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Off-Topic Discussion => Arts & Talents => Topic started by: Eishtmo on November 11, 2006, 07:07:22 pm
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A lot of you kids probably have no clue what the Neo-Hammer of Light is/was, or why this is 3 and not 1 or 2, so I'll tell you.
Way, way, way back during the vbb days, I made a joke. We were always being asked who we would side with, the NTF, the HoL, GTA, PVN, GTVA, Shivans, whatever, and I decided to declare my alligence to the might Neo-Hammer of Light (NHOL). This spun out of control and into the first ever vbb story thread that wasn't 'that' thread. If you don't know what 'that' thread is, good, better that you not know.
That ended pretty quickly with lots of explosions and what not, and I got the idea to start another NHOL thread, a more focused story thread, NHOL 2. That went alright, it showed lots of potential at the very least, even if it was more chaotic than anything else. It also ended with the destruction of Earth, which didn't go over too well.
So now comes the third edition, which I'm actually going to repost for all of you to see. I still consider it some of my best writing, though I have personally gotten a lot better with time. There are still some stupid, childish things in it, not just from me but many of the other posters in it. No matter, it's still pretty good, especially the buildup to the conclusion.
But you'll have to wait to see it. I'm going to try to post a few posts a day from it, copied directly from the original files, with some editing, if only to clear up confusions and errors. Feel free to make comments and ask questions (I doubt many of you will, but go ahead). Enjoy.
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Eishtmo, 04-18-2000 01:57 PM
Neo-Hammer of Light 3: Legacy of the Eishtmo
. . . it was gone.
It has been two years since Earth was destroyed by the Eishtmo and his ship the NHJ Victorious. The initial reaction was swift and violent. Dozens of "anti-NHOL" groups were founded and set off on a quest to destroy the Neo-Hammer of Light. But they were foiled when the NHOL, following the Eishtmo's final orders, vanished from GTVA space. After six months, most of the groups were torn apart by internal divisions. Soon, the different groups began fighting among themselves. The worst of these conficts was that involving the former members of the Outcast Sentient Front, whose war destroyed many of the pirate Clans.
Most of the "anti-NHOL" groups have been forgotten, but conflict still exists. The Galactic Terran-Vasudan Alliance is facing fierce pressure from the Sol Defense Force, the military governing body of Sol, to track down the NHOL, wherever they are. The GTVA has done its best, but the SDF is nowhere near being satisfied. Many high level members of the SDF have accused the Vasudan Empire of harboring NHOL criminals, and some have accused them of outright collaboration. This has caused a major strain between the two groups, leaving the Terran half of the GTVA stuck in the middle.
Recently, mysterious raiders have been attacking Vasudan colonies and installations, killing anyone and everyone, especially Vasudan citizens. The Vasudan goverment has recalled most of their fleets to guard agianst such attacks, yet they continue. Rumor has it that the SDF is behind the attacks, and is attempting to start a war with the Vasudan Empire. Most everyone is in anticipation of a new Terran-Vasudan war, and fear now grips the people of the GTVA. However, some are continuing their missions, assigned to them so long ago. . .
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Sol System - GTC Horan
The bright sun is, for a moment, blocked out by a large asteroid as the rock hurtles through space. It is one of the remaining pieces of Earth, the third planet from the star called Sol. A huge field of boulders and asteroids tumble through the sky, following the orbit of the planet they once were. Far off, the sphere of light that is the moon, continues on its path through the sky, no longer held by its larger parent.
Suddenly, a blast of green light shoots across the sky, striking one of the boulders, shattering it into dust. The GTC Horan and her two Argo transport escorts, Alpha and Omega, move through the field in a search pattern. The small group is finishing the quest set forth by Captian Bud Alered two years ago, when the Neo-Hammer of Light first invaded.
Captian Todd Ripper looked out the window of the cramped captian's quarters. He sighed as another rock was shattered by laser fire from one of the transports.
"Computer, begin recording log," he said. The computer responded with a beep.
Captian's Log Entry: 04/15/2384
Captian Todd Ripper, GTC Horan
It's like the Leaning Tower of Pisa fell down. That's an old saying a friend of mine used after a great event, when everyone was gone. I didn't think it would be the same with Earth, but I guess it is. Once it's gone, people just stop coming, for there's nothing to see.
I had half expected the crew to go into an uproar when we first got here, but they didn't. Even having devote members of the NHOL on board, and thus in Sol, didn't set them off. I guess we've worked togeather too long, and see too many atrocities. Fortunatly, this is the last one. When we're done here, we will report our findings to the War Crimes Tribunial at Beta Aquiliea, and then go home. I hope our friends can leave with us, but I doubt it. The SDF has been on a witch hunt as of late, and if they discover they are members of the Neo-Hammer of Light, they'll never see their homes again.
End of Log
"Captian," Commander Su'mit spoke over the comm.
"Computer, end log," Ripper said. "Yes, what is it?"
"We've discovered something. I would like you to take a look."
"I'll be there in a moment." Ripper squeezed throught the small door and into the hallway. As he moved down the hall, stepping over the knee-knockers of the airtight doors, he looked at each member of the crew he passed. Mostly Terrans, a few Vasudans, all in GTVA uniforms, despite the fact that most of the Vasudans were members of the NHOL. To keep the crew of the Horan from firing on Alpha and Omega, some had been transfered to the transports, while Vasudans had been transfered aboard the old Leviatian. It probably wasn't necessary anymore, but it was still in the groups best interest.
Ripper walked onto the bridge finally. "What have you got?"
"Listen," Su'mit said. A strange noise now began to vibrate through the bridge.
"What is it?" Ripper asked.
"An NHOL distress signal," said the comm officer.
"Here?" Ripper said with astonishment. "That's not possible."
"Possible or not, it is there," Vasudan commander said. "I believe it may be from a Victorious escape pod."
"What else could it be from?" Ripper said. "Can you locate the signal?"
"Yes sir," said the comm officer.
"Good, once you have, give the Sandra the coordinates. Sandra."
"Sir," said Lieutenant Sandra.
"Plot a course that will take us through as few rocks as possible," Ripper said.
"Aye, aye sir," said Sandra.
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Eishtmo, 04-18-2000 02:30 PM
Sol System - GVT Omega
The small port into the escape pod flopped open, into the confines of the small craft. A Vasudan solider, a NHOL patch on his shoulder shouted down into the pod.
"We are of the Neo-Hammer of Light, is anyone on board?" The only reply the Vasudan got was the beeping of dozen systems, and the low hum of the escape pod's small reactor. "It looks safe," he said to a young Terran, his helmet translator allowing the Terran to hear what he said.
"Nevertheless," said the Terran. "You go first."
The Vasudan stared at him for a moment. "Very well," he said, and he dropped down into the pod.
The escape pod was small, really only big enough to carry about 10 adult Vasudans, and then only for two or three days. In this one, however, were two cases, one much larger than the other, and the larger having many lights flashing on it's surface.
"What's all this for?" the Terran asked.
"I do not know," the Vasudan responded.
"Damn these things are small," said another Terran as he recovered from his landing.
"Keep it down Erik," the first Terran said.
Another Vasudan entered the pod. The group now began to examine the contents of the pod. Erik made his way to the front, where the smaller of the two cases lay.
"So what's it all mean Ch'ie?" the Terran officer asked the first Vasudan.
Ch'ie looked over the screen. Symbols appeared on the screen, in a language unfamilier, even to a Terran living in the GTVA. "It is written in Eishtmatic," Ch'ie said. "I cannot read it."
"Eishtmatic?" the Terran asked. "What is that?"
"It is the language of the NHOL," the other Vasudan responded. "We never had a chance to learn it."
"Sorry," the Terran responded.
"Hey Lt. Bradley," Erik said. "What do you make of this?" Erik indicated to the small case. It's top was glass, a glow from inside lighting up the contents. There lay a tube, about a meter long, and the diameter of a human arm. It's ends were rounded, and it was perfectly seemless, nothing to indicate it was anything but solid metal.
"I don't know," Bradley said as he examined the tube.
"Look at this," said the other Vasudan. The group gathered around a small port on the side of the larger container.
"Oh my," said Ch'ie.
"Is he alive," asked Bradley.
Ch'ie looked at the various controls, looking for an indicator he could read. "Uh, I think so."
"I didn't know you guys had, uh, whatever these are," said Erik.
"We do not," said Ch'ie. "But apparently, the Eishtmo did."
Bradley looked at the body inside the pod. "Could this be him?"
Ch'ie looked at his Terran counterpart. "We won't know until he wakes up."
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PeachE, 04-18-2000 02:33 PM
Mission Recording
Talnia System
04/15/2384
1600 hours.
This Is Lt. Commander Daniels of Alpha Wing, 195th Buccaneers Squadron calling Vasudan Science Installation Kebechet. We're 5 clicks out and closing. Awaiting permission to dock. Over.
*static*
Vasudan Installation Kebechet, this is Lt Commander Daniels of Alpha Wing. Please respond.
*static*
"Command said they had lost contact with the Installation, sir. Maybe, they just can't respond."
Or maybe they've been hit by the raiders. Let's do a fly-by before we dock.
"Yes sir"
I don't see any signs of life. They could just be playing dead, though. Go in for dock, Alpha wing...
Wait a minute. I'm getting some more signals on my scanner. Appears to be friendly but there are some deviations. Be careful pilots. Could be raiders.
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They've opened fire, Alpha. Break formation and spread out. Don't open fire yet. It could be a mistake.
"Sir. They're firing on the Installation."
Defend that base at all costs, people. Move in for the kills.
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That's 2 enemy fighters down, 2 bombers. Only four left.
Bombs heading for the istallation!!! Fighters, intercept... Almost there...
"Sir, those bombs aren't being recognized by my computer. There unknowns... "
*Daniels Fires his primaries at the bombs spiralling towards the Installation.*
Damn. Those there's too many of them. Use all fire-power to stop the bombs.
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It's too late. We can't do anything. Fighters, pull up. Now. Now. Now.
*Multitudes of bombs hit the various subsystems of the Installation, each one going up upon impact. Like a chain reaction, the explosions travel down the side of the base. And with a brilliant flash of light and a forciful, shockwave, it's gone.*
The other ships are turning back. They've completed their mission. Pilots, report in.
"Alpha four went down in the shockwave."
