medbay, MC, keep your men spread around the ship. Spread the MASH teams more economically, we all hate to see our own fall...

[ IMPORTANT BIT FOR KAMA AND UR QUAN ]

And, finally, Comms, send a message to Captain Kama and that Ur Quan fella, see if they require us to help.”

Affirmative replies spread around the bridge, zooming in on Janez. Nodding satisfied, she looks at her Captain, worriedly. His anger still showed on his face, but she recognized part of another expression in it.... As if he was forming a plan. A cunning plan perhaps, but then again, his plans usually centered on massive firepower and then some more. And then even more.

All of a sudden, Fluffie seemed to break out of his ‘trance’, looking at the EO.

“Are the Tractor Beams capable of launching burning Concordats?”

EO – looking slightly amazed at the question – “Eh... No, don’t think so...”

”How about dragging them along if we set the Impulse Drives to full power?”

EO – still not understanding Fluffie’s plan – “Eh... Possibly, I think...”

No1 – grinning softly, trying to kick the Cap’n out of his sodding – “Don’t tell me you’ve actually got a cunning plan for a change.

(Slightly amused, as always, by his lovely but rocking No1. A female Numbero Uno.)
”Partially, yeah, babe.”

No1 – “Oh my God. Want me to prepare the lifeboats?”

“Nah... Just prepare to boost the forward shields, full power.”

No1 and the rest of the bridgecrew – “???”

“Nothing much. Just avenging those lives... Devoran mother****ers are going down. Down into the gutter.”

WO – “You talking about our Phasers 8 and Anti Matter Cannons?”

“That’s the part where we grind them to a bloody pulp, once they are in the gutter.”

Fluffie had started toying with his menacing weapon again, when he began talking about smashing and killing the Devoran. This obviously was partially a good sign, it meant he was back in the business of killing other spaceships.

“Helm! Maximum speed... Set a course that’ll take us past the burning Concordat (#2). Once we’re there, storm directly at Concordat #1, take us over it and pull of a full 180 degree turn, setting the drives to full reverse, taking us away from it, but still with our weapons blasting...”

Helm – “Sure... I guess...”

”Good lad. EO, WO, prepare all our Tractor Beams to grab onto Concordat #2. We’ll take it along for a while and ram it straight into #1. After that and the 180, we’ll fire all our Neutron and Disruptor Cannons again, along with the Phasers and Anti Matter Cannons.”

WO – Chuckling – “....fireworks...”

EO – “AYE SIR. Disengaging Tractor Beam point defence mode...”

WO – “And preparing to grab onto that son of a bitch.”

No1 – “Oh yeah. That, is, one, arrousing plan. Sir.”

“They’re going to pay. FC, tell our fighters to cover our rear mostly, since we’ll be diverting all shield power to the forward ones...”

EO – “Changing shield power distribution now.”

Helm – “We are underway...”

Turning about, the big Concordat that belonged to Fluffie suddenly sped away from its fighter escort, the numerous and nimble Slipstream Fighters spreading around, now specifically guarding its backside. Some occasionally still speed forward, attacking foes that dared venture in front of the now fast moving Battle Star.

EO – “Tractor Beams ready... You have one shot.”

WO – “I know. That’s why I am WO...”

As the Black Diamond approaches Devoran Concordat #2, its Tractor Beams all lance out, latching onto its hull. Having a firm hold of it, Fluffie’s ship starts dragging it along, heading straight toward Dev. Con. #1.

Weapons’ fire from the now probably scared Devoran vessel slams into both approaching Concordats, splashing into shields or either wrecking the other one more. To no avail though, the engines of Fluffie’s Diamond continiously flare bright as they propel the ship to the fastest velocity it can achieve on such short notice...

SO – “Approaching our target. Release package on my signal...”

Both the WO and the Helmsman nod, one ready to release, the other to affirm that he knows he’ll have to pull of one heck of a stunt with the Battle Star: a full 180, switching into full reverse during it.

EO – “ADCT units standing by at key locations, in case the strain gets to much for the old lady...”

No1 – “Copy that.”

The Concordat trembles slightly as multiple hits impact with the weakened side and rear shields, but still succesfully disengages its Tractor Beams, slamming the Devoran wreck straight into its sistership.

The Black Diamond itself narrowly skims over the top and fires all its maneuvering thrusters, pushing the ship into a full 180. Seconds later, her reverse drives kick in as all others shut down, beginning to push the Concordat backwards. Still close to it, the damage is massive already...

Helm – “Full reverse, coming up...”

EO – “Superweapons fully charged. Forward shields boosted as much as I could...”

WO – “All weapons have locked on with the Tactics Comp.”

No1 – “Good, good... Ready to fire...”

”Wait for my signal...”

WO – “Aye sir.”

Outside, the Black Diamond is picking up speed again, only this time travelling backwards. All its weapons’ ports glow brightly, this time including the superweapon ones. The distance between the collission site and the ship quickly increases again, as both enemy and friendly fighters hold their dodgefights all around.

FC – “Ordering our fighters to get away from the blast zone...”

Finishing off their foes with some quick blows and lethal tactics, the dodgefights cease and the Slipstream jets quickly speed off, heading for (reasonably) safety and engaging their foes there for the moment... Some daredevils though, such as John Mac Johnsons Son, live and fly dangerously, seeking out opponents at all times and at all locations... All in order to keep the Concordat’s fat and big ass safe.

WO – “Sir...”

Firing distance between the Diamond and the Devoran cash site was optimal...

”For those that fell and might fall.....

Full Alpha Strike...

DAMNIT, FIRE!

The vessel is pushed back a reasonable distance as all its operational weapons discharge at the same moment, unleashing hell upon those struck. The weapons’ fire impacts, the normal weapons hitting their mark first, simply splashing into the shields of the Devoran. Second to arrive are the Phaser 8 beams, simply ripping through the already weakened shields and scorching the vessel’s hull, making it into every ship yard’s nightmare.

And last, but not least, the two massive Anti Matter Cannon explosions finish the job, or at least, so they are supposed to...

[After the blast has cleared.]

“Divert all shield power to all shields evenly again, all fighters to previous escort positions again.”

EO – “Aye. Recharging superweapons...”

SO – “Scanning now, lets see what remains...”




Actions Summary:
- AFD kept on AFD.
- Comms continued jamming Devoran Communications. Also continues to (try and) listen in to all communications, informing the Captain of anything special.
- SO feeds battle data gained from Sensors/Astrometrichs into both the Concordats and all Slipstream flight computers (for greater tactics etc.).
- Continued to use Slipstream Drives to boost shields. EO tried to get a little more juice from them.
- Send a ADCT to fix that damaged Disruptor (which was taken offline).
- Disengaged Tractor Beams from point defence, used them to grab Concordat #2 with.
- Rammed Concordat #2 into #1.
- Performed a full 180 after having rammed #2 and flown over Concordat #1, going into full reverse.
- Forward shields were fully boosted for the duration of this post, leaving all other shields at 50% or so. Afterwards, they are set to all equal settings (while still boosted from Slipstream Drives).
- Performed an Alpha Strike at medium distance (firing 2 Phasers 8, 2 Anti Matter Cannons, 12 Heavy Neutron Cannons and 11 Heavy Disruptors). Target: Concordat #1. With the aid of the Advanced Tactics Computer.
- Fighters were still guarding the Concordat, but focussed on the weaker shielded parts of it. After this post, they are on “normal” (but reasonably aggressive guarding and interception) duty again.
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Re: Masters of Andromeda IV (New Horizons - Out of the Ashes)

[OOC]: Okay, this is my last post in this thread before my vacation (leaving Wednesday, woohoo! [Don't worry, I'll be back online next Tuesday]) Inspectre, Fluffie, No Dachi, and anyone else that loves long posts, eat your hearts out, for this baby, EXCLUDING the Dramatic Persona, Summary, and ship specs, weighs on at... 12,020 words . Introducing in this post is my new ship, my new captain and crew, and a nice touch of action, among other things. Grab some popcorn, get a cold one from the fridge, sit down, get comfy and enjoy [/OOC]

Dramatic Persona
Captain - Incom Morgan
First Officer (No1) - Kyle Carter
AI - Dorothy
Weapons Officer - Hubart Riggs
Science Officer - Tara Dudoc
Helm Officer - Lewis Bean
Engineering Officer - Iris McClain
Communications Officer - Kate Perrin
Chief Medical Officer - Trisha McCoy
Wing Commander - Corran Kline
Marine Commander - Matt McClane
Arms Master Officer - Korben Hoist
Chief Security Officer - John Smith
Morgue Officer (For LH cause I know she will put this officer to good use) - Rebecca I. Peters
Commander of Escort Carrier #1 - Erin Gehnam
Commander of Escort Carrier #2 - Sarah Gehnam

And Now - The Post

The cold blackness of open space, lit only by the consoles of his fighter, the stars danced around, bright flashes of energies designed to main and kill filled the star-filled sky. The stars twisted and weaved, as if the universe was going insane, then a bright flash, thousand upon thousands of portals opening. Emerging from each came a vessel, large, massive, bristling with so many bright lights, lights that streaked out death and destruction, beams that burned the warriors, the intellects, the guilty, and the innocent. Women screams as they were roasted alive, their babies that they clung to there breasts screaming as they were turned to so much cinder and ash. Brave warriors leaped forward in ships of giant destruction only to be struck down, and turned to evil. The portals kept opening, until it seemed that the very stars were blotted out, where the only thing one could see was a giant wall of metal ships. The wall of ships the merged into a face, a hideous face, laughing, and its teeth soaked red with the blood of its victims, it's eyes replaced with maggots. Slowly it grew ever closer, with tiny details on the face suddenly jumping out into clear focus, open faces, screaming in pain, many of them horribly disfigured. Veins popping from foreheads, eyeballs in the midst of exploding, flesh being pulled away, every gory detail was brought out. Worst yet was that the faces were still alive, screaming in pain, spitting out blood and other organic parts into space where they slowly spun away. Slowly the mouth opened, exposing the blood soaked teeth, still covered with the internal organs of its victims, sharper than razors and ready to take a final bite, to add more blood to it’s face, to attempt to fill a appetite that could never be filled. Growing closer and closer towards the fighter, the teeth started to bite into it. Driving slowly through the shields of the fighter, which instantly collapse and implode, filling the cockpit with the arid stench of burning components, the occupant struggles, firing volley upon volley of weapons fire into the giant face, which greedily ate up the fire, and smiled even more. The teeth punch through the cockpit and into the controls, shattering them beyond use. Pulling out, the occupant gasps in pain and coldness, oh so very very cold strikes him, the empty cold of space and death. Felling his blood start to bubble out of his body, his eyeballs starting to pop out of his eye sockets, tongue tearing out of his mouth like a raw sausage, the occupant screams a final scream of defiance, pain, and hopelessness. Then the teeth come crashing down again, driving deep into the legs of the pilot, and severing them. The teeth pull away, soaked even more with fresh blood, then stab down again, then pain, so much pain, and blackness……

*Screaming, Incom Morgan shot up from his bed. Panting, his bed sheets soaked with sweat, Morgan tried desperately to get his breathing under control. Bed sheets twisted around him, soaked in his own sweat clung to Incom Morgan tightly, with the stench of panic filling his nostrils. Starting to shiver from the cold sweat, Morgan tried to move, but found that he was clenching the bed sheets tightly in his hands. Unclenching his fists with a series of popping sounds, rapidly whispering to himself, while running his hands through his hair:*

Incom Morgan: "It was only a dream..... it was only a dream..... it was only a dream....."

*Laying back down on the bed, Morgan looked over at the local chronometer. The time was 05:36, blinking over to 05:37, uncaring to the concerns of its observer. Feeling the rush of adrenaline start to fade from his system, Morgan sighed to himself as he failed to sense sleepiness kick it. Knowing that he would be unable to get any more sleep, he pushed himself off his bed, and stumbled towards the nearby closet, taking a look out the portal outside to see stars and space for once besides the glimmering blue of a slipstream portal, or what sadly far more common, wreckage from massive battles. These were sad days, with only sadder days on the horizon, yet there was little else that anyone could do but to push on. Reaching into the closet, Morgan pulled out a small bottle, with the label torn away, the bottle itself half empty. Grabbing two of the pills, Morgan holds them up, as if the universe was contained within them. Tossing them into his mouth, he swallows them whole. Almost instantly he feels the effects, the exhaustion that haunts him melts away, the tiredness from lack of sleep vanishes like the fog as the sun rises on a fresh new morning. Blinking and smiling, Incom Morgan feels a stab of guilt, then tosses the bottle back into the back of the closet. The nightmares were getting more and more to him each night, ever since the day of blackness, where hope was completely snuffed out as the Devorans destroyed the Arrakis homeworld. Pulling out some clothing, he starts to dress himself, for now that he was awake, he might as well do something.*

Time: 06:54
Location: Deck 6


*Walking throughout the corridors, carrying a large assortment of data-pads, Kyle Carter made his way through various corridors. Looking at most of the other officers, he nodded at them, noticing the worn looks, the tired glazes, and the hesitant nods in return. Moral was nearly at an all time low, with good reason. The only time he could recall it being lower was during the AI revolts over 100 years ago, and then, there was at least a glimmer of hope. Now however, hope was a scarcer supply than lomin-ale and warm bodies to man ships. Seeing ones home system completely destroyed tended to do that to a crew, thus is was a mild shock that they were still operational. Especially the captain, for he seemed to be able to smile a lot still, something far to many people now has trouble with. Deep in his own thoughts, he barely notices a figure right in front of him, until he is about to run into it. Yelling out, he tries to dodge to the side, but fails and instead slips, and falls right through the figure. Crashing hard, sending his data-pads flying, Kyle swore, and picked himself up.*

Kyle Carter: "Damnit Dorothy, what did I tell you about sneaking up on people like that?"

Dorothy: "I am sorry, Kyle Carter, I activated the holo-systems within 5 meters in front of you, which should be ample time according to research for you to notice my presence."

*Picking up the data-pads that had fallen, Kyle spares a moment to look at Dorothy, or rather the hologram that the ship's AI used to represent herself (why it chose to be a she was something that many programmers still wondered, for originally the programming was suppose to be gender neutral, yet somewhere along the “birthing” process it choose to adopt a female persona). Appearing as a swirl of green and purple pixels that strongly represented a short, petite young lady in a ancient dress, Dorothy tilted her head at Kyle as he stands on up, her expression one of curiosity."

Kyle Carter: "Dorothy, something you must learn something. Us humans can't spend every moment of our time paying attention to every single tiny detail every moment of our lives, most unlike you. We loose focus, we get distracted, we zone out and focus within ourselves."

Dorothy: "Understandable, human minds, while rather elegant and efficient in their own right, need "rest" at times. Particularly at this "early hour" which it seems many of you are unable to function properly without some type of stimulation."

Kyle Carter: "Yes, I need my coffee before I'm fully awake, and that was one of my destinations before you stopped me. What are you doing here anyways?"

Dorothy: "Most of the crew are resting, only the night shift are active, and I have already finished my observations of them. As the ship's first officer, you seemed to be the intriguing subject for observations to humanoid performance at early hours."

Kyle Carter: "Ah, a human rat, lovely. Why don't you go observe the Captain, he's probably up already."

Dorothy: "I am already observing him currently, though his activities are of minimal interest due to their repetition. You can find him in the Gym."

Kyle Carter: "What, watching him work out is not interesting?"

Dorothy: "The Captain is already in exceptional physical condition for a man of his age. why would he want to put himself through extra pain and suffering to improve a situation that is improvable."

*Hearing that, Kyle smiled to himself. While many crewmembers were skeptical of Dorothy, the first AI to be implanted into a ship in over 80 years, he found her lack of knowledge in human nature amusing. Some were frightened by this, but it comforted him, knowing that even a great AI could not understand some of the basic concepts of human nature. Many history books from before 80 years ago also had stated that most AI’s were unable to comprehend human nature, that only a few exceptional ones were able to. Ironically it was those that led the great AI revolt those many years ago that spiraled into a bloody war, who’s aftermath led to every AI being destroyed. Dorothy was literally the first of her kind since then that was created by Arrakis hands. Nothing else except a full-out AI could manage such a ship like a Glory class Dreadnaught.*

Kyle Carter: "Dorothy, what are the odds of us being able to win the current war?"

Dorothy: "We have approximately a 0.34743% chance of winning the war, with a 0.00633% chance of surviving if we persist to continue to fight."

Kyle Carter: "So fighting this war is futile then, why should we fight?"

Dorothy: "The only alternatives are fleeing, which has a low success rate as of now, or fighting, which again has a low rate. It is futile, yet we have no choice."

Kyle Carter: "We have no choice, cause otherwise we will die, but we have a choice. The Captain works out because he chooses to, it's his way to fight again the universe by pushing himself farther."

Dorothy: "That is illogical and a inefficient use of resources."

Kyle Carter: "My dear Dorothy, that is human nature right there."

*Smiling, Kyle walked around Dorothy and continued on his path. Conversations with Dorothy were always amusing, for she kept people on their toes. Looking at the corridors, composed of harsh metals, the floor carpeted with low-slick, fire resistant carpeting, he smiled. This ship was the first one in many years he served on that was not heavily damaged, barely hanging together. The last vessels Kyle had been on were practically wrecks that were on their last legs, being pushed by prays more than engine power, yet they did the job. The price for a fully working glory class dreadnaught though was exceptionally high. Turning another turn, he smiled as he saw an officer pull out a blackened component from a wall panel. Hearing her swearing, he couldn’t help but laugh, causing her to turn on him, eyes ready to shoot a plasma bolt into his heart.*

Kyle Carter: "You can always have a ensign do that Iris. You are the Engineering Chief, you don't have to be doing these trivial repairs on a........ tertiary power converter."

Iris McClain: "Laugh all you want, I had to get out of Engineering for a bit. Besides, I find it helps connect to my staff, showing them I'm willing to get my hands dirty alongside the rest of them."

Kyle Carter: "Hey, I think it's a good thing. I feel pain for the person that thinks we are bragging that you know every component of this ship. Speaking of which, I have some of these data-pads for you. You know, the usual crew evaluations, maintenance schedules, etc etc."

Iris McClain: "Oh yay, such fun they are. I just love paperwork."

Kyle Carter: "I'm sure you do there, want more."

Trisha McCoy: "Oh yes, our universe as we know it is collapsing, and you are still worried about paperwork."

*Turning to look at the ship's doctor, not surprisingly wearing a lab coat over her black/blue uniform, Kyle shook his head. A gifted doctor, excellent surgeon, she was the person you wanted working on who as half your internal organs to try escape from your body. However, afterwards, it would be in your best interests to get a doctor who had a much better attitude and bedside manner, otherwise you would be in more than when you were holding in your stomach and intestines with your bare hands. Not that he could fault her, after all her husband died under her care during the great retreat. It was a miracle that she was able to perform to well.*

Kyle Carter: "We have to keep some constants in this universe, and never-ending paperwork is one of them."

*Before Trisha could retort, Kyle's wrist comm beeped at him. Raising it to his ear, he listened for a second, nodded, then lowered it back down.*

Kyle Carter: "Looks like we may have to cut this short here, communications picked up some from the Firestorm under Captain Bakan, time-delayed. Better get your way to the conference room there. One of us should notify the Captain, knowing him he probably turned his comm off."

*With a flicker of sparkling lights, Dorothy appeared among the officers, with Trisha jumping back, and Iris to shrug as if holograms appearing on their own was normal.*

Dorothy: "I have already notified the rest of the command staff. The Captain is located in the gym. I will notify him."

*Vanishing again, Kyle looks at his fellow officers and shrugs. It was odd that Dorothy would get involved such, but he was not one to argue.*

Kyle Carter: "Well, the AI will take care of the Captain, we better make our way to the conference room there."

Time: 07:21
Location: Deck 8


*Grunting, Incom Morgan pushed himself. Straining, sweating appearing over his body, he pushed and push, until finally, his arms were fully extended, holding up the weight bar above him. Leaning his arms back a little, he twisted his wrists, locking the bar in place. Sitting up on the weight bench, Incom Morgan grabbed his towel and wiped off his face. Having arrived at the gym after waking up, he had gone through a complete workout, and was starting to feel the effects. Despite the pain he felt he was smiling for now he felt more alive and ready. A good breakfast after the workout would probably be in order as well, considering that his stomach was starting to rumble with hunger finally. Taking those pills always killed his appetite as well for a time, but eventually it always came back with a vengeance. Looking around that the nearly deserted gym, occupied only by a pair of Marines training with some of the SSS troops, Incom smiled at they worked together. Standing up, he walked over to the pull-up bar system. Bending down to apply the boots, Incom grabbed the bar above him, then with a grunt of effort, swung his feet up to catch the boots on the bar. Locking to place, Incom let go and fell until he was vertical with the ground, held up by the boot. Interconnecting his fingers behind his head, Incom started doing sit-up's. Closing his eyes, he focused on the pains of his body, mentally erasing them one by one. By number 50, he opened his eyes, smiled, then screamed as he stared at the holographical bosom of Dorothy.*

Incom Morgan: "DAMNIT Dorothy, what have we all been telling you about sneaking up on us!?!"

Dorothy: "To provide ample warning. I appeared at the entrance to these facilities and walked over slowly. You choose to close your eyes preventing yourself from detecting my presence."

*Grunting, Incom pulled himself up, passing through Dorothy, grabbed the bar and freed his feet. Letting go, Incom landed gracefully, and pulled off the boots for the next person, and starred at her. Dorothy starred back. For a few seconds the two starred, with the silence in the gym only interrupted by the sounds of the Marines and SSS troops practicing. Watching Dorothy’s unblinking state, Incom grumbled and grabbed his towel and started making his way towards the men's locker room, working on drying off the sweat on his face.*

Incom Morgan: "Why are you here anyways Dorothy. I thought you said this space was a waste of resources at one point."

Dorothy: "You mis-understood. Using the biomain pods, you can stimulate muscle growth and perform all these activities while asleep, with far greater results, yet most of the crew seems to frown upon that option."

Incom Morgan: "We like to do things ourselves here."

*As the door to the locker room opened, Incom stepped on through and made his way to his locker. Turning he saw Dorothy following him, not looking concerned at all about her current location. More than slightly annoying, Incom grumbled and pulled open his locker and started removing his workout clothing."

Incom Morgan: "Alright, spill it, why are you here?"

Dorothy: "5.8 minutes ago we received a transmission from Captain Bakan of the Firestorm. They seemed to be under the impression that the final dock was still intact, and was notifying it of his mission."

Incom Morgan: "A mission, him, he's been almost a renegade since the start of the war."

Dorothy: "That is true, this mission he signed up for was to escort a group of colony ships to a safe haven to rebuild forces for a eventual counter-attack. There was a high risk of interception and thus was wondering if any further ships could be spared."

Incom Morgan: "That does not really sound like him at all, I take it a conference has been called."

Dorothy: "Yes, at O-eight hundred hours, main conference room. The rest of the command staff has been notified."

*Finishing removing his clothing, Incom felt some embarrassment knowing Dorothy was right there, but he knew that even if her hologram was not there, she was constantly observing the functions of the ship. There were only a few sections onboard where she did not have complete reign, and sadly enough the designers of the ship didn’t feel it would be a good idea to make the locker rooms one of the sections. Shrugging mentally he grabbed a towel and headed towards the showers, but then spun and looked at Dorothy who apparently was following him, despite the social taboos about women entering men’s locker rooms and vise versa.*

Incom Morgan: "I'll be at the conference room at 8, until then, give me some time alone, okay. I don't like you here already, and even less so if you try to continue conversation in the shower, let alone when I get some breakfast."

Dorothy: "I had already concluded our conversation was completed. You are such a louse Incom Morgan."

*As the hologram representation of Dorothy flickered then faded away, Incom smiled, then frowned and made his way towards the showers, already thinking about the transmission.*

Time: 07:58
Location: Deck 2 - Conference Room


Dorothy: "Evidently this transmission was sent fairly recently. However due to the distances involved, it is impractical for us to reply to it in my humble opinion, at least via communications channels."

Incom Morgan: "In your opinion, I gotcha. Well, we all are here, play it for us."

*Looking around at the officers of his ship, Morgan smiled as he saw them all there. It was rare that a conference meeting occurred after a battle where some officer was not missing. Kyle Carter sat closest to him, still going over some data-pads. Hubart Riggs and Tara Dudoc looked up from their conversation, most likely about targeting sensors and how to improve them. Lewis Bean sat slightly apart, looking out into empty space, but then again, they all were used to that already. Kate Perrin also was typing away at a data-pad, one with a link light indicating she was still working on the transmission they had received. Trisha McCoy sat apart also, arms crossed, obviously not knowing why she was at the meeting. Corran Kline and Matt McClane looked up also from their conversation, for once apparently not the semi-friendly rivalry the two had going. Finally was the hologram of Dorothy, who for obvious reasons was not sitting, but instead was standing near the display at the head of the room, looking quite bored, as if these meetings were below her sending a holographical representation of herself. With a almost casual wave of her hand, Dorothy activated the recording of the transmission, with Captain Bakan's face filling the display.*

Bakan: "Security Code Alpha-Tango-Foxtrot-Charlie-000, I have the following report to make. The transmission was genuine; there is a massive exodus movement. We are going along with them for now, to help out as much as possible. The odds for combat are significantly high, thus we ask that any ships you have available to come with us. Truthfully, it’s not as if we can do greater good anywhere else here. We will be leaving the Space Station here soon. Good luck to all, and vengeance against the Devorians. Captain Bakan, signing out."

*The display winked out, and Dorothy turned towards the rest of the officers, her face strangely looking as if she was tired, which was very unusual for normally it was a expression of disdain.*

Dorothy: "This message is genuine, and HEAVILY encrypted, took me a significant amount of time to decode and translate it. Obviously he does not know about the lost of our last shipyard 2 days ago, nor the loss of the last fleet or our sister ship the Dremer."

Kyle Carter: "Working on human emotions there Dorothy?"

Dorothy: "Yes, plus this took 58 seconds for me to make the transmission viewable. For me, a advance AI unit, that is like several years for you working non-stop without sleep or break on a mathematical problem."

Incom Morgan: "That's enough people. We all know, right now, we are one of the last surviving Arrakis ships out there."

Kate Perrin: "Actually, according to transmissions, only us and Captain Bakan's small flotilla are the only ships confirmed to still exist."

Corran Kline: "There is still the chance of other ships out there. A small chance, but a chance at the very least."

Tara Dudoc: "Common, the Devorans are curb-stomping us left and right, we are lucky to be alive AND intact!"

Incom Morgan: "People. Officially we have no mission, no command, no chain of command. In fact we are alone. Alone we will be picked off eventually, most likely being unable to make a difference. However, the mission Captain Bakan set off on will possibly give us the chance to make a great difference. Thus I am defining our mission. We will travel with all due haste to the Captain Bakan's location and join up. I'm sure they will like the sole Glory class dreadnaught ever created by Arrakis hands to be at the battle."

Dorothy: "At full flank speed via slipstream we should be able to make it before they leave according to Captain Bakan's transmission. However we would have to leave now."

Iris McClain: "The engines are ready for it. In fact, we are above 100% efficiency in all regards."

Hubart Riggs: "I second that with the weapons, including the new IMOD's."

Incom Morgan: "That's good, I'm sure that Captain Bakan will like the finished blueprints to those. Hope the Devoran's like them as much."

Corran Kline: "All fighters are also working perfectly, not to mention we are ready to go into space."

Incom Morgan: "Okay, we as of this point are at the best we will most likely be at. Thus, unless anyone has any objections, we will head off and take this mission as well."

*Looking around at the conference room, Incom Morgan smiles as he sees noone raise their hands in objection. Standing up he nods to the rest of the staff as they also rise.*

Incom Morgan: "It is settled then, we shall set off. Notify all stations, we probably will be getting into a fight pretty soon. Lewis Bean, get us there as soon as possible. Everyone else, make ready."

Outside

*Outside, in the deep empty void of space, the Glory class Dreadnaught Glory slowly turned. For the past few days, she had been hiding in the midst’s of a debris field from the last Arrakis space station, which had been abandoned after the Devorans were done with it, for the Glory had nowhere else to go. Her grey and black hull, rippling as if organic reflected some of the starlight. Gun turrets, locked down were a impressive monument to the intention of the ship, all of them looking nasty, ready to deal out pain and destruction upon the enemies of the Arrakis people, which at this time consisted solely of the Devorans. The Glory’s 8 Impulse Engines then fired, slowly accelerating her as a slipstream portal opened up in front of her. The Glory slipped into it gracefully leaving behind the former secret shipyards of Arrakis, now shattered hopes, dreams, debris, and bodies of the dead.*

Time: 09:34
Location: Deck 1 - Main Bridge


*Sweating slightly, Lewis Bean manipulated the controls on his console. Holding onto a yoke system, he turned and weaved the Glory through the patterns of slipstream. Appearing as ripples of energy racing along the ship, with the barest trace of the empty blankness of space mixed in with the dark blue of the slipstream dimension, it was a beautiful sight. Keeping a eye on the main display and on the controls, he kept the Glory on course. The slipstream drive, a wonder of technology, catapulting the ship at faster than light speeds required a organic touch. Only a few AI's in history were ever able to run a jump through slipstream, and those jumps were very short, unlike this one. Already an hour into the trip, Lewis Bean was feeling tired. Seeing and sensing a distortion ahead, he pulled the controls, sending Glory turning around it. Checking the progress map, he smiles at they near their destination. Sparing a second to hit a thumb switch, indicating the reversal of the Glory from slipstream speeds to sublight seeds, a low alarm goes off, and the lights all over the ship start flashing blue. Crewmembers casually set aside what they were doing and braced themselves. Watching his readouts, Lewis mentally counted down, then hit another thumb switch.*

Outside

*In the depths of space, a slipstream portal opened. Crackling with power from the dimension it linked to, such portals were rarely generated naturally. Unstable already, it took delicate systems to keep a portal stable long enough for a ship to exit or enter slipstream. This portal, generated unnaturally, crackled and weaved dangerously, then shrunk in upon itself, and spit out a ship, who's outer hull crackled with residual energies.*

Time: 09:40
Location: Deck 1 - Main Bridge


Summary
Time: 09:34
Location: Deck 1 - Main Bridge


*Sweating slightly, Lewis Bean manipulated the controls on his console. Holding onto a yoke system, he turned and weaved the Glory through the patterns of slipstream. Keep a eye on the main display and on the controls, he kept the Glory on course. The slipstream drive, a wonder of technology, catapulting the ship at faster than light speeds required a organic touch. Only a few AI's in history were ever able to run a jump through slipstream, and those jumps were very short, unlike this one. Already a hour into the trip, Lewis Bean was feeling tired. Seeing and sensing a distortion ahead, he pulled the controls, sending Glory turning around it. Checking the progress map, he smiles at they near their destination. Sparing a second to hit a thumb switch, indicating the reversal of the Glory from slipstream speeds to sublight seeds, a low alarm goes off, and the lights all over the ship start flashing blue. Crewmembers casually set aside what they were doing and braced themselves. Watching his readouts, Lewis mentally counted down, then hit another thumb switch.*

Outside

*In the depths of space, a slipstream portal opened. Crackling with power from the dimension it linked to, such portals were rarely generated naturally. Unstable already, it took delicate systems to keep a portal stable long enough for a ship to exit or enter slipstream. This portal, generated unnaturally, crackled and weaved dangerously, then shrunk in upon itself, and spit out a ship, who's outer hull crackled with residual energies.*

Time: 09:40
Location: Deck 1 - Main Bridge


*Picking himself up from the deck, Morgan groaned himself. Slipstream exits were also a bit jarring, however this one was particularly nasty at least to him. Looking around, Morgan blinked as he saw the rest of the bridge staff pick themselves up, a few nursing minor bruises. Looking at the viewscreen, Morgan swore as he saw the distant flashes of battle, something that they all saw far to often, from both in close and person to far out. Judging from the gasps of the other crewmembers, Morgan figured that they to saw the battle. The shock lasted only for a second before they jumped to their duties.*

Kyle Carter: “All hands, battle-stations. All stations, we are at condition-red, all hands report to battle-stations.”

Kate Perrin: “Initiating communications tap of all channels, it’s a mess out there sir, jamming, counter-jamming, communications on top of communications.”

Hubart Riggs: “Beginning snap-charging of main weapons. Torpedo crew loading a alpha salvo now.”

[Comm from Engineering] Iris MeClain: “No damage from the bumpy reentry, shields are up and at 100%.”

Tara Dudoc: “Beginning sensor scan, attempting to see who’s involved out there. Whoa, I’m picking up a LOT of subspace and slipstream fluctuations, something bad happened here with a slipstream core, causing ripples, which caused our painful reentry into normal space.”

Incom Morgan: “Will we be able to jump back out?”

Tara Dudoc: “Certainly, the side-effects of whatever happened are already mostly gone, we just had bad timing that’s all. Working on sensor scans.”

*Smiling as the crew smoothly went from casual alertness to full battle-readiness, Morgan’s expression was then washed out as the main lights dimmed out, with the red battle-lights activating, highlighting the controls and making them easier to see. With his dark black pants, dark blue and brown tunic, Morgan appeared almost invisible except for his face. Walking in front of his command chair, Morgan activated the tactical holodisplay. Instantly a wire-frame hologram appeared of the immediate sector, complete with all spatial bodies and ships. To the side was a massive spacestation, and slowly leaving it were five giant ships, escorted by multiple smaller ships. Farther away was a assortment of concordats being assaulted by a variety of capital ships, with tiny dots representing fighters dancing all about. The battle, going on for some time as battles go already claimed casualties judging by how some of the ships moves, and how some objects were being listed as debris instead of active ship, yet it showed no sign of abating yet.*

Incom Morgan: “Who are the hostiles there people, I want identifications. Lewis Bean, take us to full impulse, I don’t want us to be a sitting duck.”

Dorothy: ”Preliminary analysis indicates that one group of ships are Devoran in design. The rest are from a variety of worlds, however they all appear to be united against the Devoran’s.”

Tara Dudoc: “I’m guessing that those big ships leaving the station are the world-ships Bakan mentioned.”

Kate Perrin: “Confirmed, those ships are the worldships. Communications intercepts indicates that while moderately shielded, they are completely unarmed. Sir, they are holding 3 billion people.”

Incom Morgan: “Helm, change course, full flank speed towards the world ships. Kate Perrin, get me captain Bakan on communications.”

Tara Dudoc: “About that sir, I can’t seem to locate his ships anywhere… wait…. Oh no……”

*Grabbing the sides of the tactical hologram as the Glory’s impulse engines fired, turning her towards the battle itself, Morgan looked at the stricken look on Tara Dudoc’s face. He had a sinking suspicion what had happened, for judging by the battle, ships had already been lost. However suspicions needed to be confirmed.*

Incom Morgan: “What is it?”

Tara Dudoc: “I’ve detected the log recorder from the Firestorm.”

Dorothy: ”Beginning download of log data now.”

*Signing as Dorothy spoke, Morgan hung his head down. If the Firestorm’s log recorder was launched, then she was close to being destroyed. That was the golden rule, only launch the beacon when you were about to be killed, and saw no other option. In addition seeing no sign of the ships on sensors practically confirmed his suspicions that they were the last Arrakis ship out there.*

Dorothy: ”Logs downloaded… beginning analysis… Captain, as you humans would say, “Shit”, the logs indicate that the Redemption was destroyed, the shockwave taking out the Nightwing and crippling the Firestorm. As of that point I have no more info on the demise of the Firestorm. Working on going through the rest of the logs.”