And three went down from the fighters. Okay, Alpha 2. This mission was a failure. Prepare to engage your jump drives.
"There'll be hell to pay back at headquarters, sir"
I know... Engage.
End Log
Mission Classification: Failure.
Mission Security Level: Rho.
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PeachE, 04-18-2000 02:35 PM
Mission Debriefing
Talnia Fleet Headquarters
4/15/2384
1800 Hours
*Debriefing Recorded at the request of Vice-Admiral Ashe*
"So, what exactly went wrong out there, Daniels?"
We investigated the base as ordered, sir. It looked to me like the installation was playing dead to avoid detection. Raiders must have detected us though, because almost as soon as we got there, they jumped in. They bombed the hell out of that installation, sir. We just couldn't stop them all.
"Did you even bother to call for backup? What about the weapons on the installation"
No sir. There was no time to call for backup. And in our fly-by, it looked like the Installation had already undergone a small attack. Only minor damage was suffered, but the weapons looked shot to hell.
"No time for backup?!? Mission recordings show at least three minutes between the time the enemy jumped in and the bombs were being fired. Now, are you going to sit there and tell me you had no time?"
Yes sir! There weren't just bombers out there. There were fighters, and they were taking out my pilots! I had my hands full just staying alive, much less calling for backup.
"Maybe next time, I should just send a more qualified pilot."
Maybe next time, you should just send more ships! One wing won't cut it!!!
"Are you raising your voice to a superior officer?!?"
Sorry. No sir.
"That's better. Now, there are two troop transports coming through next week. I intend for you to be on one of them, depending on the success of your next mission. If you fail, in spite of your previous good record, you will be on transport back to Delta Serpentis..."
To do what?!? Pick up garbage?
"Funny. That's what we've been doing lately, whenever you fail a mission... If you succeed in your mission, we will look on these last three losses as a fluke, and you will be on transport to Epsilon Pegasi."
What's there?
"Apparently, some of the old Clans are starting to rebuild in the surrounding systems. As to what's actually in Epsilon Pegasi, it's beyond your level of clearance."
So I either get to be a janitor or a suicide-mission runner? Great...
"Silence. As for your next mission. You're to escort some transports, freighters, and medical ships to a small Vasudan colony in Vega."
Yes sir, I know the colony you're talking about. Shouldn't be a problem. There's no activity in that sector.
"And there was no activity at Kebechet either. Command agrees with you though. But expect the worse. The ships will be arriving here in two days time. When they get here, you and your Squad will begin escort. From here, they will move on to the colony. You will oversee the transferral of goods and medical staff and then you will escort the ships back here. I suggest you brief you squad tomorrow. That's all, Daniels. But remember, this is your last chance."
Yes, sir. Good Day.
End Recording.
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Ice Heart, 04-18-2000 02:42 PM
Zeta Prime
NHD Iron Fist
Vice Admiral "Ice Heart" Harak Chontamentet glared out the viewport of his flagship, the NHD Iron Fist, at the planet below. The Iron Fist and (aside from a few cruisers, corvettes, and fighter wings on routine patrols) all of the NHOL fleet, as well as most of the NHOL's extensive ship construction facilities, were in orbit above the world of Zeta Prime. A habitable world that was very well suited to Vasudan life, a world populated by the NHOL. The Vice Admiral had followed the Eishtmo's final orders and returned to the NHOL colony system with what was left of his fleet. In trying to follow those orders completely, the Vice Admiral had collapsed the two jump nodes which led from Zeta Prime to two other systems which bore only survey numbers, and from each of those systems to the GTVA. From the NG12 system, a jump node existed that went to the Gienah Cygni system, a lightly populated GTVA system. The other node had led to Y789 and from there to Kaus Borealis, another small GTVA system. The Zeta Prime to NG12 and Zeta Prime to Y789 nodes had been collapsed as Ice Heart's fleet retreated, and in such a fashion that it would be almost impossible to determine that a node to Zeta Prime had ever existed in those two numbered systems. However, that still left a node leading to another system that was identified only by a number, the M342 system, this system was in the opposite direction of GTVA space and if the NHOL eventually grew large enough to expand, it would be through that single node from Zeta Prime to M342 and beyond, away from the GTVA.
The Vice Admiral planned to follow the Eishtmo's orders to live in peace at their colony as well as he could, to this end he had ensured that they could not return to GTVA space, though there was of course a chance that somewhere beyond M342 there existed a system with a node that did lead to GTVA space.
With that thought, a familiar small knot of worry formed in the Vice Admiral's stomach. He knew that that node would have to be collapsed as well, and hopefully before the GTVA realized that the NHOL had bumped into them again. He knew that if ever the GTVA and NHOL fought again, it would be a war of genocide, of extinction. One side would not survive it, there was no doubt that the GTVA would not accept any surrender, any offer; and the Vasudan elements in the GTVA would gladly help the Terrans exact their vengeance upon the NHOL for the destruction of Terra. And so he had continued to build up his military, knowing that some day it would be inevitable that the two would clash again. They could never truly live in peace and the Eishtmo had wanted. Of course, the Vice Admiral thought with a scowl on his face that assumes we don't tear ourselves apart first.
He turned from the viewport and its stunning vista of the blue-green world of Zeta Prime in disgust and went to his desk, almost wishing he could use his fleet to obliterate the beautiful planet. A mere two years (actually, this should be 6 months - Eishtmo) after the Eishtmo's death, there was dissent among the NHOL followers. Vice Admiral Ice Heart had reluctantly taken up the responsibilities of leader of the NHOL two years ago with the death of the Eishtmo and the departure of Keef on a quest of some sort. The Admiral still did not enjoy the role, but he knew that he was better suited than the challenger which now threatened to usurp him.
The worst thing was that the challenger was also blasphemous. This usurper claimed to be the Eishtmo, miraculously escaped from the GTVA and returned to lead his people again to destroy the Unbeliever GTVA. The Admiral laughed at this thought, but there was no humor to it. If this pretender knew what the Eishtmo really was, he would likely recoil in horror. The Admiral still did not understand how a Terran could bring himself to destroy his own homeworld, but the Eishtmo had done just that. This Pretender was no more the Eishtmo than a brick was.
Though the majority of his people still believed that Harak was truly following the Eishtmo's orders and living in peace as best they could, there was a growing minority that believed the Eishtmo had returned. Indeed, the Admiral would have believed this pretender and the familiar rhetoric of destruction had not he heard the Eishtmo's orders himself. This minority was becoming increasingly militant as well. The Vice Admiral feared there would soon be civil war on the planet below, and civil war in space as well as he had overheard even on his flagship some murmurings of doubt in his leadership.
The Vice Admiral had just been starting on the bearueacratic paperwork he so despised when his Executive Officer, Ba-Pef Khentimentiu, commed him. "Yes?" He said, slightly thankful that he had been saved from the ornerous task. His relief faded when he saw the XO's expression in the vid screen, it was a grim, worried one.
"Sir, the NHCv Duamutef has just destroyed the NHC Enkidu while they patrolled near Zeta X, the Duamutef claim that they are only doing the bidding of the Eishtmo."
The Vice Admiral cursed, damn the Pretender! There had been various individual incidents on the planet and in the construction yards, but nothing of this magnitude. Could it be the civil war that Harak knew was coming had just begun?
"Inform Rear Admiral Kraken aboard the NHD Anubis that he is now in command here. Make certain you contact him on a secure channel, I can trust him, I want no one beyond the three of us and the communications officer here on the Iron Fist to know of this. We will deal with the Duamutef ourselves."
Khentimentiu understood, they had to keep as tight a lid on this as possible else the Pretender would use it to whip up even more followers and discontent with Harak's rule. The crew of the Iron Fist was almost unquestioningly loyal to him so he would take only the Iron Fist to deal with the little rebellious vessel...
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Ice Heart, 04-18-2000 02:43 PM
The NHD Iron Fist exited its intra-system subspace jump near the NHCv Duamutef. The Iron Fist was 2000 meters away from the Duamutef when it finally came to a complete stop, its massive forward beam cannon pointed directly at the little corvette. The main cannon was of the sort that belonged on a juggernaut class vessel, the largest and most powerful ever mounted on an NHOL destroyer-class vessel. Only two vessels in the NHOL fleet mounted the cannon, the Iron Fist itself, a Hatshepsut destroyer so heavily modified its silhouette was no longer recognizable as such; and the NHD Anubis, the last remaining NHOL Hatshepsut-class destroyer. Harak had long ago ordered that construction of the Hatshepsut-class cease since the NHOL’s Ramses-class destroyers were better armed and armored. The Duamutef was dwarfed by the massive NHOL flagship.
Just ahead of the little Sobek corvette was a small cloud of debris that had been the Mentu-class cruiser Enkidu. The Vice Admiral sat at the communications officer’s terminal. "Corvette Duamutef, this is Vice Admiral Harak Chontamentet of the NHD Iron Fist. Power down and prepare to receive a boarding party at once!"
A Vasudan face appeared on the vidscreen and replied. "Negative! It is you whom should power down, usurper! Perhaps if you surrender now, the Eishtmo will take leniency on.." The unknown Vasudan never finished his rant, his head disappeared in a spray of blood.
A few moments later, another Vasudan, this one bleeding from a wound at his shoulder appeared on the vidscreen. "Iron Fist, do not fire! Do not fire! This is Executive Officer Gulrhan, Captain Thakur led a mutiny by Pretender followers. We have regained control of the bridge and most of the turret stations from them."
Harak exhaled a very relieved breath. "Thank the Prophets. Do you require any assistance? We have a marine boarding party ready for deployment."
"The assistance would be greatly appreciated, Vice Admiral. Send them along ASAP."
Harak allowed the communications officer to retake his console. The marine transports had been launched and were enroute to the Duamutef, ETA two minutes. It was several seconds after letting the communications officer have his station back that disaster struck. As the Admiral was walking back to his command chair, he heard from commscreen behind him. "What!? They’re in the reactor room!? We can’t let the..." Gulrhan said in shock.
That unfinished sentence was Gulrhan’s last words. The Duamutef was rippled with explosions as the delicate fusion bottle of the reactor was punctured by the fanatical followers. The ship burst a moment later, scattering debris in all directions. Fortunately, none of the transports were near enough to be damaged by the flying debris and shockwave, but the Duamutef was gone. The fanatics had destroyed the ship and themselves rather than let it be retaken.
The Admiral slowly sat down in his command chair, just as shocked as anyone else on the bridge. Such fanaticism had not been seen since the long ago days of the Great War when the original HOL had made its kamikaze attacks. Such a fervent devotion was dangerous, for it showed that the Pretender’s followers were not at all afraid to sacrifice lives, including their own, in pursuit of their cause.
"Target those debris with our beam weapons, I want all of that debris vaporized. We cannot let what has happened here be known beyond the crew of this vessel, the Pretender would use such information as this to his advantage."
He turned to his Executive Officer and spoke quietly so that none aside from the XO would hear. "Khentimentiu, I want you to enact our cover up plan."
The XO nodded his understanding and departed. Harak and Ba-Pef had known something like this was likely for quite some time. They had prepared a number of false documents and other covering materials specifying a number of different excuses for a ship’s disappearance. The moment they returned, a select few of Harak’s completely trusted personnel in governmental positions on the planet would be notified of what had happened and would be given the cover story that Khentimentiu was gathering. The Duamutef’s demise would be unknown as long as possible, though relatives and friends of crew members would eventually want to know why their loved ones had not contacted them in awhile.
"Helm, prepare for jump back to Zeta Prime orbit." The Admiral said quietly.
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That should be enough to start.
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I miss the good ol' hammer of light... :{
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The first post seems familiar but I don't remember anything from the rest of it. Interesting stuff.
Captain Thakur led a mutiny by Pretender followers.
:lol: Never expected to see myself in here, and as a fanatical Vasudan too. Sweetness. :yes:
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You might have only read the first post. In the end, the whole thing is 7 pages long, and the average post is huge (espeically mine). Incidently, if you email me I can send you a zip of NHOL 2 and 3 (original html pages). I'm posting it for fun honestly.
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Ice Heart, 04-18-2000 02:49 PM
TWO DAYS LATER
The Admiral sat in his cabin and watched the telecast from the planet below with a grim frown on his face. On the screen, the Pretender harangued a crowd of supporters. How he wished he could simply order the Pretender killed. He could do so, but that would only vindicate his followers and there was no doubt that would only convince more to follow the Pretender. Somehow, a small word of what had really happened to the Duamutef and Enkidu had been leaked to the Pretender and he had certainly used that information. Harak was just catching the last of the broadcast. "...and the liar Chontamentet would tell us that the Duamutef suffered an accidental core breach and the Enkidu was destroyed in the blast as well. No, it was not that! The Duamutef carried out my orders and destroyed the Enkidu, crewed by the followers of Chontamentet the False. It was for this righteous act that Chontamentet and his ship destroyed the Duamutef! They allowed it no chance to surrender, but mercilessly destroyed it in order that you, True Believers, would not know of this! This is the final insult, we can no longer tolerate this repression, the time for our ascension has arrived!"
With those last words, Chontamentet knew that the Pretender would no longer be a mere annoyance, a simple thorn in the side. He knew that a full scale war was about to erupt, it was now just a matter of time...
ONE DAY LATER
Harak sat in his command chair, watching reports on the main screen from the war torn planet below. There was geurilla warfare in the streets and the countryside, it had begun the night of the Pretender's speech denouncing the Vice Admiral. A small group of supporters of Harak had opened fire on the crowd of Pretender followers and that had been the spark that lit the powder keg. As news of the incident spread, supporters of both parties instigated violence. Harak had ordered his ground soldiers to stay out of the fighting and contain it as much as possible, but no small number had defected to the Pretender's side and an almost equal number were just as fanatically loyal to Chontamentet, a lethal combination when units with devote loyalists and devote Pretender followers were deployed to contain a situation. At least, thought Harak, this blasted fighting hasn't yet spread to the fleet.
The NHD Djebauti, positioned just below the Iron Fist, suddenly opened fire on the Iron Fist, its forward and aft anti-capital ship beams able to track upward as well as fore and aft, tore into the ship's belly. As the Djebauti opened fire, the NHD Behedti and NHD Ennead opened fire as well, along with a number of corvettes, against a number of other ships in Harak's fleet. Harak was caught completely off guard for a couple of seconds, but quickly regained himself. "Sensors, designate NHD Djebauti, NHD Behedti, and NHD Ennead hostile targets. Communications, contact all other fleet destroyers, cruisers, and corvettes. Order them to break engagement and pull back to the Iron Fist and the Anubis, if they refuse, designate as hostile. Gunnery, charge main gun and fire on the Djebauti. Communications, tell all ships loyal to us to defend themselves if attacked. Flightdeck, scramble all fighters and bombers. Communications, relay that to the other destroyers!"
The Admiral was still in a state of shock, but he had recovered sufficiently to give orders. He hadn't expected the fighting to spread to his fleet so quickly, the Pretender must have had a stronger presence in the space forces than was previously known. Of his total fleet of nine Ramses destroyers, sixteen Sobek corvettes, eighteen Mentu cruisers, and two Aten cruisers; three Ramses destroyers, eight Sobek corvettes, and six Mentu cruisers had refused and were forming up themselves as well. A few seconds later, the main gun was powered and fired. The beam slammed into the side of the Djebauti and carved a hole into it, but the ship's tough armor plating held fast and did not allow the beam to penetrate, testament to the ship's excellent internal structure. The Anubis's main gun lanced out a mere second later, but its beam missed the spine of the NHD Ennead by mere meters.
By now, the first wings from Harak's destroyers were beginning to emerge, fighters came out first and held near their ships waiting for the slower bombers that would be their charges. As the bombers came out, the fighters formed up with them to escort them on their runs. It was then that Harak noted the other side had yet to launch any fighter or bomber wings. He swore again, this time for not seeing what should have been obvious. The rebellious ships had a strong presence, but not strong enough to defeat Harak's loyalists. A second later, the whole of the rebellious Pretender followers leapt into subspace.
Harak knew their destination: the two shipyards that were not directly in Zeta Prime orbit but were over the arid, semi-habitable world of Zeta X. "Helm, set course for Zeta X shipyards, we cannot allow them to take those yards."
The communications officer, a quiver in his voice, replied. "Sir, its too late." Harak knew what had happened even before the comm officer put the message from the commanding officer of the outer yards on the screen. The yard officer laughed harshly at Harak's shock before cutting the connection.
Chontamentet sat down in his chair slowly and cancelled the jump order. The yard's stationary defenses would equalize the Pretender forces' smaller numbers to his own. There was nothing he could do for the moment. In the space of a few minutes, Harak had lost close to half his fleet to mutiny and one third of his total yards. At least the remaining four were concentrated over Zeta Prime where Harak’s fleet could remained massed to defend them. "So it begins." The Admiral muttered to himself quietly...
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PeachE, 04-18-2000 03:23 PM
\\//My New One\\//
Office of Vice-Admiral Ashe
Talnia Fleet Headquarters
04/18/2384
1320 Hours
*Vice-Admiral Ashe is speaking to another officer*
*Meeting recorded at the request of Vice-Admiral Ashe*
"Play the last few minutes again, officer."
"But sir..."
"DO IT!!!"
*Tape Playing*
*Explosions*
"Damn it. Delta 1, what the hell was that?"
"Sir. We just lost three members of Epsilon wing. Their ships just blew. Epsilon 4 is dead in the water, but it looks like he still has life support."
"Philemon, you out there? You have any idea what just happened?"
"We read you, Beta. No, it's a mystery to us. We think it may have been a jump-drive malfunction. We'll check it out. Meanwhile, since Command has given us authorization over your ships, we're going to disable your jump drives for now. We don't want them interfering with the rest of your systems."
"All right. I guess we're better safe than sorry."
*static*
"I'm getting those signals on my scanners again. Command says their not the raiders but some sort of anti-NHOL group. Look sharp people. These guys mean business... There they are. Lock on and fire. We're not going to lose this convoy... What is that?"
"Looks like a cruiser of some sort."
"Okay, here's the plan. That cruiser is out of range for now. Gamma wing, take out the engines. Beta, go for the fighters. Delta, you're flying intercept. Go!!!."
*static*
"Engines out on that cruiser."
"Good. Look out for the beams and get out of range."
"Gamma 4 down."
"Heeeelpppp Meeeeeeeeee!"
"There goes Delta 3"
"Sh*t. Pilots, regroup. Concentrate on the bombers. The fighters can wait."
*static*
"Sir. Enemy on your six. Watch your back."
"Get this fighter off my tail."
"Roger tha... Noooooooo!"
"This resistance is too much sir. We're not going to make it."
"Yes we will. I'm not going to have another failure... Somebody from Beta get these fighters off me."
"There goes one of the transports sir... and that's two"
"And we have nine pilots still in commission. That's just great."
*long period of static*
"Philemon, wh*** *** **** *re you? We're n** ***** ** *ast much lon***... Philemon! Drag ***r Vas**** *ss out he**. I** **** *** a few pil*** lef*... "
"Lt Commander Daniels. We're barely reading you. Check your communications system."
*Tape Stops*
"That's it?"
"Yes sir."
"So what, exactly, happened there at the end?
"Apparently, Daniels' communications system was blown. By the time the Philemon got there, there was nothing but a large field of debri"
"The convoy?"
"Actually, after hearing this, we were surprised. Turns out half the convoy made it to the colony. The ships that made it refuse to turn around and come back until we've secured the area."
"And the mystery cruiser?"
"No idea. No wreckage. No disabled cruiser found. No nothing."
"Daniels?"
"Well, we can't be sure. No debri from his ship was found but the odds of him making it are... well, slim at best. After that last communication, the Philemon brought all jump drives back on line..."
"So he could have escaped?"
"Doubtful. The jump drives hadn't been analyzed yet, much less fixed. And we should have heard from him by now if he was still out there. Odds are he died trying to jump back to base."
"Okay. Label him MIA for now... That's all for now."
"Yes sir. Good Day."
End Recording
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Assassin, 04-18-2000 10:16 PM
VAD Axion
Adhara
4/9/84
The bridge of the Axion gleamed a dusty pride. Being one of the few remaining pirate groups remaining in existance, it deserved to be so. While the other groups crumbled to old dust, only the Forsaken One's Orion Force and Barry Hart's Vali Alliance remain.
"Incoming jump signature! Hostile configuration!" yelled Officer Julia Clemmens, Communications engineer for the Axion.