*Staring deep at the tactical hologram, Incom Morgan felt the stares of his crew behind him. The loss of Captain Bakan’s fleet meant that they were truly on their own finally. No more reinforcements from Arrakis, no more shipyards to conduct repairs and to build new ships. No more bases to go rest, to have fun at. No more history, and no more culture. Watching the battle unfold, despair started to enter Morgan’s mind as he gave into the despair that had been eating him up from the inside, and he flashed back to his dream, the dream that haunted his nights since the Arrakis homeworld fell to the Devorans. The dream that kept him awake, made him dread sleeping, driving him closer and closer to the border of insanity. Staring at the worldships holographical representations, Morgan thought about the women, children, elderly who were burned alive by the Devoran weapons, captured by them and assimilated into the Devoran collective, or hiding out, cowering in fear, dreading what may happen, and rightly so. But now he was staring at the images of 3 billion people, women, children, a chance for a new beginning. On those ships was the chance for a new culture to be made, a new history to be created. Bases would be built, allowing crews time to rest and relax, to have fun. Shipyards would provide a place for new ships to be built, to travel out and explore, and to repair ships that fought to preserve peace and freedom of free thought. On those worldships, there was hope. As he felt hope start to enter the darkness of his mind, Incom Morgan felt himself fight against the despair, fight against the pain of loss, fight against the darkness. Pulling himself up straight, he smiled and looked at the various officers, looking at him, awaiting orders, and never doubting him for a moment. Nodding around to each and every single one of them in turn, Morgan smiled more, and felt for the first time the demons haunting him fall to the back of his mind, for now defeated and no longer control him. Taking a deep breath, Incom Morgan started to speak to his staff.*

Incom Morgan: “Our culture may be lost, our worlds destroyed, out people killed, but we are ALIVE! As long as we are alive, there is hope, which is something that will last until we are stone-cold dead. Our race may be lost, but out there is a chance for others to live, who value free thought. It is our duty of sentient beings to rise up against the Devoran menace, to show them the mistake they made, and to kick their sorry asses straight into the nearest black hole! Alert all stations, we are going into battle. We will be fighting for the future of humanity, and we will never give up!”

*During the middle of his speech, apparently someone tapped the ship-wide intercom, so as Morgan finished, he heard the dull echo’s of his voice reverberating throughout the ship. Holding his breath, he hear another dull roar, the cheers of the crew. Smiling as they cheered, including the officers, Morgan pumped his fists once in the air, feeling within him the dedication of the crew to the fight, dedication to provide those 3 billion people the chance for a new life, and hope to defeating the Devoran’s once and for all.*

Incom Morgan: “Let’s get to work people!”

Time: 09:51
Location: Deck 4 – Main Armory


*The footsteps of Marines was clearly audible as they ran into the Armory. Many of them were just awakened by the alarms indicating the order to report to battle stations, thus many of the marines were wearing only their sleep clothes. Luckily for them their lockers contained full sets of clothing as well as all the equipment that they need. With precision skill they ran to their lockers. Opening them they reached inside and started pulling out body armor and pulling it on. The armor, a weave of light metal and energy reflective fibers was light and durable to both physical and energy weapons, design to provide decent protection against a wide range of weapons. Covering all but the hands and feet of people, they provided maximum freedom of movement. Once their armor was on, they pulled out their weapons of choice, many of them grabbing IMODS or plasma rifles, with a few grabbing more exotic weapons. Supervising them all was Matt McClane, a tall imposing man, who’s sole eye glared at all the Marines under his control.*

Matt McClane: “You ****ing fool, put down that rocket launcher, any action this mission will be shipbound, you will punch a ****ing hole in the hull with that baby!”

*The marine, a shocked look on his face put back the launcher, and instead grabbed a IMOD hand cannon, wielding it with a odd look on his face. Matt McClane shared the Marines confusion, the new weapons fresh from R&D could apparently be used freely on the Devorans, without fear of them being able to adapt to them. As with any new weapon, there was a period of breaking them in, getting used to the various subtleties of it, and what conditions it would be best to use the weapon in. The Marines also grabbed short swords and strapped them on, for they were all trained well in their use, and in some cases, especially against shielded foes, a sword would be more effective than other weapons. Matt McClane himself pulled on his custom body armor, with 2 short swords strapped to his back, their handles worn with extensive use. Cracking his neck, he put on the helmet and latched it. Testing his comm., he grunted to himself and looked over the rest of the Marines. Seeing most of the Marines finishing up loading up on weapons and armor, and waves to them. As one they ran out into the ship, heading towards their battle-stations, where they would stay on guard, helping out wherever possible.*

Time: 09:51
Location: Deck 30 - Main Engineering


*Iris McClain stood by the main engineering console, watching the personal run about. Already were several Advance Damage Control Teams standing around, their comprehensive toolkits on their backs, along with their light space-suits and helmets easily setting them apart. Since they were skilled in in-combat repairs, it only made sense to keep them at the heart of the ship. Keeping at eye at the power levels, Iris took a moment to look behind her. Behind her was a tall guardrail and beyond that, several dozen feet down was the complete tri-slipstream core system. One slipstream core was considered enough for most capital ships, yet the designers of the Glory class dreadnaughts decided to give her a massive power reserve, thus a completely revolutionary tri-slipstream core design was created. The ship itself could run on only one slipsteam core alongside the banks of impulse engines, but the extra power gave extra options while in combat and in other missions as well. Crackling with power, Iris McClain double-checked the emergency thruster set on her waist, in case she was thrown over the guardrail, and then continued to yell at her staff. The staff, already practically three people to every station concentrated their attention on their stations, to which Iris McClain smiled at, for it showed they were properly focused on their duties on hand. They all also wore the emergency thruster sets, with some of them carrying tools, and all of them armed with a short sword and a light plasma pistol. Many of them though Iris wouldn’t trust to be able to hit the side of a dragon fighter, yet the light plasma pistols would hurt a enemy and not damage most equipment if a blast accidentally struck them. Waiting for the orders, Iris reached towards her collar where a small pendant hung on a necklace, and clutched it tightly, the only remains of her dead husband at the hands of the Devorans. Everything she did as of now was to avenge his death, and to avenge the deaths of everyone that had fallen thus far.*

Time: 09:51
Location: Deck 7 - Main Sickbay


*Helping up an unlucky ensign, who’s right arm clicked and whirred, Trisha McCoy swore under her breath. Not at the ensign of course, but that the need of the rest of the crew to get so gung-ho about the battle. The ensign actually was innocent, a faulty anti-gravity lift caused the ensign to fall and break his arm, which was already mechanical. Feeling more and more like a mechanic rather than a doctor, Trisha McCoy was tired of attaching mechanical limbs. As the ensign ran off to his battle-station, already shaking off the sleepiness for he was sleeping at the repaired arm re-adapted to the nerve signals. Looking around, Trisha McCoy sighed. At least the advance medical bay on the Glory was the equal to any field hospital. Each bed was cleared off, the diagnostic sensors ready to scan the patient placed onto the bed. Surgical equipment, ranging from bio-foam to laser scalpels to lung/heart bypass devices were on trays next to each bed, attached magnetically to prevent them from falling if the ship started to shake. Off to the side was the main surgical bay, with several large operating tables complete with holographical overlays and a full assortment of surgical tools. The nurses and other doctors stood by, adjusting tools, preparing themselves for the onrushing of wounded. Off to the side stood the emergency medical hologram. Trisha McCoy shuddered slightly as she looked at the hologram. Devoid of personality unlike the AI Dorothy, it made a good assistant, and in some emergency cases, a doctor, yet people complained that it’s bedside manner was even worse than hers. Still, if what Captain Incom Mogran said was true, then she would need every hand that knew medical knowledge at work. Watching several MASH teams move out, each with several anti-gravity stretchers and emergency first-aid equipment, Trisha McCoy hoped that the battle would be quick and over without to many wounded, yet she doubted that. Pulling out from under her belt a small flask, she took a sip from it, and jumped up as the damned Emergency Medical Hologram appeared behind her.*

EMH: ”Dr. Trisha McCoy, I’m relieving you of duty due to intoxication under Arrakis regulation 56.85.23s, Paragraph 3, which states “In combat situations, if any medical personal is found to consume mind-altering substances they will be relieved of duty pending a court marshal.””

*Sighing, Trisha McCoy turned and flicked the flask at the Emergency Medical Hologram. The drops splashed on the solid hologram, who’s special generators were located in all sections of the ship. She knew that the Emergency Medical Hologram would analyze the substance she splashed on it for the “court-marshal” and waited.*

EMH: ”Analyzing substance, contains Oxygen, Hydrogen, trace particles found commonly on shipboard environments, conclusion, water.”

Trisha McCoy: “Yes you dumb EMH, I was drinking WATER! You know essential for human life, of course I’m not stupid enough to have some whisky before combat. Go prepare yourself, we will be swarmed here soon enough.”

*Chuckling as the EMH simply turned away, Trisha McCoy took one more swig from the flask. It was not the first time she was asked about the contents of it, but it was especially fun to do it to Emergency Medical Holograms especially for they could not comprehend at first that a flask would be used for holding simple water. Tucking the flask under her belt, Trisha frowned as she saw Rebecca I. Peters walk by. The morgue officer was an unwelcome sight, for that meant someone had lost the final fight, yet a necessary evil. It was rumored that she loved her job, working with the dead, for as one person said he thought he overheard say “I like working with the dead, I can’t mess up”. Still, in the middle of combat, the dead would need to be cleared away, and Rebecca and her small staff were very well trained in that grisly art. Nodding to Rebecca, who smiled and turned towards the Morgue, ready to drag the corpses off the beds to both clear them off for other patients and to toss them into stasis for preservation and autopsy if needed. Knowing that the medical bay was as ready as they would ever be, Trisha McCoy settled down for the worst part about a battle, the long wait before the first shots are fired.*

Time: 09:51
Location: Deck 40 – Dragon Fighter Hangers


*Pulling up the bright orange jumpsuit, Corran Kline tuned out the blaring alarms going off. Designed to be loud and annoying, they were designed to grab the attention of the fighter pilots, to wake them up and get them moving. Attaching the emergency life-support module to his chest, Corran Kline flicked the main switch on and off, and upon seeing the lights activating smiled. The suit and module were designed to keep a pilot alive if they had to eject in combat, yet would only keep the pilot alive for at best 30 minutes before they succumbed to extreme cold and lack of oxygen. In even bigger battles, the odds of rescue decreased significantly, thus it was looked upon by many pilots as a mixed blessing and curse, but by law it was required that all pilots would use the suits and modules. Grabbing his helmet, Corran Kline took off on a run from the locker room towards the fighters. Attaching his helmet and strapping it and pulling on his gloves on the run, Corran Kline looked at the small hatchways that led to each individual fighter. Reaching the hatchway that led to his fighter, Corran jumped in. Grabbing the ladder, Corran slid down it and landed on top of his fighter. Sparing a half-second to look over the fighter, Corran smiled. The 4 Quad Lasers already had their gunners manning them, who gave him thumbs-up. The Dragon itself was painted a dull black, with a row of teeth painted at the front, against regulations of course, but no one seemed to be wanted to yell at the pilots for such decorations. Right below the teeth were white paintings of ships, each one only a centimeter across, filling most of the lower jaw of the fighter. Each one represented a enemy fighter that had been destroyed, and if the fates were willing, many more paintings would be added after today. Jumping into the cockpit, Corran pulled down the top of the cockpit, and sealed it with a series of switched. Looking to the side to see his co-pilot already there, Corran nodded and ran through the pre-flight routine. Within seconds all lights came up green, indicating that the fighter was working at 100%. Smiling, he thumb up’s his co-pilot, who returns the gesture, indicating he reads the same. Activating the engines, the fighter, horizontal with the ship, tilts downward as the docking clamps aim it for the hatchway to open space. Slowly the hatchway opens up, exposing open space, and the flickers of light indicating the death of ships. Cracking his knuckles, Corran flicked the communicator online.*

Corran Kline: “This is Wing Commander Corran Kline to all fighters and fighter commanders. Stand-by for orders from command, I’m betting we will be ordered to snap-launch soon. Good luck, fly true.”

*Flicking the switch, Corran took a deep breath, activated the holographical heads-up displays, and waited for the launch orders.*

Time: 09:51
Location: Deck 15 – Police Cruiser Bay #1


*Erin Gehnam strapped herself into her chair on her police carrier. A ship that could have a full command staff was a special design that was stripped down and redesign to operate on a skeleton crew and provide fire support for friendly vessels. The model on the Glory were designed for both anti-fighter and anti-capital with a full rack of 6 Quantum Torpedo launchers. Watching as the readouts on her station flashed full operational capacity on all system, Erin grabbed the helm controls and turned on the viewport. Flickering on, all she could see was the dull blackish hull of the Glory itself. The two cruisers were designed to be docked on either side of the Glory, with the ability to launch rapidly away from her in a surprise move. But for now, all that the cruisers were capable of doing was launch their own assortment of fighters and fire their anti-fighter defenses.*

*Seeing that there was nothing for her to do, for the rest of her crew were already hard at work with their duties, Erin closed her eyes. Instantly she felt the presence of her twin sister Sarah Gehnam onboard the other police carrier. As young girls they were tested to have some kind of “link” with each other, where they could at will sense each other, even communicate. While the Arrakis military frowned upon siblings serving on the same ship, the ability of the Gehnam twins to communicate with each other with means outside of conventional methods was deemed enough to warrant the risk of both of them being killed. In addition considering the many years of experiments that the two underwent by the Arrakis military, many of them painful and invasive, the sisters thought it was only fair that the military owed them several times over. The destruction of the Arrakis system essentially mooted that point, but still the Gehnam sisters were happy with their small victory. As it was, they had already used their ability to create new tactics and surprise their enemies. Knowing that strangely enough her sister was thinking the same thing, the two at the same time came to the conclusion to focus on shipboard communications, and await launch orders, while having their crews prepare their meager defenses and their considerable offensives, for knowing battle, they would come unpredictably and sudden.*

Time: 09:51
Location: Deck 1 – Main Bridge


*On the bridge itself, Lewis Bean strapped himself in, and adjusted his visor over his face. To him, he was out in empty space, able to see in nearly all directions, with various displays hovering around his peripheral vision. He saw the giant worldships take form first, for they were the largest ships in the combat zone. A work of beauty they were, large, smooth, and apparently from the slow rate that they were accelerating, heavily loaded with either refugees or equipment. It was their slow speed that was allowing the Glory to streak in towards them and the fighters that were ever so rapidly streaking towards the worldships. Hubart Riggs communicated with the gunnery crews, while beginning targeting locks on hostiles. Tara Dudoc appeared to be working with Dorothy on sensor and targeting data. At the center of the bridge, watching the tactical hologram stood Incom Morgan, thinking furiously. Watching a large group of red blips break off Morgan sword.*

Incom Morgan: “Tara Dudoc, please don’t tell me I just saw a group of enemy fighters break away and preparing to make a run on the worldships.”

Tara Dudoc: “You are right sir, a large assortment of enemy fighters are inbound on a attack vector. Initial sensor analysis confirmed, the worldships have no weapons to speak of.”

Dorothy: ”Only a small number of ships are available to provide defense to the worldships, but I would estimate that they have .57% chance of deflecting enough of the attack to prevent the worldships from suffering damage.”

Incom Morgan: “Okay people, this is the game plan we were given, let’s play. Lewis Bean, full speed towards those fighters, with a overall trajectory taking us towards the Devoran Command Carrier, full flank speed. Kyle Carter, order all fighters to launch, along with our 4 Gunboats. Hold our carriers in close for now, but launch their fighters as well.”

Kyle Carter: “Aye sir, fighters launching.”

*Outside in space, the open fighter hatchways suddenly shoot out fighters. Once they clear the ship, they neatly pivot in space and form up in formations based on ship type. Dragon Squadron, consisting of 12 Dragon Heavy fighters took point, the 4 quad cannons swiveling in space. Escorting them were 12 Samurai Medium fighters and the 4 Gun Boats, with 12 Jupiter Class fighters taking up the rear, with the Glory following shortly behind. Forming around the racing Glory in four 12 fighter squadrons were slipsteam light fighters. Around the fighters, space flickered somewhat as they all raised their shields and their weapon ports started to glow with recessed power, waiting for the opportunity to unleash their firepower again the enemy. As they finished deploying, Incom Morgan smiled and tapped a switch on the tactical hologram that linked him right to engineering.*

Incom Morgan: “Iris McClain, disengage the slipstream cores from FTL travel, and reroute the additional power, safely of course, into our shields and weapon systems.”

[Comm From Engineering] Iris McClain: ”Gotcha, rerouting the power now, hope that you like it there. Of course you know that until we take that power back, we can’t jump into slipstream anytime soon, and even then we will need some extra time to get enough energy built up to make a safe jump to slipstream.”

Incom Morgan: “Roger that, I understand.”

*Deactivating the link, Incom Morgan stared at the tactical display as another ship appeared, the Glory racing towards the worldships.*

Incom Morgan: “Hubart Riggs, arm a full salvo of Cluster missiles. I want them to fire, swing away from us, deploy then race towards the far ends of the enemy fighter formations, and explode, hopefully killing many of them.”

Hubart Riggs: “Yeah, and boxing them in with explosions while we crash the party via the middle as well, right?

Incom Morgan: “Of course. We will follow through using our pulse phasers tied into the particle array and the gatling phaser 9 to target enemy fighters as we punch through. That should break apart their formation enough to buy the worldships some time to get additional fighter cover.”

Kate Perrin: “But what about the overall trajectory you mentioned?”

Incom Morgan: “Ah yes, by that point we should have some nice speed, thus we will fly right towards the Devoran Command Carrier and unload a full Alpha strike upon her nose and break away. Kyle Carter, order all fighters to form up as thus, Dragons to take far aft, with remaining fighters and gunboats escorting them. Once we pass enter the enemy fighters formation, all but the Dragons will split away by wing-pairs and engage enemy fighter targets of opportunity. The Dragons will accelerate past us and launch a initial strike against the Devoran Command Carrier, then break away towards her aft end, with us then following with the alpha strike and pulling away towards her aft as well.”

Kate Perrin: “Risky that sounds. Not to mention we leave our aft open to enemy fighters it sounds like.”

Incom Morgan: “Yes it is, but it should allow us to do significant damage to the enemy formations. As for the enemy fighters, that would be good, for it would mean less heading towards the worldships. If we are lucky, our fighter pilots will be able to hold them off until further reinforcements arrive. Hubart Riggs, you got all that?”

Hubart Riggs: “Yeah, we can do it, programming cluster missiles for the initial firing. Reflex Missiles and Corbomite missiles are being pulled out of deep storage and loaded, will take extra time.”

Incom Morgan: “Good, Tara Dudoc, begin a full series of scans on all hostile vessels. Use every scanning method and equipment you have at your disposal, ask Dorothy to help out as well. I want to know everything about those enemy ships, especially things like weapons points and the like.”

Tara Dudoc: “I’ll try, will be hard.”

Incom Morgan: “Do your best, time till weapons range of enemy fighters?”

Tara Dudoc: “Approximately 2 minutes at full impulse, with the Devoran Command Carrier 3 minutes from now.”

Incom Morgan: “Arm all quantum torpedoes, lock them onto…”

Dorothy: ”WAIT!!!!! Don’t use the missiles!!

Hubart Riggs: “What you babbling about there Dorothy?”

Incom Morgan: “We need our missiles and torpedoes.”

Dorothy: ”If you meatshields would have taken the time to go through the Firestorms log beacon records, you would realize that the Devoran’s have a anti-missile system that redirects all incoming missiles back to sender! Oh yeah, I forgot you meatshields can’t go through all those logs in the amount of time that I can.”

Hubart Riggs: “CRAP! **** those bastards!”

Incom Morgan: “Can we safeguard the missiles?”

Dorothy: ”It appears from the logs that they had some success with “dumb-firing” all projectile weapons, for the Devoran weapons seems based on hacking the projectiles targeting systems.”

Incom Morgan: “Hubart Riggs, can you fire our missiles without communicating with them?”

Hubart Riggs: “Look, this is tricky enough already….. BUT if we load the targeting data at the last minute manually, and rip out the communications relays in our missiles, we should be able to prevent them from being hacked.”

Incom Morgan: “Time to target?”

Tara Dudoc: “1 minute to fighters!”

Incom Morgan: “You have 45 seconds to get the cluster missiles rigged, MOVE IT!!”

Time: 09:58
Location: Deck 6 – Cluster Missile Torpedo Launcher #2


*Ensign Drake ran to the launcher port, his orders still bouncing in his head. Hubart Riggs was practically screaming at him to rip out the communication module from all cluster missiles and toss in a programmed targeting solution. Racing along he yelled at the other personal in the launcher to pull out the missiles. Reaching the first one, he slammed a fist on top of the warhead, opening the main hatch. As it popped open he looked in. Frowning he reaches in and pulls out the round transmitter/receiving module from the guts. Taking the datapad, he plugs it in, watches the transfer bar and yanks it out once a green light activates. Waving for the crew to get the warhead into the turret he sprints for the other warhead, the crew already opening the hatch. A quick flick of the hand to pull out the communications module and insert the data went smoothly, and Drake ran for the last warhead, seeing he only had 10 seconds. Time seemed to slow as he leaped for the warhead, the open access panel inviting him in. Sticking his hand in, he pulled out the communications module and jammed the data-pad in. The progress bar moved ever so slowly, until it finally finished. Pulling it out, Drake barely cleared his hand as the rest of the team dogged shut the access panel, and the warhead moved into the turret. As Drake sat to the ground, resting for a second he dimly hear the Cluster Missiles firing, and smiled.*


Time: 09:59
Location: Deck 1 – Main Bridge


*Sweating over the displays, Hubart Riggs watched, as the cluster missiles remained lit in red, indicating that they were not yet ready. Yelling at the chiefs in both turrets, he tried to mentally force them to move faster. Ever so slowly one warhead lit up green, then another, indicating they were ready to fire.*

Hubart Riggs: “Common……. Common…….”

*Watching another set light up green, Hubart Riggs prepares the pulse phasers, already receiving tactical data from Tara Dudoc, who was apparently using all the sensor resources available to provide him with the most amount of data available. The Gatling Phaser 9 on the top of the Glory was also ready. A revolutionary weapon, massive amounts of firepower being delivered in a method that made it perfect for anti-fighter and missile roles, along with anti-capital, with the capacity to overcharge itself for even more deadly strikes. For now however it was going to kill lots and lots of enemy fighters if the fates smiled upon them. Blinking, Hubart Riggs saw that all but one cluster missile was ready to fire. Swearing mentally, he forced the last one to finish, to be prepared to fire. He was happy at least he already gave orders for the same to be done to all quantum torpedoes. Looking he saw the light turn green, and slammed his hand against the firing control.*

*From each Cluster Missile Launcher, 3 cluster missiles fired for a rousing total of 6. They streaked along their pre-programmed paths, trailing hot plumes of fire as they speed towards their pre-programmed targets. As they closed in they suddenly separated, launching off so that instead of 6 missiles, now there are 24. Traveling right into the middle of the enemy formations, they strike fighters, creating massive explosions, or simply exploding once they reached their target zone. Devoran fighters ducked and weaved, attempting to avoid the explosions of debris created by the explosions destroying their friendly fighters, and in some very rare cases, bouncing into each other. The two main explosions, on either side of the large Devoran fighter formation served their purpose well, as in boxing them in and preventing them from maneuvering to the sides to escape the speed bullet of death that was the Glory.*

*Mentally cheering, Incom Morgan smiled as the Pulse Phasers and the Gatling Phaser 9 open fire, firing bright beams of lights into the enemy formations. It was a stupid tactic to rush at a enemy headfirst, but in this case it was a good thing. For one, the Devoran command carrier could not fire at the Glory without striking her own fighters. As for the enemy fighters themselves, they were unprepared for the Glory to be rushing at them at full speed. Thus it was that as the Glory flew in, the explosions confused the enemy fighter formation, making it better for the gunners to fire upon the remaining enemy fighters, a considerable number. Incom Morgan knew outright that they could not kill all the fighters without a prolonged battle, but breaking apart the formation would save the worldships for a time, allowing more friendly ships, ships that were better equipped for anti-fighter operations to come over and assist. But for the time being, they were one of the few defenses that the worldships have, and thus they would defend them.*

Tara Dudoc: “That’s odd… I’m detecting some kind of….. temporal signature appearing at the end of the Devoran Command Carrier.”

Incom Morgan: “Some kind of Devoran weapon?”

Tara Dudoc: “No….. more like, a temporal portal, SOMETHING is emerging! I’m detecting one ship, wait, 2, they are deploying fighters…they are opening fire into the Devoran Command Carrier’s aft end!”

Incom Morgan: “Obviously friendly thankfully, should make our job a little easier.”

Kate Perrin: “I’m receiving a transmission from the captain of the ship, identifying himself as a captain “Julian Pierce” of the “temporal timeship Kronos”. He’s asking for any information and for assistance.”

Incom Morgan: “Send the following transmission to him: “Captain, this is the Glory of the Arrakis survivors, we are assaulting the front of the command carrier, if possible send some fighter cover to the worldships, for they are under assault. Once we make our assault, we should form up at the aft of the command carrier and assault from there as well. As for intelligence, we are in the dark as well. Good luck!”

Kate Perrin: “Message composed and sent sir, you think he will listen?”

Incom Morgan: “We shall see.”

*Barreling through the fighters, the Glory continued to fire the pulse phasers, the gatling phaser 9, and all her anti-fighter and anti-missile defenses, along with the anti-fighter defenses on the carriers. As she flew through creating a hole of destruction, the slipstream fighters peel away by wingpairs. Trained to cover each over, they picked their targeted and opened fire on them, maneuvering all over the place to avoid being shot down themselves. Using their great speed, great maneuverability and overall small size the ducked and weaved through the enemy fighters, firing at them at will, sending bits of and pieces of them flying away via their own galting laser cannons. Following them was the Samurai and Jupiter fighters, heavier for they are more multi-purpose than slipstreams, but no less deadly to enemy fighters. Relying more on heavier firepower than maneuverability, the Samurai and Jupiter squadrons trailed out, also on wingpairs, taking on the Devoran fighters. The Dragons meanwhile fire their engines, accelerating past the Glory, their own Anti-Fighter defenses firing at any enemy fighter that got to close for comfort.*

*Flying alongside, then passing past the Glory wiggling the wings up in down in salute, the Dragon Heavy Bombers barreled roll, and pulled down towards the Devoran Command Carrier. The carrier, obviously possessing a somewhat intelligent crew, recognized the danger of any bomber class fighter posed, and thus opened up on the bombers with anti-fighter weapons. The bomber however were well aware that they essentially had a giant holographical sign saying “SHOOT ME” and were already dodging as best a fighter can. Firing the anti-missile defenses they rolled and twisted, while maintaining their trajectory towards the Devoran Command Carrier. Getting closer and closer, their Meta-Phasic shields absorbed any weapons that happened to strike them, until finally they were practically on top of the Devoran Command carrier shields. Switching all projectile weapons from guided to dumb fire, the bomber started their attack run with a volley of Quantum Torpedoes. The torpedoes, already at point-blank range nearly instantly strike the shields of the Devoran Command Carrier, which absorb the blasts. Undeterred the Dragon fighters continue, and drop their deadly payload of bombs. The bombs, ejected via bottom mounted launchers fly towards the shields of the Devoran Command carrier. As soon as all the bombs were launched, the Dragons fired their afterburners and streak away, just as the first of the bombs strike the shields of the Devoran Command Carrier. A series of rippling explosions consume the forward end of the Devoran Command Carrier, hiding her from view both visually and sensors. The Dragon fighters open fire with their quads into the Devoran Command Carrier as they travel towards her aft end.*

*As the Dragons pass away, on each side of the Glory, thrusters fire, and the two escort carriers pull away. Working in coordination as if under the piloting of one mind, which was essentially true for the Gehnam sisters, the carriers pulled away, and fired their 12 combined total quantum torpedo launchers. As they fired, they turned away to opposite sides, then the space around them started to ripple, and the two escort vessels vanished from view as they activated their cloaking devices and vanished from both visual and exotic sensor systems. The sisters smiled to each other mentally and piloted their carriers behind the devoran command carrier, for without the need to communicate via traditional means, they could work out entire battle plans while under cloak and hidden.*

*Despite the waves of explosions from the Dragon fighters attack runs and the escort carriers own volley of warheads, Incom Morgan knows that the Devoran Command Carrier is still a deadly foe. Thus as he chops his hand own to fire all weapons he does so without hesitation or delay. The entire ship at that instant literally stops and shudders as the full compliments of firepower onboard the Glory is fired into the Devoran command carrier. First off are the Heavy IMOD cannons. The IMOD cannons were technology fresh from R&D before Arrakis was destroyed. Designed to be used against species with strong shielding technology, the cannons fired blasts that were able to bypass the shields to strike the hull itself. As a extra bonus they caused both physical damage and EMP damage. The only cost was that compared to similar class weapons, the amount of damage cause was lower, but for the ability to bypass shields t least partially, it was enough for them to be put into production. As they fired, the Hellbore cannons fired, launching plasma projectiles towards the shields. The Nova Cannons also spat out their destructive beams, with 5 bright red fusion beams firing and dancing another the front of the Devoran Command Carrier. Finally the 2 Quad blaster Cannons and 2 Quad IMOD cannons open fire as the Quantum torpedoes fire their deadly payloads. The Quantum torpedoes by this point were configured to be fired dumb-fire, preventing them from their course being changed except via physical means. As they fired they flew on great streaks of flame, with their programming telling them to only go straight, and thus they fly straight and true into the front end of the Devoran command carrier, adding even more to the explosions that rippled and danced along the front of the Devoran command carrier, causing damages and destruction, and hopefully lots of death inside the devoran command carrier, for that was what they all deserved, death, the more painful the better in the eyes of the Arrakis survivors. That is why none of them even think twice about firing all of their weapons into the devoran command carrier, why none of them think twice about killing every single one of the bastards where they stood, no matter who or what they used to be.*

Incom Morgan: “Status?”

Hubart Riggs: “Main weapons fired, Reflex Phaser 10 still charging, I have teams custom fitting our reflex missiles and corbormite missile to be fired without using any sensor or targeting data, they should be ready for launch soon.”

Tara Dudoc: “Scanning the devoran command carrier with full array of sensors, hopefully I’ll be able to pick up something, along with seeing how much damage we caused. Hopefully lots, and lots more on top of that.”

Lewis Bean: “Still at full flank speed, turning over the Devoran command carrier now.”

*The Glory’s weapon ports, drained for a few seconds as their capacitors recharged after the massive alpha strike relied on her anti-fighter and anti-missile defenses to hold off the enemy fights, still moving with great speed up and over the devoran command carrier. Forming up alongside her are the Dragon fighters, their quad’s still firing at the devoran command carrier and any enemy fighter that decided it would be a good idea to get close. In the far distance were the rest of the Glory’s fighters, still playing their deadly game of tag with devoran enemy fighters. Giant explosions marked their victories or failures as the fighters explosively released their contents into the void of space. Passing over the aft end of the devoran command carrier, the Glory turned gracefully to form up with the other new arrival’s ships, Captain Julian Pierce, adding in her anti-fighter and anti-missile defenses to kill any enemy fighter that tried to make a run on any of the ships.*

Summary
  • Jump into system and notice the battle, and determine who is involved.
  • Crew finds out about Captain Bakan’s lost fleet.
  • Captain Incom Morgan gives a rousing speech to motivate the crew.
  • Ship is brought to Red-Alert status, raising all shields and arming weapons.
    • Reflex Phaser 10 starts charging up.
    • Advance Damage Control Teams deploy to all decks to prepare for damages
    • MASH Teams deployed to all decks to prepare for wounded.
    • All Marines, SSS, ST troops are armed and deployed to all decks to prepare for possible boarding actions.
  • All fighters deployed (12 Dragon, 12 Samurai, 4 Gun Boat, 48 Slipstream (split into 4 squadrons of 12 fighters), 12 Jupiter) and form up around the glory by shiptype.
  • Slipstream Drives disengaged from FTL travel, with their energies rerouted into Shields and Weapons.
  • Glory accelerates towards enemy fighters that are inbound towards the World ships, with a overall trajectory to bring it in front of the Devoran Command Carrier.
  • Begin full series of scans using every sensor add-on to analyze all hostile ships to determine weak points, communications, and how to stop their anti-missile system.
  • All missiles and torpedoes have their communications systems yanked out manually to prevent hostile takeover.
  • 6 Cluster Missiles fired, programmed to fly towards the sides of the enemy Devoran fighter formation, separate and explode, creating a chain reaction series of explosions to box in enemy fighters.
  • Particle Array #1 (10 Pulse Phasers) and Gatling Phaser 9 follow up, targeting all enemy fighters, along with all Anti-Fighter defenses on the Glory and the docked carriers. The fire is designed to break apart the enemy formation, buying the worldships time to get some additional defences.
  • All Slipstream (48), Jupiter (12), Samurai (12), GunBoats (4) break away to engage enemy fighters, flying by wingpairs (2 fighters working together).
  • Dragon Fighters accelerate past Glory, and initiate run on the Devoran Command Carrier, firing all their Quantum Torpedoes dumbfire, and flying close to her shields and drop their bombs and accelerating away to regroup with Glory.
  • Glory snap-deploys both Carriers, which hold on either side.
  • Glory and Carriers fire full Alpha Strike against Devoran Command Carrier with the following weapons:
    • Glory
      • 5 Fusion Cannons
      • 5 Hellbore Cannons
      • 5 Heavy IMOD Cannons
      • 5 Nova Cannons
      • 2 Quad Blaster Cannons (With Rapid Fire)
      • 2 Quad IMOD Cannons (With Rapid Fire)
      • 6 Quantum Torpedoes Turrets
    • Carrier #1
      • 6 Quantum Torpedoes Turrets
    • Carrier #2
      • 6 Quantum Torpedoes Turrets
  • Glory pulls up and away, passing over the top of the Devoran Command Carrier to form up with Inspectre’s ship.

And now, for the specs on the Glory itself
  • Ship Class Glory Class Dreadnaight
  • Ships Hull
    • Dreadnaught
  • Engines - FTL
    • 3x Slipstream Drive - 2 Additional - FREE
  • Engines - Sublight
    • 8x Impulse Drive - 8 Additional
    • Impulse Drive (Tied into Gatling Phaser 9) - 1 Additional
    • 4x Fusion Drive (Tied into Gravometric Defence Grid) - 4 Additional
    • 2x Fusion Drives (Tied into AFDIII) - 2 Additional
  • Hull
    • Bio Organinc Hull Armour - 1 Additional
    • Phased Colapsium Hull Armour - 1 Additional
  • Shields
    • Vorlon Shields - 10 Shield
    • Gravometeric Defence Grid - 10 Shield
    • Meta-Phasic Shields - 6 Shield
    • 5x Meta Shielding (Tied into Gravometeric Shields) - 4 Shield - 1 Additional
  • Weapons - Energy
    ((70 Turret) * 2 (Twin Turret Upgrade) + 4 (Additional Slots) = 144
    • Particle Array #1 - 10 Turret
    • 10x Pulse Phasers (Tied into Particle Array #1) - 20 Turret
    • 5x Fusion Cannons - 15 Turret
    • 5x Hellbore Cannons - 20 Turret
    • 5x Heavy IMOD Cannon - 20 Turret
    • 5x Nova Cannons - 15 Turret
    • 2x Quad Blaster Cannon - (With Rapid Fire Option) - 10 Turret
    • 2x Quad IMOD Cannon - (With Rapid Fire Option) - 10 Turret
    • 2x Anti Fighter Defence III - 12 Turret
    • 3x Anti Missile Defence III - 12 Turret
  • Weapons - Projectile
    • 6x Quantam Torpedoes (2 Shot per Mount) - 6 External
    • 2x Cluster Missile (3 Shot per Mount) - 2 External
    • 2x Reflex Missile (1 Shot per 2 Mounts) - 4 External
    • Corbamite Missile (1 Shot per Mount) - 1 External
  • Weapons - Super
    • Gatling Phaser 9 - FREE
    • Reflex Phaser 10 - FREE
  • Fighters
    • 12x Dragon Class Heavy Bomber - Built In / 10 External
    • 12x Samurai Class Medium Fighter - 12 External
    • 4x Gun Boat - 8 External
    • 3x Assault Shuttle - 3 External
    • 48 Slipstream Fighters - 12 External
  • Accessories
    • Advanced AI Ships Computer - 1 Additional
    • Advanced AI Upgrade - 1 Additional
    • Emergency Medical Hologram - 1 Additional
    • Advanced Tactics Computer - 1 Additional
    • Advanced Tactics Computer Upgrade - 1 Additional
    • Sensor Array - 1 Additional - 1 External
    • Deflector Dish - 1 Additional
    • Lateral Sensor Array - 1 Additional - 1 External
    • ADMD - Advanced Med bay - 1 Additional
    • Advavced Engineering Bay - 2 Additional
    • Phase Scanners - 1 Additional
    • Astrometrichs - 4 Additional
    • Advanced Science Labs (ASL) - 2 Additional
    • Security Stations - 2 Additional
    • Armoury - 2 Additional
    • Command Bridge - 6 Additional
    • Advanced Flight Control - 4 Additional
    • Twin Turrets Upgrade - 4 Additional
  • Police Cruiser #1
    • Class - Escort Carrier
    • Impulse Drive
    • 4 Turret Mount - AFD II
    • 6 External Mount - 6x Quantam Torpedoes
    • 4 Additional Mount - Crystaline Armour
    • Cloaking Device
    • 100 Tons Hold 100 Quantum Torpedoes
    • 6x Jupiter Class
  • Police Cruiser #2
    • Class - Escort Carrier
    • Impulse Drive
    • 4 Turret Mount - AFD II
    • 6 External Mount - 6x Quantam Torpedoes
    • 4 Additional Mount - Crystaline Armour
    • Cloaking Device
    • 100 Tons Hold 100 Quantum Torpedoes
    • 6x Jupiter Class
  • Cargo Space
    • 1000 Quantum Torpedoes 500 Tons
    • 300 Cluster Missile 100 Tons
    • 25 Reflex Missiles 50 Tons
    • 10 Corbanite Missile 10 Tons
  • Troops
    • 25x ST - Shock Troops 25 Tons
    • 25x Marines 25 Tons
    • 100x SSS (special space service) 100 Tons
    • 100x ADCT - Advanced Damage Control Teams 200 Tons
    • 20x - MASH - Field Hospital Comapny 100 Tons
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i'm still objecting to Bakan receiving this for free. I know I might not be entirely in a position to object to such things, due to having received 'freebies' etc myself, but this is too much, too fast, imho.