"Two wings of GTVA bombers, closing in at 69m/s. They'll be in visual range in 3...2....1...now."
As if by cue, four old Medusa bombers are four of the newer Boanerges class became visible as small dots against the pink Adhara background.
"Tell patrol fighters to skirmish with those bombers. I want the 509th's Alpha wing out there ASAP. Deploy them in Interceptors.
The fighterbay on the Axion faced downwards towards the planet of Adhara III. The bay was grey and various ships were lines up against the walls, including some of the newer Habaek class fighters, based upon the Valkryie design but better in every aspect.
"Whoo! Time to go!" Ace Stalwart shouted over his mic.
Ace looked over his wingmate's craft; all Habaek class. Just himself and three others.
"Launch in 3...2....1...launch."
Without even moving the controls, the clamps on Ace's Habaek, Alpha 3, rotated and pitched Ace towards space. With a clunk, they released and Ace applied pressure to the thruster.
"Ok guys, we have six incoming hostiles. two have been taken down by Skirmishers, but it's up to us to clean those pigs outta the sty."
Alpha lead chimed, "All units, form up behind my wing. We're going in fast, and coming out fast. Just like you're used to."
Alpha wing and the dodging bombers closed to each other, within 5 clicks...4...3...
two clicks and Ace began to aquire a lock with his Corsair missile. Setting them to dual fire, he fired off two burst from his missile bay. The Boanerges rolled and pulled up, dodging diagonally out of Ace's HUD. One missile struck the Boanerges and it's right shield flashed blue, but the other missed. The second pair closed in on the bomber. The Boanerges insanely tried to dodge, but it was to no avail. The two missile slammed into the bomber, destroying it in an explosion of sparks.
Suddenly, a blue/white vortex swelled up and rippled outwards. The shape of a Vasudan Sobek emerged from the gap in space/time.
"This is the GVCv Bunio. Power down and surrender your craft."
Seconds passed. Lasers pulsed as bombers exploded,
"All bombers down. Further order?"
"Stand down, Alpha. We will deal with this situation," Admiral Hart commanded personally.
"GVCv Bunio, are you even aware of the Vali Alliance's agenda in this space?" Barry asked.
"Your agenda was to protect Knossos Point from the NHOL attacks. You failed. You then broke away from us in search of retribution. But, the only revenge you need is on yourself." The Vasudan's translator responded emotionlessly.
Barry responded quickly and icily, "Listen buddy, you have no idea what you are getting involved with. I have seen battle but hvae you? You are a new captain to the Tatenen. heck, you havn't even seen active duty. And you're telling me about battle? What a load of crap that is. I would have liked to see you handle that situation any better. We are out after the NHOL for you and you want us to stand down? What the hell is your problem, Vasudan? Can't you get into your thick head, or whatever you use for thinking, that we are here to help you?"
The Vasudan seemed shaken, and tensed his face, growling in his speach,
"Terran, if you so much as..." The Vasudan droned on.
"Lieutenant Bramner," Barry began, "Power up Railgun and Ion Cannon, and open fire."
"....and you think that you have the right to bring up them to us, to dare defy us? We will bury you first, by the soul of Vasu.....what? What are you doing??"
A blue glow powered up largely, omnious. The beam glowed with the evil of a thousand blue devils... and then it fired.
The blue beam slammed into the bottom of the Sobek. The beam punctured through, burning fires inside. Then, a blue spiral left and hit the Tateten at the same time, and a massive explosion rocked the mid-section of the old Sobek. Two BGreens then powered up and smahed into the front of the Bunio, leaving the bridge a charred mass, falling apart.
"All fighters," Barry sighed, "Return to base,"
Cheers eachoed across the room, and Barry smiled slightly. Since the second NHOL incursion, Barry had grown a deeper respect for life. The idea of death made his stomach knot in fear and his throat tighten. But still, Hart had to be ruthless for his own safety. Thinking this, he stood up,
Officer Stacy Pareen walked up to him, smiling.
"You did a great job out there, sir," Pareen congratulated him with a warm rosy smile.
"Thank you. You did a good job modulating those Reverse thrusters to line us up so quickly. Only once have we ever done something that well."
"When was that, sir?" Stacy inquired,
"You weren't with us then. Let's just say, Harak's entire fleet had picked a fight with my ship and a few escorts. Anyway, i'm off now."
"Where are you going?" Stacy said light-heartidly.
"To congratulate a friend." Barry said, hastily moving away off the bridge.
"Yeah, nice work guy! You did a great job out there!" Ace chimed in with the various bellowings of a successful mission.
"Hey Jones! You did a great job with those two Artemis! I mean, using the Morning Star to knock the rear one just when it launched it's bombs to slam into the front one, blowing both up! You deserve a commendation with that!"
A femanine voice whispered, "Honny, i'm so glad you're back in one piece."
Barry swirled round to see the comforting face of Maria Rouvielle(roo-vee-ay), Ace's girlfriend. Her smooth brown hair was cut to her shoulders, and her soft features calmed Ace's worries. Smiling, Ace embraced her.
"And I you" Ace spoke,
Maria had gone to see her Grandmother in Sol whom she had not seen at all, for she was born in Ribos shortly before the first Lucifer attack in which her mother perished. This had been the first time she had even got to see her Grandmother, who had lived on Io.
"So," Ace coughed, "How is your Grandmother?"
"She's great! She told me all about what's been going on in Sol all this time that the News didn't tell us about! Did you know that they still have cats? Yep, still! They got some in Mars dome and she was able to buy one. They're so cute!"
Ace had never seen a cat, but he had heard rumour that they were small, vicious creatures with long claws and sharp teeth,
"Cute?" Ace laughed, "I thought they were vicious killing machines!"
Maria laughed louder, "They're not nearly as bad as they'd have you think."
Ace and Maria walked along the flightdeck, Ace's left arm draped around Maria's shoulder, and vica versa.
"Alpha wing," a voice called out,
"This is Barry Hart, congratulating you on a job well done against those bombers. And Alpha 3, Ensign Jones, I am pleased to announce that you have attained an Ace after todays flight!"
The pilots all cheered at Barry and Jones.
"Oh, and Ace Stalwart, wait up." he called, stepping off his place and walking towards Ace.
"Looks like you've been a naughty boy," Maria whispered in his ear. Ace smile at Barry, his old friend, but still he had to hold up military posture.
"Sir," Ace saluted,
The Admiral smiled, "At ease"
Ace relaxed his posture as he listened to Barry speak,
"I want to congratulate you on your excellent service with the GTVA, and with the VA. If I could choose a top 10 list of people I trust the most, you'd be on it. However, what I am about to tell you must remain a secret. Are you prepared to keep a level Xi secret?"
Ace was taken back, "Sir, level Xi? That's along the lines of security that the rogue GTI had about Shivan research!"
"Yes, I am aware of that. But, are you aware of those Habaek fighters?"
"Yes," Barry said, curious.
"Well, Shivan research led to them being produced. They have Shivan reactors, and that's why they can handle such speed with the strength of shielding and weapons that they have,"
"Wow, I knew it!" Maria hissed.
"And also, the UD-8 Kayser is down to Shivan research, but I believe Pilots already know that. But the biggie.... Ion Cannons come from Shivan research, as do Railguns. It seems that all the tech we have is reversed from Shivan technology. I trusted you with this information, and don't forget it."
Ace was in awe, "Everything? it's all Shivan tech?" he asked meekly.
"Well," Barry said, "Not everything, although the original Hades was based on the Lucifer. We've changed the Interface and several design components, but you're stepping on a one-third Shivan ship."
"Whoa," Ace muttered, "Sorry sir but i've got a bit of a headache, so I'm gonna go run down to Sig bay. Maria, wanna tag along?"
Maria wrinkled her nose,
"Sorry Ace, but Sig Bay isn't the place for me"
Ace smiled and hugged her again,
"Well, I'll be seeing you!"
Little did he know, that deep in the reaches of space, everything he had built up over the past two years... was going to come under threat...
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Mattouf, 04-19-2000 04:47 AM
Adhara System, WBD Black Panther
Supreme General's Log
-------Begin Log--------
It seems that my whole purpose of life changes with each incident in space that occurs. When the Eishtmo and his NHOL destroyed my homeworld of Earth, myself, and the few ships I had command over, vowed, with many other GTVA officers and pilots, to extract revenge because this atrocity was allowed to occur.
I placed all blame on the Vasudans, but that was out of sheer rage. I then focused my anger towards the GTVA. My campaign of rudeness and refusal to obey orders made life difficult for them, but it was not enough. I had to do something more. But just as I was about to, the NHOL just disappeared. The whole reason behind my quest was gone, and I was left puzzled.
With the remaining ships that were still loyal to me, I slowly made my way to the Adhara system, where my small fleet is now based. We are raiders. We take what we need from whatever and whoever we find and then dissapear again.
This has allowed me to dream of a new goal. One that I can be sure will happen. With my new EMP beam weapon development and other technological improvments, I can see that my dream will not be far off.
Supreme General Brian Lockhart, Wolf's Brigade
----End Log----
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Mad Jonesy, 04-19-2000 06:19 AM
Commodore Roberts grew restless, sure, it was a important mission, but if he screwed it up, he could wave his career good-bye.
After the NHOL-GTVA second conflict, new ships were needed, and these were in production, however, engineers needed ways to test technology configurations under certain conditions. A modified Hectate class destroyer was the dream.
The GTVD Vesuvius was the result. However, after 6 months of testing the engineers had learned everything they needed about new systems. Most of the most powerful systems had been stripped, including the Shield system for the ship, which was branded a failed project due to the lack of examples for engineers to study, and the loss of the Deneb Research Facility during the Second NHOL conflict.
Commodore Roberts watched the action on the ships large viewscreen as it waited in Subspace. Minutes ago, he had sent in a large group of fighters to attack the hidden facility, and they had reported large numbers of Remote Beam Cannons. Just as he had expected.
'COMMAND', a Ares pilot screamed, 'we need more fighters, either that or bring in the goddamn destroyer right NOW'
'I'll make that descision pilot, you clear out another two RBCs, leaving 3, I'll jump in and give you a hand'
'Goddamn it, Command, I've just lost another two pilots, its a massacre out here'
Roberts stared at the viewscreen, the chaos shown through the window into that pilots nightmare seemed a million miles away from the quietness of subspace where the GTVD Vesuvius was sitting with its two escorts.