I'll probably write up a post with my arguments later... But he already got a massive freebie earlier on in the thread.
I understand he died and sacrificed his ships... And maybe LH still owes him a bit for taking some of his ideas, but a Dreadnaught, fully equipped and stocked (look at the bloody amount of troops and reloads) and with the two Police Cruiser vessel a Dreadie can carry...

I wonder if I will get an Attack Concordat if I sacrifice my current one. I mean, I have contributed to the thread too, giving ideas, races, ships... and so on...

Let me just shut up though.
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*ND wearily resigns himself to the fact that he's going to need to lengthen his own post in order to stay ahead of all these blasted monster posts being turned out by certain individuals...*

Edit: And I'm afraid I kind of have to agree with Fluffie on this one, Bakan. That is a pretty major freebie you've got there. I mean it wouldn't be too bad (seeing as in MSN conversation you told me that the last two ships had died as a matter of course in order for you to recieve this one), except you designed it yourself (iirc) and put a tonne of the most expensive stuff possible onto it. I mean the Police Cruisers alone have 100 Quantum Torpedo reloads apiece - that's 200,000 C worth of free kit right there. Crystalline Armour on both? That's another 200,000 C. Your police cruisers are worth half as much as my entire goddamn fleet, fs. And a thousand quantum torpedo reloads?! That's like a million credits! Your ammunition stores are worth more than my fleet!

Then again, I got a pretty freebie myself in the form of the Angels, and I didn't get the plot line for one of my threads recycled for this one, so this is slightly hypocritical of me. Nonetheless, to be fair, you have already had a free cruiser, and now you're getting a free dreadnaught, and this is all before the end of the first mission. Sure you lost your previous ships, but then that only really works to your advantage seeing as you not only get accreditted with the kills from overloading the slipstream drive thingy but also get a free, fully-equipped dreadnaught as well...

Now, getting freebies from LH in order to further the developement of your character's own personal plotline is, in my view, a perfectly acceptable thing; but getting a free ship you designed yourself...? I don't see how that helps the plot.

But then this may have been a bit premature of me. I mean what if we're all getting freebies like this? Then I'd sure look silly...
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dont worry there are certain things that are in development for all players........... call them freebies if you will........ trust me they are not

all will get some ..............

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Flag Ship - DEVASATOR - Super Carrier (7km long!)

20 shield Mounts
100 turret Mounts
130 external mounts
140 additional mounts
10 engine mount
35000 tonnes hold

but with space to carry 300 fighter types
you want to spend mounts on 300 light or 200 medium or 150 heavy


Shields (20):
Phase Shields (2)
Energy Shields (4)
Kinetic Shields (1)
Meta-Phasic Shields (6)
7 Meta Shielding (7)

Weapons (60+4=64):
8 Heavy Pulse Cannons (32)
16 Pulse Cannons (16)
16 Battle-Lasers (8)
32 Gatling Lasers (8)

"300 Free Fighters":
200 SA-23E Aurora
100 SA-26A Thunderbolt

External (30+20=50):
500 Alpha Class Lighter Fighters (50)

Additional (40):
20 External Mounts (20)
4 Weapon Mounts (4)

Heavy Armour Plating (1)
Colapsium Armoured Hull (1)

Sensor Array (2)
Lateral Sensor Array (4)

Advanced AI Ships Computer (1)
Advanced Tactics Computer (1)
Advanced Engineering Bay (2)
Flagship Command Bridge (N/A)
Flagship War/Tactics Room (N/A)


10 Cold Fusion Drives (4)

Engine (10):
Hyper Drive (10)

Also Carries 10 Gorgon Class Attack Frigates

this is the Flagship of the Fleet, please note the World Ships have no DEFENCE.........

DM TIME TO MISSION END - 5

Devoran Superweapons - 2 posts to charge

LET BATTLE COMMENCE

Battle Range - short

DEVORAN BOMBERS AND DRAGONS HAVE BROKEN THRU THE FIGHTERS AND COMMENCING RUN ON THE WORLD SHIPS

Devoran ships still regenertaing damage

Player Note - Battle is taking place 2 posts (2 light Seconds) away from the World Ships

FAGD - Damage Report

ADT - we are on it sir so far we have takien light hull damage

WO - targeting the Enemy Bombers - Damn they are fast

SO - OH S**T we are suffering geavy losses, Capt Bakan has been wiped out, Capt Urquan is also badley damaged, the list goes on

No1 - Takes the Data pad and shakes his head - Can we hope to survive this

FAGD - Damn we cannot let it all end here and now, not after so long

No1 - We are taking a pounding, we cannot take these losses, we need a bloody miracle

FAGD shoots a warning glance at her No1 - I will bot have that kind of talk on my ship, pull yourself together we all need to work together

meanwhile the Admiral reaches round to her back, near her bum and reaches for her "saturday night special" eg a Mk V Holdout Blaster

No1 - look at the futility of it a...........................................AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHH

there is a sound of a blaster firing, the bolt hits the No1 square in the head, what little of it remains that is - the body of the No1 falls to the ground

the bridge crew looked shocked, and then they smile, they never liked the No1 - Not Since years ago when the orginal No1 - Sarah Harding died durning a certain battle.

FAGD - Well what are you staring at we hav a battle to fight.

SO - ........................??????

FAGD - What?

SO - Sir I am picking up some Chronotan Spikes they are huge and un controlled

FAGD - Not the Chronians or Chrono Borg?

The bridge crew Groan

SO - No there is a lot of interference,

Comms - picking up a signal..... Something about a Monkey Boy and Apes and here we go

SO - This cannot be true sir

FAGD walks over to the SO....... she reads the data pad and takes a physical step back

Good god, can it be true.......Uncle????? but his ship was listed as missing in action probable cause destruction by the GAURDIAN of the NEXUS, But here it was right in front of her. The Ship was not a recognisable one but the signature indicated that it was the Chronion Cruiser KRONOS commanded by the self same styled Time Traver Capt Julian the man who hated and was the arch enemy of NATHAN HUNT. Her Uncle...................

SO - Sir its the Kronos............. but unlike the ship thats in the Archives

Comms - Signal sir??????

SO - Another Conduit opening sir.....

SO - Looks like another non Devoran Ship sir, has the markings of Capt Bakans former ships sir

FAGD - Signal the Arrakis survivors that they have friends and signal the 3 new ships to commecne their attacks


Meanwhile in the TIME NEXUS - A place out of Time

out of one of the many Blue Tunnels that leads off the Nexus A battle group emerges, ALL CHRONIAN

the Battle Group - Times Left Hand

1 Chronian Deathstar (flagship)
4 Chronian Attack Concordats
2 Chronian Command Carriers
6 Chronian Battleships
10 Chronian Heavy Cruisers
20 Chronian Light Cruisers
10 Chronian Escort Carriers

Bridge of the Flagship in the main Conference Room

No1 - you are breaking orders ma'am

Woman in question - Shut up I know what I am doing as do all the commanders who are here, you know as well as I that the High Council are wrong I can feel it, after all both He and Natahan hunt have caused too many time ripples that have effected the future ad now they must be stopped to return the time lines to their original state

SO - sir we have a lock it seems he was here and some of the ships have been desecrated

Woman - SCREAMS - HOW DARE HE DO THIS TO THE HOUNARABLE DEAD

Now who does not beleive that the Time Criminal Capt Julian does not deserve to DIE!!!!!!!!!!!


Again outside the battle is now well and truely underway.


Enemy Ships

transmitted by the scanners/sensors of Darklings Ship as it appraoches the Wormhole"


1x Devoran Command Carrier

- This is 1.5km long and dwarfs even the Concordat Battlestar.

Shields (15+3=18):
x2 Multi-Phasic Borg Shields (12)
x2 (Devoran) Gravimetric Shields (6)


Weaponry ((40+2)*2=84):
x2 Particle Array (20)
x20 Pulsed Assault Phaser (40)

x2 (Devoran) Corbamite Beam Cannon (24)

External (60+13=73):
x1 Devoran Targetting Array (2)

x120 Devoran Light Fighters (N/A)
x80 Devoran Medium Fighters (N/A)
x60 Devoran Heavy Fighters (N/A)

x15 Assault Shuttles (N/A)
x10 Gunboats (N/A)
x10 Runabouts (N/A)
x10 Shuttle Craft (N/A)
x5 Captain's Boats (N/A)

x5 Heavy Assault Missile Launcher (5)
x5 Attack Missile Launcher (5)
x1 Cobalt Mine Mk II Launcher (1)

x12 Devoran Dragon Class Heavy Bombers (60)


Additional (60):
x3 Shield Mount (3)
x2 Weaponry Mount (2)
x13 External Mount (13)
x11 Drive/Engine Mounts (11)

x1 Devoran Hull (N/A)
x1 (Devoran) Nano Armour (2)

x1 Twin Turret Mount Upgrade (4)

x1 Advanced Flight Control (N/A)
x1 Advanced Damage Control (N/A)
x1 Command Bridge (N/A)

Devoran Ship's AI (1)
Devoran Computer Core (1)
Devoran Targetting Array (1)
Devoran Teleporter (2)

x4 (Devoran) Energy Beam (20)

Drives/Engines (1+11=12):
x4 "EH" Drive (4)
x2 Chrono Drive (2)
x4 Devoran Borg Drive (4)
x2 Devoran Gravimetric Drive (2)

Forward shield 105%
forward port shield 105%
forward starbaord shield 105%
port shield 100%
starbaord shield 100%
aft port shield 90%
aft starbaord shield 90%
aft shield 90%

serious hull damage
medium internal damage

15% loss of comms
20% loss of scanner strength
15% loss of secondary power
15% loss of weapons power
Recharge Rate 1 every 4 posts
25% loss of manuverability

Deck Breaches 1-6


3 x (Devoran) Attack Destroyer

Shields (10):
x1 Multi-Phasic Borg Shields (6)
x2 Phase Shields (4)

Weaponry ((24+2)*2=52):
x6 Pulsed Assault Phaser (12)
x4 (Devoran) Phaser Beam Cannon (24)
x4 Heavy Disruptor Cannons (16)

External (8):
x4 (Devoran) Cobalt Torpedoes (4)
x4 (Devoran) Attack Missile (4)


Additional (12):
x2 Weaponry Mounts (2)
x2 Drive/Engine Mounts (2)

x1 Devoran Hull (N/A)
x1 Heavy Deutrium Armoured Hull (1)

x1 Twin Turret Mount Upgrade (4)

x1 Devoran Ship's AI (1)
x1 Devoran Computer Core (1)
x1 Advanced Tactics Computer (1)

Drives/Engines (1+2=3):
x2 Devoran Borg Drive (2)
x1 "EH" Drive (1)

1
Forward shield 150%
forward port shield 150%
forward starbaord shield 150%
port shield 150%
starbaord shield 150%

2
Forward shield 150%
forward port shield 150%
forward starbaord shield 150%
port shield 150%
starbaord shield 150%

3
Forward shield 150%
forward port shield 150%
forward starbaord shield 150%
port shield 150%
starbaord shield 150%


they are 1 post away from the World Ships

they have sheilds up and weapons fully charged and all fighters have been launched


8 DEVORAN ANNHILATIOR Class Concordat Battle Stars

(comes already equipped with
Devoran Nano Hull Armour
AI computer
ADMD
Advaced Flight Control
1000 tonnes of armoured cargo space
2 type 20 tractor beams)

30 shield Mounts
80 turret Mounts
50 external mounts
60 additional mounts
1 engine mount
20000 tonnes hold

(can carry either 60 light fighters or 40 medium fighters or 20 Heavy
Fighters or
10 Scout ships)


Shields (30):
6 Meta/Nano Shielding (6)
2 Electromagnetic Shields (4)
2 Gravometeric Defence Grid (20)

Weapons (80+26=106):
2 Reflex Cannons (20)
4 Heavy Fusion Cannons (32)
6 Nano Pulse Cannons (24)
10 Light Nano Pulse Cannons (20)
1 Particle Arrays (10)

"Free Fighters":
20 Devoran Fighter/bombers

External (50+5=55):
5 Devoran Deathwatch Attack Bombers
50 Devoran Black Widow Fighter/Interceptors

Additional (60):
5 External Mounts (5)
20 Weapon Mounts (26)

Heavy Armour Plating (1)
Reinforced Hull Armour (1)

Advanced Tactics Computer (1)
Advanced Engineering Bay (2)

Sensor Array (2)
Lateral Sensor Array (4)

2 Ion Drives (for Shields) (2)
12 Fusion Drives (for Heavy Fusion Cannons and Shields) (12)
4 Cold Fusion Drives (for all kinds of stuff) (4)

Engine (1):
Hyper Drive (1)

1
All Shields 300%
All weapons 300%

THIS SHIP IS VAPORISED INTO LITTLE BITS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2

THIS SHIP IS DESTROYED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

3
All Shields 200%
All weapons 200%

Forward Shield 200%
forward port shield 140%
forward starbaord shield 200%
port shield 170%
starbaord shield 200%
aft port shield 130%
aft starbaord shield 190%
aft shield 130%

light hull damage


4
All Shields 200%
All weapons 200%

COMPLETELY VAPOURISED IN A MASSIVE EXPLOSION

5
All Shields 500%
All weapons 500%

forward shield 280%
forward port shield 280%
forward starboard shield 280%
port shield 290%
starboard shield 290%
aft port shield 300%
aft starbaord shield 300%
aft shield 300%

light hull damage


6
All Shields 200%
All weapons 200%

Forward Shield 195%
forward port shield 195%
forward starbaord shield 195%
port shield 195%
starbaord shield 195%
aft port shield 165%
aft starboard shield 165%
aft shield 165%

light hull damage
light internal damage

5% loss of secondary power
Boost Facility Damaged


7
All Shields 200%
All weapons 200%

Forward Shield 195%
forward port shield 195%
forward starbaord shield 195%
port shield 90%
starbaord shield 90%
aft port shield 90%
aft starbaord shield 90%
aft shield 90%

medium hull damage
medium internal damage

55% loss of weapon power
55% loss manuverability
30% loss of secondary power
30% loss of shield power

hull breaches decks 1 - 5

1 Reflex Cannons - destroyed
1 Nano Pulse Cannons - Destroyed
1 Particle Arrays - damaged

FTL drive - DESTROYED


8
All Shields 200%
All weapons 200%

Forward Shield 130%
forward port shield 130%
forward starbaord shield 130%
port shield 190%
starbaord shield 190%

Angels on baord near the engine rooms cause delay in the superweapon charge now increased by 1 post due to engineers and turret operators being killed

No Shield Breach yet - No Marines have landed - However due to the "magical nature" of the Angles they have breached the shields and are now baording the Vessel


Fighters -

x90 Devoran Light Fighters (N/A)
x65 Devoran Medium Fighters (N/A)
x45 Devoran Heavy Fighters (N/A)
x10 Assault Shuttles (N/A)
x8 Gunboats (N/A)
x10 Runabouts (N/A)
x10 Shuttle Craft (N/A)
x5 Captain's Boats (N/A)
x 12 Devoran Dragon Class Fighter/Bombers

30 deathwatch

320 Black Widow

110 Fighter/Bombers


Players


- Bakan

All Ships Destroyed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Capt Bakan DEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

New Ship Arrived


- ND

4 fighters lost

The Yudachi
foward shield 70%
forward port shield 70%
forward starbaord shield 70%
port shield 90%
starbaord shield 90%

light internal damage
light hull damage

5% loss of engine power
5% loss of shield strength
10% loss of scanner strength

Crew
3 dead
18 injured

The Hatsuhara

The AGB-117F


PK

Striker Draconis
forward shield 90%
forward port shield 90%
forward starbord shield 90%


Fluffie
- Shiny New Concordat (about to be burnt in a blaze of REFLEX Glory )
forward shield 55%
forward port shield 55%
forward starbaord shield 55%
port shield 65%
starbaord shield 65%
aft port shield 65%
aft shield 65%

medium internal damage
Serious hull damage

35% loss of secondary power
45% loss of life suport
40% loss of weapon power
ALL SUPERWEAPON SYSTEMS OVERLOADED - +2 posts to charge
1 heavy disruptor DESTROYED
AFD - Damaged - 8 posts to repair
Comms - DESTROYED
25% loss of Superweapon power

Crew
55 dead
160 injured
Comms - Killed
WO - Killed

Capt Fluffie - Badly Injured
Broken Leg
Broken left Arm
Blind in one eye
deaf in one ear


J-Kama-Ka-C

-XGP (Cruiser)
Forward Shield 05%
forward port shield 05%
forward starbaord shield 05%
port shield 05%
starbaord shield 05%
aft port shield 20%
aft starbaord shield 20%
aft shield 20%

heavy hull damage
heavy internal damage

Breaches on decks 1 - thru to 8

hull integrity 25%

Cluster Missile Mounts - DESTROYED
FTL engines - DESTROYED

95% loss of main power
75% loss of secondary power
85% loss of life support

all weapons need 1 post to charge

YOU ARE A BURNING WRECK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- Shangri'la
forward shield 85%
forward port shield 85%
forward starbaord shield 85%

- El Dorada
forward shield 85%
forward port shield 85%
forward starbaord shield 85%

The Outwake


Darkling
- Black Rose
Foreward Shield 75%
forward port shield 75%
forward starbaord shield 75%
port shield 85%
starbaord shield 85%
aft port shield 95%
aft starbaord shield 95%
aft shield 95%

medium hull damage
medium internal damage

20% loss of Weapon Power
10% loss of life support
10% loss of manuverability
10% loss of secondary power

Cloaking Device - DESTROYED
FTL Drive - Badly Damaged - 8 posts to repair


Crew
1 dead
2 injured


Crazyboy

10 - fighters lost
20 slipstream fighters lost

- Command Carrier
Forward Shields 75%
forward port shield 75%
forward starbaord shield 75%
port shield 95%
starboard shield 95%

light hull damage
light internal damage

5% loss of secondary power
5% loss of scanner power
5% loss of weapon power
superweapon charge time increased by 1 post


Flapjack

-Phoenix Rising
Forward Shield 90%
forward port shield 90%
forward starbaord shield 90%
port shield 90%
starbaord shield 90%
aft port shield 90%
aft starbaord shield 90%
aft shield 90&

light hull damage

-Frigate 1
Forward Shield 90%
forward port shield 90%
forward starbaord shield 90%
port shield 90%
starbaord shield 90%
aft port shield 90%
aft starbaord shield 90%
aft shield 90&

light hull damage

-Frigate 2
Forward Shield 90%
forward port shield 90%
forward starbaord shield 90%
port shield 90%
starbaord shield 90%
aft port shield 90%
aft starbaord shield 90%
aft shield 90&

light hull damage


Urquan

4 Nials Lost

-Frivalous Rainbow
forward shield 15%
forward port shield 95%
forward starbaord shield 15%
port shield 105%
starbaord shield 25%
aft port shield 105%
aft starbaord shield 25%
aft sheild 25%

heavy hull damage
heavy internal damage

Hull Integrety 35%
75% loss of weapon Power
75% loss of secondary power
75% loss of life support
fuel loss 85%

Breaches on Decks 1 thru 9

Communications - DESTROYED
Scanners - DESTROYED
Helm - DESTROYED

PPP8 - Destroyed
2 Gatling Lasers Destroyed

2 Ion Drives Destroyed
Transwarp Drive - Destroyed

Crew
65 Dead
228 Injured

SO - DEAD
Helm - Dead
No1 - Mortaly Wounded
WO - Injured
Comms - Dead


AK

- Amodyte
forward shield 90%
forward port shield 90%
forward starbaord shield 90%
port shield 95%
starbaord shield 95%

-Shraan Defender
forward shield 90%
forward port shield 90%
forward starbaord shield 90%
port shield 95%
starbaord shield 95%

Privateer
Shields at 150%
Weapons at 150%


Hewitt

2 Jupiter Fighters Lost

1- Immortal Raven
forward shield 80%
forward port shield 80%
forward starbaord shield 80%
port shield 90%
starbaord shield 90%
aft port shield 90%
aft starbaord shield 90%
aft shield 90%

Light Hull Damage
Light Internal Damage

5% loss of targeting computers
5% loss of shield recharge power


2 - Pandora CRIPPLED IS DESTROYED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HEWITT - CAPTAIN KILLED


Blake
- Battleship
Forward Shield 85%
forward port shield 85%
forward starbaord shield 85%
port shield 85%
starbaord shield 85%
aft port shield 85%
aft starbaord shield 85%
aft shield 85%

Light Internal damage

- 5% loss of weapon power

Crew
0 dead
5 injured


Inspectre

1 slipstream fighter lost

Kronos
forward shield 120%
forward port shield 120%
forward starbaord shield 120%

Phoenix
forward shield 120%
forward port shield 120%
forward starbaord shield 120%


NPC SHIPS

Flagship
forward shield 90%
forward port shield 90%
forward starbaord shield 90%
port shield 95%
starbaord shield 95%
aft port shield 95%
aft starboard shield 95%
aft shield 95%

light hull damage
light internal damage

5% loss of weapon power




World Ships

1
forward shield 90%
forward port shield 90%
forward starbaord shield 90%
port shield 95%
starbaord shield 95%

2
forward shield 90%
forward port shield 90%
forward starbaord shield 90%
port shield 95%
starbaord shield 95%

3
forward shield 90%
forward port shield 90%
forward starbaord shield 90%
port shield 95%
starbaord shield 95%

4
forward shield 90%
forward port shield 90%
forward starbaord shield 90%
port shield 95%
starbaord shield 95%

5
forward shield 90%
forward port shield 90%
forward starbaord shield 90%
port shield 95%
starbaord shield 95%
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Re: Masters of Andromeda IV (New Horizons - Out of the Ashes)

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Originally Posted by AcidK
-ooc-
Erm, LH, in the summary before the individual DMs, you only mentioned 2 of my craft. There's the Amodyte, the Shraan Defender and the Shraanian Privateer (the new Destroyer vastly undersized compared to the other two Cruisers). Just wondering if you remember that it's there or if it doesn't matter since it's at 100% (seeing as it has no superweapon).

Oh, and what number is/was the nearest Concordat?
-ooc-

WO Weapons fired, sir!
Cid: Excellent, what's the damage?
SO: Calculating now, sir.

*Cid smiled as he finished off his coffee, the rush slowly building up inside of him. He smiled as the vapours began to make a trail from the two destroyers, the extreme energy given off by them all.*

Comms: Sir, We have a transmission informing about hostile bombers are heading towards and attacking the World Ships!
No1: Sir, they have littile defence since we have drawn outrselves away from them.
Cid: Commander Kosaga...
No1: Aye, sir!
Cid: Forget my orders for needing scans on the Concordat. Superweapons are to remain charging, however. If we destroy these fighters we may be back in range for a second heavy weapons volley
FC: Informing the other ships now, Sector Commander.

*Cid rubbed his chin in deep thought.*

Cid: Make our fighters all break off from formation and head directly into those bombers, make them know how a real shraanian can pilot.
WC: Jupiters beginning intercept course now, sir, forming five claw formations, two squadrons per formation. Also, Angel Fighters are sepearting to be the centre of the claw, one Angel remaining to commence diversion tactics, sir.
Cid: Excellent! This deserves more coffee!

*Cid smiled as he stood up and pressed a few buttons on a vending machine. He ordered a hot cup of shraanian black coffee with no sugar, imports from the Research Station... but instead he found the vending machine had given him a red cup of tomato soup, imported from the Hydroponic's deck.*

Cid: Cheap ass peice of junk...
EO: Sorry sir, our shraanian coffee beans ran out. You drank it already.
Cid: But there was enough for the enitre crew!
EO: In know, Sector Commander... but...
Cid: Enough! Regenerate our sheilds, use the FTL drives to do so. The Privateer's sheilds also to be strengthened this way!
EO: Aye, Sector Commander

*The Engineering Officer's voice sounded faint and kind of weary, a sigh of releif was shown.*

Cid: Good. Kosaga, here's my next order for you... can you send a few runners to the Hydroponic's deck... I do beleive we have some coffee beans down there...
No1: Erm... Yes sir! Will er... send runners!


-Summary-
All 3 ships to turn about and head towards World Ships
Fighters are to break formation from 3 capital ships to intercept and destroy the bombers ASAP
FTL drive power to be diverted towards regenerating sheilds on all 3 ships (Privateer to strengthen them)
Figthers to create 5 Claw Formations, 3 to have Angel at inner point
1 Remaining Angel Heavy Fighter to begin diversion tactics at bombers
Send runners to gain more coffee from Hydroponics
Actions Noted
all ships turn to get the Bombers
fighters break formation
power diverted
Privateer boosting 150%
fighters to claw formation
more coffee on its way
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Re: Masters of Andromeda IV (New Horizons - Out of the Ashes)

Quote:
Originally Posted by No Dachi
"Hard pressed on my right; my left is in retreat. My centre is yielding. Impossible to manoeuvre. Situation excellent. I am attacking." General Ferdinand Foch to General Joffre, Battle of the Marne, 1914, Clan Historical Archive.

This is somewhat more difficult than I had anticipated... Marcus Adcobravatus, Captain of the 8th Company of the Shogun's Angel Guard and Retainer of the Asanawa Clan, sped down the corridor of the Devoran Concordat, making use of his wings in combination with his legs to move at speeds many times that which the normal human was capable of, as he had been taught long ago in the guard academy - siutated on Arkon, the ancient planet of the Angels. Momentarily, he blocked out the irregular footsteps of his comrades following behind him, moving in the same away, in order to allow his acute sense of hearing to come into play. He could hear military boots pounding the steel floor of the deck above as the vessel's commander furiously attempted to orchestrate the crewmen into a cohesive response force, but those Devorans would soon be too far behind the Angels to do any good. A plethora of other sounds soon drowned out that of the crewmen on the deck above him; the discharge of heavy weaponry firing, the gentle hum of electricity conduits, the ship's commander screaming orders down the ship's intercom - the sounds of a ship at war. Suddenly, the Captain's keen eyes picked out movement far ahead down the corridor - a door opening. Several Devoran crewmen, armed and armoured with proper boarding equipment, burst out of the doorway and into the corridor. It was not hard to see that they were not trained as marines, for they failed to establish a base of fire at the doorway before their charge. Captain Adcobravatus lifted his assault rifle, bringing it to bear on the crewmens' leader, easily distinguished from his different-coloured body armour, and almost nonchalantly fired a burst of three shots at the alien's face. The Angel's eyes picked out every detail of the impact. The first bullet slammed into the creature's visor, stopped dead by the durable material, but causing it to fracture in several places. The subsequent two bullets smashed clean through the visor, burying themselves in the Devoran's face in an explosion of brightly-coloured gore. The Captain heard gunfire form behind him, as three other members of his squad opened fire with their own weapons. Three more Devorans fell, either dead, wounded or merely knocked down, it did not matter. With a fierce battle cry, the squad's seargent threw back his outstretched golden wings and leapt forward, propelling himself twenty metres down the corridor with immense speed, bringing his sword in a vicious horizontal slash straight through the chest of another Devoran, killing him outright, before flooring the last standing crewman with a powerful spinning kick and running him through on the deckplates with a downward strike of the sword's razor sharp point. If any of the three crewmen hit by assault rifle fire were alive, they wisely decided to remain on the ground. Sergeant Comelius sheathed his sword - a finely-made Clan katana - and glanced further down the corridor before turning to the Captain and nodding. The Captain ejected the now nearly-spent magasine from his assault rifle and slammed a replacement home, pulling on the latch to lock the new ammunition in place as he bellowed orders to the squad.

"Keep moving! Reload as you go, keep an eye out for gun batteries batteries or ammunition stores!" And, with that, he hefted his wings, proppelling himself forward down the corridor. The others followed. The sergeant dropped behind breifly as, having forced the sliding door through which the armed crewmen had attacked open with the blade of his sword, he took a satchel charge from the strap around his shoulder and briefly set the timer before throwing it inside, then bounding on after the rest of the squad. Two seconds later a massive explosion ripped through the unseen room, followed closely by a larger still secondary explosion - the room must have been an armoury of sorts. The immense force of the two detonations blew out a section of the corridor's wall on either side of the door, sending pieces of jagged metal shrapnel clattering across the deck. Marcus let the muzzle of his assault rifle fall as he pressed his left hand against the radio set resting in his ear, but kept hold of the pistol grip with his right hand. Keeping his eyes open, hespoke into the microphone built into his helmet. "This is Captain Adcobravatus, my squad and I are continuing down the corridor, we are encountering sporadic light resistance. The enemy continues to be too incohesive to pose a serious threat. How far are we from the engine room?" He released pressure from the button on the radio headset, awaiting the response from the Yudachi's sensor officers. It was not long in coming.

"Continue along the present corridor for around two hundred metres, sir. You will find a four-way intersection with a door on your left leading to a heavy fusion battery. The Shingen orders that you disable it. Once down, continue down the corridor ahead of you as you exit the battery. The only door on this corridor is halfway down it, leading left to the engine rooms. You should meet the other squads along the way. The Commander orders you to cripple the engines. Apart from a few with which to breach exit points, use all of your remaining satchel charges, give yourselves enough time to get out; Engineering and Tactical both anticipate a large secondary explosion from the engines." Hisses of static occasionally disrupted the human woman's instructions as the masses of radiation released from energy weapons fire striking the Yudachi's shields interfered with the coms signal, but Adcobravatus understood most of it at any rate. The message continued. "Be advised that the ship is taking damage and that we can no longer maintain full power to the sensors; information in the future may be sketchy. Good luck, Yudachi out." The Captain nodded to himself. He could see the intersection that the sensors officer had spoke of looming up ahead. Indeed, a heavy blast door led off to the left, indicating that the room beyond was one deemed to be at risk from weapons fire. Marcus turned, still moving rapidly with the run-jumping technique, to face his squad of 19 other Angels, following close behind him.

"Juventus, Kiryk, blow through the blast door at the intersection up ahead. The rest of you, storm through the doorway as soon as it's open and clear out the inside. As soon as we are done, leave the battery and follow me. Vindicis, you will set another charge to destroy the battery, then follow after us." He halted on his last word, stopping either metres short of the heavy blast door, before nodding at privates Juventus and Kiryk. Both of the soldiers obligingly bounded forward, landing lightly on either side of the doorway, before setting one satchel charge each down next to it. Both primed the timer, before jumping back to the opposite side of the doorway. Seconds later, a brilliant flash of white light, and a gaping hole twice the width of the doorway replaced the thick steel barrier. Sensing that close quarters combat was imminent, Adcobravatus let his assault rifle hang loose from its strap, unsheathed his sword and, holding it high above his head, roared the signal. "Attack! Leave not one of them alive! For the Shogun!" He leapt forward, his jump carrying him clean through the jagged makeshift doorway, through the billowing smoke and dust and into the battery, hearing his comrades take up the cry behind him, before following their Captain through the sight-obscuring swarm. The Captain could not see the enemy, for the dust and smoke were thick in the air within the battery as well as without, but he could hear the Devorans coughing and wretching in the unclean air. He rounded on the nearest source of the noise, bringing his sword down vertically, rewarded by a scream and the dull thud of something heavy hitting the floor. Pausing briefly from the combat, he blinked three times in quick succession. His helmet, detecting the motion, activated the infra-red mode of his visor. Instantly, the room was thrown into a mix of unwordly colours. He could see the barrel of the heavy fusion cannon outside of the ship, glowing a brilliant white with the tremendous heat generated by prolonged firing, but more importantly he could see the shapes of the gunners and technicians - ten of them remaining, two of them dead on the floor. Shouting their own personal battle cries, the Angels of his squad engaged the remaining enemies, having followed their Captain's example of the infra-red imaging. The Angels outnumbered the Devorans two to one, and ir practically would have been a frgone victory had there been one Angel against all ten of them, dazed and blind as they were. One of them, the one who had been further from the blast, was drawing a weapon of some kind. With all of the other Devorans already locked in futile conmbat with the other Angels, Adcobravatus saw no harm in earning himself a few style points. Bringing his katana back over his shoulder, holding it right handed, the Captain threw the weapon forward, point first, at the pistol-bearing enemy. The sword ran him straight through, pinning him to the wall behind. The Devoran died instantly. Adcobravatus paced over to the wall and pulled his sword from it, flcking his wrist to clear the blase of the blood covering it. He turned on his heel, and when his gaze came to rest on the room behind him, the remaining gunners were dead. He nodded, before leaping forward out through the doorway. The squad knew its orders already. The Captain sheathed his sword, before once more bringing up his assault rifle, and began once more to leap and stride down the corridor. He could see more Angels up ahead, and two more Angels from his own company moving down the corridor on his left. The technicians in the engine room had now been given ample time to prepare, but nonetheless, they didn't have a chance...

---

Just as Dr Roshuan pulled the medical mask down over his nose and mouth, the sliding door to the medical bay of the Yudachi opened. A pair of medic-qualified crewmen rushed through it, pushing one of their fallen comrades in front of them on a stretcher-trolley. Greiner watched with satisfaction as a doctor immediately appeared beside the wounded man, quickly identifying the cause of the wound and helping the two other crewmen lift the stretched, with the casualty still lying on it, up off the trolley and onto the flat gunmetal slab that served both as a ward bed and an operating table. The Yudachi's advanced medical hospital provided more room to treat the wounded than did most warships, but space was still tight. The ship's Chief Medical Officer placed a presicion surgery headset on his head above the mask and quickly tapped a few buttons on the number keypad on the visor's side, entering the code to activate the headset. Immediately, the visor descended over his eyes, its transparency flawless. The vital signs of the unfortunate crewwoman lying on the operating table in front of him flickered into life before his eyes a moment later, fed to the headset by the various scanning equipment contained within the table. He paused briefly before nodding to the junior surgeon and nurse standing opposite the casualty, dressed in a similar fashion to himself, before finally pulling on a pair of mint green sterilised plastic gloves. Finally, he picked up a laser scalpel. In his mind, he ran over the account of the injury given by the two medics. The girl - she was young, he realised, no older than twenty - was an ensign, her post being junior technician. She had been in charge of maintaining the lateral sensor array on the forward hull section. The array had been hit by a blast of radiation released from Devoran weapons fire hitting the front shield arc, so the two medics had told them, and several of the tertiary mainframes had blown out. The luckless junior technician had been caught by a large piece of shrapnel that had torn straight through her right kidney. She was bleeding badly, and had lost consciousness before arrival at the medical bay. Although Roshuan had not told the two medics at the time, he had serious doubts that she would survive. Many of the medic-qualified crewmen knew little of surgery; they were trained to be able to stop a casualty from dying for long enough to speed them to the medbay and to the trained proffessional doctors, little more. They had indeed applied anti-bleeding salve, but the flow was still welling up from somewhere. Roshuan had immediately recognised that there was still shrapnel in there somewhere, still working its way further into her flesh with every slightest movement, still preventing the halt of the bleeding. He had given her priority and, weary of standing by while others performed his calling of earlier years, had elected to perform the surgery himself. Now to begin...