'Ok, lets go, all pilots move out of the way of that facility, those raider shipyards are going to suffer'
The ship moved forwards, and a maw opened in front of it, its escorts followed suit, two Deimos class ships, definately too little for a mission of this importance Roberts had earlier thought, but it was not their fault, the losses during the second NHOL engangement for the GTVA had been tremendous.
The ship exited the maw and entered the Pit of Acheron, a fighter pilots term for any battle taking place around the raiders heavily defended facility.
As it slowed from its exit, it flew past the fighting between pilots and beam cannons and went straight into the heart of the facility. It kept on going, colliding and shattering several containers.
Beams from the now two remaining long range RBCs licked at its hull and at the escorts, carving trenches into its hull. However, the damage was minimal, and everything was going to plan.
'All guns, Fire'
A deep glow filled the guns on the Vesuvius, then, it fired. Lines of fire sliced through the chaos, destroying struts and facilities, worst was yet to come. Expensive destroyers had been spotted, crewless, and defenceless.
A few seconds later fire appeared across the empty hulks hulls, slices, then trenches, then just fire.
Half-completed warships burst into flames, and then shortly, when the GTVD Vesuvius jumped out with its escorts, it left leaving a deep legacy.
It looked like Commodore Roberts was going to hold onto his job after all.
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Artimus, 04-19-2000 09:47 AM
Beta 135
GTSC Caerus
Captain Paul Bush reclined in his chair on the cramped bridge, starring aimlessly forward. The captain hated his job. Like the rest of his family, he was career military. He thought of his relatives, of his family's accomplishments. His grandfather fought during the Great War, his father fought during the Second Great War, his uncle was a highly decorated pilot of the same conflict, and his two brothers had served with distinction during the NHOL wars. I served during the NHOL wars too, he thought, behind a desk. He thought of his brothers now. One had command of a destroyer, the name of which he didn't care to remember, and the other had taken a job as a test pilot for GTVI. But here he sat, on the bridge of a cramped and old science ship. He hated it.
"Captain," Commander Jefsies said, "we have finished our scans."
"Very well," he replied. "Set course for the next node."
"Yes sir," she replied smartly, "setting course for node 245."
He laughed to himself. Here he was, stuck in some god-forsaken side of the galaxy, mapping jump nodes. He thought of Commander Elizabeth Jefsies, fresh out of the academy, a commander to boot, and full of love for her job. He thought to him self, her dreams haven't been destroyed by government cynicism. The small craft began to shudder as it's jump drives powered up. As the Caerus disappeared into the blue vortex, he thought, there's got to be something better than this.
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Artimus, 04-19-2000 10:26 AM
Subspace/N245/Luyten
GTSC Caerus
Bush glanced out the window of his stateroom. It wasn't as much a stateroom as it was closet, but on the small Caerus, it was as good as it got. The room consisted of a small bed, a desk with computer, a small dresser, and a real privilege-a private window. The rest of the 30 crew members has to share two bunkrooms; only the Captain and the Commander got private rooms. He liked subspace. There was something in the swirling blue and white chaos that he found pleasing. The computer on the desk beeped, drawing Captain Bush's attention to the screen. He was receiving a transmission from GTVA command. He was waiting for this one. Every year for the past ten years, he had applied for a new command. Every year for ten years, he had been rejected. He hoped that with the recent NHOL war there would be empty spaces to fill in the fleet. This is my year he thought, as the message opened.
"D--- it!" he swore as he pounded his fist on the desk. "Rejection number eleven," he said to himself, "Why do I even bother? Every time, it's the same reply."
He picked up a model Orion off the desk and studied it. He knew every system and passage way on an Orion. He had studied the Orion class since he was a small boy. It had always been his dream to command an Orion. Someday, he thought, I will command one.
He looked back out the window.
Perhaps it's good that I'm not too close to the GTVA right now, he thought. After the recent war and the destruction of Earth, the GTVA has teetered precariously on the brink of civil war. If civil war did come, a small ship and a small crew could easily drop out of the GTVA without being caught up in the madness. If civil war came he thought, that just might save me.
He stood up and walked the two steps to the window. He placed his hand on the glass. The chaos of subspace is almost within reach he thought.
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PeachE, 04-19-2000 10:45 AM
TMC Ninurta
En Route to Aldeberran
04/19/2384
1615 Hours
Navigator. We're about to reach Alpha Centauri. When we get there, we're to join up with two more Kingu's and proceed to Aldeberran. Enemies on all fronts have been inactive in that region. There, we will join the rest of the Marauder Battle Group. The Admiral will give us instructions from their. Although, I imagine, for now, the Group will be heading for Tegmen.
"Affirmitive, Commander Daniels."
Commander Daniels. I like that. It's about time I got a promotion... If I'm needed, I'll be in my quarters.
"Right sir."
Computer, begin log.
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Log Entry: 04/19/2384
Log Time: 1630 Hours
Commander Pehace Daniels, TMBG
As expected, my defection from the GTVA went off without a hitch. Scuttlebutt in the Alliance is that I died trying to get back to base. Good. Better thought dead then thought a traitor.
The operation was a clean sweep. The GTVA pilots with me were neutralized and the Ninurta managed to get out before the GTCv Philemon arrived. Everything is going just as planned.
We are running one day late to Aldeberran due to much needed repairs on the Ninurta. But it hasn't lowered morale one notch. Spirits are high and tempers are low, just as a good crew should be. But then, I've known most of this crew for some time. I've flown with at least half of them on previous missions and I trained with quite a few others.
As for these attacks on Vasudans: I've flown with many of them. After what the NHOL did though, I don't know. I can't bring myself to trust them. According to the Admiral, our mission is to harrass the NHOL. But even to him, the difference between the two seems blurred tears of rage...
"Sir. We're within communications range of the Group in Aldeberran. You might want to be on deck."
Right.
... Oh well, Down with the NHOL and whatever people harbors them.
Here's to the success of the Terran Marrauders!
Computer, End Log.
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Eishtmo, 04-19-2000 01:17 PM
Sol System - GTC Horan
The beep of the heart monitor filled the small med bay of the Horan. The body of a Vasudan filled the entire bed, wires and other things coming out of it's body. Dr. Margarette shook her head and turned to the two officers standing at the door.
"How's he doing?" Ripper asked. All his time serving with Vasudans had helped him learn how to identify a male from a female Vasudan, though occasionally, he still made mistakes.
"I don't know what the Eishtmo did to him, but he's completely stable," she looked at the captian for a moment. "Hell, I'd say he's going to not only live, but outlive the lot of us."
"I am at a loss," Su'mit said. "What did they do to him exactly?"
"Some type of suspended animation," Margarette replied. "I've never seen anything remotely like it, though. Most GTVA attempts at this kind of thing usually resulted in severe damage to the subject. This one is fine."
"I wonder how he ended up like that," Su'mit said dreamily.
"There's a more important question to answer," Ripper said. "Is he the Eishtmo?"
Suddenly a blood curdling scream came from inside the room. The group turned to see the Vasudan grab a nurse and hold a scapel to his neck. He then began speaking in his native tongue.
"Call security," Margerette yelled.
"What's he saying?" Ripper said quickly.
"He want's the 'pod' or he will kill his hostage," Su'mit replied.
"The escape pod?" As soon as Ripper said that, the Vausdan began yelling at him from behind his hostage. "I think he understood me."
"He did," said Su'mit. "He says he wants the data pod."
A group of security personal came down the hall. Ripper turned and motioned for them to lower their weapons. He then turned to Su'mit. "Do you think he means the tube we found?"
"I can think of nothing else."
Ripper nodded, and cautiously turned on the intercomm. "Marcuson," he said.
"Aye sir," the chief engineers said.
"Send that tube we found on the escape pod to med bay immedatly."
"Yes sir."
The Vasudan now began speaking again, less stressed than the last time.
Su'mit was a bit taken aback by the Vasudan's words. "Uh, he wants my translator, as well as the opertunity to present himself before you confine him."
Ripper looked at the Vasudan for a moment. "Do it."
Su'mit removed the translator from his neck and carefully placed it on the bed next to the Vasudan. At that moment, a crewman entered the room, carrying the tube. "Put it on the bed, carefully," ordered Ripper. The crewman did has he was told.
The Vasudan smiled and released his hostage, who quickly ran behind the security personal. The Vasudan now laid the scapel down on the bed, and attached the translator to his neck. He then lifted the tube up, and slung its strap across his chest. "My apologies Captian," he said. "It is vital that I and this data pod not be seperated."
"Then give me a good reason not to have you killed where you stand," said Ripper.
"Of course. I am Ma'thon, personal messanger of my Lord Eishtmo," the Vasudan said. "I have a great deal to tell you, but I believe this will do for a start." Ma'thon now removed the pod from his back and grasped one end. All the security personal quickly raised and cocked their weapons. "It is alright," Ma'thon said calmly. "I mean you no harm." He then twisted the end and, like magic, it slid upward revealing hundreds of slots. The Vasudan flicked one of the many switches which dispense a small disk. He placed the disk on the table and closed the pod. "This disk may generate more questions than answers," he said. "But we must start somewhere. I will now go to your brig, if you do not mind."
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"I've completely disconnected this terminal from the rest of the ship," Marcuson said. "If there's a virus on it, it won't get very far."
"Alright then," Ripper said. "Let's see what's on it."
He and the rest of the command staff sat down and watched the screen. A stat screen appeared with the words 'the Eishtmo, personal record.'
"This should be intersting," said Su'mit.
On the screen a picture appeared with the vital statistics of the person next to it. Everyone was left with their jaws hanging open.
LAZERUS, QUINN A.K.A. "THE EISHTMO"
SPECIES: TERRAN
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I'm going to try to post a day's worth of posts from now on (I posted about once a day, so it should end with mine). Of special note is the writer Artimus, who's signature says he was the original artist of Freakspace, FS's first comic.
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I'll actually do a couple days worth this time I think.
kamikaze, 04-19-2000 05:42 PM
Zeta Prime
Shipyards
Ir'vise the Eishtmo(Pretender) smiled as he watched his new ship the NHD Jagganath being built, it was already 49% complete and he could see the hull of the ship shining in the light of the sun. He was smiling even more when he thought of his recent accomplishments.