"Enable X-ray imaging," He said, flatly and with the minimum number of words. Time was of the essence. The nurse complied silently, reaching down with her right hand to press down on the touchscreen of a small computer console set into the bed at its foot. Immediately, the bed, the gunmetal deck beneath it, the woman, everything faded rapidly to a dull near-darkness, then, suddenly, from its midsts came the technician's skeleton, every bone picked out in brilliant white relief, supremely detailed. He bent forward, peering toward the abdomen. Sure enough, he could see three metal fragments embedded in the flesh between her kidneys. One was fair-sized, and looked jagged, it was likely the cause of the problem. Needless to say the other two had been moved anyway. Suddenly, a dull rumbling from the far-off ship's bow. Another weapons impact. The lights dimmed momentarily before flickering back to full intensity again, but the master surgeon barely even noticed; he was too preoccupied with watching the piece of jagged metal burrow further into the vital flesh around it. The medical bay was equipped with shock dampeners, but even the slightest touch could be critical. He had to get the shrapnel out as soon as possible. He looked up at the junior surgeon. He could see nothing, as there was no X-ray source positioned behind the man, but nonetheless Roshuan was confident that he wouldn't have moved.

"I am about to make the primary insicion. Brace it in position as soon as it is open." With this said, the surgeon set to work immediately, pressing his thumb down on the side button of the laser scalpel to activate it, before looking up again, this time at the nurse. "X-ray off." He said, again briefly, and in a few moments it was indeed off. He blinked twice, and with a gentle whirr of electornics the headset magnified the point just beneath the scalpel to two times normal size. Offering up a silent prayer to whatever divine entities might be watching the ultimately insignificent procedings down in the field hospital of the Yudachi, Greiner Roshuan made the insicion, the scalpel cutting through the skin effortlessly. Roshuan had performed surgery with metal implements before - all Clan military surgeons were required to be able to, for in some situations, such as total loss of power, they were the only things that could be used - and once more he praised the inventor of the laser scalpel. It not only cauterised the flesh around the insicion as it was made, preventing extra blood loss through necessary cuts, but also did not require sterilising. With the initial cut made, he released pressure from the button, and the brilliant flame of the laser flickered and died. Immediately, the junior surgeon had the magnetic clamps in place, forcing the flesh around the cut open. Greiner nodded in approval before continueing. He had already identified the position of the three pieces of shrapnel, and with his extensive experience of treating shrapnel wounds - the most common, even on starships - he knew the anatomy of the body almost off by heart. Bypassing the healthy kidney, he delved into the flesh beyond - the wound still held open by the clamps. After what seemed like hours more of cutting through the body, layer by layer and piece by piece, he was finally rewarded by the glimmer of metal, stained as it was by blood. "Bullet-remover." He said, again keeping talk to the minimum. The nurse, efficient as trained, immediately procured the powerful electromagnets designed for the removal of bullets or other metal items from wounds. Greiner took the magnet - it was small, no bigger than a pen - and inserted it down into the excavation shaft of sorts that he had created, turning it on where it neared the shrapnel. With a gentle hum of flowing electricity, the magnet flared into life. Immediately, the shrapnel dislodged from its precarious position and attached itself to the surface of the magnet. The surgeon lifted the magnet, still activated, up and out of the open wound, before deactivating it over a small, white ceramic bowl. The piece of shrapnel fell into it, clattering to a halt. At this moment the sliding doors to the medical bay again burst open, and through them was wheeled another casualty, this one screaming at the top of his lungs, his chest a torn and twisted mass of bleeding flesh. Roshuan did not allow himself to be distracted by it, but instead picked up the laser scalpel again, checked his patient's vital signs briefly, and once again leapt into the breach, searching for the other two pieces of shrapnel.
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Re: Masters of Andromeda IV (New Horizons - Out of the Ashes)

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/ooc Both of my ships also have Chrono Drives, although I use them more for plot points than any sort of ships' power. If they do have to be included in the standard equipment and take up slots, let me know . . . guess I'll have to get rid of a few things if that's the case. ooc/


/ooc Actual post now available below. It's a bit silly and threadbare to what I wanted, perhaps, but I'm not working on it anymore. ooc/

On the viewscreen of the Kronos, Julian watched as Kali expertly brought the ship around for another pass, and fed the targeting data into the Weapons Officer’s control board. Another barrage of Chrono weaponry lashed out, slipping past the Guardian’s faltering shields and finishing the job of rending the robotic ship’s hull apart. As one of the time displacing blasts slipped through a crack in the Guardian’s hull, all of the ship’s running lights went out. The Sensors Officer declared a moment later that the Guardian had completely powered down, and that the last hit had probably destroyed the computer AI running the ship.

That piece of junk Guardian is DEAD, Julian.

I can see that Kali. Good job. For once, you actually managed to accomplish being more than an annoying AI with an ego problem.

I do NOT have an ego problem! Well, ok, maybe a little bit, monkey boy.

“Uhhh . . . . sir? I’m reading a massive power spike from the Guardian . . .”

Not again! Why can’t you AIs ever STAY dead!!?

Julian directed his attention to the information coming in over at the Sensors station, and downloaded it into his brain for further study. A moment later his eyes went wide as he realized the obvious: the Guardian was about to self-destruct.

Well, if that’s how you feel . . .

Kali, get us out of here! The Guardian is about to blow!

Understood. Booking it now.

With reflexes far superior to a human’s, Kali immediately imputed the commands necessary to send the Kronos speeding away from the Guardian. Five seconds later, the ship exploded, sending a massive shockwave of energy in all directions.

Despite the quick response and the Kronos’s great speed, the shockwave still impacted against the rear shields, brutally twisting the ship about and causing the deck of the bridge to lurch sickeningly for a moment. Then the shockwave was passed, and the world returned to normal.

Well, I guess that solves the problem of who’s going to get the Guardian technology . . .

Greedy b*stard . . . that d*mn Guardian kept it all for himself.

With the Guardian dead, the Kronos and the other allied ships were allowed to explore the wormhole system at their leisure. As per the mission objectives, the Kronos fired several probes into the wormhole and took detailed sensor scans of the rest of the system. With the mission evidently finished, the allied ships began to jump out, one at a time. The Kronos was the last to leave, but as Kali powered up the FTL generators to create a Trans-warp conduit . . .

Oooohhhh shit. Julian, I’m picking up a MASSIVE temporal gate opening two light seconds off of our port bow.

GREAT. So, who’s coming to mess with us this time? Our old friends the Chronians, or the Devorans?

My money’s on the Devorans. The signature is too big to be any known Chronian ship.

As the temporal gate continued to form and coalesce, preparing to spit out whatever was going to come through the rift in time, Julian felt a presence approaching. It was a familiar presence, and yet alien at the same time. In a sudden flash of insight, Julian realized just who he was about to face, yet again.

“He’s coming . . .” Julian murmured with a sense of dread, and yet at the same time, anticipation.

A moment later, the temporal gate finally finished forming, and a ship emerged. Not just a ship, but a planet, made out of layer after layer of armor plating and weapons. It was obviously of Devoran make, although such a large ship had never been seen before.

“Sir, the Devoran ship is hailing us. Shall I put it through?” The Comms Officer asked.

Go ahead. Let’s see give the b*stard a chance to blow hot air.

As the Comms Officer opened the channel, Julian allowed Kali to see his own insight into what they were about to face. Kali swore profusely and then the Comms Officer was finished establishing the channel.

On the viewscreen, a vast expanse appeared. Just like a Borg ship, hundreds of thousands of Devoran drones moved about in the background, carrying out the instructions they had been given. In the foreground, however, and taking up most of the viewscreen, was Nathan Hunt. As in Julian’s dream, Hunt was covered with Chrono Borg instruments and barely appeared human.

“Hello Julian.” Hunt said, his voice sounding as alien as his body looked. Evidently Hunt had a Devoran voice-box now along with all his other “upgrades”.

“Hello Hunt. I’m somewhat surprised to see you still alive. Last time I saw you, you were lying at my feet with a nice big hole in your chest.”

Sub-consciously, Hunt raised a clawed hand up towards his chest, before he realized what he was doing and stopped himself.

“I wanted to thank you for all this in person, Julian. So, I have come here in my personal ship to do just that. If not for you, Julian, I would not have died right before I entered that temporal rift. If not for you, I would not have been picked up by the Devorans. If not for you, I wouldn’t have been revived and become . . . one . . . with the Devoran Hive.”

“Well, congratulations Hunt. I’m surprised you’re taking this so well, however. I’d have thought Devoran Drone is a bit of a . . . step down from Emperor of the Known Universe.”

For a brief moment, irritation flashed over Hunt’s face, but then it returned to the bland, expressionless face that seemed so common for members of the Borg Hive.

“I am now above such petty things, Julian. Likewise, I have forgiven you for your crime of murdering me. Instead, I am here to offer you a priceless gift. I am here to offer you the chance to join the Devorans. Willingly. The addition of you and your crew to the Devoran Hive would only serve to strengthen it . . . and you will join us. I want you to join us of your own free will, but mark my words: you will join us. One way, or the other.”

“And since when have I given a d*mn for what you want, Hunt!? Kiss my already-Borgified *ss. You, and all those billions of Devorans you brought with you.”

Kali, get that Trans Warp conduit up NOW.

I’ve been trying to do just that for the past couple minutes. The Devorans are somehow blocking me from opening up a Conduit.

“Very well Julian, if that is what you will.” Hunt replied, and then his eyes took on an empty look as he intoned, “We are the Devorans. You will be assimilated. Your technological and biological distinctiveness will be added to our own. Resistance is futile.”

“Channel has been cut, sir.” The Comms Officer reported, and the Sensors Operator swore. “They’re powering up weapons . . . all of them. It’s like someone plugged in a f*cking Christmas tree.”

Get us the H*LL out of here NOW, Kali!

I’m trying!! There, conduit open.

On the viewscreen, an aquamarine tunnel opened between the massive Devoran warship and the Kronos. The Kronos’s Helmsman wasted no time in heading into the gaping maw of the tunnel, and a few moments later the ship was surrounded by the Trans-Warp conduit.

“Set course for Ankaa, and get us there as fast as you can. We’ve all got some serious prob –“

“There’s a massive surge of energy in the Trans-Warp conduit, sir!! It’s directly behind us!” The Sensors Operator shrieked, and then he suddenly turned dead pale.

“Dear God . . .”

The stunned Sensors Operator numbly tapped a key, and the viewscreen shifted to a view of the Kronos’s aft. Beyond, there was a massive flash of light: presumably the energy surge. And then suddenly the light faded, revealing the unbelievable sight of the Devoran planet-sized warship following after them in the Trans-Warp conduit.

“Im – impossible! Nothing can enter a Trans-Warp conduit except the ship that created it!” The Helmsman said, starring in horror at the image of the Devoran warship slowly closing on them, inch-by-inch.

The Devorans obviously can. Alright people, give me some options here.

“Surrender?” The Tactical Officer helpfully suggested, and then shrugged when Julian glared at him.

We could try using the Chrono Drive to escape through time. Obviously the Devorans can follow us, and maybe even track us, but with any luck we’ll be able to lose them in a series of small time-jumps.

Well Kali, if that’s your recommendation . . .

It’s my only recommendation. The Devorans are now one minute, twenty four seconds from extreme firing range: we don’t have a lot of time left.

Do it.

Activating Chrono Drive now.

Within the aquamarine tunnel of the Trans-Warp conduit, a new tunnel opened. This tunnel was a shade of dark blue, flecked by flashes of lightning (think DS9 wormhole), and was a visual representation of the Chrono Drive’s time travel. Not sparing a moment, the Kronos dived into the tunnel of time, Nathan Hunt’s massive ship right behind.

What followed was a wild and harrowing chase through time, as Kali sought to elude the Devoran pursuit through a series of time jumps. The Devorans relentlessly followed, and ever slowly began to close the gap. Soon, they were in extreme firing range, and then long range. Still, the Devorans continued to close, and held their fire except for the occasional volley that shook the Kronos like a rag doll. Clearly, some part of Hunt was enjoying this, and wanted to prolong the game for as long as possible.

This isn’t working, Julian. The Devorans will soon be in range for transporter boarding. And then, I’m sure Hunt will be all too happy to end this game by blasting our shields down and transporting a couple thousand Devorans over.

Yes Kali, well what do you want me to do about all this? Turn you into a bomb and somehow take out Hunt’s freaking mobile planet in that one blast?

Suddenly, Julian noticed on the viewscreen an offshoot from the time conduit. It was marked by far more lightning than the average conduit, almost certainly indicating that it was quite dangerous.

Kali . . . what if we ducked down that side conduit up ahead?

Have you become suicidal as well as insane? That little side “conduit” is filled with temporal distortions. If we get hit by one of those . . .

We’re dead anyway. I’d rather not give Hunt the pleasure of killing me, so do it.

Alright . . . fine. I never wanted to live forever either. Let’s just hope Hunt isn’t as crazy as we are.

The Kronos raced down the conduit, and towards the lightning-filled maw of the side conduit. As the ship approached the tunnel’s mouth, Kali took direct control of the Helm.

I think I had better drive through this part . . . you apes will be too busy hanging on to pilot as fast as I can. Let’s just hope I’m fast enough to dodge all those temporal eddies. Strap yourselves in tight, we’re going . . . shit.

Just as the Kronos reached the entry point of the side tunnel, it was rocked by a focused volley of firepower from the Devoran warship. Evidently, Hunt had seen the side tunnel as well, and most certainly didn’t want the Kronos going in there. Wave after wave of fire sleeted off of the war-planet, hammering the Kronos.

Shields failing!! We’re entering the conduit now!

Just then, the ship lurched sickeningly as a last blast of fire from the Devoran warship struck the aft section of the Kronos, skewing it around while the destructive energies ate away at the hull.

Engines have been hit! We’re starting to drift . . . oh sh*t.

Looking at the viewscreen, Julian could see that with the wounded Kronos was heading directly for one of the lightning bolts traversing up and down the side conduit.

“Oh sh*t indeed.” Julian muttered, and then braced himself for impact as the lightning bolt filled the screen . . .

There was a brilliant flash of light, and the room spun crazily for a moment. When the light faded, Julian found himself somehow standing on a beam of brilliant white light, in an endless plain of white.

“Where the h*ll am I? Hello!!!???”

An-all too familiar voice answered him.

“Welcome to Oblivion, Julian. I hope you enjoy your stay.”

Whirling around, Julian found Nathan Hunt standing a few feet away. Hunt’s various mechanical parts whined and clumped as he walked forward until he was nearly nose-to-nose with Julian. His mouth then split open into a wide grin, revealing the all-too-perfect set of teeth he had: one of the few things the Devorans had seen fit not to change, evidently.

“You’re dead, Julian. Oh, perhaps not dead just yet, but when you wake up you’ll wish you were. You’re trapped Julian: trapped inside of time itself. I couldn’t think of a worse death for you, although it saddens me somewhat that you won’t get to experience the bliss of the Devoran Hive Mind first. Nevertheless, you are as surely dead as if I had shot you myself. And even if you do somehow escape from your current predicament, understand this: the Devorans will control the entire Eridanni sector soon. You’ll have no place to run, no place to hide. And after I tie-up a few loose ends for the Hive Mind, I’ll have the rest of my life to await your improbable return. Good-bye, Julian.”

Hunt then took a step back, and began to slowly fade away, like a picture overexposed to the sun. Snarling, Julian leapt forward and drove his fist through the fading image, scattering it as easily as if it was a cloud of dust. Then, a wave of weakness crashed through him, and Julian collapsed onto the floor, blacking out almost before he had hit the ground . . .

Minutes, hours, or perhaps even days later, Julian was able to claw his way back to consciousness. He had no idea how much time had gone by, if time even had any meaning in the bizarre environment of the time warp. As awareness of his surroundings slowly returned to him, Julian realized that he was lying on the all-too familiar floor of the Kronos’s bridge, face-up. Grunting, he pushed himself up into a sitting position, and even his Borg-enhanced muscles ached from the strains they had been put under.

Is everyone alright? Kali?

Taking a deep breath to steel himself for what he knew was going to be painful, Julian pushed himself up onto his feet. His body exploded into pain, although it faded to a dull throb once Julian managed to get firmly onto his feet. His body wasn’t quite done punishing him, however, and the deck under him spun crazily, and for several moments Julian thought that he would blackout once again. Fighting for consciousness, he staggered over to the nearest source of support: the Helmsman’s chair.

When he was only a step or two away from the chair, Julian’s knees buckled, and he was almost thrown to the deck. Growling, Julian flung himself forward, and wrapped his arms around the top part of the chair. His legs temporarily out of commission, Julian had to support his entire weight by his arms, and he could hear the steel frame of the Helmsman’s chair groaning beneath the leather cushion as he hugged the chair with all his Borg-enhanced might.

Finally feeling somewhat secure in his perch, despite his legs still rebelling, Julian turned his head to try to have a look around the Bridge to see what condition it was in. Immediately his vision exploded into stars, and once again Julian nearly blacked out. The pain nearly caused Julian to loosen his hug on the chair, but a second later he retightened his grip, this time causing the steel frame to actually squeal as Julian squeezed even harder than before.

Hoping his helplessness was only temporary, Julian reluctantly placed his chin on the top of the chair, and waited. Since he couldn’t scan the bridge by turning his head, his eyes would have to do, and Julian focused on each thing within his field of vision, one thing at a time.

One of the first things Julian noticed was that the Helmsman was still present, slumped back into his chair. His head hung at an odd angle just inches below Julian’s chin: the kind of angle one’s head would hang at when their neck was broken. Careful not to accidentally slip off or break the chair, Julian used his bearhug position to shake the chair back and forth, and jiggle the Helmsman’s body. In response, the Helmsman’s head lolled about in a completely unnatural way, confirming in Julian’s mind that the Helmsman was most certainly dead. Fearing the worst, Julian once again attempted to contact his crew via the Mind Link.

Hello!? Is everyone alright!? Kali!? Answer me, d*mnit!

“Jul . . . ian. You are . . . a . . . live.” The voice came from the direction of one of the bridge’s speakers, instead of from all around him, as it was in the Mind Link. The voice was laced with static and quivering, but it was clearly that of Kali. Upon hearing the voice, Julian instantly realized that while they might still be alive, some very bad things had just happened to his ship. Among those bad things was almost certainly the complete loss of the Mind Link, as the link between Julian and Kali was the strongest aboard the ship, and if they were unable to communicate, neither would anyone else be able to.

Realizing that the Mind Link was gone, perhaps forever, Julian swallowed and thrust his growing fear back down to where it belonged: in the pit of his stomach. And then, he began to speak to Kali, perhaps the first time he had done so since they had met.

“Kali . . . how are you looking?”

“He . . .h . . . heh . . . like h . . . ell. My comp . . . uter . . . banks are . . . dam . . . aged. Ship sys . . . tems . . . out . . . all o . . . ver place. I’m . . . try . . . trying . . . to . . . repair.”

“Well, I’ll come try to help you, once my legs start cooperating again. How are the crew?”

“They . . . all . . . dead.”

“WHAT!?? How the bloody h*ll can the entire crew be dead!!?”

“You . . . are . . . Borg. I . . . am . . . impress . . . ive . . . AI. They had . . . no . . . chance.”

Feeling the very air being driven from his lungs, Julian felt his arms let go of the chair, and he crumpled to a heap on the deck.

“No . . . it can’t be. It has to be bullsh*t . . . complete, utter bullsh*t.”

“It . . . is . . . true. My in . . . ternal . . . sensors . . . are . . . down, bu . . . t . . . before . . . they . . . collapsed . . . I . . . did . . . scan. One . . . lifesign . . . on Bridge.”

“So my Borg implants were the only thing that save me. I guess if I’m this bad, everyone else would have to be dead. But you’re sure that there were no survivors anywhere? Isn’t at least one other person on this entire ship also Borg?”

“Posi . . . tive. And . . . you . . . were . . . first. And . . . now . . . last.”

“Great. Just f*cking great. So, what do we do now?”

“Die . . . althou . . . gh . . . I . . . suppose . . . you won’t . . . accept . . . that.”

For a moment, Julian’s lips curved upward in a wry smile.

“That’s exactly right. Now then . . .” Julian grunted as he shifted himself over onto the more comfortable resting position of his back, and straightened out his legs.

“Exactly how long will it take for my Borg nanites to repair whatever damage I’ve obviously suffered to my brain and spinal column?”

“Depend . . . ing . . . on . . . sever . . . ity . . . up to . . . two . . . weeks . . . or . . . never.”

“TWO WEEKS!!? What am I supposed to do, gnaw on myself and drink my own p*ss?”

“Your . . . nanites . . . should . . . sustain . . . you. I . . . would . . . recommend . . . doing . . . . some . . . thing . . . after . . . a few . . . days. You . . . should . . . feel . . . much . . . better . . . then.”

“And what about you? I assume you’re somehow repairing yourself.”

“No.”

“NO!? I thought you were a freaking super-genius AI that could do anything.”

“Not . . . this. It . . . would be . . . like . . . you . . . doing . . . brain . . . surgery . . . on yo . . .urself . . . with . . . a b . . . utter . . . . knife.”

“Well fine then. I’ll fix you once I’m better. At least one of us is still useful.”

“Ha . . . ha.”



One Week Later . . .


Julian took a deep breath, and carefully began to climb down the turbolift shaft. Every now and then the lift would spin around, but the feeling would quickly fade. At least it would, until Julian stopped to look down. With power out in most sections of the ship, the turbolifts were no longer functioning. Therefore Julian would have to climb down several levels to get to a Repair Hold to gather the necessary computer repair equipment, and then down several more levels to get to the Main Computer Hub.

Although Kali had nodes and data lines throughout the Kronos, making her virtually impossible to destroy without taking out the entire ship, Julian suspected that the Kronos had, indeed, been nearly destroyed.

With the bridge near the top of the turbolift, and the gravity generators apparently being one of the few things that hadn’t failed, Julian would fall quite a long ways if he slipped. As he began to slowly clump down the turbolift ladder, Julian wondered if his Borg-enhanced body could possibly survive such a fall. Considering his weakened state from the muscle and nerve damage he received, Julian doubted it.

Suddenly, Julian felt his feet lift off from the rungs of the ladder. Thinking that his feet had somehow slipped off and he was about to fall, Julian gave out a yelp and clenched his fists, crumpling the steel ladder as his hands closed about the metal in a death grip.

Fortunately, his mind took over from his reflexes a moment later, and Julian realized that someone had turned off the anti-gravity. No doubt it would make his climb somewhat safer, if not easier, and Julian breathed a sigh of relief as he loosened his grip and rotated himself so that his head was where his feet were a moment before. Then, he began to pull himself down the ladder with his hands, rung by rung, letting his legs drift free.

“Thanks.”

“You . . . wel . . . come. I . . . need . . . the p . . . ower . . . any . . . way.”



Forty-six Days Later . . .



“There . . . that should be the last circuit panel. Now, you d*mn well better work, or I’m going to go crazy.” Julian muttered, half to himself as he fitted the last replacement panel into place.

“Well . . . that certainly feels better. Took you long enough, monkey boy.”

“Welcome back. I, of course, had to take you offline to do full repairs . . . you’ve been gone for forty-two days.” Julian said after consulting his mental chronometer for a moment.

“Well, while I understand you’re just one human, surely you could have worked a little faster?”

Tears of joy filled Julian’s eyes, as he slumped against the nearest wall, feeling utterly drained.

“I . . . was so worried . . . that I would miss a panel, or something, and that . . . that you’d be gone. And then I would be utterly alone . . . on this f*cking graveship.”

“Sshh . . . it’s ok dearie. Momma Kali is here now, and she’s going to give that ruffian Nathan Hunt a good kicking in the *ss for you.”

For this comment, Kali had opted to mimic a quavering old lady’s voice, and for some reason Julian found it so funny that he began to giggle. Then he began to laugh, and finally was reduced to howling laughter as he rolled back and forth on the floor. A few minutes later, feeling much less stress and at least five years younger after his nerve-wracking work over Kali’s “brain”, Julian straightened up again and began to wipe tears from his eyes.

“Thanks, I really needed that.”

Kali didn’t reply, causing Julian to worry if perhaps some circuit had suddenly failed, and he would be alone after all. Then, she spoke again.

“Julian, I think it might be best if we put you in some sort of cryogenic stasis soon, while I finish up the rest of the repair work myself. I will, baring another circumstance like this one, undoubtedly will live forever, or at least as close to forever as anything is going to get. You, however, have a definite timeline, and despite your Borg implants significantly extending your life, you may still not see the end of the repairs.”

“May not see the end of the repairs . . . just how long do you think it’s going to take to make full repairs on yourself?”

“Full repairs are at this point impossible. Both Chrono Phaser 3s have been sheered off by the temporal displacement that we struck, along with all of the other damage we sustained by Hunt’s mad rampage of firepower with his worldship. The Cloaking Device has also been lost, along with a fairly significant portion of my hull, and a few other, more minor, items.”

“Great. So how long will it take to get everything that is possible to repair, back in tip-top shape? Assuming the two of us work together.”

“Assuming the two of us work together, and using just the stores of spare parts we have, plus whatever we can fashion, plus whatever I can actually build from scratch using nanites and interstellar dust – yes, I know I’m a genius, you can thank me later – it will take us . . . ninety-four years, eleven months, and thirteen days, and eight hours. Give or take a couple minutes.”

It took several moments for Julian to realize that his mouth was hanging agape, although he quickly regained his composure. However, his next comment revealed that while he appeared to have regained his composure, it was only skin-deep.

“Ninety-four YEARS!!??”

“Plus eleven months, thirteen days, and eight hours. Although I’ll admit I’m at a rather diminished state, still, as most of my secondary computer banks are still offline, yes, I can still do basic damage and repair calculations. I would give you the basic data, but since we don’t have the Mind Link anymore, I can’t exactly force feed you the simple arithmetic step-by-step. Therefore, while your upgraded sack of electrolytes might be able to figure out the equations yourself, you’re just going to have to trust me on this one.”

“Fine. So by the time we get out of here, I’m going to be an old, old man.”

“I wouldn’t put it at exactly old, old . . . you’d probably be the biological equivalent of a man in his late fifties, early sixties . . . something like that. And the ninety-year timeline is only assuming we ARE completely undisturbed. I’m not strong enough yet to start throwing in all sorts of other nasty variables, like micro-meteoroids plowing through the hull, or a gang of space pirates showing up, or knock-on-your-thick-oaken-head, Hunt showing up again.”

“Lovely. Do you even know what’s around us, currently?”

“Actually . . . no, I don’t. D*mn your pig-headed brain for actually asking the one question I can’t answer at the moment. Currently, all of my sensors are fried, both short-range and long-range.”

“Wonderful. So we’re a crippled ship, currently adrift in space, with no idea where we’re going, or what’s going on around us. Some warship you turned out to be.”

“Don’t forget when, buddy boy. Last time I checked, we were in a time conduit, heading who knows where, when we plowed straight into a temporal distortion, and everything went to h*ll.”

Julian chewed his lip thoughtfully for a moment, and then made his decision.

“Alright. The very first thing we need to do is figure out just what, exactly, is around us, and where, exactly, we are. So . . . the next repair job is the sensors. Would you like me to work on short range sensors first, or long range?”

“Long range would probably be best. If needed, I can cut the long range sensors’ range down to sweep the area immediately around us. The resolution will be sh*t, but it will be better than blank space.”

“Ok then, let’s get to work. How long to repair the long-range sensors, assuming both of us work together?” Julian asked, pushing himself back up to his feet. Fortunately, Kali had enabled gravity in this section of the Kronos before Julian had began to work on her, otherwise Julian would have went flipping head-over-heels. As it was, he was a little bit shaky getting back onto his feet: the strain of being alone for so long had obviously affected him more than he had expected. And now, it would be possibly weeks, or maybe even months, before they could have see where they were. Kali, at least, would be there to talk to now, and Julian knew that after another few months of endless work single-handedly replacing seemingly every piece of equipment on the ship, Kali might be all that stood between him and insanity.

“It should take roughly six weeks, assuming you actually hustle for once in your life. Oh, and I have taken the liberty of finally dispatching the cleaning bots to remove the decomposing bodies from those parts of the ship I still have some control over. Your Borg-enhanced body should have no trouble dealing with any bacteria produced by the decomposition of the bodies, but knowing your “delicate” sense of smell, I would recommend deactivating your olfactory sense for a couple weeks.”

Slinging his trusty repair kit over his back and firmly tightening all of the straps, Julian walked out of the Main Computer Hub room. As he left, he paused in the doorway and turned to regard the glowing panels of circuitry that was all he had left now.

“Thanks.”

Then he left the room, allowing the doors to slowly slid shut behind him as he made his way to the turbolift doors, and begin the long Zero-G climb back up to the Bridge.



Thirty-seven days later . . .



“There. The last d*mned burnt out wire for the long-range sensors grid should now be fixed. Go ahead and try funneling power into the sensor grid through those jury-rigged conduits I made up.”

His back complaining to him about being held in one position for too long, Julian slowly slid himself out from under the very cramped quarters of the sensor station’s interior. Careful not to bang his head against the edge of the console (something he had learned not to do very quickly during his repair job), Julian sat up, and pushed himself up onto his feet.

Grateful to sit down and rest for a couple minutes, he hobbled over to his command chair in the center of the bridge, and settled himself in comfortably to wait. Soon, the hum of power began to come from the sensor operator’s console, and although dozens of the status lights were red, a few were green or yellow. Although cracked, the Krono’s viewscreen could still generate a picture from the sensor data it was being fed. And indeed, although laced heavily with static, a picture began to slowly form on the viewscreen as Kali probed the area around them with the repaired sensors.

As expected, the viewscreen’s picture was quite blurry, due to the low resolution of the long range sensors when used to scan the immediate area around the Kronos. However, Julian was able to see that a dark, hazy shape took up more than half the viewscreen, and beyond that was a dark blue background.

“Is that . . . a ship?” Julian wondered out loud, leaning forward and squinting his eyes in an attempt to sharpen the dark image. It was, of course, a futile effort, and the identity of the dark blot filling most of the viewscreen remained unclear. Frustrated, Julian leaned back into his chair and said, “Alright Kali, enough looking around at our immediate area. Switch back to long range.”

The viewscreen flickered a moment, and then presented a scene so shocking that Julian actually leaped off of his command chair and run up to the viewscreen for a closer look. Eyes wide, Julian simply shook his head in shock at the h*llish scene before him.

On the viewscreen, large enough to be clearly discernable, drifted no less than fourteen crippled and gutted ships. The dozens of dark blots visible beyond those fourteen ships suggested that those fourteen ships weren’t the only casualties. As a backdrop for this captain’s nightmare, a dark blue shimmering could be seen, flecked with the occasional lightning bolt.

Although her artificial voice did not hold any note of shock in it, Julian could tell that even she was awed by the sight.

“I count one hundred and twenty-six different vessels within scanner range. All of them are of different origins, and sizes . . . no life-signs on any of them, and only a few power readings. Several of the vessels aren’t even in my data banks . . . hmm . . . three of the vessels are actually of Chronian make. How odd.”

“Kali . . . is it just me, or do I see a time conduit behind those ships? It certainly looks like one.”

“I do not detect any time conduits in the area currently, but my sensors only extend for a short distance beyond the ships I have thus far detected. For all I know, the entire area for a lightyear around us could be filled with nothing but dead ships.”

“Ok then, what am I seeing on the viewscreen if it’s not a time conduit? You’re supposed to be the expert on your own systems: explain to me where that blue background is coming from.”

“The viewscreen’s picture is an amalgamation of the various sensor packages throughout the ship. Obviously, most of my sensors are down at the moment, but there are a few of the long range packages working: the ones that you fixed. I am analyzing those sensor packages to determine which one is providing the blue background . . . let’s see here. Ahah: a visual sensor is responsible for the background. Obviously, anything relying on visible light will have a longer range than any of my other sensors. Of course, those sensors also yield the least useful amount of information, in most cases, and so are ignored.”

“Well, those visual sensors are one of the few things that can tell us about our surroundings for now. And since they have the longest range of our working equipment, we’ll probably have to rely on them to explore wherever the h*ll we are. Funny . . . centuries ago mankind relied on the naked eye, enhanced by various instruments, to explore space. It would seem that we are now in a similar situation.”

“Indeed. And maybe next time, we’ll fight the Devorans with sticks and stones. Give me a fully operational sensor suite anyday.”

“You’ll have to wait awhile for that . . . say, five years? For now, visual will have to do. Hmm . . . is there anyway you can ignore all of the data from the other sensor packages, and just display the visual sensor’s data on the viewscreen?”

“I’m the sentient AI for a highly advanced, temporal warship. Of course I can do something that simple.”

A moment later, the viewscreen’s picture shifted, blurred, and then became clear again. Julian could see that this was indeed un-augmented visual data, as all of the ships in view were nothing more than small hazy flecks of black against the lightning-streaked blue background. Usually, the more advanced sensors of the Kronos provided a visual magnification to the viewscreen, making an object even a few lightseconds away appear as if only a few meters away instead. That magnification was clearly lacking here, but at the same time Julian was given a wider field of view of the area of space around the Kronos. A fair trade-off, considering all Julian was interested in at this point was the temporal conduit-like background. Now able to see a wider patch of that background, Julian was convinced that the Kronos was indeed in some form of temporal conduit.

“So . . . are you still going to tell me that we’re not in a temporal conduit, when all visual evidence says that YES, we still are in one!?”

“Yes I will, if only because you humans will believe anything your primitive light sensing organs will tell you. It is a scientific fact that ships left to drift in a temporal conduit are quickly pushed out of it: often in one of several places and times. This graveyard of ships was obviously the scene of an important battle: therefore, it is a strong temporal node, and a natural place for us to be deposited upon leaving the time stream.”

“Ok then . . . explain the presence of the other Chronian ships, and the fact that instead of seeing the star-lit blackness of space, I’m seeing the blueness of a temporal conduit!”

“Well, as I said a moment ago, this location is obviously a strong temporal node, so any crippled Chronian ships could have found their way here. As for the visual illusion of a temporal conduit surrounding us . . .”

Kali continued to prattle on, citing several cutting-edge theories in temporal mechanics, but Julian ignored her attempt to explain away the background. Instead, he watched in wonderment as a series of lightning bolts intensified in one section of the viewscreen. Normally in a temporal conduit, the lightning strikes, or temporal distortions, were fairly regular and even. Here, the lightning bolts were forming and dissipating rapidly, and the process seemed to be accelerating.

“Kali . . . what is that? On the viewscreen, that mass of lightning strikes.”

“I’ve never detected anything like that before. More than likely, it’s a visual illusion, just like the time conduit coloration of the space around us that your eyes are detecting.”

The lightning flashes abruptly stopped, and then suddenly there was a brilliant flash of light in the same location the lightning strikes had been a moment before. When the light faded, Julian was shocked to see that the blue coloration in that area was gone. In its place was a watery and shimmering view of deep space. Through this “window” Julian was able to see that the area of deep space he was seeing wasn’t entirely empty.

A small fleet of ships swarmed around a large space station and several truly massive ships. It appeared that an evacuation was underway. A few moments later, Julian could see what they were fleeing, as a Devoran Battlegroup exited hyperspace. Most of the escorting flotilla of ships broke off to engage the Devorans, attempting to keep them away from the massive ships by the space station: evidently transports or colony ships of some sort. Although the fighting was fierce, it was quickly obvious that the Devorans had the upper hand, and the defending ships began to fall, one by one. The situation quickly turned even grimmer, as a second Devoran battlegroup warped in on the opposite side of the space station, catching the defenders in a pincer maneuver. With most of the convoy’s defenders away engaging the first Devoran group, fighters deployed by the Devoran Command Carrier in the second battlegroup tore the massive transports to pieces. As the first transport fell apart and exploded into a cloud of debris, there was another brilliant flash, and the blue background returned.

“Oh sh*t . . . now I know where we are. I can’t believe it . . . this place is supposed to be a myth . . .”

Noticing another series of lightning flashes were starting up a short distance away from the first one on the viewscreen, Julian tore himself away to face the rest of the bridge, and the speaker that Kali was using to communicate with him.

“Myth? Well, clearly it’s not a myth if we’re here now. So, how about you tell me this “myth”.”

Kali sighed, and then explained. “While I refused to believe it until just now, I had a few suspicions before that little show confirmed it. We are currently in the Crossroads of Time, a mythical place to the Chronians. According to the myth, the Crossroads are a secluded, quiet place within the time conduits. From the Crossroads of Time, it is believed that one can instantly travel to any point in time, unlike the normally slower point to point travel of the time conduits. The trick, of course, is to find the Crossroads of time. The Chronians searched for this place for ages: eventually they gave up after losing several ships. Evidently, those missing ships found the Crossroads alright, but the crews didn’t live to report their success.”

Turning back to the viewscreen, Julian was treated to another space battle, this one above a large ocean planet. Darting about in orbit like gnats were hundreds of ships: a formidable defense fleet. Julian realized that large fleet or not, the planet was doomed as the first wave of Devoran ships jumped in. Consisting of what appeared to be thousands of ships, the Devorans clearly outnumbered the defenders, and with their technological edge as well, it was a slaughter. Julian watched the battle in silence, and turned away from the viewscreen and back to Kali after the fight degraded into a mop-up for the Devorans.

“So, the fact that the Chronians sent expeditions out looking for this place explains the Chronian ships here, but what about the other ships? What are they doing in this . . . Crossroad of Time?”

“They were probably “destroyed” by various temporal distortions. That is another supposed purpose of the Crossroads of Time: to give temporally destroyed ships a place to go. I highly doubt any of the ships’ crews survived the journey however, and if you’ll look closely you can see that all of the ships are heavily damaged, just like we are.”

“Wonderful. So we have the power to go to any point in time, but we’re too heavily damaged and crewless to do all that much once we get there.”

“That’s it in a nutshell. And from the look of things, it doesn’t seem likely that we’re going to find a place to stop and rest anytime soon. The Devorans appear to have launched their final assault, so unless you want to go back to prehistoric times, where we won’t find a place to rest and restock anyway, or ahead into the distant future and find a galaxy’s worth of Devorans waiting for us . . .”

“We’re going to emerge in the thick of the fighting.” Julian finished.

“Righto. And as you said before, a badly damaged ship with a single crewman and a genius AI isn’t just a bad tactical situation: it’s suicide.”

Hearing the familiar description for most of his escapades, Julian smirked. “So what else is new? We’ll figure something out. For now Kali, I want you to start analyzing all of the battles against the Devorans you can find via the time portals. See if you can find a battle where the entrance of a single ship into the battle at the right time might tip the scales against the Devorans. Meanwhile, I’ll get to work on repairing the short-range sensors.”

“I doubt I’ll find any such battles, but I’ll do my best.”



Forty-Six Days Later . . .

“So, what’s our situation now? Are we almost ready to dock with that Chronian Strike Destroyer?” Julian asked, pulling himself up into the bridge from the turbolift shaft.

“Yes. ETA is about five minutes. Lining up the airlocks using only a handful of maneuvering thrusters is going to be tricky, even for me. When I tell you that we’re about to dock, I suggest that you’re prepared for a bumpy ride for a couple minutes.”

“Alright. So, are you finished with that analysis of when and where we could make the most difference?”

“While I’m not finished with analyzing every battle, I have calculated the odds of one thousand, five hundred and sixty-one battles. I have determined from these calculations that the addition of a single ship, at any point during the Devoran War of Annihilation on the Eridanni Sector, will have absolutely no effect on the outcome, except adding another dead human and one AI to the war’s final body count. On an individual battle basis, there is only a handful where the addition of a single ship could even come close to improving the odds. Paradoxily, of all the battles I have analyzed since arriving here, it was the first battle that we viewed that had the closest odds of going for either side. Compared to some of the battles to come, that first battle is a mere skirmish, however the low number of ships for each side means that the addition of another adversarial ship might just have turned the battle against the Devorans.”

“Ok then . . . let’s get you fixed up, and go.”

“If you remember, Julian, it will still take years to repair me, even with the resources of the other deserted ships at our disposal. And even once you repair me, there are still the following facts: we still have only one human and one AI at our disposal; the Mind Link may or may not be repairable, and if it is not we will not have instantaneous communication and control over the ship; and it will be highly difficult, or not impossible, or me to control and repair the entire ship by myself in a combat situation. We need a crew of some sort, Julian. I suggest we go back a week before the Devoran attack, and get ourselves a full crew together.”

“Yeah, and what if the Devorans scout out the system before the attack, and discover that there’s one more ship than they were expecting? They’ll probably send even more of their ships in, and make our odds of pulling this off even lower. No, we have to appear right in the middle of the battle, preferably towards the end of it so that the Devorans don’t have enough time to react and send in additional ships.”

“Fine then . . . tell me how you intend on crewing this ship then, so that we will at least be effective in a combat situation.”

“Actually, I think the answer to that is right here. Do you remember that robotic ship we passed a couple of days ago?”

“Of course I do.”

“Well, if we can figure out how to reproduce the robots that crewed that ship, and reprogrammed them to follow our orders . . . we’d have a crew again, wouldn’t we?”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but . . . that might just actually work.”

“Ok then. Shall we stop by there are we get what we need from this Chronian Destroyer?”

“Hmm . . . your plan still won’t work. The robots will need some sort of guiding intelligence. You and myself will be busy once we enter combat, so who’s going to be giving all the robots needed to crew this ship their orders?”

“Actually . . . I have an idea for that as well.”



Twenty-one Years Later . . .



Julian rode the turbolift up to the Bridge of the new battlecruiser-class warship Kronos, a feeling of pride sweeping through him yet again. In just a “short” twenty-one years, far sooner than any of Kali’s predictions, they had been able to not only fully repair the Kronos, but also upgrade it, welding additional armor plating and weapon mounts onto it from the other ships drifting in the Crossroads of Time. They had even found a very intact Attack Frigate, and were able to quickly bring it back up to operational capacity. Therefore, it would also be joining them in their little jaunt to the selected battle using the Crossroads of Time. Appropriately enough, the Attack Frigate had been named the Phoenix, by whomever had owned it before the ship had found its way to the Crossroads.

Kali, are we ready to crash the Devorans’ party?

We are. The portal leading to our selected battle will open in five minutes. I suggest you make your way to the Bridge.

Already on my way.

The turbolift slid to a stop, and the doors opened on a clean, brightly-lit Bridge. Numerous consoles around the Bridge had been replaced and added through the years, and many of those consoles were connected to a small box of electronics: one box for each of the consoles central to the Kronos’s main systems.

You’re here: good. I’m activating all of the robots and awakening the Link Intellects.

All around the Bridge, each of the boxes began to hum, and lights flashed along the boxes’ sides. One by one additional presences began to enter the Mind Link, as the separated algorithms Kali had created to run the ship came to life. Although far more limited in scope and power than Kali, each of the algorithms was capable of controlling the robotic crew in their assigned section of the ship. Rather than arbitrarily divide the ship up into separate parts, however, Julian had decided that the algorithms, or Link Intellects as they were called, would run each of the ship’s systems like regular officers.

“FOLI, First Officer Link Intellect, online.”
“ELI, Engineering Link Intellect, online.”
“COLI, Communications Officer Link Intellect, online.”
“SLI, Sensors Link Intellect, online.”
“HOLI, Helms Officer Link Intellect, online.”
“FLI, Flight Link Intellect, online.”
“MOLI, Marine Officer Link Intellect, online.”
“MLI, Medical Link Intellect, online.”
“WOLI, Weapons Officer Link Intellect, online.”
“PALI, Phoenix Artificial Link Intellect, online.”

Alright. Is everyone ready?

Julian settled himself into his command chair, and after a moment of thought, strapped himself into it as well.

“We’re ready boss.” The First Officer reported.

“Weapons are charged: just give me something to shoot.”

“Yeah, let’s get this show on the road!” The Flight Officer shouted into the Mind Link, proving that while most of the Link Intellects had slowly been developing personality, some of them had developed more personality than others.

Ok then let’s go . . . Kali, when the portal opens, take us in. Our target is directly behind that Devoran Command Carrier, shortly after it arrives in the battle and has launched all of its fighters.

Understood. Taking us in now.

On the viewscreen a series of lightning strikes began to appear, and then intensify as a portal out of the Crossroads began to form. It had taken Julian and Kali a number of years to realize that the views of important events throughout time that they saw while in the Crossroads were really the entrances of time conduits leading to those events. But now that they knew, or at least thought they knew how the Crossroads of Time worked, Julian had decided not to wait any longer. Today, after years of preparation, Julian would either alter the end results of the minor battle he had watched so many times, or die trying.

After carefully analyzing the parts of the battle they had been able to see before the portal closed once more, it had been decided that destroying the Command Carrier of the Devorans would be within the abilities of their small flotilla, and at the same time have a dramatic effect on the battle. If nothing else, the loss of their main strike craft platform should hurt them.

The lightning flashes had reached their peak now, and in a bright flash of light the opening parts of the battle appeared before Julian on the viewscreen, close enough to touch. As the Kronos and Phoenix came to the very edge of the portal, Julian could see the weapons fire from the ships fighting the main battle several lightseconds from the station; the explosions as the defending ships spent themselves, one by one, trying to stop the unrelenting assault of the Devoran Concordats. That was the defenders’ battle to fight alone, however, and a moment later Julian could see his own fight as the Devoran Command Carrier appeared and began to launch fighters.

I don’t know how close I can bring us in to the Command Carrier: I, for one, certainly don’t want to emerge inside the bloody thing.

“Just get me there, and I’ll get us to where we need to go: quickly.” The Helm LI replied.

Alright . . . see if you could put us just inside one lightsecond out from the Command Carrier’s aft section. That should give you enough leeway that if you’re off by a bit, we’re not screwed.

I should be able to handle that.

“I presume that you wish me to follow as closely as I can?” The Link Intellect charged with controlling the Phoenix asked.

Yeah, keep close to us on the way through the time conduit, and then once we get into combat hang back and let us deal with the Command Carrier. You hang back and harass it with your Fusion Beams: with your Cloaking Shield, you should be a natural for that task.

“Understood sir.”

“Here we go!” The Helmsman announced as the bow of the Kronos entered the temporal portal leading to the battle. There was a brilliant flash of light, and suddenly the viewscreen was filled with the image of a time conduit.

Both the Kronos and the Phoenix appeared to be moving much faster than was normally possible for temporal travel, likely a result of using the Crossroads of Time. Soon, like a h*llish light at the end of the tunnel, Julian could see a view of the battle going on at the end of the conduit. Yet more of the defenses protecting the large transport ships crumbled, as one of the defending ships creating an unstable slipstream gate, destroying itself while causing only minor damage to one of the Concordats.

I hope you know what you’re doing Julian: this battle is not going well at all.

“Ah, don’t worry about it! If I have to, I’ll kill ‘em all!” The Weapons Officer bragged, underlining his point by bringing the last of the Kronos’s new armament online.
Engineering . . . as soon as we’re clear of the temporal conduit, I want you to take the Slipstream Drive’s faster-than-light functions offline, and redirect the energy into the weapon and shield systems.

“Aye sir. You are . . . aware that we will be unable to warp out immediately, should things go . . . badly?”

Yes, I’m aware. If things go badly, then we die. We’re not going to run, because it’s quite obvious that we have nowhere to run to.

“Understood, sir. Preparing to redirect power now. Let me know when you want FTL again.”

Good. Weapons, get ready to fire. We’ll probably be at long range, so save the Quantum torpedoes until we get close. Target the Command Carrier’s aft section. Once we’re clear of the temporal conduit, you should be able to start charging the Chrono weapons as well. Flight, I want our fighters to start launching as soon as we’re clear as well. You know the drill: Slips stay back to play guard-dog, Shogun and Nials on the attack. Finally, I want you to open a channel to all friendly ships once we arrive, Communications.

“Friendly ships, sir?”

That’s simple: any ship that’s not Devoran.

“Very well sir, I’ll let you know when the channels are open.”

The rest of the very short trip was made in silence, and after another brilliant flash, Julian found himself in the midst of the battle. As planned, the Kronos and the Phoenix emerged a short distance behind the Devoran Command Carrier, currently oblivious to their presence.

“You’re on, sir.” The Communications Link Intellect informed him, and Julian straightened himself in his command chair, before beginning to speak.

“This is Captain Julian Pierce of the Temporal Warship Kronos. I have returned to offer my assistance against the Devorans. My target is currently the Devoran Command Carrier. Might I suggest that we combine our efforts? I have also been away for some time, so any information you can offer on the current situation would be welcome. Pierce out.”

An instant after the communication was finished, Julian switched back to the Mind Link.

Weapons, you know what to do: hit them.

“Oh, most certainly, sir!”

A variety of beams leapt forth from the Kronos to slam against the rear shields of the Devoran Command Carrier, causing its shields to flare but doing little else for the moment.

“Well, that got their attention: I’m reading a number of Devoran fighters closing on our position: most likely the Command Carrier’s outer fighter patrol.” The Sensors LI reported, causing Julian to frown at the rapidness of the Devoran response.

Helm, get us closer to that Command Carrier. Weapons, switch the Particle Array over to Anti-Fighter Defense, and start picking them off. Flight, feel free to have your Slips engage at will.

“Understood, sir.” The two LIs reported, and on the viewscreen Julian watched as the leading wave of Devoran fighters were vaporized in a hail of pulse phaser fire, and a number of the Kronos’s Slipstream fighters breaking away to engage the following waves of Devoran strike craft. Meanwhile, the Devoran Command Carrier began to grow in the viewscreen as the Kronos moved into a more optimum firing position for the Chrono Phasers and Quantum torpedoes.

“The Chrono Phaser 1s will be fully charged in another minute or so, sir. Shall I fire them immediately, or wait for the rest of the weapons to cycle so that I can paste that behemoth with all our guns at once?”

Wait for all guns to cycle, Weapons. While you’re at it, start charging the tractor beam: I have a feeling we’ll need it to either stop missiles, and try to hold the Command Carrier in place while we continue hammering its aft.

“Very well sir, you’re the boss.”

As the seconds continued to tick by, Julian glared at the Command Carrier, watching as its own captain no doubt wallowed in the same situation he had placed the defenders in: continue to engage the enemy in front, or turn to fight the enemy that had suddenly appeared from the rear.

“Come on, you b*stard, let’s see what you’ve got.” Julian muttered under his breath.


/ooc The additional AIs and robots are just like normal crew and officers (i.e. they can be “killed” and “injured”). Once this mission is over, Julian will be looking for human officers and crew again assuming a) he survives, and b) there are enough extra humans in the escort fleet that are willing to join him. Ooc/



Summary

- Time Warp in, directly behind the Devoran Command Carrier
- Both Kronos and Phoenix are to fire weapons into the aft section of the Command Carrier
- Firing these weapons:

Kronos

4 x Light Ion Cannons (4 Turret Mounts, 4,000c)
3 x Heavy Disruptors (12 Turret Mounts, 9,000c)
1 x Nova Cannon (3 Turret Mounts, 1,500c)

Pheonix

3 x Fusion Beams

- Chrono weapons are to begin being charged
- The FTL function of the Slipstream drive is to be temporarily taken off-line, assuming it will only take a few posts to recharge, and all the energy is to be directed into weapons and shields
- The Phoenix is to launch its fighters, and then fall back to long range from the CC, and commence with hit-and-run tactics using its cloaking shield and fusion cannons. The ship's fighters are to break off a short distance so they don't call attention to The Phoenix's real location, but they are to be close enough to provide fighter support if necessary
- The Kronos will close to short-range with the CC, at all times trying to remain in the aft weapons arc of the CC. On the approach, evasive maneuvers are to be taken, as well as a Battlecruiser-sized ship can evade.
- The Tractor Beam MK40 on the Kronos will be made ready to intercept any missiles or fighters from the CC, missiles getting first priority.
- The Kronos will launch all fighters, keeping the Slipstream fighters back as fighter support, while the Nials and Shogun harass the Devoran CC.
- The Kronos's Particle Array, Pulse Phasers, and Gatling Lasers are to be set to AFD-mode.
phew!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Actions noted
Attack Devoran Command Carrier
Weapons Fired
Chrono Weapons - 3 posts to charge - unless stated otherwise
Boosting Shields 125%
Phoenix 125%
Fighters launched
Tractor beam to point defence
particale array and lonked weapons to AFD mode
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*Watching the monitors as the various weapons fired, Bakan watched the weapon ports on the Concordat #3 glow, brighter and brighter, then fire. Jerking reflexively, Bakan was shocked not to feel impacts against the hull of the Firestorm. Looking around, he saw other crewmembers also shocked, except the science officer, who's expression was one of pure fear.*

Science Officer: "Oh mother of all..... Redemption just suffered a series of direct hits... I'm reading multiple internal fires, and explosions."

Communications Officer: "I have lost contact with her, channels onboard are a mess.'

Science Officer: "She's gonna BLOW!!!"

Bakan: "Helm, break link, hard to port NOW!! Engineering and Cortana, boost shields NOW!!!"

*Outside, the Firestorm turned and fired her engines, trying to put as much distance between her and the Redemption, her hull aflame, nutrients spraying into space and internal components, both mechanical and organic flew out, the crewmembers entering the unforgiving vaccume of space faces open in silent screams as their blood started to boil out of their bodies, their eyeballs exploded from their skulls, and their toungues ripping out from this mouths like giant sausages. Internally, the explosions and fires spead uncontrollably despite the best efforts of the damage control teams. Several crewmembers rushed into escape pods, and blasted away, right before a series of explosions reached the Quantum torpedoe storage racks.*

*With a silent grace, the Redemption exploded in the most violent of explosions generate by the large number of Quantum Torpedoes exploding. The shockwave pushed out hundreds of debris and energy away. The Nightwing, slower than the Firestorm, strengthened her aft shields, but to no avail as the full brunt of the explosion smashed into her. The shield generators, overloaded by the explosions, exploded, ripping massive holes in the hull of the Nightwing. Engines firing uncontrollably and randomly, the Nightwing banked and weaved, tearing herself apart from the internal stresses, until another volley from one of the Concordats caused what was left of her to explode.*

*The Firestorm, faster than the Nightwing, her shields tougher, still braced herself as the massive explosion rolled over her. Shields collapsed, allowed the aft hull to blister and burn, internal components overheating and exploding. Crewmembers rushed around, sealing off breached sections, only to be torn away from the ship as their section was exposed to space. As the explosion continued on it's meary way, weapons fire from Concordat #3 smashed into the Firestorm, creating massive holes in her forward end. Great plumes of flame sprew from the holes.*

*Pulling himself up from the deck, Bakan winced as he moved his left leg. Looking down, he saw bone sticking from the end where his lower leg used to be. Pulling himself up, Bakan looked around, staring at the flaming bridge. The helmsman was facedown on his controls, hands burnt from eletrical overload. The tatical officer slowely pushed himself up one-handed, not noticing his other arm was several meters away. The first officer, always ready with information, lay relatively intact on the ground, minus his head twisted at a unnatural angle and a trickle of blood coming from the corner of his mouth. The entire bridge was aflame, with most of the panels and displays damaged and non-functional. Pulling himself into his command chair, Bakan looked at the viewport, amazingly still operational.*

Bakan: "Da... damage report?"

Engineering: "Hull breaches, all decks. Main power offline, secondary at 27%. No weapons, no shields, the hull is hemoragging."

Tatical: "We are dead...."

Bakan: "Status of engines?"

Cortana: "Sublights are still online..... I'm trying to stabilize the slipstream core, but it's been heavily damaged..... unable to eject, it's going to explode if we don't find a way to vent it's energies."

Bakan: "St... location of our target?"

Cortana: "She's right in front of us, it looks like she is letting us drift."

*Grunting as a fresh wave of pain hit him from his missing leg, Bakan hit the sides of his chair, causing a emergency flight control system to deploy from on front of him. Slowely grabbing the controls, Bakan grunts as he sees the engine displays, far to many of them in the red.*

Bakan: "We have to vent the energies or die.... yet we are dead once that Concordat decides to finish us off. Cortana, Engineering, give me as much Impulse power as possible, and be prepared to open a slipstream portal."

Engineering: "I..... I can't create a stable one, not like this."

Bakan: "But a unstable one you can create, yes?"

*Looking at Bakan, who stared back coldly, the Engineering officer smiling grimely, and nodded.*

Engineering: "Aye sir, I can create one huge-ass one."

Bakan: "Excellent, Cortana, launch the log becon, and signal for all hands to evacuate."

*As Bakan's voice faded away, a rarely heard alarm, one that no spacer wants to hear started to go off. Crewmembers dropped what they were doing, and rushed towards the nearest escape pod. As soon as each pod was filled it was launched into space, alongside the log becon, containing all information gathered from the ship during it's lifetime. The engines, heavily damaged, glowed with new life as a few volunteers in engineering stabilized it, and slowely the wreck that was the Firestorm moved forward towards the Concordat #3. Slowely her hull started to glow as the slipstream core began it's final overload, while at the same time the Engineering staff worked furiously to channel the energies. The Concordat, noticing the wreck moving towards it, fired again. The weapon blasts tore right through the Firestorm, killing dozens more, yet she continued to move forward.*

*on the bridge, Bakan smiled as the Concordat grew closer and closer. Dimly he heard the Engineering officer swear as he massaged the slipstream core, and Cortana saying something, then vanishing, most likely the AI network dying on the ship. Reaching the ideal range, Bakan smiled as the green light lit up, indicating the slipstream drive was ready. Nodding at the engineering officer, Bakan without a trace of hesitation, slamme dhis mechanical fist into the panel that activated the slipstream drive.*

*In front of the Firestorm, a slipstream portal appeared. Unlike the normal portal, this one was spherical, rumbling and rippling, and growing. The Firestorm, giving it all, channeled ALL the energies within her, and fed them into her already unstable slipstream core, and the portal expanded rapidly and uncontrollably. Striking the Firestorm, she was instantly torn apart by the unstable energies, sending parts of the ship into normal space, others into the realm of slipstream. The portal, still growing more and more, reached the Concordat #3. The shields on the Concordat flickered and flared, then collapsed. The portal's growth started to slow as it consumed more and more of the Concordat #3 until it's growth halted, then suddenly, barely visable, normal space fought back, and the slipstream port collapsed, the force acting like a black hole, sucking in anything nearby into the collapsing portal, until the barriers between slipstream and normal space had healed, leaving behind the empty space and debris from the remains of the Concordat #3.*

[To be Continued]

Summary
  • Redemption destroyed by enemy fire.
  • Shockwave from Redemption's destruction destroyed Nightwing and crippled Firestorm.
  • Firestorm assualted by Concordat #3, causing slipstream core to begin overloading.
  • Firestorm called for evacuation, launching as many personal as possible from the doomed ship.
  • Firestorm moved in close to Concordat #3 under the hand of Bakan, then overloaded the slipstream core as it generated a slipstream portal.
  • The portal, unstable grew at a expodential rate, destroying the remains of the Firestorm, then consuming a unknown quantity of the Concordat #3, until it collapsed in on itself, sucking in even more nearby objects into itself.
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Unread 22 Jun 2004, 15:31   #520
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Re: Masters of Andromeda IV (New Horizons - Out of the Ashes)

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Your ammunition stores are worth more than my fleet!
Apparently he needs reloads for the next 83(!!!) battle posts, seeing as DM is at least every 14 days, let's call it a casaul 10 day to 1 DM peroid... 830/364, that's enough Quantum Torpedoes for the next 2 Years r.102 days


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certain things that are in development for all players........... call them freebies if you will
But, in theory, I don't like getting freebies... *sigh* speaking of it, the "plot hole" is nearly design finished... I mean, it's got 3x as many torpedo launchers are Bakan, but I'm sure as hell not going to fill my hold with 500 tonnes of boxes marked "explosive - handle with care"

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My post isn't finished yet, so hold the unhappy smilies back untill I post the rest of it . I have to actually order people to do stuff (which does happen in most of them, just after all the unrelated crap thrown in for no particular reason). It'll be finished by saturday at the latest, and that's an ND Promise*.







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Re: Masters of Andromeda IV (New Horizons - Out of the Ashes)

SO: Sir, scans indicate that the fighters came from three Attack Destroyers and a Command Carrier, they are 1 light second away from the world ships!
Cid: Great, at least we have targets for our next superweapon volley. It could cause a problem, however... Fine, the Amodyte and the Defender are to rip havok onto the Command Carrier and the three attack destroyers, the Privateer is to help our fighters attack those bombers and help as a command point for our fighters. All the Privateer weapons are to go to Anti-Figther mode apart from the AMD which are to remain as they are!
FC: Relaying orders now, sir!
Cid: Divert FTL drives from regeneration to strengthen superweapons of the Amodyte and the Defender as well as placing some strength into our anti-fighter and anti-missile defences.
EO: Doing so now, sir!
No1: Sir, the runners have found some coffee beans and are making it now for you, sir.
Cid: Excellent!

*Cid smiled as he watched the holo-map of the situation he was facing soon. He frowned a little as he watched himself being the World Ship's only hope of survival.*

Cid: How are the World Ships?
SO: They are at 95% sheild power
Cid: As long as they dont fall below 75% sheild power it is all fine!
No1: With destroyers closing in it might be harder to acheive...
Cid: Concentrate the Defender and the Amodyte weapons on those destroyers, use the tractor beams to quickly knock any missiles away from us and, hopefully, back at them, use a catapult effect if neccessary.
No1: That still may not be enough.
Cid: No, but I know what WILL be enough! Fire all the EMP missile pods from the Defender, two missiles for one destroyer, two for another. Directly after the EMP missiles I want the Defender to launch all 5 Proton Torpeadoes, 3 on the first destroyer, 2 on the second. Then I want both the Defender and the Amodyte to fire 3 cruise missiles each, the Defender to launch against the first destroyer, the Amodyte to launch against the second. This means the first Attack Destroyer receives 2 EMP, 3 Proton and 3 Cruise... the second Attack Destroyer would gain 2 EMP, 2 Proton and 3 Cruise. I want it in that order! a ten secon space between each volley. If all goes well, those attack destroyers will be pulp before they can do anything.

*Cid smiles as the SO quickly makes a hologram of the plan to display on the holo-map so the WO and No1 could make sense of it all. A runner walked next to Cid's chair and knelt down, a cup of steaming black liquid was in his right hand. It was a corporal of about 20 years of age, wearing the usual shraanian remnant attire and with a few ribbons on his chest to demonstrate he had been a part of the Amodyte since it's first ventures away from Cid's Admiral father.*

Runner: Your coffee, Sector Commander...
Cid: Excellent! You any good at engineering?
Runner: I am mainly an soldier, sir, but I do some engineering...

*Cid's expression changed to a wide grin.*

Cid: Excellent... I may have work for the troopers on this ship in the near future... since they ain't doing much else, they might as well do something...
No1: What did you mainly have in mind?
Cid: You'll know soon enough...


-Actions-
Privateer to continue towards bombers and act as 'base' or 'control' for the Shraan fighters
Privateer weapons to go into AFD mode (AMD to remain AMD)
Defender and Amodyte to assault the Attack Destroyers
Use energy-based weapons to attack Devoran Attack Destroyers
Use tractor beams to quickly 'grab' incoming missiles and 'hopefully' throw them back
Defender and Amodyte FTL drives to divert power towards energy-based weapons and Superweapons
Superweapons to continue charging
Missiles to assault Attack destroyer 1 and 2 with following missile routine:
  1. 2 Emp (10 second wait), 3 Proton (10 second wait), 3 Cruise
  2. 2 EMP (10 second wait), 2 Proton (10 second wait), 3 Cruise
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Re: Masters of Andromeda IV (New Horizons - Out of the Ashes)

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ooc: I'll follow suit and stick in a summary as well. If I have time I'll follow up with a much-explosion filled post with extra explosions.


Action Summary
Pandora - Dying Moments (Pending authorisation)
- No 1 Discovers by staring out bridge dome that Pandora is on a head on course with enemy ship #5 and collision is imminent if control cannot be restored
- Enemy ship #5 opens fire
- Chaos reigns throughout the ship. In the hanger bay giant chunks of metal and cargo fly everywhere killing many.
- Order given to fire HPC's (Superweapons) at enemy ship #5.
- More enemy weapon hits and this time it's terminal. Evac order given.
- Pandora now doomed and under heavy fire. Escape pods scatter in all directions. Hanger bay undergoes near-total collaspse trapping those few still left inside. This includes the EO, MC and Hewitt.
- A decision is made to arm the reflex missiles and remove all safety features. This is done but as this happens Both Hewitt and the MC are buried under falling debris and killed instantly (or are they???)
- Recent debris fall reveals an opening. EO makes a desperate dash for an escape pod and escapes just before it is too late.
- Pandora runs head on into enemy ship #5 and explodes spectacularly. The 4 reflex missiles add to this drastically.

Immortal Raven
- Lament over doomed state of Pandora
- Target lock on enemy ship #6 engine array maintained however.
- All weapons fired including superweapons (missile weapons still on manual fire)
- All excess power used to boost front shields in case enemy ship #6 suddenly goes bye-bye...

20 Jupiter fighters currently under command of flagship.
- Receive news about loss of Pandora
- WC goes into a silent rage
- Enemy Dragon bombers spotted
- WC ignores orders and leads the jupiter fighter squadron after them
- Formation changed from delta into paired formation (Everyone into pairs; 1 Leadman followed closely by 1 Wingman in covering position - if still unclear what this means, go out and hire TOP GUN )
- Squadron moves to intercept

And...

THE BLACK ARMADA SQUADRON
- Exit hyperspace behind enemy ship #6.
- Charge weapons and shields
- Deploy all fighters and scoutships (20 Polaris, 4 Angel and 4 scout ships)
ok actions noted
Superweapon charge - 3 posts
Pandora to Ram no5
fighters to attack bombers
immortal raven fires at no6
Black Armada warps in
fighters deployed
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Editting in additional points to my post as I go along...I'll post something that's actually significent next
ok I trust in the ND (sort of like trusting in the force but only more dodgy)
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(I’d like to use my Potion of Success +13 on this post. Because I need it. And the post itself too, it’s nowhere near the great-ness that the whole scene is in my head...)

[Cue evil laughter on Fluffie’s bridge.]

“We live. WE LIVE!

SO – “Yeah. Sure seems that way... Guess some others took the blows. Scanners read that Cruiser and Dreadnaught both damaged, badly. Very badly.”

No1 – Reading report from sickbay – “Damnit... GODDAMNIT. Sir, read this...”

The Numbero Uno shows his Captain the damage report, which includes some casualties. Reading it, Fluffie’s previous joy turns into anger. Unable to speak, he looks at his No1, his face less certain than a few seconds before.

No1 – “I guess they knew what they signed up for as pirates, but...”

EO – “But loosing men never ain’t good.”

“Aye... Aye...”

The mood on the bridge had gone down a notch. Or two. Outside, the Slipstream fighters that had previously been further away from the Concordat, due to possible risk of incoming superweapons, began returning, assuming aggresive escort and intercept positions.

Flight Control – “Fighters are back guarding us...”

WO – “Particle Arrays both still on AFD setting. Normal weapons almost ready for another attack, superweapons nearly charged. Tractor beams all operational and currently on point defense still, Sir.”

Comms – “I’ve managed to jamm Devoran communications. Might aid us in combat...”

SO – “Shields are down to around 100% strenght. The ship itself took some bangs as well... But we’re still in the water.”

EO – “Nothing a paint job won’t fix.”

SO – “Yup. Feeding both Concordat’s and Slipstream Fighters’ flight computers battle data. We should get some better tactics and results up...”

Unknowingly, the crewmen probably were trying to divert Fluffie’s mind from the (few) fallen men so far.

He wasn’t being diverted much though. He knew he hadn’t much facilities for them aboard, but that did not mean he didn’t care about them.

For he did. Loosing lifes stung badly.

No1 – “Sir...”

“I know, I know.

Seeing Fluffie still wasn’t really around, Janez Dedt [ The No. 1 ] took charge. Nothing important, just the household stuff that needed doing.

No1 – “Engineering, send an ADCT to that damaged Disruptor and get it working again. Keep boosting shields from Slipstream Drives, see if you can milk some extra power from them. WO, don’t use that Disruptor for now, we don’t want anything exploding. SO, Comms, continue with the tasks the Captain assigned you earlier. Medbay, MC, keep your men spread around the ship. Spread the MASH teams more economically, we all hate to see our own fall...

[ IMPORTANT BIT FOR KAMA AND UR QUAN ]

And, finally, Comms, send a message to Captain Kama and that Ur Quan fella, see if they require us to help.”

Affirmative replies spread around the bridge, zooming in on Janez. Nodding satisfied, she looks at her Captain, worriedly. His anger still showed on his face, but she recognized part of another expression in it.... As if he was forming a plan. A cunning plan perhaps, but then again, his plans usually centered on massive firepower and then some more. And then even more.

All of a sudden, Fluffie seemed to break out of his ‘trance’, looking at the EO.

“Are the Tractor Beams capable of launching burning Concordats?”

EO – looking slightly amazed at the question – “Eh... No, don’t think so...”

”How about dragging them along if we set the Impulse Drives to full power?”

EO – still not understanding Fluffie’s plan – “Eh... Possibly, I think...”

No1 – grinning softly, trying to kick the Cap’n out of his sodding – “Don’t tell me you’ve actually got a cunning plan for a change.

(Slightly amused, as always, by his lovely but rocking No1. A female Numbero Uno.)
”Partially, yeah, babe.”

No1 – “Oh my God. Want me to prepare the lifeboats?”

“Nah... Just prepare to boost the forward shields, full power.”

No1 and the rest of the bridgecrew – “???”

“Nothing much. Just avenging those lives... Devoran mother****ers are going down. Down into the gutter.”

WO – “You talking about our Phasers 8 and Anti Matter Cannons?”

“That’s the part where we grind them to a bloody pulp, once they are in the gutter.”

Fluffie had started toying with his menacing weapon again, when he began talking about smashing and killing the Devoran. This obviously was partially a good sign, it meant he was back in the business of killing other spaceships.

“Helm! Maximum speed... Set a course that’ll take us past the burning Concordat (#2). Once we’re there, storm directly at Concordat #1, take us over it and pull of a full 180 degree turn, setting the drives to full reverse, taking us away from it, but still with our weapons blasting...”

Helm – “Sure... I guess...”

”Good lad. EO, WO, prepare all our Tractor Beams to grab onto Concordat #2. We’ll take it along for a while and ram it straight into #1. After that and the 180, we’ll fire all our Neutron and Disruptor Cannons again, along with the Phasers and Anti Matter Cannons.”

WO – Chuckling – “....fireworks...”

EO – “AYE SIR. Disengaging Tractor Beam point defence mode...”

WO – “And preparing to grab onto that son of a bitch.”

No1 – “Oh yeah. That, is, one, arrousing plan. Sir.”

“They’re going to pay. FC, tell our fighters to cover our rear mostly, since we’ll be diverting all shield power to the forward ones...”