"Sir we have a messages from spies from NHOL ships should I let them talk to you?" The Eisshtmos communications officer said.
"Vel'rah I thought I told you not to communicate with me at the moment," The Eishtmo questioned.
"But, sir it's important."
"Fine let them talk."
"----static---- Sir this is Victor 4 on the NHD Iron Fist I have heard the ship is jumping to Zeta X shipyards,"
"Do not worry, I have already sent a large strikeforce to capture the yards and their ships."
"I understand, sorry to bother you Eishtmo Victor 4 out,"---beeep----
And now he looked out his window and smiled again at the thought that he will rule this section of the galaxy and then then more.
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StumpyZilla Rex, 04-19-2000 05:51 PM
Log Admiral StumpyZilla Rex
Commander GTD Iapetus
Regules
Today the GTD Iapetus powered up it's engins and departed the drydock for the first time. Due to the recent tension between the Terrans ans Vasudans we are forgoing the standard runddown period and are instead being imeaditly sent on patroll. Command hopes that a ship such as the Iapetus will be a powerful deterent to all of the pirat groups that are currently plauging the GTVA. We are first heading from Regules to Sirus to pick up our fighter compliment. After that we have been ordered to procede to Aldebarran and eventually to Delphi, the site of recent pirate activity.
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PeachE, 04-19-2000 06:09 PM
TMC Ninurta
Aldeberran System
Log Date: 04/19/2384
Log Time: 2356 Hours
Log of: Commander Daniels
We have recieved our orders from the Admiral. We are pulling our ships out now and moving to a yet undesignated location.
The Admiral has also reported of several spies within the ranks. All three have been tried and executed. I don't understand the attempts of the GTVA to infiltrate our group. We pose little threat to Terrans and are devoted to the harrassment of the GTVA enemy, the NHOL. It seems like this latest movement by the GTVA is a betrayal. We have yet to attack any GTVA facilities.
Perhaps they just don't understand our cause... Perhaps they do and don't understand we're right.
End Log.
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Eishtmo, 04-20-2000 07:40 PM
Sol System - GTC Horan
Ripper slammed the brig door closed. "What the hell was that!?" he yelled at Ma'thon.
"The truth," Ma'thon said quietly. He sat on the small cot in the cell, the data pod still strapped to his back.
"There is no way that a Terran would destroy Earth," Ripper contiuned. "He would have to be out of his mind!"
"I do not know the sanity of the Eishtmo, but I do know the species," he looked at Ripper. "The Eishtmo was a Terran named Quinn Lazerus. He was raised by former members of the Hammer of Light, and he was my master, and friend."
Ripper shook his head. "I just don't believe it," he said. "Assuming that this is true, how many others know."
"Only Ice Heart and keef know the truth besides those on this ship, the rest went down with the Victorious."
Ripper sat down next to Ma'thon and placed his head in his hands. "If only we had known this earlier. Two years of bloodshed could have been avoided."
"Two years!" Ma'thon said with a start. "It's been two years?"
Ripper looked at him for a moment. "You didn't know?"
"No, no one told me," Ma'thon got the Vasudan equivilant of a surprised look on his face. "Lord Eishtmo told me that I would be out for perhaps a month, no longer."
"Well, it didn't happen," Ripper said. "The last two years have been full of atorcities and war. God, I haven't even been home in all that time."
"What have you been doing all this time?" Ma'thon asked.
"Investegaing war crimes, lots of war crimes."
Ma'thon's eye's widened. "Then there is a war crimes court?"
"Yes, in Beta Aquilea, why?"
Ma'thon stood straight up. "You must take me there."
"What? Why?"
"I have a great deal of information they must have."
Ripper shook his head. "Trust me on this, the SDF will never let you out of Sol. If they find out about you, they may just kill you."
"Then give me my escape pod, and I will go alone," Ma'thon said with determination.
Ripper sighed. "I can't let you do that." He looked at the Vasudan for a moment. "Let me discuss it with the senior staff, we'll see if we can help you."
"Thank you."
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Artimus, 04-20-2000 09:32 PM
"The alliance is in bad shape," Lieutenant Commander Droski commented.
"That it is," Bush said as he took a sip of coffee. "I heard from command this morning. Our request for transfer has been denied." He took another sip of coffee.
Lieutenant Commander James Droski and Captain Paul Bush had graduated from the academy together. They entered the service on the Caerus 20 years ago. They had been there ever sense.
"Our one year cruse has taken quite a bit longer then we were told, hasn't it?" Droski said.
"Indeed. I've been thinking -- I believe now's the right time. We've talked about it for years, and I don't think that we'd get a better opportunity than this," Bush said. He took another sip.
"I think you're right. If the GTVA wanted any of us, we wouldn't have been out here for 20 years."
"Do we have the crew's support?" Bush asked.
"All except for the commander."
"It's a shame that Edwards had that heart attack. He would have loved to see us pull this off."
"I know. He dies, and command replaces him with her."
"So, what are we going to do with Jefsies?"
"I say we should give her a chance. She's smart. Naive, but smart," Droski said.
"She's too green," Bush replied. "Although, since she would stand alone, it wouldn't hurt to give her a chance."
"So it's decided then. We're going to do it?"
"Yes." He took another sip.
"I'll start to spread the word man to man. We don't want this getting to the commander just yet."
Droski bid the Captain good night, and exited the Captain's room. Bush looked at his watch-22:00. He hit the intercom on his computer.
"Helm here," a voice replied.
"Set course for Alphard," Bush said.
"Yes Captain," the helmsman replied. "Am I to assum..."
"Yes," Bush cut him off. "It has begun."
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Mattouf, 04-21-2000 10:53 AM
Adhara System
WBD Black Panther
Command Deck/Bridge
"Sir, it appears that we have a ship heading towards us, it's name is the Princeton, Aeolus Class." said the Recon/Sensors officer.
"Is a GTVA patrol ship?" asked the Supreme General, Brian Lockhart.
"Negative sir," replied the Sensors officer, looking at his console, "It appears to be of the Vali Allience."
"Hmmm...never heard of them, must be some defecting group or something. But in any case, we cannot let them know we are here." Lockhart thought outloud.
"Yes sir, but if we just jump in, there is a chance the cruiser might get off a warning message."
"I understand that Lieutenant, but there are certain things that you do not know we have. Communications, inform the Sea Fox to prepare to jump to the coordinates of the Princeton, and to ready their weapons."
"Aye sir." said the Comm officer.
"Brian, do you really think we need the Sea Fox? A destroyer is plenty enough to destroy a cruiser. Why do we need one of the Corvettes?" said Lockhart's second in command, General Todd Blackman.
"Just in case Todd, just in case. Helm, engage subspace drive."
The Black Panther and the Sea Fox dissapeared into the blue and white swirls."
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VAC Princeton
Adhara System
"Incomming! Two ships, unknown identity! One modified Hecate and a modified Deimos, designation Vulcan!" screamed the sensors officer on the Princeton.
"Fire all guns! We need to warn the rest of the fl----"
He was cut off as a giant blue beam from the Black Panther hit the cruiser. All of the lights faded, all subsystems were temporarily disabled. Then the cruiser was nothing more than space junk as three beams from the Sea Fox hit it.
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Control Deck, WBD Black Panther
"Sir, the EMP beam disabled most of the subsystems on the cruiser, including Comm, so they never got a chance to get a message out." the Weapons officer stated proudly. "However, the EMP beam temporarily disabled our own weapons for about 10 seconds. It was a good thing the Sea Fox was there, or else they may have had a chance to recover."
"I see. So we know that the EMP beam has an effect of about 10 seconds, maybe more, maybe less. That would give us enough time to disable the engines with regular beams, and send on a boarding party. This is good. Let's see if we can work on some sheilding to take care of disabling ourselves though. Helm, take us home." Lockhart cracked a small smile at Blackman as the Black Panther once again entered the familiar swirling blue and white vortex.
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AssAssIn, 04-21-2000 01:06 PM
Adhara
3 hours after Princeton incident
The sprawling shape of the Axion cruised passed the wreckage of the Princeton. The crew dead, and half the hull blown off.
Engineering officer Joe Harris continued to the Admiral,
"Sir, it appears that the Princeton's wreckage is riddled with EMP and electrons. Whatever destroyed this, it wasn't standard weaponry. We do not know who is behind this"
Hart thought carefully,
"Divide our fleet into three segments. I want the Axion with the VACv Amulius and the VACs Edusa and Galli to form the 1st fleet. The VAD Summoner, our Hecate will team up with the VACv Feronia, VAC Moneta and VAC Illimium.
Our 3rd fleet will be our elite force, consisting of the VAC Rucina and VACv Priapus, aswell as the VAA Devera.
1st fleet bojectives are to hold in Adhara. 3rd fleet objectives are to find the causers of this group that fired on the Princeton, and the 2nd fleet objective is to destroy them."
The fleets were organized, and the search begun.
(All Corvettes are Aurora class) (No, I don't remember the details of the Aurora class corvette, don't ask)
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Eishtmo, 04-21-2000 09:35 PM
Delta Serprentis/Sol Jump Node - SDD Olympus
Admiral Anthony Hamilton shifted in the bridge chair. He didn't mind the long hours patroling a jump node, but patroling the GTVA side of the jump node was what really bothered him. Despite the destruction of Earth, the GTVA hadn't done nearly enough to track down the Neo-Hammer of Light, at least to him.
An officer stepped up to him. "Sir."
"Yes, what is it?" Hamilton moaned.
"I have the report from our, uh, units," the officer said as he held out a folder of papers.
Hamilton smiled. "Give them here." He opened the folder and examined the contents. His smile grew as he read each line. "Very good Commander," he said. "Comm!"
"Sir," said the comm officer.
"Transmit these to SDF Command, top priority, max classification."
The comm officer took the folder and quickly skimmed the work. "Yes sir," he said with a smile.
"Admiral," the sensor operator spoke up. "Warship coming through the node."
"On screen," Hamilton said. The main screen switched from the starfield to the image of the Knossos device. Even though the GTVA knew that the orginal device had managed to permently establish a jump node, they were less sure of their own technology. A blue vortex opened and a Leviation class cruiser followed by a pair of Argo transports.
"It's the GTC Horan," the sensor operator said. "Along with her escorts."