EO – “Changing shield power distribution now.”

Helm – “We are underway...”

Turning about, the big Concordat that belonged to Fluffie suddenly sped away from its fighter escort, the numerous and nimble Slipstream Fighters spreading around, now specifically guarding its backside. Some occasionally still speed forward, attacking foes that dared venture in front of the now fast moving Battle Star.

EO – “Tractor Beams ready... You have one shot.”

WO – “I know. That’s why I am WO...”

As the Black Diamond approaches Devoran Concordat #2, its Tractor Beams all lance out, latching onto its hull. Having a firm hold of it, Fluffie’s ship starts dragging it along, heading straight toward Dev. Con. #1.

Weapons’ fire from the now probably scared Devoran vessel slams into both approaching Concordats, splashing into shields or either wrecking the other one more. To no avail though, the engines of Fluffie’s Diamond continiously flare bright as they propel the ship to the fastest velocity it can achieve on such short notice...

SO – “Approaching our target. Release package on my signal...”

Both the WO and the Helmsman nod, one ready to release, the other to affirm that he knows he’ll have to pull of one heck of a stunt with the Battle Star: a full 180, switching into full reverse during it.

EO – “ADCT units standing by at key locations, in case the strain gets to much for the old lady...”

No1 – “Copy that.”

The Concordat trembles slightly as multiple hits impact with the weakened side and rear shields, but still succesfully disengages its Tractor Beams, slamming the Devoran wreck straight into its sistership.

The Black Diamond itself narrowly skims over the top and fires all its maneuvering thrusters, pushing the ship into a full 180. Seconds later, her reverse drives kick in as all others shut down, beginning to push the Concordat backwards. Still close to it, the damage is massive already...

Helm – “Full reverse, coming up...”

EO – “Superweapons fully charged. Forward shields boosted as much as I could...”

WO – “All weapons have locked on with the Tactics Comp.”

No1 – “Good, good... Ready to fire...”

”Wait for my signal...”

WO – “Aye sir.”

Outside, the Black Diamond is picking up speed again, only this time travelling backwards. All its weapons’ ports glow brightly, this time including the superweapon ones. The distance between the collission site and the ship quickly increases again, as both enemy and friendly fighters hold their dodgefights all around.

FC – “Ordering our fighters to get away from the blast zone...”

Finishing off their foes with some quick blows and lethal tactics, the dodgefights cease and the Slipstream jets quickly speed off, heading for (reasonably) safety and engaging their foes there for the moment... Some daredevils though, such as John Mac Johnsons Son, live and fly dangerously, seeking out opponents at all times and at all locations... All in order to keep the Concordat’s fat and big ass safe.

WO – “Sir...”

Firing distance between the Diamond and the Devoran cash site was optimal...

”For those that fell and might fall.....

Full Alpha Strike...

DAMNIT, FIRE!

The vessel is pushed back a reasonable distance as all its operational weapons discharge at the same moment, unleashing hell upon those struck. The weapons’ fire impacts, the normal weapons hitting their mark first, simply splashing into the shields of the Devoran. Second to arrive are the Phaser 8 beams, simply ripping through the already weakened shields and scorching the vessel’s hull, making it into every ship yard’s nightmare.

And last, but not least, the two massive Anti Matter Cannon explosions finish the job, or at least, so they are supposed to...

[After the blast has cleared.]

“Divert all shield power to all shields evenly again, all fighters to previous escort positions again.”

EO – “Aye. Recharging superweapons...”

SO – “Scanning now, lets see what remains...”




Actions Summary:
- AFD kept on AFD.
- Comms continued jamming Devoran Communications. Also continues to (try and) listen in to all communications, informing the Captain of anything special.
- SO feeds battle data gained from Sensors/Astrometrichs into both the Concordats and all Slipstream flight computers (for greater tactics etc.).
- Continued to use Slipstream Drives to boost shields. EO tried to get a little more juice from them.
- Send a ADCT to fix that damaged Disruptor (which was taken offline).
- Disengaged Tractor Beams from point defence, used them to grab Concordat #2 with.
- Rammed Concordat #2 into #1.
- Performed a full 180 after having rammed #2 and flown over Concordat #1, going into full reverse.
- Forward shields were fully boosted for the duration of this post, leaving all other shields at 50% or so. Afterwards, they are set to all equal settings (while still boosted from Slipstream Drives).
- Performed an Alpha Strike at medium distance (firing 2 Phasers 8, 2 Anti Matter Cannons, 12 Heavy Neutron Cannons and 11 Heavy Disruptors). Target: Concordat #1. With the aid of the Advanced Tactics Computer.
- Fighters were still guarding the Concordat, but focussed on the weaker shielded parts of it. After this post, they are on “normal” (but reasonably aggressive guarding and interception) duty again.
Actions Noted
Comms Jamming
Shields boosted/switched
Tractors lock on to conc 2 successfully
launch conc2 at Conc 1
Failure in manuver to avoid total explosion
alpha strike launched
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[OOC]: Okay, this is my last post in this thread before my vacation (leaving Wednesday, woohoo! [Don't worry, I'll be back online next Tuesday]) Inspectre, Fluffie, No Dachi, and anyone else that loves long posts, eat your hearts out, for this baby, EXCLUDING the Dramatic Persona, Summary, and ship specs, weighs on at... 12,020 words . Introducing in this post is my new ship, my new captain and crew, and a nice touch of action, among other things. Grab some popcorn, get a cold one from the fridge, sit down, get comfy and enjoy [/OOC]

Dramatic Persona
Captain - Incom Morgan
First Officer (No1) - Kyle Carter
AI - Dorothy
Weapons Officer - Hubart Riggs
Science Officer - Tara Dudoc
Helm Officer - Lewis Bean
Engineering Officer - Iris McClain
Communications Officer - Kate Perrin
Chief Medical Officer - Trisha McCoy
Wing Commander - Corran Kline
Marine Commander - Matt McClane
Arms Master Officer - Korben Hoist
Chief Security Officer - John Smith
Morgue Officer (For LH cause I know she will put this officer to good use) - Rebecca I. Peters
Commander of Escort Carrier #1 - Erin Gehnam
Commander of Escort Carrier #2 - Sarah Gehnam

And Now - The Post

The cold blackness of open space, lit only by the consoles of his fighter, the stars danced around, bright flashes of energies designed to main and kill filled the star-filled sky. The stars twisted and weaved, as if the universe was going insane, then a bright flash, thousand upon thousands of portals opening. Emerging from each came a vessel, large, massive, bristling with so many bright lights, lights that streaked out death and destruction, beams that burned the warriors, the intellects, the guilty, and the innocent. Women screams as they were roasted alive, their babies that they clung to there breasts screaming as they were turned to so much cinder and ash. Brave warriors leaped forward in ships of giant destruction only to be struck down, and turned to evil. The portals kept opening, until it seemed that the very stars were blotted out, where the only thing one could see was a giant wall of metal ships. The wall of ships the merged into a face, a hideous face, laughing, and its teeth soaked red with the blood of its victims, it's eyes replaced with maggots. Slowly it grew ever closer, with tiny details on the face suddenly jumping out into clear focus, open faces, screaming in pain, many of them horribly disfigured. Veins popping from foreheads, eyeballs in the midst of exploding, flesh being pulled away, every gory detail was brought out. Worst yet was that the faces were still alive, screaming in pain, spitting out blood and other organic parts into space where they slowly spun away. Slowly the mouth opened, exposing the blood soaked teeth, still covered with the internal organs of its victims, sharper than razors and ready to take a final bite, to add more blood to it’s face, to attempt to fill a appetite that could never be filled. Growing closer and closer towards the fighter, the teeth started to bite into it. Driving slowly through the shields of the fighter, which instantly collapse and implode, filling the cockpit with the arid stench of burning components, the occupant struggles, firing volley upon volley of weapons fire into the giant face, which greedily ate up the fire, and smiled even more. The teeth punch through the cockpit and into the controls, shattering them beyond use. Pulling out, the occupant gasps in pain and coldness, oh so very very cold strikes him, the empty cold of space and death. Felling his blood start to bubble out of his body, his eyeballs starting to pop out of his eye sockets, tongue tearing out of his mouth like a raw sausage, the occupant screams a final scream of defiance, pain, and hopelessness. Then the teeth come crashing down again, driving deep into the legs of the pilot, and severing them. The teeth pull away, soaked even more with fresh blood, then stab down again, then pain, so much pain, and blackness……

*Screaming, Incom Morgan shot up from his bed. Panting, his bed sheets soaked with sweat, Morgan tried desperately to get his breathing under control. Bed sheets twisted around him, soaked in his own sweat clung to Incom Morgan tightly, with the stench of panic filling his nostrils. Starting to shiver from the cold sweat, Morgan tried to move, but found that he was clenching the bed sheets tightly in his hands. Unclenching his fists with a series of popping sounds, rapidly whispering to himself, while running his hands through his hair:*

Incom Morgan: "It was only a dream..... it was only a dream..... it was only a dream....."

*Laying back down on the bed, Morgan looked over at the local chronometer. The time was 05:36, blinking over to 05:37, uncaring to the concerns of its observer. Feeling the rush of adrenaline start to fade from his system, Morgan sighed to himself as he failed to sense sleepiness kick it. Knowing that he would be unable to get any more sleep, he pushed himself off his bed, and stumbled towards the nearby closet, taking a look out the portal outside to see stars and space for once besides the glimmering blue of a slipstream portal, or what sadly far more common, wreckage from massive battles. These were sad days, with only sadder days on the horizon, yet there was little else that anyone could do but to push on. Reaching into the closet, Morgan pulled out a small bottle, with the label torn away, the bottle itself half empty. Grabbing two of the pills, Morgan holds them up, as if the universe was contained within them. Tossing them into his mouth, he swallows them whole. Almost instantly he feels the effects, the exhaustion that haunts him melts away, the tiredness from lack of sleep vanishes like the fog as the sun rises on a fresh new morning. Blinking and smiling, Incom Morgan feels a stab of guilt, then tosses the bottle back into the back of the closet. The nightmares were getting more and more to him each night, ever since the day of blackness, where hope was completely snuffed out as the Devorans destroyed the Arrakis homeworld. Pulling out some clothing, he starts to dress himself, for now that he was awake, he might as well do something.*

Time: 06:54
Location: Deck 6


*Walking throughout the corridors, carrying a large assortment of data-pads, Kyle Carter made his way through various corridors. Looking at most of the other officers, he nodded at them, noticing the worn looks, the tired glazes, and the hesitant nods in return. Moral was nearly at an all time low, with good reason. The only time he could recall it being lower was during the AI revolts over 100 years ago, and then, there was at least a glimmer of hope. Now however, hope was a scarcer supply than lomin-ale and warm bodies to man ships. Seeing ones home system completely destroyed tended to do that to a crew, thus is was a mild shock that they were still operational. Especially the captain, for he seemed to be able to smile a lot still, something far to many people now has trouble with. Deep in his own thoughts, he barely notices a figure right in front of him, until he is about to run into it. Yelling out, he tries to dodge to the side, but fails and instead slips, and falls right through the figure. Crashing hard, sending his data-pads flying, Kyle swore, and picked himself up.*

Kyle Carter: "Damnit Dorothy, what did I tell you about sneaking up on people like that?"

Dorothy: "I am sorry, Kyle Carter, I activated the holo-systems within 5 meters in front of you, which should be ample time according to research for you to notice my presence."

*Picking up the data-pads that had fallen, Kyle spares a moment to look at Dorothy, or rather the hologram that the ship's AI used to represent herself (why it chose to be a she was something that many programmers still wondered, for originally the programming was suppose to be gender neutral, yet somewhere along the “birthing” process it choose to adopt a female persona). Appearing as a swirl of green and purple pixels that strongly represented a short, petite young lady in a ancient dress, Dorothy tilted her head at Kyle as he stands on up, her expression one of curiosity."

Kyle Carter: "Dorothy, something you must learn something. Us humans can't spend every moment of our time paying attention to every single tiny detail every moment of our lives, most unlike you. We loose focus, we get distracted, we zone out and focus within ourselves."

Dorothy: "Understandable, human minds, while rather elegant and efficient in their own right, need "rest" at times. Particularly at this "early hour" which it seems many of you are unable to function properly without some type of stimulation."

Kyle Carter: "Yes, I need my coffee before I'm fully awake, and that was one of my destinations before you stopped me. What are you doing here anyways?"

Dorothy: "Most of the crew are resting, only the night shift are active, and I have already finished my observations of them. As the ship's first officer, you seemed to be the intriguing subject for observations to humanoid performance at early hours."

Kyle Carter: "Ah, a human rat, lovely. Why don't you go observe the Captain, he's probably up already."

Dorothy: "I am already observing him currently, though his activities are of minimal interest due to their repetition. You can find him in the Gym."

Kyle Carter: "What, watching him work out is not interesting?"

Dorothy: "The Captain is already in exceptional physical condition for a man of his age. why would he want to put himself through extra pain and suffering to improve a situation that is improvable."

*Hearing that, Kyle smiled to himself. While many crewmembers were skeptical of Dorothy, the first AI to be implanted into a ship in over 80 years, he found her lack of knowledge in human nature amusing. Some were frightened by this, but it comforted him, knowing that even a great AI could not understand some of the basic concepts of human nature. Many history books from before 80 years ago also had stated that most AI’s were unable to comprehend human nature, that only a few exceptional ones were able to. Ironically it was those that led the great AI revolt those many years ago that spiraled into a bloody war, who’s aftermath led to every AI being destroyed. Dorothy was literally the first of her kind since then that was created by Arrakis hands. Nothing else except a full-out AI could manage such a ship like a Glory class Dreadnaught.*

Kyle Carter: "Dorothy, what are the odds of us being able to win the current war?"

Dorothy: "We have approximately a 0.34743% chance of winning the war, with a 0.00633% chance of surviving if we persist to continue to fight."

Kyle Carter: "So fighting this war is futile then, why should we fight?"

Dorothy: "The only alternatives are fleeing, which has a low success rate as of now, or fighting, which again has a low rate. It is futile, yet we have no choice."

Kyle Carter: "We have no choice, cause otherwise we will die, but we have a choice. The Captain works out because he chooses to, it's his way to fight again the universe by pushing himself farther."

Dorothy: "That is illogical and a inefficient use of resources."

Kyle Carter: "My dear Dorothy, that is human nature right there."

*Smiling, Kyle walked around Dorothy and continued on his path. Conversations with Dorothy were always amusing, for she kept people on their toes. Looking at the corridors, composed of harsh metals, the floor carpeted with low-slick, fire resistant carpeting, he smiled. This ship was the first one in many years he served on that was not heavily damaged, barely hanging together. The last vessels Kyle had been on were practically wrecks that were on their last legs, being pushed by prays more than engine power, yet they did the job. The price for a fully working glory class dreadnaught though was exceptionally high. Turning another turn, he smiled as he saw an officer pull out a blackened component from a wall panel. Hearing her swearing, he couldn’t help but laugh, causing her to turn on him, eyes ready to shoot a plasma bolt into his heart.*

Kyle Carter: "You can always have a ensign do that Iris. You are the Engineering Chief, you don't have to be doing these trivial repairs on a........ tertiary power converter."

Iris McClain: "Laugh all you want, I had to get out of Engineering for a bit. Besides, I find it helps connect to my staff, showing them I'm willing to get my hands dirty alongside the rest of them."

Kyle Carter: "Hey, I think it's a good thing. I feel pain for the person that thinks we are bragging that you know every component of this ship. Speaking of which, I have some of these data-pads for you. You know, the usual crew evaluations, maintenance schedules, etc etc."

Iris McClain: "Oh yay, such fun they are. I just love paperwork."

Kyle Carter: "I'm sure you do there, want more."

Trisha McCoy: "Oh yes, our universe as we know it is collapsing, and you are still worried about paperwork."

*Turning to look at the ship's doctor, not surprisingly wearing a lab coat over her black/blue uniform, Kyle shook his head. A gifted doctor, excellent surgeon, she was the person you wanted working on who as half your internal organs to try escape from your body. However, afterwards, it would be in your best interests to get a doctor who had a much better attitude and bedside manner, otherwise you would be in more than when you were holding in your stomach and intestines with your bare hands. Not that he could fault her, after all her husband died under her care during the great retreat. It was a miracle that she was able to perform to well.*

Kyle Carter: "We have to keep some constants in this universe, and never-ending paperwork is one of them."

*Before Trisha could retort, Kyle's wrist comm beeped at him. Raising it to his ear, he listened for a second, nodded, then lowered it back down.*

Kyle Carter: "Looks like we may have to cut this short here, communications picked up some from the Firestorm under Captain Bakan, time-delayed. Better get your way to the conference room there. One of us should notify the Captain, knowing him he probably turned his comm off."

*With a flicker of sparkling lights, Dorothy appeared among the officers, with Trisha jumping back, and Iris to shrug as if holograms appearing on their own was normal.*

Dorothy: "I have already notified the rest of the command staff. The Captain is located in the gym. I will notify him."

*Vanishing again, Kyle looks at his fellow officers and shrugs. It was odd that Dorothy would get involved such, but he was not one to argue.*

Kyle Carter: "Well, the AI will take care of the Captain, we better make our way to the conference room there."

Time: 07:21
Location: Deck 8


*Grunting, Incom Morgan pushed himself. Straining, sweating appearing over his body, he pushed and push, until finally, his arms were fully extended, holding up the weight bar above him. Leaning his arms back a little, he twisted his wrists, locking the bar in place. Sitting up on the weight bench, Incom Morgan grabbed his towel and wiped off his face. Having arrived at the gym after waking up, he had gone through a complete workout, and was starting to feel the effects. Despite the pain he felt he was smiling for now he felt more alive and ready. A good breakfast after the workout would probably be in order as well, considering that his stomach was starting to rumble with hunger finally. Taking those pills always killed his appetite as well for a time, but eventually it always came back with a vengeance. Looking around that the nearly deserted gym, occupied only by a pair of Marines training with some of the SSS troops, Incom smiled at they worked together. Standing up, he walked over to the pull-up bar system. Bending down to apply the boots, Incom grabbed the bar above him, then with a grunt of effort, swung his feet up to catch the boots on the bar. Locking to place, Incom let go and fell until he was vertical with the ground, held up by the boot. Interconnecting his fingers behind his head, Incom started doing sit-up's. Closing his eyes, he focused on the pains of his body, mentally erasing them one by one. By number 50, he opened his eyes, smiled, then screamed as he stared at the holographical bosom of Dorothy.*

Incom Morgan: "DAMNIT Dorothy, what have we all been telling you about sneaking up on us!?!"

Dorothy: "To provide ample warning. I appeared at the entrance to these facilities and walked over slowly. You choose to close your eyes preventing yourself from detecting my presence."

*Grunting, Incom pulled himself up, passing through Dorothy, grabbed the bar and freed his feet. Letting go, Incom landed gracefully, and pulled off the boots for the next person, and starred at her. Dorothy starred back. For a few seconds the two starred, with the silence in the gym only interrupted by the sounds of the Marines and SSS troops practicing. Watching Dorothy’s unblinking state, Incom grumbled and grabbed his towel and started making his way towards the men's locker room, working on drying off the sweat on his face.*

Incom Morgan: "Why are you here anyways Dorothy. I thought you said this space was a waste of resources at one point."

Dorothy: "You mis-understood. Using the biomain pods, you can stimulate muscle growth and perform all these activities while asleep, with far greater results, yet most of the crew seems to frown upon that option."

Incom Morgan: "We like to do things ourselves here."

*As the door to the locker room opened, Incom stepped on through and made his way to his locker. Turning he saw Dorothy following him, not looking concerned at all about her current location. More than slightly annoying, Incom grumbled and pulled open his locker and started removing his workout clothing."

Incom Morgan: "Alright, spill it, why are you here?"

Dorothy: "5.8 minutes ago we received a transmission from Captain Bakan of the Firestorm. They seemed to be under the impression that the final dock was still intact, and was notifying it of his mission."

Incom Morgan: "A mission, him, he's been almost a renegade since the start of the war."

Dorothy: "That is true, this mission he signed up for was to escort a group of colony ships to a safe haven to rebuild forces for a eventual counter-attack. There was a high risk of interception and thus was wondering if any further ships could be spared."

Incom Morgan: "That does not really sound like him at all, I take it a conference has been called."

Dorothy: "Yes, at O-eight hundred hours, main conference room. The rest of the command staff has been notified."

*Finishing removing his clothing, Incom felt some embarrassment knowing Dorothy was right there, but he knew that even if her hologram was not there, she was constantly observing the functions of the ship. There were only a few sections onboard where she did not have complete reign, and sadly enough the designers of the ship didn’t feel it would be a good idea to make the locker rooms one of the sections. Shrugging mentally he grabbed a towel and headed towards the showers, but then spun and looked at Dorothy who apparently was following him, despite the social taboos about women entering men’s locker rooms and vise versa.*

Incom Morgan: "I'll be at the conference room at 8, until then, give me some time alone, okay. I don't like you here already, and even less so if you try to continue conversation in the shower, let alone when I get some breakfast."

Dorothy: "I had already concluded our conversation was completed. You are such a louse Incom Morgan."

*As the hologram representation of Dorothy flickered then faded away, Incom smiled, then frowned and made his way towards the showers, already thinking about the transmission.*

Time: 07:58
Location: Deck 2 - Conference Room


Dorothy: "Evidently this transmission was sent fairly recently. However due to the distances involved, it is impractical for us to reply to it in my humble opinion, at least via communications channels."

Incom Morgan: "In your opinion, I gotcha. Well, we all are here, play it for us."

*Looking around at the officers of his ship, Morgan smiled as he saw them all there. It was rare that a conference meeting occurred after a battle where some officer was not missing. Kyle Carter sat closest to him, still going over some data-pads. Hubart Riggs and Tara Dudoc looked up from their conversation, most likely about targeting sensors and how to improve them. Lewis Bean sat slightly apart, looking out into empty space, but then again, they all were used to that already. Kate Perrin also was typing away at a data-pad, one with a link light indicating she was still working on the transmission they had received. Trisha McCoy sat apart also, arms crossed, obviously not knowing why she was at the meeting. Corran Kline and Matt McClane looked up also from their conversation, for once apparently not the semi-friendly rivalry the two had going. Finally was the hologram of Dorothy, who for obvious reasons was not sitting, but instead was standing near the display at the head of the room, looking quite bored, as if these meetings were below her sending a holographical representation of herself. With a almost casual wave of her hand, Dorothy activated the recording of the transmission, with Captain Bakan's face filling the display.*

Bakan: "Security Code Alpha-Tango-Foxtrot-Charlie-000, I have the following report to make. The transmission was genuine; there is a massive exodus movement. We are going along with them for now, to help out as much as possible. The odds for combat are significantly high, thus we ask that any ships you have available to come with us. Truthfully, it’s not as if we can do greater good anywhere else here. We will be leaving the Space Station here soon. Good luck to all, and vengeance against the Devorians. Captain Bakan, signing out."

*The display winked out, and Dorothy turned towards the rest of the officers, her face strangely looking as if she was tired, which was very unusual for normally it was a expression of disdain.*

Dorothy: "This message is genuine, and HEAVILY encrypted, took me a significant amount of time to decode and translate it. Obviously he does not know about the lost of our last shipyard 2 days ago, nor the loss of the last fleet or our sister ship the Dremer."

Kyle Carter: "Working on human emotions there Dorothy?"

Dorothy: "Yes, plus this took 58 seconds for me to make the transmission viewable. For me, a advance AI unit, that is like several years for you working non-stop without sleep or break on a mathematical problem."

Incom Morgan: "That's enough people. We all know, right now, we are one of the last surviving Arrakis ships out there."

Kate Perrin: "Actually, according to transmissions, only us and Captain Bakan's small flotilla are the only ships confirmed to still exist."

Corran Kline: "There is still the chance of other ships out there. A small chance, but a chance at the very least."

Tara Dudoc: "Common, the Devorans are curb-stomping us left and right, we are lucky to be alive AND intact!"

Incom Morgan: "People. Officially we have no mission, no command, no chain of command. In fact we are alone. Alone we will be picked off eventually, most likely being unable to make a difference. However, the mission Captain Bakan set off on will possibly give us the chance to make a great difference. Thus I am defining our mission. We will travel with all due haste to the Captain Bakan's location and join up. I'm sure they will like the sole Glory class dreadnaught ever created by Arrakis hands to be at the battle."

Dorothy: "At full flank speed via slipstream we should be able to make it before they leave according to Captain Bakan's transmission. However we would have to leave now."

Iris McClain: "The engines are ready for it. In fact, we are above 100% efficiency in all regards."

Hubart Riggs: "I second that with the weapons, including the new IMOD's."

Incom Morgan: "That's good, I'm sure that Captain Bakan will like the finished blueprints to those. Hope the Devoran's like them as much."

Corran Kline: "All fighters are also working perfectly, not to mention we are ready to go into space."

Incom Morgan: "Okay, we as of this point are at the best we will most likely be at. Thus, unless anyone has any objections, we will head off and take this mission as well."

*Looking around at the conference room, Incom Morgan smiles as he sees noone raise their hands in objection. Standing up he nods to the rest of the staff as they also rise.*

Incom Morgan: "It is settled then, we shall set off. Notify all stations, we probably will be getting into a fight pretty soon. Lewis Bean, get us there as soon as possible. Everyone else, make ready."

Outside

*Outside, in the deep empty void of space, the Glory class Dreadnaught Glory slowly turned. For the past few days, she had been hiding in the midst’s of a debris field from the last Arrakis space station, which had been abandoned after the Devorans were done with it, for the Glory had nowhere else to go. Her grey and black hull, rippling as if organic reflected some of the starlight. Gun turrets, locked down were a impressive monument to the intention of the ship, all of them looking nasty, ready to deal out pain and destruction upon the enemies of the Arrakis people, which at this time consisted solely of the Devorans. The Glory’s 8 Impulse Engines then fired, slowly accelerating her as a slipstream portal opened up in front of her. The Glory slipped into it gracefully leaving behind the former secret shipyards of Arrakis, now shattered hopes, dreams, debris, and bodies of the dead.*

Time: 09:34
Location: Deck 1 - Main Bridge


*Sweating slightly, Lewis Bean manipulated the controls on his console. Holding onto a yoke system, he turned and weaved the Glory through the patterns of slipstream. Appearing as ripples of energy racing along the ship, with the barest trace of the empty blankness of space mixed in with the dark blue of the slipstream dimension, it was a beautiful sight. Keeping a eye on the main display and on the controls, he kept the Glory on course. The slipstream drive, a wonder of technology, catapulting the ship at faster than light speeds required a organic touch. Only a few AI's in history were ever able to run a jump through slipstream, and those jumps were very short, unlike this one. Already an hour into the trip, Lewis Bean was feeling tired. Seeing and sensing a distortion ahead, he pulled the controls, sending Glory turning around it. Checking the progress map, he smiles at they near their destination. Sparing a second to hit a thumb switch, indicating the reversal of the Glory from slipstream speeds to sublight seeds, a low alarm goes off, and the lights all over the ship start flashing blue. Crewmembers casually set aside what they were doing and braced themselves. Watching his readouts, Lewis mentally counted down, then hit another thumb switch.*

Outside

*In the depths of space, a slipstream portal opened. Crackling with power from the dimension it linked to, such portals were rarely generated naturally. Unstable already, it took delicate systems to keep a portal stable long enough for a ship to exit or enter slipstream. This portal, generated unnaturally, crackled and weaved dangerously, then shrunk in upon itself, and spit out a ship, who's outer hull crackled with residual energies.*

Time: 09:40
Location: Deck 1 - Main Bridge


Summary
Time: 09:34
Location: Deck 1 - Main Bridge


*Sweating slightly, Lewis Bean manipulated the controls on his console. Holding onto a yoke system, he turned and weaved the Glory through the patterns of slipstream. Keep a eye on the main display and on the controls, he kept the Glory on course. The slipstream drive, a wonder of technology, catapulting the ship at faster than light speeds required a organic touch. Only a few AI's in history were ever able to run a jump through slipstream, and those jumps were very short, unlike this one. Already a hour into the trip, Lewis Bean was feeling tired. Seeing and sensing a distortion ahead, he pulled the controls, sending Glory turning around it. Checking the progress map, he smiles at they near their destination. Sparing a second to hit a thumb switch, indicating the reversal of the Glory from slipstream speeds to sublight seeds, a low alarm goes off, and the lights all over the ship start flashing blue. Crewmembers casually set aside what they were doing and braced themselves. Watching his readouts, Lewis mentally counted down, then hit another thumb switch.*

Outside

*In the depths of space, a slipstream portal opened. Crackling with power from the dimension it linked to, such portals were rarely generated naturally. Unstable already, it took delicate systems to keep a portal stable long enough for a ship to exit or enter slipstream. This portal, generated unnaturally, crackled and weaved dangerously, then shrunk in upon itself, and spit out a ship, who's outer hull crackled with residual energies.*

Time: 09:40
Location: Deck 1 - Main Bridge


*Picking himself up from the deck, Morgan groaned himself. Slipstream exits were also a bit jarring, however this one was particularly nasty at least to him. Looking around, Morgan blinked as he saw the rest of the bridge staff pick themselves up, a few nursing minor bruises. Looking at the viewscreen, Morgan swore as he saw the distant flashes of battle, something that they all saw far to often, from both in close and person to far out. Judging from the gasps of the other crewmembers, Morgan figured that they to saw the battle. The shock lasted only for a second before they jumped to their duties.*

Kyle Carter: “All hands, battle-stations. All stations, we are at condition-red, all hands report to battle-stations.”

Kate Perrin: “Initiating communications tap of all channels, it’s a mess out there sir, jamming, counter-jamming, communications on top of communications.”

Hubart Riggs: “Beginning snap-charging of main weapons. Torpedo crew loading a alpha salvo now.”

[Comm from Engineering] Iris MeClain: “No damage from the bumpy reentry, shields are up and at 100%.”

Tara Dudoc: “Beginning sensor scan, attempting to see who’s involved out there. Whoa, I’m picking up a LOT of subspace and slipstream fluctuations, something bad happened here with a slipstream core, causing ripples, which caused our painful reentry into normal space.”

Incom Morgan: “Will we be able to jump back out?”

Tara Dudoc: “Certainly, the side-effects of whatever happened are already mostly gone, we just had bad timing that’s all. Working on sensor scans.”

*Smiling as the crew smoothly went from casual alertness to full battle-readiness, Morgan’s expression was then washed out as the main lights dimmed out, with the red battle-lights activating, highlighting the controls and making them easier to see. With his dark black pants, dark blue and brown tunic, Morgan appeared almost invisible except for his face. Walking in front of his command chair, Morgan activated the tactical holodisplay. Instantly a wire-frame hologram appeared of the immediate sector, complete with all spatial bodies and ships. To the side was a massive spacestation, and slowly leaving it were five giant ships, escorted by multiple smaller ships. Farther away was a assortment of concordats being assaulted by a variety of capital ships, with tiny dots representing fighters dancing all about. The battle, going on for some time as battles go already claimed casualties judging by how some of the ships moves, and how some objects were being listed as debris instead of active ship, yet it showed no sign of abating yet.*

Incom Morgan: “Who are the hostiles there people, I want identifications. Lewis Bean, take us to full impulse, I don’t want us to be a sitting duck.”

Dorothy: ”Preliminary analysis indicates that one group of ships are Devoran in design. The rest are from a variety of worlds, however they all appear to be united against the Devoran’s.”

Tara Dudoc: “I’m guessing that those big ships leaving the station are the world-ships Bakan mentioned.”

Kate Perrin: “Confirmed, those ships are the worldships. Communications intercepts indicates that while moderately shielded, they are completely unarmed. Sir, they are holding 3 billion people.”

Incom Morgan: “Helm, change course, full flank speed towards the world ships. Kate Perrin, get me captain Bakan on communications.”

Tara Dudoc: “About that sir, I can’t seem to locate his ships anywhere… wait…. Oh no……”

*Grabbing the sides of the tactical hologram as the Glory’s impulse engines fired, turning her towards the battle itself, Morgan looked at the stricken look on Tara Dudoc’s face. He had a sinking suspicion what had happened, for judging by the battle, ships had already been lost. However suspicions needed to be confirmed.*

Incom Morgan: “What is it?”

Tara Dudoc: “I’ve detected the log recorder from the Firestorm.”

Dorothy: ”Beginning download of log data now.”

*Signing as Dorothy spoke, Morgan hung his head down. If the Firestorm’s log recorder was launched, then she was close to being destroyed. That was the golden rule, only launch the beacon when you were about to be killed, and saw no other option. In addition seeing no sign of the ships on sensors practically confirmed his suspicions that they were the last Arrakis ship out there.*

Dorothy: ”Logs downloaded… beginning analysis… Captain, as you humans would say, “Shit”, the logs indicate that the Redemption was destroyed, the shockwave taking out the Nightwing and crippling the Firestorm. As of that point I have no more info on the demise of the Firestorm. Working on going through the rest of the logs.”

*Staring deep at the tactical hologram, Incom Morgan felt the stares of his crew behind him. The loss of Captain Bakan’s fleet meant that they were truly on their own finally. No more reinforcements from Arrakis, no more shipyards to conduct repairs and to build new ships. No more bases to go rest, to have fun at. No more history, and no more culture. Watching the battle unfold, despair started to enter Morgan’s mind as he gave into the despair that had been eating him up from the inside, and he flashed back to his dream, the dream that haunted his nights since the Arrakis homeworld fell to the Devorans. The dream that kept him awake, made him dread sleeping, driving him closer and closer to the border of insanity. Staring at the worldships holographical representations, Morgan thought about the women, children, elderly who were burned alive by the Devoran weapons, captured by them and assimilated into the Devoran collective, or hiding out, cowering in fear, dreading what may happen, and rightly so. But now he was staring at the images of 3 billion people, women, children, a chance for a new beginning. On those ships was the chance for a new culture to be made, a new history to be created. Bases would be built, allowing crews time to rest and relax, to have fun. Shipyards would provide a place for new ships to be built, to travel out and explore, and to repair ships that fought to preserve peace and freedom of free thought. On those worldships, there was hope. As he felt hope start to enter the darkness of his mind, Incom Morgan felt himself fight against the despair, fight against the pain of loss, fight against the darkness. Pulling himself up straight, he smiled and looked at the various officers, looking at him, awaiting orders, and never doubting him for a moment. Nodding around to each and every single one of them in turn, Morgan smiled more, and felt for the first time the demons haunting him fall to the back of his mind, for now defeated and no longer control him. Taking a deep breath, Incom Morgan started to speak to his staff.*

Incom Morgan: “Our culture may be lost, our worlds destroyed, out people killed, but we are ALIVE! As long as we are alive, there is hope, which is something that will last until we are stone-cold dead. Our race may be lost, but out there is a chance for others to live, who value free thought. It is our duty of sentient beings to rise up against the Devoran menace, to show them the mistake they made, and to kick their sorry asses straight into the nearest black hole! Alert all stations, we are going into battle. We will be fighting for the future of humanity, and we will never give up!”

*During the middle of his speech, apparently someone tapped the ship-wide intercom, so as Morgan finished, he heard the dull echo’s of his voice reverberating throughout the ship. Holding his breath, he hear another dull roar, the cheers of the crew. Smiling as they cheered, including the officers, Morgan pumped his fists once in the air, feeling within him the dedication of the crew to the fight, dedication to provide those 3 billion people the chance for a new life, and hope to defeating the Devoran’s once and for all.*

Incom Morgan: “Let’s get to work people!”

Time: 09:51
Location: Deck 4 – Main Armory


*The footsteps of Marines was clearly audible as they ran into the Armory. Many of them were just awakened by the alarms indicating the order to report to battle stations, thus many of the marines were wearing only their sleep clothes. Luckily for them their lockers contained full sets of clothing as well as all the equipment that they need. With precision skill they ran to their lockers. Opening them they reached inside and started pulling out body armor and pulling it on. The armor, a weave of light metal and energy reflective fibers was light and durable to both physical and energy weapons, design to provide decent protection against a wide range of weapons. Covering all but the hands and feet of people, they provided maximum freedom of movement. Once their armor was on, they pulled out their weapons of choice, many of them grabbing IMODS or plasma rifles, with a few grabbing more exotic weapons. Supervising them all was Matt McClane, a tall imposing man, who’s sole eye glared at all the Marines under his control.*

Matt McClane: “You ****ing fool, put down that rocket launcher, any action this mission will be shipbound, you will punch a ****ing hole in the hull with that baby!”

*The marine, a shocked look on his face put back the launcher, and instead grabbed a IMOD hand cannon, wielding it with a odd look on his face. Matt McClane shared the Marines confusion, the new weapons fresh from R&D could apparently be used freely on the Devorans, without fear of them being able to adapt to them. As with any new weapon, there was a period of breaking them in, getting used to the various subtleties of it, and what conditions it would be best to use the weapon in. The Marines also grabbed short swords and strapped them on, for they were all trained well in their use, and in some cases, especially against shielded foes, a sword would be more effective than other weapons. Matt McClane himself pulled on his custom body armor, with 2 short swords strapped to his back, their handles worn with extensive use. Cracking his neck, he put on the helmet and latched it. Testing his comm., he grunted to himself and looked over the rest of the Marines. Seeing most of the Marines finishing up loading up on weapons and armor, and waves to them. As one they ran out into the ship, heading towards their battle-stations, where they would stay on guard, helping out wherever possible.*

Time: 09:51
Location: Deck 30 - Main Engineering


*Iris McClain stood by the main engineering console, watching the personal run about. Already were several Advance Damage Control Teams standing around, their comprehensive toolkits on their backs, along with their light space-suits and helmets easily setting them apart. Since they were skilled in in-combat repairs, it only made sense to keep them at the heart of the ship. Keeping at eye at the power levels, Iris took a moment to look behind her. Behind her was a tall guardrail and beyond that, several dozen feet down was the complete tri-slipstream core system. One slipstream core was considered enough for most capital ships, yet the designers of the Glory class dreadnaughts decided to give her a massive power reserve, thus a completely revolutionary tri-slipstream core design was created. The ship itself could run on only one slipsteam core alongside the banks of impulse engines, but the extra power gave extra options while in combat and in other missions as well. Crackling with power, Iris McClain double-checked the emergency thruster set on her waist, in case she was thrown over the guardrail, and then continued to yell at her staff. The staff, already practically three people to every station concentrated their attention on their stations, to which Iris McClain smiled at, for it showed they were properly focused on their duties on hand. They all also wore the emergency thruster sets, with some of them carrying tools, and all of them armed with a short sword and a light plasma pistol. Many of them though Iris wouldn’t trust to be able to hit the side of a dragon fighter, yet the light plasma pistols would hurt a enemy and not damage most equipment if a blast accidentally struck them. Waiting for the orders, Iris reached towards her collar where a small pendant hung on a necklace, and clutched it tightly, the only remains of her dead husband at the hands of the Devorans. Everything she did as of now was to avenge his death, and to avenge the deaths of everyone that had fallen thus far.*

Time: 09:51
Location: Deck 7 - Main Sickbay


*Helping up an unlucky ensign, who’s right arm clicked and whirred, Trisha McCoy swore under her breath. Not at the ensign of course, but that the need of the rest of the crew to get so gung-ho about the battle. The ensign actually was innocent, a faulty anti-gravity lift caused the ensign to fall and break his arm, which was already mechanical. Feeling more and more like a mechanic rather than a doctor, Trisha McCoy was tired of attaching mechanical limbs. As the ensign ran off to his battle-station, already shaking off the sleepiness for he was sleeping at the repaired arm re-adapted to the nerve signals. Looking around, Trisha McCoy sighed. At least the advance medical bay on the Glory was the equal to any field hospital. Each bed was cleared off, the diagnostic sensors ready to scan the patient placed onto the bed. Surgical equipment, ranging from bio-foam to laser scalpels to lung/heart bypass devices were on trays next to each bed, attached magnetically to prevent them from falling if the ship started to shake. Off to the side was the main surgical bay, with several large operating tables complete with holographical overlays and a full assortment of surgical tools. The nurses and other doctors stood by, adjusting tools, preparing themselves for the onrushing of wounded. Off to the side stood the emergency medical hologram. Trisha McCoy shuddered slightly as she looked at the hologram. Devoid of personality unlike the AI Dorothy, it made a good assistant, and in some emergency cases, a doctor, yet people complained that it’s bedside manner was even worse than hers. Still, if what Captain Incom Mogran said was true, then she would need every hand that knew medical knowledge at work. Watching several MASH teams move out, each with several anti-gravity stretchers and emergency first-aid equipment, Trisha McCoy hoped that the battle would be quick and over without to many wounded, yet she doubted that. Pulling out from under her belt a small flask, she took a sip from it, and jumped up as the damned Emergency Medical Hologram appeared behind her.*

EMH: ”Dr. Trisha McCoy, I’m relieving you of duty due to intoxication under Arrakis regulation 56.85.23s, Paragraph 3, which states “In combat situations, if any medical personal is found to consume mind-altering substances they will be relieved of duty pending a court marshal.””

*Sighing, Trisha McCoy turned and flicked the flask at the Emergency Medical Hologram. The drops splashed on the solid hologram, who’s special generators were located in all sections of the ship. She knew that the Emergency Medical Hologram would analyze the substance she splashed on it for the “court-marshal” and waited.*

EMH: ”Analyzing substance, contains Oxygen, Hydrogen, trace particles found commonly on shipboard environments, conclusion, water.”

Trisha McCoy: “Yes you dumb EMH, I was drinking WATER! You know essential for human life, of course I’m not stupid enough to have some whisky before combat. Go prepare yourself, we will be swarmed here soon enough.”

*Chuckling as the EMH simply turned away, Trisha McCoy took one more swig from the flask. It was not the first time she was asked about the contents of it, but it was especially fun to do it to Emergency Medical Holograms especially for they could not comprehend at first that a flask would be used for holding simple water. Tucking the flask under her belt, Trisha frowned as she saw Rebecca I. Peters walk by. The morgue officer was an unwelcome sight, for that meant someone had lost the final fight, yet a necessary evil. It was rumored that she loved her job, working with the dead, for as one person said he thought he overheard say “I like working with the dead, I can’t mess up”. Still, in the middle of combat, the dead would need to be cleared away, and Rebecca and her small staff were very well trained in that grisly art. Nodding to Rebecca, who smiled and turned towards the Morgue, ready to drag the corpses off the beds to both clear them off for other patients and to toss them into stasis for preservation and autopsy if needed. Knowing that the medical bay was as ready as they would ever be, Trisha McCoy settled down for the worst part about a battle, the long wait before the first shots are fired.*

Time: 09:51
Location: Deck 40 – Dragon Fighter Hangers


*Pulling up the bright orange jumpsuit, Corran Kline tuned out the blaring alarms going off. Designed to be loud and annoying, they were designed to grab the attention of the fighter pilots, to wake them up and get them moving. Attaching the emergency life-support module to his chest, Corran Kline flicked the main switch on and off, and upon seeing the lights activating smiled. The suit and module were designed to keep a pilot alive if they had to eject in combat, yet would only keep the pilot alive for at best 30 minutes before they succumbed to extreme cold and lack of oxygen. In even bigger battles, the odds of rescue decreased significantly, thus it was looked upon by many pilots as a mixed blessing and curse, but by law it was required that all pilots would use the suits and modules. Grabbing his helmet, Corran Kline took off on a run from the locker room towards the fighters. Attaching his helmet and strapping it and pulling on his gloves on the run, Corran Kline looked at the small hatchways that led to each individual fighter. Reaching the hatchway that led to his fighter, Corran jumped in. Grabbing the ladder, Corran slid down it and landed on top of his fighter. Sparing a half-second to look over the fighter, Corran smiled. The 4 Quad Lasers already had their gunners manning them, who gave him thumbs-up. The Dragon itself was painted a dull black, with a row of teeth painted at the front, against regulations of course, but no one seemed to be wanted to yell at the pilots for such decorations. Right below the teeth were white paintings of ships, each one only a centimeter across, filling most of the lower jaw of the fighter. Each one represented a enemy fighter that had been destroyed, and if the fates were willing, many more paintings would be added after today. Jumping into the cockpit, Corran pulled down the top of the cockpit, and sealed it with a series of switched. Looking to the side to see his co-pilot already there, Corran nodded and ran through the pre-flight routine. Within seconds all lights came up green, indicating that the fighter was working at 100%. Smiling, he thumb up’s his co-pilot, who returns the gesture, indicating he reads the same. Activating the engines, the fighter, horizontal with the ship, tilts downward as the docking clamps aim it for the hatchway to open space. Slowly the hatchway opens up, exposing open space, and the flickers of light indicating the death of ships. Cracking his knuckles, Corran flicked the communicator online.*

Corran Kline: “This is Wing Commander Corran Kline to all fighters and fighter commanders. Stand-by for orders from command, I’m betting we will be ordered to snap-launch soon. Good luck, fly true.”

*Flicking the switch, Corran took a deep breath, activated the holographical heads-up displays, and waited for the launch orders.*

Time: 09:51
Location: Deck 15 – Police Cruiser Bay #1


*Erin Gehnam strapped herself into her chair on her police carrier. A ship that could have a full command staff was a special design that was stripped down and redesign to operate on a skeleton crew and provide fire support for friendly vessels. The model on the Glory were designed for both anti-fighter and anti-capital with a full rack of 6 Quantum Torpedo launchers. Watching as the readouts on her station flashed full operational capacity on all system, Erin grabbed the helm controls and turned on the viewport. Flickering on, all she could see was the dull blackish hull of the Glory itself. The two cruisers were designed to be docked on either side of the Glory, with the ability to launch rapidly away from her in a surprise move. But for now, all that the cruisers were capable of doing was launch their own assortment of fighters and fire their anti-fighter defenses.*

*Seeing that there was nothing for her to do, for the rest of her crew were already hard at work with their duties, Erin closed her eyes. Instantly she felt the presence of her twin sister Sarah Gehnam onboard the other police carrier. As young girls they were tested to have some kind of “link” with each other, where they could at will sense each other, even communicate. While the Arrakis military frowned upon siblings serving on the same ship, the ability of the Gehnam twins to communicate with each other with means outside of conventional methods was deemed enough to warrant the risk of both of them being killed. In addition considering the many years of experiments that the two underwent by the Arrakis military, many of them painful and invasive, the sisters thought it was only fair that the military owed them several times over. The destruction of the Arrakis system essentially mooted that point, but still the Gehnam sisters were happy with their small victory. As it was, they had already used their ability to create new tactics and surprise their enemies. Knowing that strangely enough her sister was thinking the same thing, the two at the same time came to the conclusion to focus on shipboard communications, and await launch orders, while having their crews prepare their meager defenses and their considerable offensives, for knowing battle, they would come unpredictably and sudden.*

Time: 09:51
Location: Deck 1 – Main Bridge


*On the bridge itself, Lewis Bean strapped himself in, and adjusted his visor over his face. To him, he was out in empty space, able to see in nearly all directions, with various displays hovering around his peripheral vision. He saw the giant worldships take form first, for they were the largest ships in the combat zone. A work of beauty they were, large, smooth, and apparently from the slow rate that they were accelerating, heavily loaded with either refugees or equipment. It was their slow speed that was allowing the Glory to streak in towards them and the fighters that were ever so rapidly streaking towards the worldships. Hubart Riggs communicated with the gunnery crews, while beginning targeting locks on hostiles. Tara Dudoc appeared to be working with Dorothy on sensor and targeting data. At the center of the bridge, watching the tactical hologram stood Incom Morgan, thinking furiously. Watching a large group of red blips break off Morgan sword.*

Incom Morgan: “Tara Dudoc, please don’t tell me I just saw a group of enemy fighters break away and preparing to make a run on the worldships.”

Tara Dudoc: “You are right sir, a large assortment of enemy fighters are inbound on a attack vector. Initial sensor analysis confirmed, the worldships have no weapons to speak of.”

Dorothy: ”Only a small number of ships are available to provide defense to the worldships, but I would estimate that they have .57% chance of deflecting enough of the attack to prevent the worldships from suffering damage.”

Incom Morgan: “Okay people, this is the game plan we were given, let’s play. Lewis Bean, full speed towards those fighters, with a overall trajectory taking us towards the Devoran Command Carrier, full flank speed. Kyle Carter, order all fighters to launch, along with our 4 Gunboats. Hold our carriers in close for now, but launch their fighters as well.”

Kyle Carter: “Aye sir, fighters launching.”

*Outside in space, the open fighter hatchways suddenly shoot out fighters. Once they clear the ship, they neatly pivot in space and form up in formations based on ship type. Dragon Squadron, consisting of 12 Dragon Heavy fighters took point, the 4 quad cannons swiveling in space. Escorting them were 12 Samurai Medium fighters and the 4 Gun Boats, with 12 Jupiter Class fighters taking up the rear, with the Glory following shortly behind. Forming around the racing Glory in four 12 fighter squadrons were slipsteam light fighters. Around the fighters, space flickered somewhat as they all raised their shields and their weapon ports started to glow with recessed power, waiting for the opportunity to unleash their firepower again the enemy. As they finished deploying, Incom Morgan smiled and tapped a switch on the tactical hologram that linked him right to engineering.*

Incom Morgan: “Iris McClain, disengage the slipstream cores from FTL travel, and reroute the additional power, safely of course, into our shields and weapon systems.”

[Comm From Engineering] Iris McClain: ”Gotcha, rerouting the power now, hope that you like it there. Of course you know that until we take that power back, we can’t jump into slipstream anytime soon, and even then we will need some extra time to get enough energy built up to make a safe jump to slipstream.”

Incom Morgan: “Roger that, I understand.”

*Deactivating the link, Incom Morgan stared at the tactical display as another ship appeared, the Glory racing towards the worldships.*

Incom Morgan: “Hubart Riggs, arm a full salvo of Cluster missiles. I want them to fire, swing away from us, deploy then race towards the far ends of the enemy fighter formations, and explode, hopefully killing many of them.”

Hubart Riggs: “Yeah, and boxing them in with explosions while we crash the party via the middle as well, right?

Incom Morgan: “Of course. We will follow through using our pulse phasers tied into the particle array and the gatling phaser 9 to target enemy fighters as we punch through. That should break apart their formation enough to buy the worldships some time to get additional fighter cover.”

Kate Perrin: “But what about the overall trajectory you mentioned?”

Incom Morgan: “Ah yes, by that point we should have some nice speed, thus we will fly right towards the Devoran Command Carrier and unload a full Alpha strike upon her nose and break away. Kyle Carter, order all fighters to form up as thus, Dragons to take far aft, with remaining fighters and gunboats escorting them. Once we pass enter the enemy fighters formation, all but the Dragons will split away by wing-pairs and engage enemy fighter targets of opportunity. The Dragons will accelerate past us and launch a initial strike against the Devoran Command Carrier, then break away towards her aft end, with us then following with the alpha strike and pulling away towards her aft as well.”

Kate Perrin: “Risky that sounds. Not to mention we leave our aft open to enemy fighters it sounds like.”

Incom Morgan: “Yes it is, but it should allow us to do significant damage to the enemy formations. As for the enemy fighters, that would be good, for it would mean less heading towards the worldships. If we are lucky, our fighter pilots will be able to hold them off until further reinforcements arrive. Hubart Riggs, you got all that?”

Hubart Riggs: “Yeah, we can do it, programming cluster missiles for the initial firing. Reflex Missiles and Corbomite missiles are being pulled out of deep storage and loaded, will take extra time.”

Incom Morgan: “Good, Tara Dudoc, begin a full series of scans on all hostile vessels. Use every scanning method and equipment you have at your disposal, ask Dorothy to help out as well. I want to know everything about those enemy ships, especially things like weapons points and the like.”

Tara Dudoc: “I’ll try, will be hard.”

Incom Morgan: “Do your best, time till weapons range of enemy fighters?”

Tara Dudoc: “Approximately 2 minutes at full impulse, with the Devoran Command Carrier 3 minutes from now.”

Incom Morgan: “Arm all quantum torpedoes, lock them onto…”

Dorothy: ”WAIT!!!!! Don’t use the missiles!!

Hubart Riggs: “What you babbling about there Dorothy?”

Incom Morgan: “We need our missiles and torpedoes.”

Dorothy: ”If you meatshields would have taken the time to go through the Firestorms log beacon records, you would realize that the Devoran’s have a anti-missile system that redirects all incoming missiles back to sender! Oh yeah, I forgot you meatshields can’t go through all those logs in the amount of time that I can.”

Hubart Riggs: “CRAP! **** those bastards!”

Incom Morgan: “Can we safeguard the missiles?”

Dorothy: ”It appears from the logs that they had some success with “dumb-firing” all projectile weapons, for the Devoran weapons seems based on hacking the projectiles targeting systems.”

Incom Morgan: “Hubart Riggs, can you fire our missiles without communicating with them?”

Hubart Riggs: “Look, this is tricky enough already….. BUT if we load the targeting data at the last minute manually, and rip out the communications relays in our missiles, we should be able to prevent them from being hacked.”

Incom Morgan: “Time to target?”

Tara Dudoc: “1 minute to fighters!”

Incom Morgan: “You have 45 seconds to get the cluster missiles rigged, MOVE IT!!”

Time: 09:58
Location: Deck 6 – Cluster Missile Torpedo Launcher #2


*Ensign Drake ran to the launcher port, his orders still bouncing in his head. Hubart Riggs was practically screaming at him to rip out the communication module from all cluster missiles and toss in a programmed targeting solution. Racing along he yelled at the other personal in the launcher to pull out the missiles. Reaching the first one, he slammed a fist on top of the warhead, opening the main hatch. As it popped open he looked in. Frowning he reaches in and pulls out the round transmitter/receiving module from the guts. Taking the datapad, he plugs it in, watches the transfer bar and yanks it out once a green light activates. Waving for the crew to get the warhead into the turret he sprints for the other warhead, the crew already opening the hatch. A quick flick of the hand to pull out the communications module and insert the data went smoothly, and Drake ran for the last warhead, seeing he only had 10 seconds. Time seemed to slow as he leaped for the warhead, the open access panel inviting him in. Sticking his hand in, he pulled out the communications module and jammed the data-pad in. The progress bar moved ever so slowly, until it finally finished. Pulling it out, Drake barely cleared his hand as the rest of the team dogged shut the access panel, and the warhead moved into the turret. As Drake sat to the ground, resting for a second he dimly hear the Cluster Missiles firing, and smiled.*


Time: 09:59
Location: Deck 1 – Main Bridge


*Sweating over the displays, Hubart Riggs watched, as the cluster missiles remained lit in red, indicating that they were not yet ready. Yelling at the chiefs in both turrets, he tried to mentally force them to move faster. Ever so slowly one warhead lit up green, then another, indicating they were ready to fire.*

Hubart Riggs: “Common……. Common…….”

*Watching another set light up green, Hubart Riggs prepares the pulse phasers, already receiving tactical data from Tara Dudoc, who was apparently using all the sensor resources available to provide him with the most amount of data available. The Gatling Phaser 9 on the top of the Glory was also ready. A revolutionary weapon, massive amounts of firepower being delivered in a method that made it perfect for anti-fighter and missile roles, along with anti-capital, with the capacity to overcharge itself for even more deadly strikes. For now however it was going to kill lots and lots of enemy fighters if the fates smiled upon them. Blinking, Hubart Riggs saw that all but one cluster missile was ready to fire. Swearing mentally, he forced the last one to finish, to be prepared to fire. He was happy at least he already gave orders for the same to be done to all quantum torpedoes. Looking he saw the light turn green, and slammed his hand against the firing control.*

*From each Cluster Missile Launcher, 3 cluster missiles fired for a rousing total of 6. They streaked along their pre-programmed paths, trailing hot plumes of fire as they speed towards their pre-programmed targets. As they closed in they suddenly separated, launching off so that instead of 6 missiles, now there are 24. Traveling right into the middle of the enemy formations, they strike fighters, creating massive explosions, or simply exploding once they reached their target zone. Devoran fighters ducked and weaved, attempting to avoid the explosions of debris created by the explosions destroying their friendly fighters, and in some very rare cases, bouncing into each other. The two main explosions, on either side of the large Devoran fighter formation served their purpose well, as in boxing them in and preventing them from maneuvering to the sides to escape the speed bullet of death that was the Glory.*

*Mentally cheering, Incom Morgan smiled as the Pulse Phasers and the Gatling Phaser 9 open fire, firing bright beams of lights into the enemy formations. It was a stupid tactic to rush at a enemy headfirst, but in this case it was a good thing. For one, the Devoran command carrier could not fire at the Glory without striking her own fighters. As for the enemy fighters themselves, they were unprepared for the Glory to be rushing at them at full speed. Thus it was that as the Glory flew in, the explosions confused the enemy fighter formation, making it better for the gunners to fire upon the remaining enemy fighters, a considerable number. Incom Morgan knew outright that they could not kill all the fighters without a prolonged battle, but breaking apart the formation would save the worldships for a time, allowing more friendly ships, ships that were better equipped for anti-fighter operations to come over and assist. But for the time being, they were one of the few defenses that the worldships have, and thus they would defend them.*

Tara Dudoc: “That’s odd… I’m detecting some kind of….. temporal signature appearing at the end of the Devoran Command Carrier.”

Incom Morgan: “Some kind of Devoran weapon?”

Tara Dudoc: “No….. more like, a temporal portal, SOMETHING is emerging! I’m detecting one ship, wait, 2, they are deploying fighters…they are opening fire into the Devoran Command Carrier’s aft end!”

Incom Morgan: “Obviously friendly thankfully, should make our job a little easier.”

Kate Perrin: “I’m receiving a transmission from the captain of the ship, identifying himself as a captain “Julian Pierce” of the “temporal timeship Kronos”. He’s asking for any information and for assistance.”

Incom Morgan: “Send the following transmission to him: “Captain, this is the Glory of the Arrakis survivors, we are assaulting the front of the command carrier, if possible send some fighter cover to the worldships, for they are under assault. Once we make our assault, we should form up at the aft of the command carrier and assault from there as well. As for intelligence, we are in the dark as well. Good luck!”

Kate Perrin: “Message composed and sent sir, you think he will listen?”

Incom Morgan: “We shall see.”

*Barreling through the fighters, the Glory continued to fire the pulse phasers, the gatling phaser 9, and all her anti-fighter and anti-missile defenses, along with the anti-fighter defenses on the carriers. As she flew through creating a hole of destruction, the slipstream fighters peel away by wingpairs. Trained to cover each over, they picked their targeted and opened fire on them, maneuvering all over the place to avoid being shot down themselves. Using their great speed, great maneuverability and overall small size the ducked and weaved through the enemy fighters, firing at them at will, sending bits of and pieces of them flying away via their own galting laser cannons. Following them was the Samurai and Jupiter fighters, heavier for they are more multi-purpose than slipstreams, but no less deadly to enemy fighters. Relying more on heavier firepower than maneuverability, the Samurai and Jupiter squadrons trailed out, also on wingpairs, taking on the Devoran fighters. The Dragons meanwhile fire their engines, accelerating past the Glory, their own Anti-Fighter defenses firing at any enemy fighter that got to close for comfort.*

*Flying alongside, then passing past the Glory wiggling the wings up in down in salute, the Dragon Heavy Bombers barreled roll, and pulled down towards the Devoran Command Carrier. The carrier, obviously possessing a somewhat intelligent crew, recognized the danger of any bomber class fighter posed, and thus opened up on the bombers with anti-fighter weapons. The bomber however were well aware that they essentially had a giant holographical sign saying “SHOOT ME” and were already dodging as best a fighter can. Firing the anti-missile defenses they rolled and twisted, while maintaining their trajectory towards the Devoran Command Carrier. Getting closer and closer, their Meta-Phasic shields absorbed any weapons that happened to strike them, until finally they were practically on top of the Devoran Command carrier shields. Switching all projectile weapons from guided to dumb fire, the bomber started their attack run with a volley of Quantum Torpedoes. The torpedoes, already at point-blank range nearly instantly strike the shields of the Devoran Command Carrier, which absorb the blasts. Undeterred the Dragon fighters continue, and drop their deadly payload of bombs. The bombs, ejected via bottom mounted launchers fly towards the shields of the Devoran Command carrier. As soon as all the bombs were launched, the Dragons fired their afterburners and streak away, just as the first of the bombs strike the shields of the Devoran Command Carrier. A series of rippling explosions consume the forward end of the Devoran Command Carrier, hiding her from view both visually and sensors. The Dragon fighters open fire with their quads into the Devoran Command Carrier as they travel towards her aft end.*

*As the Dragons pass away, on each side of the Glory, thrusters fire, and the two escort carriers pull away. Working in coordination as if under the piloting of one mind, which was essentially true for the Gehnam sisters, the carriers pulled away, and fired their 12 combined total quantum torpedo launchers. As they fired, they turned away to opposite sides, then the space around them started to ripple, and the two escort vessels vanished from view as they activated their cloaking devices and vanished from both visual and exotic sensor systems. The sisters smiled to each other mentally and piloted their carriers behind the devoran command carrier, for without the need to communicate via traditional means, they could work out entire battle plans while under cloak and hidden.*

*Despite the waves of explosions from the Dragon fighters attack runs and the escort carriers own volley of warheads, Incom Morgan knows that the Devoran Command Carrier is still a deadly foe. Thus as he chops his hand own to fire all weapons he does so without hesitation or delay. The entire ship at that instant literally stops and shudders as the full compliments of firepower onboard the Glory is fired into the Devoran command carrier. First off are the Heavy IMOD cannons. The IMOD cannons were technology fresh from R&D before Arrakis was destroyed. Designed to be used against species with strong shielding technology, the cannons fired blasts that were able to bypass the shields to strike the hull itself. As a extra bonus they caused both physical damage and EMP damage. The only cost was that compared to similar class weapons, the amount of damage cause was lower, but for the ability to bypass shields t least partially, it was enough for them to be put into production. As they fired, the Hellbore cannons fired, launching plasma projectiles towards the shields. The Nova Cannons also spat out their destructive beams, with 5 bright red fusion beams firing and dancing another the front of the Devoran Command Carrier. Finally the 2 Quad blaster Cannons and 2 Quad IMOD cannons open fire as the Quantum torpedoes fire their deadly payloads. The Quantum torpedoes by this point were configured to be fired dumb-fire, preventing them from their course being changed except via physical means. As they fired they flew on great streaks of flame, with their programming telling them to only go straight, and thus they fly straight and true into the front end of the Devoran command carrier, adding even more to the explosions that rippled and danced along the front of the Devoran command carrier, causing damages and destruction, and hopefully lots of death inside the devoran command carrier, for that was what they all deserved, death, the more painful the better in the eyes of the Arrakis survivors. That is why none of them even think twice about firing all of their weapons into the devoran command carrier, why none of them think twice about killing every single one of the bastards where they stood, no matter who or what they used to be.*

Incom Morgan: “Status?”

Hubart Riggs: “Main weapons fired, Reflex Phaser 10 still charging, I have teams custom fitting our reflex missiles and corbormite missile to be fired without using any sensor or targeting data, they should be ready for launch soon.”

Tara Dudoc: “Scanning the devoran command carrier with full array of sensors, hopefully I’ll be able to pick up something, along with seeing how much damage we caused. Hopefully lots, and lots more on top of that.”

Lewis Bean: “Still at full flank speed, turning over the Devoran command carrier now.”

*The Glory’s weapon ports, drained for a few seconds as their capacitors recharged after the massive alpha strike relied on her anti-fighter and anti-missile defenses to hold off the enemy fights, still moving with great speed up and over the devoran command carrier. Forming up alongside her are the Dragon fighters, their quad’s still firing at the devoran command carrier and any enemy fighter that decided it would be a good idea to get close. In the far distance were the rest of the Glory’s fighters, still playing their deadly game of tag with devoran enemy fighters. Giant explosions marked their victories or failures as the fighters explosively released their contents into the void of space. Passing over the aft end of the devoran command carrier, the Glory turned gracefully to form up with the other new arrival’s ships, Captain Julian Pierce, adding in her anti-fighter and anti-missile defenses to kill any enemy fighter that tried to make a run on any of the ships.*
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And now, for the specs on the Glory itself[list][*]Ship Class Glory Class Dreadnaight
[*]Ships Hull
  • Dreadnaught
[*]Engines - FTL
  • 3x Slipstream Drive - 2 Additional - FREE
[*]Engines - Sublight
  • 8x Impulse Drive - 8 Additional
  • Impulse Drive (Tied into Gatling Phaser 9) - 1 Additional
  • 4x Fusion Drive (Tied into Gravometric Defence Grid) - 4 Additional
  • 2x Fusion Drives (Tied into AFDIII) - 2 Additional
[*]Hull
  • Bio Organinc Hull Armour - 1 Additional
  • Phased Colapsium Hull Armour - 1 Additional
[*]Shields
  • Vorlon Shields - 10 Shield
  • Gravometeric Defence Grid - 10 Shield
  • Meta-Phasic Shields - 6 Shield
  • 5x Meta Shielding (Tied into Gravometeric Shields) - 4 Shield - 1 Additional
[*]Weapons - Energy
((70 Turret) * 2 (Twin Turret Upgrade) + 4 (Additional Slots) = 144
  • Particle Array #1 - 10 Turret
  • 10x Pulse Phasers (Tied into Particle Array #1) - 20 Turret
  • 5x Fusion Cannons - 15 Turret
  • 5x Hellbore Cannons - 20 Turret
  • 5x Heavy IMOD Cannon - 20 Turret
  • 5x Nova Cannons - 15 Turret
  • 2x Quad Blaster Cannon - (With Rapid Fire Option) - 10 Turret
  • 2x Quad IMOD Cannon - (With Rapid Fire Option) - 10 Turret
  • 2x Anti Fighter Defence III - 12 Turret
  • 3x Anti Missile Defence III - 12 Turret
[*]Weapons - Projectile
  • 6x Quantam Torpedoes (2 Shot per Mount) - 6 External
  • 2x Cluster Missile (3 Shot per Mount) - 2 External
  • 2x Reflex Missile (1 Shot per 2 Mounts) - 4 External
  • Corbamite Missile (1 Shot per Mount) - 1 External
[*]Weapons - Super
  • Gatling Phaser 9 - FREE
  • Reflex Phaser 10 - FREE
[*]Fighters
  • 12x Dragon Class Heavy Bomber - Built In / 10 External
  • 12x Samurai Class Medium Fighter - 12 External
  • 4x Gun Boat - 8 External
  • 3x Assault Shuttle - 3 External
  • 48 Slipstream Fighters - 12 External
[*]Accessories
  • Advanced AI Ships Computer - 1 Additional
  • Advanced AI Upgrade - 1 Additional
  • Emergency Medical Hologram - 1 Additional
  • Advanced Tactics Computer - 1 Additional
  • Advanced Tactics Computer Upgrade - 1 Additional
  • Sensor Array - 1 Additional - 1 External
  • Deflector Dish - 1 Additional
  • Lateral Sensor Array - 1 Additional - 1 External
  • ADMD - Advanced Med bay - 1 Additional
  • Advavced Engineering Bay - 2 Additional
  • Phase Scanners - 1 Additional
  • Astrometrichs - 4 Additional
  • Advanced Science Labs (ASL) - 2 Additional
  • Security Stations - 2 Additional
  • Armoury - 2 Additional
  • Command Bridge - 6 Additional
  • Advanced Flight Control - 4 Additional
  • Twin Turrets Upgrade - 4 Additional
[*]Police Cruiser #1
  • Class - Escort Carrier
  • Impulse Drive
  • 4 Turret Mount - AFD II
  • 6 External Mount - 6x Quantam Torpedoes
  • 4 Additional Mount - Crystaline Armour
  • Cloaking Device
  • 100 Tons Hold 100 Quantum Torpedoes
  • 6x Jupiter Class
[*]Police Cruiser #2
  • Class - Escort Carrier
  • Impulse Drive
  • 4 Turret Mount - AFD II
  • 6 External Mount - 6x Quantam Torpedoes
  • 4 Additional Mount - Crystaline Armour
  • Cloaking Device
  • 100 Tons Hold 100 Quantum Torpedoes
  • 6x Jupiter Class
[*]Cargo Space
  • 1000 Quantum Torpedoes 500 Tons
  • 300 Cluster Missile 100 Tons
  • 25 Reflex Missiles 50 Tons
  • 10 Corbanite Missile 10 Tons
[*]Troops
  • 25x ST - Shock Troops 25 Tons
  • 25x Marines 25 Tons
  • 100x SSS (special space service) 100 Tons
  • 100x ADCT - Advanced Damage Control Teams 200 Tons
  • 20x - MASH - Field Hospital Comapny 100 Tons


Summary
  • Jump into system and notice the battle, and determine who is involved.
  • Crew finds out about Captain Bakan’s lost fleet.
  • Captain Incom Morgan gives a rousing speech to motivate the crew.
  • Ship is brought to Red-Alert status, raising all shields and arming weapons.
    • Reflex Phaser 10 starts charging up.
    • Advance Damage Control Teams deploy to all decks to prepare for damages
    • MASH Teams deployed to all decks to prepare for wounded.
    • All Marines, SSS, ST troops are armed and deployed to all decks to prepare for possible boarding actions.
  • All fighters deployed (12 Dragon, 12 Samurai, 4 Gun Boat, 48 Slipstream (split into 4 squadrons of 12 fighters), 12 Jupiter) and form up around the glory by shiptype.
  • Slipstream Drives disengaged from FTL travel, with their energies rerouted into Shields and Weapons.
  • Glory accelerates towards enemy fighters that are inbound towards the World ships, with a overall trajectory to bring it in front of the Devoran Command Carrier.
  • Begin full series of scans using every sensor add-on to analyze all hostile ships to determine weak points, communications, and how to stop their anti-missile system.
  • All missiles and torpedoes have their communications systems yanked out manually to prevent hostile takeover.
  • 6 Cluster Missiles fired, programmed to fly towards the sides of the enemy Devoran fighter formation, separate and explode, creating a chain reaction series of explosions to box in enemy fighters.
  • Particle Array #1 (10 Pulse Phasers) and Gatling Phaser 9 follow up, targeting all enemy fighters, along with all Anti-Fighter defenses on the Glory and the docked carriers. The fire is designed to break apart the enemy formation, buying the worldships time to get some additional defences.
  • All Slipstream (48), Jupiter (12), Samurai (12), GunBoats (4) break away to engage enemy fighters, flying by wingpairs (2 fighters working together).
  • Dragon Fighters accelerate past Glory, and initiate run on the Devoran Command Carrier, firing all their Quantum Torpedoes dumbfire, and flying close to her shields and drop their bombs and accelerating away to regroup with Glory.
  • Glory snap-deploys both Carriers, which hold on either side.
  • Glory and Carriers fire full Alpha Strike against Devoran Command Carrier with the following weapons:
    • Glory
      • 5 Fusion Cannons
      • 5 Hellbore Cannons
      • 5 Heavy IMOD Cannons
      • 5 Nova Cannons
      • 2 Quad Blaster Cannons (With Rapid Fire)
      • 2 Quad IMOD Cannons (With Rapid Fire)
      • 6 Quantum Torpedoes Turrets
    • Carrier #1
      • 6 Quantum Torpedoes Turrets
    • Carrier #2
      • 6 Quantum Torpedoes Turrets
  • Glory pulls up and away, passing over the top of the Devoran Command Carrier to form up with Inspectre’s ship.
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DM ERROR on ship ah well whoops - was very tired!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Bakan was told off - will rectify with u lot shortly)

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Particle array and Gatling phaser 9 to AFD in offensive mode
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Used in AFD mode (unsual -50 to accuracy)
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*Limps into the thread bloody and battered, resting heavily on crutches.*

Yes, I was told off, now STFU you all (excluding LH ofc)!
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Ok, on a more serious note - My second to last exam is tommorrow and the last one is a week after that so if there is a certain level of urgency to get the thread moving again before that time (Fri next week) let me know and I'll see if I can't put something together.