"A crusier being escorted by transports, just like the GTVA," Hamilton muttered. "Check their orders."
"Sir," the Commander said. "We checked their orders when they went in, why should we do it again?"
"Just do it Harris," Hamilton said with annoyance.
"Aye sir, Comm."
The Comm officer had been paying attention, and quickly opened a channel. "GTC Horan, please confirm orders."
The Horan's Comm officer wasn't pleased with the idea. "What do you mean confirm orders? We did that already. Hell, you were the guy who did it."
"GTC Horan, confirm orders," the Olympus' officer repeated.
The Horan's officer sighed. "SDD Olympus, transmitting orders."
Hamilton leaned over and examined the digital copy of the orders. "Admiral Jack Waspe, the great hero," he said with disgust.
"He did ram the Victorious," Harris said.
"If he had been a real hero, he would have let the Victorious go and destroy the Knossos, we would be better off," Hamilton hissed.
"Sir, look at this," said the sensor operator.
"What is it?" Hamilton said as he leaned over and examined the image the operator indicated.
"It looks like an escape pod."
"Did they have it when they went in?"
"I'll have to check sir," the sensor operator said.
"You do that Louis," Hamilton said. "York, contact GVT Alpha, ask them where they got that escape pod."
"Aye sir," responded the Comm officer. "GVT Alpha, please confirm orgin of escape pod."
There was a brief silence. "We picked it up over DS V. It's evidence for the Beta Aquilea War Crimes Tribuinal," the pilot said.
"Sir, they didn't have it when they went in," Louis said.
"Send a fighter to get a better look," Hamilton said. "York."
"Yes sir," York turned around. "That's a negative Alpha, we have no record of an escape pod being brought into the Sol. Please re-confirm."
Another Comm officer spoke up. "Sir, Beta two indicates that the pod has NHOL markings."
Hamilton angerliy grabed the mic from York. "GVT Alpha, this is Admiral Hamilton. You are taking Victorious debris from Sol. This is in violation of SDF directive 1459-9A. You will turn over that escape pod and any of it's content immedatly!"
"This is Captian Ripper of the GTC Horan, that escape pod is evidence in a War Crime investigation. We have GTVA authorized orders to collect and transport any and all War Crime evidence. We sent the orders to you, review them, sir."
Hamilton growled. "Negative Captian. GTVA authority stops at the jump node. You will power down your ship and transports and prepare to be boarded." Hamilton slammed down the head set and turned to Harris. "Launch fighters and transports to capture the Horan and her transports. York, order the Albatros to cut of that ship."
"Aye sir," both York and Harris responded.
Outside, the GTC Albatros, one of the new SDF designed cruisers, moved into the path of the Horan. Fighters charged forward, disrupters blazing. The Horan didn't just sit there, it's anti-fighter beam went off, shreding several of the fighters quickly. Laser and flak turrets on the transports and the Horan began knocking the fighters around.
Hamilton was now fuming. "Order the Albatros to open fire!"
The Albatros did as it was told, and opened fire with flux cannon. The Horan shook for a moment, then fired off it's Ion Beam. The Albatros exploded almost immediatly. The Horan then opened a subspace vortex and she and the two transports vanished. Just then, the GTD Falcon jumped into the area.
"What the hell do you think your doing Olympus?" screamed the Falcon's commander. "Stand down now!" The Olympus and the rest of the SDF ships did as they were told. The Falcon's commander still wasn't pleased. "Admiral Hamilton, you have a lot of explaining to do. Take the Olympus to Wolfe Station and report to the base commander."
"Yes sir," said Hamilton.
Harris looked at his commander. "So what do we do now?"
"Order the fighters to search the Albatros debris for surviors, and tell them to take their time," Hamilton replied.
"What for sir?" Harris asked.
"We're going after that ship."
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Eishtmo, 04-22-2000 09:54 PM
Beta Aquilea - War Crimes Tribunal Prosecuter's Office
"So all the damage should be repaired by the time you get back, sir," Lieutenant Commader Thomas said. The vid phone lit up Rippers face, highlighting the wrinkles that had formed over the last two years.
"Did they ask what happened?" Ripper asked quietly.
"Yes sir," Thomas said. "We told them we encountered some raiders near the node. They seemed to buy that."
Ripper smiled. "Yeah, that should work. Did they ask about the cannon?"
Thomas took a deep breath. "Yeah, we told them that the GTVA was experimenting with a new weapon system for crusiers. Then we said the rest was classified."
"Good work," Ripper said. "Now make sure you load up on supplies. Fill every nook and crany on the ship."
"But sir, we're going home after this, aren't we?"
Ripper sighed. "I've got a bad feeling about this. I've been waiting here an hour. Something's not quite right."
"Well, we turned in alot of evidence, it would take a while to go through."
"With what we put on top, I should have been in there five minutes after they started to review it," Ripper said angerily. Ripper stopped himself and took a deep breath. "Just load the supplies. Make sure you get enough small arms for the whole crew."
Thomas looked at Ripper with concern. "Yes sir," he said quietly.
Ripper turned hung up the vid phone and sat back down in a seat next to Ma'thon. Ma'thon looked at the captian for moment. "Bad news?"
"No," replied Ripper. "Not yet."
"Captian Ripper," said the seceratary. "Ms. Louis will see you now."
Ripper stood up and with Ma'thon, entered the doors to the office of the Prosecuters office.
"It's nice to see you again Todd," Ms. Louis said as she held out her hand.
"Judy, how's it going?" Ripper grabbed her hand and shook it.
"Not bad," she said. "And this is?"
"Ma'thon Eng'a, Personal Messanger of my Lord Eishtmo," Ma'thon said as he shook her hand. "A pleasure to meet you Madam Prosecuter."
"Very formal," Judy said. "Please, have a seat." She picked up a small folder off her desk, flipped it open, and then closed it again. "I read over your report, especially the part about the Eishtmo. Unfortuantly, I can't do anything with it."
"Excuse me?" Ripper said wiht shock. "What do you mean you can't do anything? Dear God, I just discovered the greatest secret of the NHOL and you're telling me it's worthless!"
"Todd, calm down."
"Calm down? You tell me to calm down! I have spent two years of my life chasing the pain and suffering caused by that man and you tell me to calm down! How dare you!" Ripper stood up quickly and with a single swoop, knocked papers, books and trinkets off the desk. He then marched to the nearby window and pouted.
Ma'thon watched Ripper's temper tantrum, then turned to Judy. "I have far more information on the Eishtmo then was in the report. I could. . ."
"That's not it," Judy interupted. "There is no way the tribunal is ever going to believe the Eishtmo was Terran based on your information alone."
"But he was Terran," Ma'thon said forcefully.
"I believe you. Hell, it makes perfect sense, but I need outside evidence. More specifically, GTVA evidence."
Ripper contiuned to look out the window. "So what are we suppose to do?" he said angerily.
Judy leaned back in the chair. "All the other evidence you brought me was great. I can use it. But if you want to convince the world that the Eishtmo was Terran, you need to get GTVA proof." She pointed to the folder. "If you can prove that this 'Quinn Lazerus' did exist, and that he may have had a connection to the Neo-Hammer of Light, however vague, then I can present it."
Ripper walked over to the desk, and leaned on it. "Do we get any help this time?"
"Who else knows about this?" Judy asked.
"Besides the crew of the Horan and the transports, only Ice Heart and keef," said Ma'thon.
"And I left orders that it wasn't to be discussed at all," Ripper added.
"Then that's the way it must stay," Judy said. Ripper glared at her. "I'm sorry Todd. If anyone else finds out about this, especially the SDF, we could all end up dead, understood?"
Ripper contiuned to stare at her. "Damn you," he said.
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That's it for tonight. Come back tomorrow for more.
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Hmm... NHOL... reminds me of my small campaign I made several years back...
Oh your story? I need to read it first, looks good though with a quick glance.
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My story? Well, the frame work is at the very least, and the ending especially is. That said, this was a group project, and everyone got their own bits and pieces to play with. I suggest, however, that you read it sooner rather than later. You see, I'm not even off the first page of the old thread yet, and if I remember right, the thing lasted 3 weeks.
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Artimus, 04-22-2000 10:59 PM
Alphard
GTSC Caerus
The banging on Captain Bush's door reverberated throughout most of the deck. The captain sat up in his chair and looked at his watch. It took her longer than I expected, he thought.
"Enter," He said.
The door opened, and Commander Jefsies stormed in.
"Why wasn't I informed of our course change!" She demanded.
"You're forgetting yourself commander," Bush calmly replied.
"Why wasn't I informed sir?" She replied.
Her devotion to GTVA protocol was annoying to Bush, but he loved to play with it.
"I didn't feel that it was necessary for you to know," he answered.
"Sir, we were due at Laramis Station this morning! Now we are late! I'll be forced to report the breach of protocol to command immediately." She stated.
He now know that she would never join them. She was too devoted to the GTVA. bush let his hand fall from his lap to the side of his chair.
"Command doesn't know what they are doing," he said.
Her face flushed red. Bush let a small smile appear on his hard face. He reached under the chair.
"I will report this insubordination at once!"
She turned to leave.
"Commander." He pulled the gun from under his chair and pointed it at her head. "You do that."
Shortly there after, the commander's body floated slowly away from the Caerus.
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Ice Heart, 04-23-2000 09:25 AM
(Zeta Prime Orbit)
Personal Log
4/23/XX
Vice Admiral "Ice Heart" Harak Chontamentet
It has finally happened. The Pretender has finally made his bid for power, the colony world is being ripped asunder by warfare. We have greater numbers of ground troops and have been winning most of the battles, but the Pretender's followers on Zeta Prime have proven to be skilled in geurilla tactics and they are elusive and difficult to bring to decisive battles. Worse, they often fight us in the cities, where we must take care to avoid injuring civilians, lest we turn more of the populance against us.
But an even greater threat looms in orbit over Zeta X. There the ships which have defected to the Pretender's side have gathered and remain so. Though we outnumber them rather well and could likely defeat them if we could draw them out, they are on a par with us so long as they stay near their shipyards and the defenses of those yards. That, and the evidence that they are far more fanatical than our own troops makes them a most dangerous foe. I have no doubt that if we were to attack them, we would encounter not only enemy fightercraft, but possibly craft that have no weapons, craft loaded with explosives and mounting a fast engine, built for the sole purpose of being pilotted by a kamikaze. Additionally, the Pretender's forces have resumed work on the ships in the yards that have defected, which will add even more to his forces. That is what our spies tell me, at least.