Won't be as good as when I get these friggen tests done but it'll at least be something.
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replies needed from

No Dachi - who has said he will
Urquan - who has said he will

and from

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ok to clarify then - Bakan spoke to me on teh evul AIM and told me of his new ship - which he emailed to me - now bare in mind i had just come back off a 4 hour flight from Bodrum and was overjoyed at teh england win (read this as being boozed up ) so he emiled it to me i looked it over and approved it - this morning i nearly had a heart attack when i looked at it again

He was told off for taking advantage (TRUST ME THIS WILL NOT HAPPEN AGAIN)

So to even things out

teh rest of you get 1 million creds to spend on ships.upgrades whatever -

however they will not take part until Mission 2 - Out of the Fire
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Carter not even giving time for the crew to react, taking control of the weapons from his own consol, letting out a volley of EMP blasts. Quickly followed by the the medium ion cannon.
"Helm plot random course points close to the underside of their hull, science I want detailed scans on the intgerity of the sheilds and any weakness in their hull."
Switching the cotnrol back to the weapons terminal.
"Just keep covering fire going, aim for random spots along its sheilds until we have a weakness in them we can exploit."
Depsite the complictions the battle was not going to bad, Carters mind running over possible strategys.
"Engineering get a repair crew on fixing the cloak asap, the faster the better. If they are good they get an extra cut on whatever spoils we manage to get, if we manage to get any at this rate."
A begruding tone in his voice fracturing it harsly, turing to a soft sigh and light chuckle evaporting his dark mood instantly.
"Weapons keep fire focused on three main area on their sheild this time, randomly fireing at those points cordianting with the sensor data from science"

Outside -

The Black rose shudders as it swoops and dives the massive ships hull, various specs and dazles of weapons fire littering and bombarding agaisnt the ships invisble sheilds. Its course shifting randomly turing and banking to stay close.

Actions -

Weapons shot being randomly shot at the sheilds of the vessel mostly emp, some ion.

Science scanning the enemy sheilds for its current overall integrity and any explotable point where its at its weakest as well as its hulls integrity.

Helm is flying a randomised course close to the sheilds.

Repair sent to fix the Cloaking Device

Weapons changed firing pattern to concetrate fire on the three weakest points in the ships sheilds, cordinating data with science
That was my reply I done it a while back
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*Cue big flashy vortex type special effects as the plot fabrics of spacetime reallign themselves while a flashy ship Kip-Jumps into the midst of battle from... somewhere else

Music:
Outlaw Star OST Volume #1 - Track 23 - Grand

Ship:
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Stats:
20 Shield
1x Vorlon Shields
1x Gravometric Defence Grid

40 Turret
10x Heavy Kipruptors
4x Tractor Beams Mk40

48 External
Kiptain's Boat
10x Kip Valkyrie Fighter
50x Kip Peon Fighters

Sensor Array
Lateral Sensor Array
Deflector Dish

2x Black Hole Bombs
10x Cruise Missile Launcher
10x Kipton Torpedo Launcher

48 Additional
Phased Colapsium Hull Armour
Heavy Deutrium Armoured Hull

Command Bridge
Transportor Grid
Sensor Mounts
Advanced AI Ships Computer
Advanced AI Upgrade
Advanced Tactics Computer
Advanced Tactics Computer Upgrade
Advanced Engineering Bay
Advanced Medbay
Emergency Medical Hologram

Slipstream Drive
2x Warp Drive
4x Cold Fusion Drive

10000 tonnes cargo hold
Anti-Matter Drive

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Heavy Kipruptors - what can ye say, it's green and funky, it's destrutive, it's KIP! destruction in a can, or maybe better said, destruction from a destroyer. same happened to this kind of weapon as happened to the kipruptor, kip-searchers went banana's and did this!
- 4 turret mounts - 5000c

Kipton Torp Launchers - 4 shots per mount - the evolution of the Photon torp medium range but very good and now with a higher yeild with the new explosive KIPTRONIUM - 1000c

Valkyrie Class Heavy Fighter: Kip-dition
2 Energy Shields
4 Kipruptors
2 Quantam Torpedo Launchers
2 men crew
Anti Matter Drive
1 ship to 2 external mount
- 1500c each

Peon Class Light Fighter
1 Energy shield
2 Light Kipruptors
1 Kipton Torp Launcher
1 man crew
Anti matter drive
3 ships to 1 external mount
- 750c each

Capts Boat: Kip-dition
1 Mount

2 Heavy Shield
2 Kipton Torpedo Launchers
4 Light Kipruptor Cannons
10 Tonnes Hold
Ion Drive
Warp Drive

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Summary Post:
Outlaw Wake "appears"
Transports command crew over as they cover the stricken XGP, dancing around plot holes
Firing all heavy kipruptors at the other Concordat (the one fluff is not eating his way through)
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Re: Masters of Andromeda IV (New Horizons - Out of the Ashes)

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Lights:
*Cue big flashy vortex type special effects as the plot fabrics of spacetime reallign themselves while a flashy ship Kip-Jumps into the midst of battle from... somewhere else

Music:
Outlaw Star OST Volume #1 - Track 23 - Grand

Ship:
Kip-GP, The Outlaw Wake

Stats:
20 Shield
1x Vorlon Shields
1x Gravometric Defence Grid

40 Turret
10x Heavy Kipruptors
4x Tractor Beams Mk40

48 External
Kiptain's Boat
10x Kip Valkyrie Fighter
50x Kip Peon Fighters

Sensor Array
Lateral Sensor Array
Deflector Dish

2x Black Hole Bombs
10x Cruise Missile Launcher
10x Kipton Torpedo Launcher

48 Additional
Phased Colapsium Hull Armour
Heavy Deutrium Armoured Hull

Command Bridge
Transportor Grid
Sensor Mounts
Advanced AI Ships Computer
Advanced AI Upgrade
Advanced Tactics Computer
Advanced Tactics Computer Upgrade
Advanced Engineering Bay
Advanced Medbay
Emergency Medical Hologram

Slipstream Drive
2x Warp Drive
4x Cold Fusion Drive

10000 tonnes cargo hold
Anti-Matter Drive

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Re: Masters of Andromeda IV (New Horizons - Out of the Ashes)

For the record, I had NO clue WHATSO****INGEVER that LH was being... influenced by substances (read: booze). Okay, happy now, you all get 1,000,000 credits to play with, happy?
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*Listens very calmly and intently to Bakan's defense. Waits until he is finished, and then screams

"Lynch him!" :-D

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(mockery ahead )

we can buy nearly as much quantum torps as bakan now, yay!
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...until Mission 2 - Out of the Fire
On the next episode of ANDROMEDA, Space pirates! yaar!!! What peril awaits our intrepid heroes as they leave behind the burning Ankaa in a WAKE OF DESTRUCTION and into... the Frying Pan !?! Can they escape the grasps of ROBO-Nathan Hunt and his D-squad !?! What will become of Bakan's instant PHOENIX roll !?! Has a BOMB been planted on the thread, will it explode if the next reply drops below 6000 words per post !?! Can Fluffie's concordat survive the next wave of reflex cannons and the fighter onslaught !?! And how in the name of all things Kippie is Kama going to manage to spend 1 MILLION credits !?! TUNE IN NEXT TIME TO FIND OUT... same Rommey time, same Rommey channel
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Has a BOMB been planted on the thread, will it explode if the next reply drops below 6000 words per post !?!
Short answer: yes

Long answer: Julian is a bomb nut . . .
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Right. Sorry. I've been working on my reply, but it's not done yet as other stuff came between it, so I'll finish it tomorrow as soon as I can.

Also, for those that care about the opinion of the MoA universe's current #1 (just thought I'd bring it up before someone else does it. Again. ). I too am against freebies, but I really don't understand all the fuss about Bakan's ship. He could design a free ship and so he did. I find it rather strange that he is now being accused of exploiting his freedom, seeing he did the exact same thing on his previous ship and I (and Kama, if I remember correctly) were the only ones that complained about it back then. If it was allowed back then, I find it only logical that Bakan outfitted his ship as he did. Might I once more suggest, that if a freebie is given to someone, it will be accompanied by a set of rules on what is allowed and what not?

And yes, I find it rather hypocrite that people are complaining now. Nearly all of you have your very own special stuff and abilities like turret upgrades, clan upgrades, special fighters, special troopers, special weapons, chronoships, superdestroyers and whatnot. And now that Bakan gets a bigger and more powerful ship that most of you, you all start complaining so much that LH feels it necessary to compensate us for Bakan's freebie. That just doesn't sound very right to me and I would refuse the free 1 million credits, but I know that if I do that, I'll be doomed threadwise, because the enemies we face will be made such that they match your ship's armour and firepower and I won't be able to so much as stratch them.

On a final note; Inspectre: you have a chrono drive on your ship and are capable of time travel and you manage to arrive late in battle??
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ooc: pfft... Ain't that special, this 'ere ship is smaller and cheaper yet I bet she could take out Glory in one or two strikes easily.



Ship Name
The NEMESIS
(Yes, I know I've used that name before but that was in another thread hence it doesn't count m'kay?)

Ship Type
Attack Cruiser - c 160000

Protective Hull - 2 Add Mounts - 125000c
Bio Organinc Hull Armour (1 add slot) - 95000c
Phased Colapsium Hull Armour (1 add slot) - 30000c

Shields - 20 Shield Mounts - 350000c
2 Vorlon Shields (20 Shld slots) - 350000c

Weaponary - 40 Turret Mounts + 4 Add Mounts + 44 Ext Mounts - 133100c
2 Bio Phasers (16 Tur + 4 add slots) - 20000c
4 Heavy Disrupters (16 Tur slots) - 12000c
5 Medium Ion Cannons (10 Tur slots) - 20000c
6 Reflex Missile Launchers (12 Ext slots) - 54000c
24 Quantam Torpedo Launchers (24 Ext slots) - 24000c
8 EMP Missile Launchers (8 Ext slots) - 1600c
AMD III (4 Tur slots) - 500c
AFD III (6 Tur slots) - 1000c

Onboard Systems - 36 Add mounts + 4 External Mounts - 39250c
Command Bridge (6 add slots) - 15000c
Advanced AI Ships Computer (1 add slot) - 250c
Advanced AI Upgrade (1 add slot) - 500c
Advanced Tactics Computer (1 add slot) - 400c
Advanced Tactics Computer Upgrade (1 add slot) - 800c
Deflector Dish (1 add slot) - 300c
Sensor Array (1 add slot + 1 Ext slot) - 2000c
Lateral Sensor Array (1 add slot + 3 Ext slots) - 500c
Phase Scanners (1 add slot) - 1000c
Advanced Engineering Bay (2 add slots) - 500c
Armoury (2 add slots) - 5000c
Security Stations (4 add slots) - 6000c
Hydroponic Bay (4 add slots) - 5000c
Holo Deck (2 add slots) - 5000c
Emergency Medical Hologram (1 add slot) - 1000c
ADMD - 5000c

Engines - 1 Engine Mount + 6 Add Mounts - 75100c
5 Singularity Drives (5 add slots) - 50000c
Slipstream Drive (Engine slot) - 25000c
Fusion Drive (1 add slot, AFD Power) - 100c

Cargo - 79600c
5000 tonnes cargo hold
6 Reflex Missiles (12 tonnes) - 54000c
24 Quantam Torpedo Reloads (24 Tonnes, 48 Torpedoes) - 24000c
8 EMP Missile Reloads (8 tonnes, 160 missiles) - 1600c

Onboard Military/Teams - 35950
6 ADCT (12 tonnes, 600 men) - 9000c
9 MASH (45 tonnes, 900 men) - 2250c
3 HqD (30 tonnes, 3000 men) - 9000c
6 Armoured Divisions (60 tonnes, 6000 men) - 4800c
4 Mech Divisions (40 tonnes, 4000 men) - 2800c
10 Artillery Companies (10 tonnes, 1000 men) - 2500c
10 Light Infantry Companies (10 tonnes, 1000 men) - 3000c
20 Infantry Companies (20 tonnes, 2000 men) - 2000c
4 Logistics and Support Divisions (200 tonnes, 4000 men) - 600c

Military Organisation
Heavy Brigade
2 HqD
6 AD
4 MecD
3 MASH (when not aboard ship)
3 ADCT (when not aboard ship)
3 LSD

Light Brigade
1 HqD
10 AC
10 LIC
20 IC
6 MASH (when not aboard ship)
1 ADCT (when not aboard ship)
1 LSD


SHIP TOTAL - 1000000c

ooc: Ok, I'll just get to work on that blowing up post now...........
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Carter not even giving time for the crew to react, taking control of the weapons from his own consol, letting out a volley of EMP blasts. Quickly followed by the the medium ion cannon.
"Helm plot random course points close to the underside of their hull, science I want detailed scans on the intgerity of the sheilds and any weakness in their hull."
Switching the cotnrol back to the weapons terminal.
"Just keep covering fire going, aim for random spots along its sheilds until we have a weakness in them we can exploit."
Depsite the complictions the battle was not going to bad, Carters mind running over possible strategys.
"Engineering get a repair crew on fixing the cloak asap, the faster the better. If they are good they get an extra cut on whatever spoils we manage to get, if we manage to get any at this rate."
A begruding tone in his voice fracturing it harsly, turing to a soft sigh and light chuckle evaporting his dark mood instantly.
"Weapons keep fire focused on three main area on their sheild this time, randomly fireing at those points cordianting with the sensor data from science"

Outside -

The Black rose shudders as it swoops and dives the massive ships hull, various specs and dazles of weapons fire littering and bombarding agaisnt the ships invisble sheilds. Its course shifting randomly turing and banking to stay close.

Actions -

Weapons shot being randomly shot at the sheilds of the vessel mostly emp, some ion.

Science scanning the enemy sheilds for its current overall integrity and any explotable point where its at its weakest as well as its hulls integrity.

Helm is flying a randomised course close to the sheilds.

Repair sent to fix the Cloaking Device

Weapons changed firing pattern to concetrate fire on the three weakest points in the ships sheilds, cordinating data with science

That was my reply I done it a while back
actions noted
weapons fired on Command Carrier
Note you are being closed and chased by 2 Destroyers
helm is evading
scanning - but no data as yet
Claoking device under repair
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Re: Masters of Andromeda IV (New Horizons - Out of the Ashes)

Quote:
Originally Posted by J-Kama-Ka-C
Lights:
*Cue big flashy vortex type special effects as the plot fabrics of spacetime reallign themselves while a flashy ship Kip-Jumps into the midst of battle from... somewhere else

Music:
Outlaw Star OST Volume #1 - Track 23 - Grand

Ship:
Kip-GP, The Outlaw Wake

Stats:
20 Shield
1x Vorlon Shields
1x Gravometric Defence Grid

40 Turret
10x Heavy Kipruptors
4x Tractor Beams Mk40

48 External
Kiptain's Boat
10x Kip Valkyrie Fighter
50x Kip Peon Fighters

Sensor Array
Lateral Sensor Array
Deflector Dish

2x Black Hole Bombs
10x Cruise Missile Launcher
10x Kipton Torpedo Launcher

48 Additional
Phased Colapsium Hull Armour
Heavy Deutrium Armoured Hull

Command Bridge
Transportor Grid
Sensor Mounts
Advanced AI Ships Computer
Advanced AI Upgrade
Advanced Tactics Computer
Advanced Tactics Computer Upgrade
Advanced Engineering Bay
Advanced Medbay
Emergency Medical Hologram

Slipstream Drive
2x Warp Drive
4x Cold Fusion Drive

10000 tonnes cargo hold
Anti-Matter Drive

---
Heavy Kipruptors - what can ye say, it's green and funky, it's destrutive, it's KIP! destruction in a can, or maybe better said, destruction from a destroyer. same happened to this kind of weapon as happened to the kipruptor, kip-searchers went banana's and did this!
- 4 turret mounts - 5000c

Kipton Torp Launchers - 4 shots per mount - the evolution of the Photon torp medium range but very good and now with a higher yeild with the new explosive KIPTRONIUM - 1000c

Valkyrie Class Heavy Fighter: Kip-dition
2 Energy Shields
4 Kipruptors
2 Quantam Torpedo Launchers
2 men crew
Anti Matter Drive
1 ship to 2 external mount
- 1500c each

Peon Class Light Fighter
1 Energy shield
2 Light Kipruptors
1 Kipton Torp Launcher
1 man crew
Anti matter drive
3 ships to 1 external mount
- 750c each

Capts Boat: Kip-dition
1 Mount

2 Heavy Shield
2 Kipton Torpedo Launchers
4 Light Kipruptor Cannons
10 Tonnes Hold
Ion Drive
Warp Drive

---

Summary Post:
Outlaw Wake "appears"
Transports command crew over as they cover the stricken XGP, dancing around plot holes
Firing all heavy kipruptors at the other Concordat (the one fluff is not eating his way through)
Open comms etc.
Actions noted
ship appears
Take over the stricken XGP
and fire weapons at the nearest Concordat
open comms to all friendly ships and Urquan
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On a final note; Inspectre: you have a chrono drive on your ship and are capable of time travel and you manage to arrive late in battle??
Yes, because the plan was to arrive late - i.e. after both you and all the Devorans were dead, or nearly so. Seems I was off by a few posts: guess I'll leave and come back later. That work for you? :-p
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There's a massive massive difference between kitting out a cruiser with the most expensive kit possible on one occasion and kitting out a dreadnaught with the most expensive kit possible after having already done the same thing once with a cruiser in the same mission, don't you think?

Besides which his cruiser didn't have a thousand quantum torpedo reloads...
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Re: Masters of Andromeda IV (New Horizons - Out of the Ashes)

It did have a lot of'em though. I think.

And quite some Platforms too

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Perhaps, perhaps...
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Pandora’s end…

ooc: Well here it is, it's not a novel but I sincerely hope it will help bump those stats a little in my favour so they don't look so pitiful.

WO: “We did it! All missiles hit! We got those suckers hahaha!”

*Suddenly everything begins to shake violently.*

Helm: “Oh shit, we can’t outrun the blast! Hang on, this is going to get rough.”

*The vibrations only get worse as the moments past, from an outside point of view the massive blast radius caused by the direct hits of the reflex missiles is expanding an a exponential rate from the stern of the devoran concordat. In it’s wake, the battleship Pandora is struggling to get up enough speed to escape the rapidly closing shockwave but her massive bulk slows her down and she cannot accelerate fast enough…

Within seconds she is completely engulfed in the blast.*

SO: “Aaaarrrrggghhhh!!!!”

*Smash!*

*Crash!*

*Bang!*

*Fizzle…*

*As blinding white light fills the bridge there is a hideous whack and a thunderous roar as the entire ship is rocked by the blast. Hewitt grabs for dear life to the command chair he cannot see, wincing and cursing as he is literally throw up and down, his body continuously slamming against the cold hard metal floor. All around him are the sounds of screaming and shouts of pain mixed with echoes of things breaking and control panels exploding. Suddenly as swiftly as it hit the reflex maelstrom passes and the light fades leaving Hewitt to claw back to his knees where he takes in the terrible state of his bridge.*

Hewitt: “My god.”

*What was previously a picture of perfection and order was now total chaos. All around him crew members lay broken and battered those few that could stand had their hands full with numerous spot fires that had erupted from the arcing of broken wires and circuitry. From first glance in just his little senior command deck things looked bad, the SO was only just picking herself up from somewhere several feet back of the chair she was sitting in when her panel had exploded. The Helmsman was currently laminenting over something at his panel but from where he was Hewitt could not tell what. In short they had gone from possible heroes to victims of self-induced disaster.*

Hewitt: “Damage report.”

*Slowly the SO climbed down to one of the secondary panels and began working at bringing up some data. It was at this point Hewitt noticed the rear portion of her scalp had been burnt off.*

Hewitt: “Are you ok Lt?”

SO: “I’m fine sir but many are not. I’m reading many casualties sir, hull breaches on decks 1, 3, 5, 6, and 9.”

Hewitt: “Seal off all damaged sections. Use the security force fields if the doors are damaged.”

SO: “Already done sir. We are currently down to about 50% power, all sensors are offline – I can’t see a bloody thing and I’m reading critical shield levels sir, we’re down to an average of 20% not good. Plus on top of all that sir AI functions are not responding sir, I think the computer’s fried as well sir.”

Helm: “We have another problem sir. I can’t control the ship sir.”

Hewitt: “What do you mean you can’t control the ship? What’s your status?”

Helm: “Controls are not responding sir and I don’t know why. Basically we’re a dead stick sir.”

No 1: “Should I raise the call to abandon ship sir?”

Hewitt: “What!? with these devoran all around us? I don’t know about you No 1 but personally I would rather die than become assimilated by these freaks.”

EO: “Amen to that sir.”

*Hewitt looked around at all the despondent faces of his bridge crew. They knew they had had it and there was not much they could do but give up. But Hewitt was not going to let that happen.*

Hewitt: “Come on people! We can’t just sit here waiting to die, there’s plenty of kick let in this girl I can feel it!”

No 1: “Sir, we’re blind as a bat and have about as much kick as a leper with no legs.”

*Hewitt rounded on his 2IC and pulled him up by the collar. He virtually spat the words out through his teeth but never less made certain only they could hear.*

Hewitt: “Now you just ****ing listen here. Any more of that talk and I’ll bloody deliver you to the devoran myself! This is not what the others need to hear! You should know better than that.”

No 1: “Sorry sir, It’s just we’ve never… I’m erm… scared sir. I have a family to take care of and I don’t want to die sir.”

Hewitt: “None of us do No 1. That’s why spirits must be kept high as possible – without high spirit hope leaves us and when hope leaves Pandora…”

*Hewitt let his words hang as he turned away from his friend ever since his graduation from the federation academy. He knew what his compatriot was feeling right now he was feeling it as well. They were finished. Death seemed imminent and Hewitt found himself thinking back to the father he loathed so much wishing that they could talk again for just one more time. Oh father, please forgive me for turning from you for all these years. If I make it through this I will make it up to you… somehow…*

EO: “What shall we do sir?”

I will.

EO: “Sir?”

*Hewitt shook his head to clear it. He was beginning to lose it but now was not the time. There would be plenty of time for that later.*

Hewitt: “What’s our weapon situation like?”

WO: “All launchers are down and beam weapons are running at 45% efficiency. But on the bright side the HPC’s are almost finished charging.”

Hewitt: “Really? Well at least that’s something…hmm…”

WO: “Sir?”

Hewitt: “Cut the power to all other weapons and feed it into out HPC’s… I just had a really wonderful idea…”

EO: “Oh crud.”

Hewitt: “No this is good, you’ll like this one EO, I think I just found a way to cure leprosy…”

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Helm: “Sir, we are in position.”

WO: “Target locked sir. I have a 100% firing solution.”

Hewitt: “Are all guidance systems set to manual?”

WO: “Yes sir.”

Hewitt: “Good, wouldn’t want any of our missiles hurting us… SO drop cloak and raise shields!”

*Seemingly alone from all other friendly ships, the Immortal raven appears where the enemy least expected them…

Right up there asses.*

SO: “We’re de-cloaked sir. Shields are up.”

WO: “Weapons online.”

Hewitt: “FIRE!!”

*Not a moment too soon after de-cloaking all the weapons ports on the sleek dark ship glow brightly then erupt in a dazzling display of firepower. All over the hull missile launchers erupt their deadly payloads but they fly straight instead of the usual curved path of a homing missile – all their guidance systems are off to avoid tampering. Almost as one the weapons all score a direct hit.*

WO: “Bloody hell! Barely even scratched her!”

Hewitt: “It’s ok WO. As long as we stay behind this lumbering hulk we’re out of their firing arc and safe from enemy fire. Plus the HPC’s should be close to charging yes?”

WO: “Aye sir indeed they are.” *Rubs hands with glee.*

SO: “Sir! You’re gonna want to see this. Pandora just got caught in her own blast!”

Hewitt: “What? What’s my bastard son gotten himself into now?”

*Hewitt runs over to the small screen at the SO’s small sensor station. On it she has a visual of the large ship that had blasted past them not long ago, she had seemed so powerful then beautiful even enough to make Hewitt a little envious. That wasn’t the case now. The once shiny hull was now hideously marred by an enormous black burn that stretched all the way from stern to bow. Her bright engine array was now dull and flickering badly and on a number of spaces along the battered hull clouds of gas and vapour could be seen erupting from the ship.*

Hewitt: “Sweet Jesus.”

WO: “Sir I’m ready to fire again plus the HPC’s are charged and ready.”

Hewitt: “Give those bastards a decent whack this time. Fire at will.”

SO: “Sir, I’m reading extensive external damage sir. That blast turned their hull into burnt husk of metal slag, they… well, erm sir…”

Hewitt: “Out with it!”

*Outside the light display is repeated only with the two impressive lances of light from the twin HPC’s. But Hewitt doesn’t see it as he continuous to drill his loyal SO for information. For once it his life he felt real fatherly concern for this scoundrel for a son.*

SO: “Sir, all their steering thrusters are fried. They are a dead stick and worse, if there current directory continues well… see for yourself sir.”

*The SO hits a button on the control panel and the screen zooms out showing a projected path for the crippled Pandora.

It leads straight through a fully energized Devoran Concordat.*

Hewitt: “Oh no.”

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Hewitt: “How’s it all going?”

EO: “Slowly! Without AI, my staff has to reprogram the machinery by hand.”

*Inside the expansive cargo bay was a hive of activity. Soldiers, workers, crew members and engineering staff all worked together to try and put Leto’s plan into action. It was an ambitious plan. The idea was to convert the hanger bay into some kind of mega-bomb bay for reflex missiles. However, progress was slow and so far all they had really managed to do was to remove the four remaining monolithic missiles from their reload pods. All the engineer’s that could be spared were busy running around the crowd working with the crude cargo cranes and lifts the best they could and many were wishing for tractor beams as was Hewitt but then as the EO kept reminding him with power levels so low at present they wouldn’t be of much use anyway.*

EO: “Well at least the ammo stores didn’t go off. According to my PDA this warhead alone suffered a major knock that quite easily could’ve burnt out the safety fields.”

Hewitt: “Just as long as they work right we’ll be able to shove them all at once right up the ass of those Devoran cocksuc-“

*Boom…*

Hewitt: “What was that?”

*BOOM!!!*

EO: “Look out!”

*As the mystery impact rocks the already crippled vessel an overhead crane gives up the ghost and comes falling to the ground. Soldiers and personnel are sent running by the cry as the heavy machinery comes crashing down with a solid crash.*

No 1: “Hewitt this is the bridge. You’re not gonna ****ing believe this, we’re headed straight for another concordat.”

Hewitt: “How is that possible? The odds of the blast throwing us in just the right direction are-“

No 1: “A million to one. I know sir. Today is just our lucky today I guess sir. And we still haven’t been able to get controls back online. We think the external thrusters maybe fried but we cannot be certain with our sensor do-“

*BANG!*

*That last weapon blast was so bad it threw Hewitt and many others of their feet. This is quickly followed by a series of panicked scrambling as more machinery and debris starts raining from the hanger ceiling.*

Hewitt: “You mean we still can’t steer!? But that means-“

*WHAM!*

*Screams echo the vast chamber as now very sizable chunks begin raining on the masses. High above somewhere there is an explosion and shrapnel is added to the mix. Hewitt has to jump back in order to avoid one of the makeshift knives, it’s so close Hewitt feels it sting across his right arm leaving a shallow but significant gash.*

No 1: “-I know, we're doomed. We are going to hit head on, that’s if the enemy doesn’t blow us up first.”

Hewitt: “Put all shields full forward and fire those HPC’s god damn it! Then get the hell out of there!”

*BANG!*

No 1: “Ye *static* s si *static*.”

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*Back on the bridge the No 1 is looking very nervous. A massive series of cracks line the immense dome over the command bridge which is bathed in an eerie red light that is secondary lighting. Around him bridge crew are leaving as fast as they can, on their way to the closest escape pod. But the most frightening site was the clear view thought the cracked plasti-durasteel of the fully charged devoran concordat, its insidious weapon ports glowing as it took pot shots at Pandora as she came into range. In front of him the weapons panel flickered a little but the flashing red icon still held fast.

Heavy Plasma Cannons ready to fire’.*

No 1:“Eat this you mongrels.”

*Hitting the fire button, the Pandora lurched as the HPC’s unloaded. No.1 watched on as the twin beams flew true and hit the enemy ship head on.

It was like shooting a BB gun at a freight train.*

No 1: “Oh man we are so ****ed.”

*The last thing he heard was the sound of breaking glass as Pandora entered maximum firing range.*

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Hewitt: “No, no turn damn you! Turn!”

No 1: “It’s no good sir they are a dead sti-“

*Hewitt lunged at his No.1 and pinned him against a nearby wall.*

Hewitt: “Their gonna make it damn it! I want to hear you say it!!”

No 1: “SIR! Their ****ed and you know! PUT ME DOWN!!!”

*Hewitt stood there silently seething. This just wasn’t happening.*

No 1: “Paul. Please. There’s nothing we can do now but pray.”

*Hewitt looked up and the face of his good friend. His eyes we’re filled with tears. He looked around and saw similar sorrow around the entire deck. He lowered his 2IC and put a hand to his face only to have it come away again, wet with tears…*

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Hewitt: “No 1?”

*static*

Hewitt: “John!!”

*static*

EO: “It’s no good sir. I’m reading a breach in the bridge.”

Hewitt: “God damn it! How could things have turned out so bad? How damn it! How!? We we’re ripe and ready!!”

EO: “Too ready it appears sir.”

*Hewitt turned to look at the EO. The man had a point. They had jumped head first into danger recklessly and this was the result. It was all his fault that most of the crew was now dead, his fault Pandora was now doomed to die.*

Hewitt: “You got access to mainframe from that setup.”

EO: “Aye sir.”

Hewitt: “Sound the evac. We’re getting off this heap of junk.”

EO: “Yes sir.”

*BANG! CRASH! BOOOOOMMMM!!!!*

*Hewitt finds himself kissing the floor again as multiple weapons hit echo throughout the ruined vessel. Hitting head hard this time, he becomes dazed and confused and it isn’t until the MC is lifting him back to his feet again that he comes back to his senses. Chunks of metal rain down on the already battered cargo floor creating a tremdous roar that doesn’t stop, broken, twisted and charred material lies everywhere in massive piles.*

MC: “The whole god damn bay area is collapsing! We have got to get out of here!”

*Hewitt just nods when he comes to and signs to the EO who is still busy at his makeshift panel with a few of his remaining staff.*

Hewitt: “Come on we have to get out of here now!”

*BANG! BOOM! WHACK!*

*The ship shakes again and the entire far wall disappears from view as the whole far section comes tumbling down.*

MC: “Shit that was the only way out!”

EO: “Sirs! Look out!”

*The EO shouts his warning but neither Hewitt nor the MC hear it. The EO makes a desperate jump to save his captain but his subordinates hold him back knowing it is already too late.*

2nd EO: “Stay back!”

EO: “Noooooooooooo!!!”

*Hewitt looks up just to see a mass of wreckage come crashing down on top of him.*

EO: “Captaaaaaaaaiiiiiinnnnnn!!!”

*When the dust settles all that can be seen where the Captain and MC we’re once standing now sits a mountain of rubble.*

2nd EO: “There was nothing you could’ve done you would’ve died also.”

EO: “Damn it! We’re going to die away…”

3rd EO: “Maybe not look!”

*Sitting on top of the rubble is a service shuttle that was left over from Pandora’s construction. The bloody thing had hardly a scratch on it.*

EO: “Well how friggen convenient. You two get her started up! I’ve got a present I’ve gotta finish wrapping…”

*As the two subordinates scrabble up the pile of debris the EO hangs back to finish his work with the Reflex missiles sitting close by. Putting the finishing touches on the program he makes a few last second changes then hits execute before making a dash for the construction shuttle.*

Code:
Warning…

Missile safety fields failing… initiating secondary measures.
Secondary measures overridden
Safety fields offline

!!!!WARHEADS EXPOSED!!!!

Secondary program initiated

Power to divert in 
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*Inside the shuttle the EO leaps to find the two men scrabbling over the controls.*

3rd EO: “She’s powering up sir, I don’t believe it!”

2nd EO: “Engines online, systems online we’re all green.”

EO: “Get us out of here and hurry!”

3rd EO: “Yes sir!”

*The small craft slowly begins to hover from the pile of debris and fills the chamber with a low hum barely audible amongst the roar of the collapsing chamber. It makes it’s way across the chamber as it turns when suddenly all the lights go out plunging the tiny craft into darkness.*

2nd EO: “Activating external lights.”

3rd EO: “What just happened?”

EO: “I shut down all systems except shields and main thrust and de-activated the safe fields on the reflex missiles. Basically I turned Pandora into the largest ****ing missile in existence.”

3rd EO: “Holy shit sir!”

*A loud clunk on the outta hull ends the conversation as attention is drawn to avoiding the deadly rain of debris in the dark chamber. Dodging and weaving, the small craft picks up speed as it goes, coming close to smacking into a number of very large bits of metal many times its size. Finally the small shuttle blasts past the four conveyor fighter launching cranes heading straight for the opening into space below. There is another series of enemy weapons hits and as the shuttle plunges down so do the cranes along with half the hanger bay.*

3rd EO: “Hang on!”

*The shuttle accelerates in a desperate attempt to avoid to on coming rush of rubble. The jagged broken bits of metal get closer and closer until…

Escape!

The shuttle finds itself blasting its way out into space. They had just flown through the belly of the beast and out the demons ass but there was no cheering inside that tiny shuttle. So much had been lost because one man had thought he could be a hero…

Behind them Pandora carried on, pieces flying off her broken hide as she was forced to accelerate towards the enemy beast. The weapon hits were coming in thick and fast now as the devorans tried their best to obliterate the run away space ship before they collided. Bigger and bigger chunks were ripped away from Pandora, internal fires were abundant as seen by acrid smoke emitting from the many holes and the flaming vents as the remaining oxygen burned as it escaped into the void of space.

But Pandora kept going, her bulk keeping her engine array protected. Faster and faster she flew, rocked continuous by the relentless barrage. Two more strikes and the left wing was gone scattering hi-energy weapons like overgrown toothpicks. Pandora went on. A series of hits on her already decimated front section was so powerful the metal was turned into slag. Pandora went on. More strikes set off a series of powerful explosion as a major power substation was hit. Pandora went on.
A giant tear opened up along her belly threatening to split her end from end. Pandora went on until suddenly she hit the invisible barrier of the devoran concordats shields…

Pandora went no further.

*The devoran shields strained but held, vaporizing what was left of the ruined front section of Pandora right before the last remaining HPC broke off and stuck the engine array causing a critical overload….

*This all happened in nano-seconds. After that there was a god-almighty explosion.*

*A bright flash of pure white light flooded the battlefield as the collision set off a chain reaction that ultimately ended up with the entire engine array and stock of ammunition - including four reflex class missiles – going up all at once. The energy released surely was incredible for the light was enough to blind many if only for a few seconds and tended to linger.

As the light faded it was revealed that the devoran concordat remained, but Pandora was no more….
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Oh HA HA, some of us have other things to do with our time you know...

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actions noted
weapons fired on Command Carrier
Note you are being closed and chased by 2 Destroyers
helm is evading
scanning - but no data as yet
Claoking device under repair
The scanners balring alive as the new signals turn hotile red on the screen. Only giving it a passing glance John silence the science officer with a hand movment.
"Ignore them there little we could do about it right now, keep an eye on the ships but we wont engage them. Weapon just keep concentrating your fire on the command ship, helm can do the evading for now"
Seeing his orders faithfully carried out without interuption or questions, though the woried glancew of the first officer showing the crews concern clearly. Though the prospect of death long ago lost its sharp edge to john, little mattered these days that held him to this world. Turning his body to face the repair crea at work on the cloaking device station.
"Hate to rush you guys and all but time is somthing we are little short of right now."

Actions -

Carrying on with previous orders.
Science tracking the desroyers on a secondary basis but still cosnertrting the majority of their efforts on the command ship.

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