Spies...there are spies everywhere now, spies for our side, spies for the Pretender, there is virtually no one I can trust aside from my Executive Officer, Ba-Pef Khentimentiu, and Rear Admiral Aris Kraken, my second in command aboard his flagship, the NHD Anubis. Virtually no one is not a suspect. Worse still is the threat of assassination. Yesterday the helmsman, a crewman whom has been with me since my long ago days as an Ensign in the NHOL, pulled his sidearm and opened fire, screaming that I was "the False One leading our people astray", the Pretender's rhetoric. I am fortunate that his aim was apparently awful, else I might be dead now, but the shots meant for me killed two loyal crewmembers before the helmsman himself was gunned down.
Tommarrow we move against the Pretender's shipyards. We must attempt to strike before he can complete his additional ships. I suspect that even if we should pull the offensive off without any problems that it will cost us dearly. The fanatical followers will not die easily.
End Log
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Eishtmo, 04-23-2000 06:50 PM
Beta Aquilea - GTC Horan
"So that's the situation," Ripper said sadly. The rest of his command staff had a similar look of dispair.
"I don't believe it," Thomas said. "They can't do this to us!"
"Sadly, I believe they can," Su'mit said, his translator giving off a hint of sadness.
Marcuson slammed his fist on the table in frustration. "Damn it," he said.
"The crew is not going to like this," Margarette stated. "Hell, they may mutiny."
Ripper closed his eyes. "If that happens, we'll do what we believe is right. But for the time being, we're going to complete our mission." The captian turned to Ma'thon who was standing in the corner. "Why don't you tell us everything you know about the Eishtmo."
"I cannot," the Vasudan said.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Thomas shouted.
"Calm down," Ripper said. He turned back to Ma'thon. "Why not?"
"Because I know next to nothing," Ma'thon said. "However, some information may be contained on the orginal disk I gave you."
"The stats," Su'mit said. Marcuson didn't even wait for the order and activated the screen. The Eishtmo's bio quickly came up listing what little information was available:
LAZERUS, QUINN A.K.A. "THE EISHTMO"
SPECIES: TERRAN
BIRTHDATE: SEPTEMBER 16, 2330
BIRTHPLACE: SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA, EARTH
PARENTS: DANIAL G. AND SAMANTHA L. LAZERUS
LAST KNOWN LOCATION/DATE: ARMSTRONG, VEGA PRIME/SEPTEMBER 3, 2335
"Vega's one jump away, that shouldn't be too hard," Thomas said.
"Yes, but it says last 'known' location," Ripper said. "We need to know where he was up until the rise of the NHOL in '67."
"The Eishtmo once told me," Ma'thon said. "That his adoptive parents were former members of the Hammer of Light. Perhaps if we found them, we could discover all else we needed to know."
"How would a little kid end up with the Hammer of Light?" Margarette asked.
"Good question," Su'mit said. "Maybe we can find something at the Antares archives. They would have records from before the Great War."
"Any objections?" Ripper asked. No one seemed to object. "Very well, we'll go to Antares first, and see what they have."
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Vega VII - Corbet Station
"When will the last componet be finished?" a Terran Admiral asked.
"In approximatily two weeks, one if we hurry, sir," a young Lieutenant responded.
"Just make sure it works," the Admiral said. "We can't afford for it to fail."
"I wonder if we should be doing it at all, Admiral" a captain said.
The Admiral looked at him. "We must know what happened," he said quitely. "Besides, if anything should go wrong, we have a backup plan."
"And what if that fails?" the captian asked.
"It won't," the Admiral said. "But if it does, God help us all."
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PeachE, 04-23-2000 09:47 PM
TMC Ninurta
En Route to Ross 128
04/23/2384
Personal Log:
Commander Pehace Daniels
The Admiral has given the order to move. The Battle Group is moving to Ross 128. His motives can only be assumed.
Ever since the incident during the Great War, Ross 128 has been considerred holy ground by Terrans in the GTVA. Signals are reported in from the system almost daily, all of them false, all of them conjured up by the imagination of overly supersticious pilots.
It is thought by much of the crew and commanding officers that any signals given off by our Battle Group in Ross 128 will be quickly dismissed as more ghosts in the tomb of space. Quite likely, they are right.
"Commander, Now Arriving in Ross 128"
*Commander Daniels gets up from his desk and stares out of his window*
There it is, The Riviera. The installation dessimated so many years ago. Still preserved in all of its horror, preserved by the deadly calm of space. What is left of her is an eerie calm, a terrible peace, a patience.
In her belly, freighters still wait to be loaded. In her once noisy halls, pilots still wait for their orders. On her bridge, the captain still stares into the void of space waiting for help. They wait in this once mighty installation, wait with the patience of death. And they will continue to wait, forever...
It is here we will hold up, at least temporarily. Until we are given the order to move again. Then, we will move on.
As I look upon the ruins of the Riviera, I cannot help but wonder. This is where the Shivans first appeared. This is where they invaded. We cut them off at Capella, but this is where it all began. Why have they not returned? Are they finished with us? Perhaps, it was not us they were at war with after all. Perhaps, they were just taking care of a speck in their eye, a minor nuisance, no longer strong enough to bother with.
But until we have once again grown into a justifiable problem, we need not worry about the Shivans. Right now, we're too busy fighting amongst ourselves. The GTVA has shattered into a multitude of pieces, all trying to fight one another. It reminds me a lot of Terran history. Three hundred years ago, the Terrans were divided into over two-hundred separate nations, each one looking out for the best interest of themselves. Perhaps, the situation today is history's little joke on us. Because we have failed to learn from our history, we are doomed to repeat it...
"Captain, a communication from the Admiral."
I'll be right there...
Or perhaps, we are doomed to repeat it, regardless.
End Log.
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AssAssIn, 04-24-2000 05:42 AM
It was outside the orbit of a large habitable world, Adhara III. The large blue and green world slowly twirled in it's cosmic destiny...
An old Fenris Cruiser came into view from behind the planet's bulk, shortly followed by a Charybdis AWACS, and followed up by an Aurora Corvette covering the rear.
It was a long night, and the crew on the AWACS Devera grew tired and sleepy.
For the four crewmen, they were off-duty, being on the first shift. However, in such an AWACS, there was not enough room to sleep comfortably, so these four tended to while away the hours by playing long games of cards and Poker into the night.
Steven and Gary had already lost out. Only two players remained
Lisa spoke, "Yeah, i'll see that. And I think.. that I may just raise you twenty!"
John, the nav officer resigned with smiling sheepishly, "I fold," he said sheepishly.
Lisa greedily scooped up the chips.
"While I would take two hundred credits off you lot, I'll settle for twenty!"
"Great!" chimed in Gary, handing over ten credits.
Someone clambered down the stairs. The young male spoke up, "Uh, guys.. we're picking something up!"
The Aeolus cruiser turned away quickly, avoiding the Ion Cannon blast.
"weaponry, power up Ion Cannon 2. Lock on... Power up... Fire!"
Another blue bolts powered up and lashed out at the Aelous, hitting and slicing off the front. The surviving part of the Aelous jumped into Subspace.
"Communications, alert Admiral Hart. We have found the causers of the Princeton's destruction!"
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Mattouf, 04-24-2000 03:10 PM
WBD Black Panther
Adhara System
The subspace vortex opened as half of the WBC Domino returned from it's patrol The Domino had been ordered to be a scout in case the Vali Allience had decided to find out who destroyed the Princeton.
"What happened, Domino? How many people did we lose?" asked a concerned Lockhart to Captain Daily of the Domino.
"We were attacking by the Vali Allience, an AWACS, Fenris, and some sort of Corvette, designation Aurora found us. We pulled out as quickly as we could, but we lost the 10 crew members in the front half of the ship, and it's still drifting out there."
"I see. We will go back to your last location to deal with the situation, and try to salvage that front half if possible. Our makeshift shipyard is quite busy at the moment. Captain Daily, keep the Domino here and try to repair as much as possible, if we can't salvage that front half, we'll have to scrap her."
"Aye, sir. Daily OUT."
Lockhart turns toward the Science officer. "How have the shielding from the EMP beam comming along?"
"We're making progress sir, but we will still have no weapons for 5 seconds after we fire it."
"Well, I guess that's better than 10." Lockhart sighed.
"Comm, alert the WBC Trident and the WBCv Nova Cat that we are to jump to the Domino's patrol area in five minutes. Inform them of our weapons situation, and we are not sure of exactly how many ships we will be facing. The WBD Red Dragon and the WBCv Sea Fox and all the other cruisers will remain here and guard the WBCv Jaguar, under contruction in our shipyard."
"Yes, Sir." said the Comm officer.
"Weapons, arm the EMP beam, and fire at the weapons sub-system at the first enemy ship we see when we exit subspace. Make sure you are ready to fire the main beams five seconds later. We have to be prepared for the unexpected."
"Readying EMP beam now sir."
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The Black Panther, Domino, and Nova Cat entered subspace simultaneously. The Black Panther emerged first into the combat zone, and the thick blue beam of the EMP beam shot out into the enemy. They had 10 seconds to make the best of it......
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Eishtmo, 04-24-2000 06:49 PM
Beta Aquilea/Antares node - SDD Olympus
"Sir," Louis piped up. "The Horan is jumping in."
"Good work," Hamiltion said evilly. "York, order the Horan to stand down or be fired on. Harris, put it on the main screen."
The main view screen switched to a view of the GTC Horan and her two escorts exiting subspace.
"GTC Horan, by order of the Sol Defense Force, come to a halt and stand down your weapons," York said.
"What the hell are you doing here?" the Horan's comm officer yelled. "The SDF has no jurisdiction beyond the Sol jump node."
Hamilton grabbed the mic from York. "This is Admiral William Hamilton. You violated SDF jurisdiction when you removed a NHOL escape pod from Sol. You will stand down now or be fired upon."
"Sir, they're targeting us," Louis cried out.
"Don't worry, they can't hope to win against us," Harris said.
Hamilton smiled. "Horan, stand down now or we will open fire." He turned to the weapons officer. "Begin charging the Flux cannons and target the Horan."
"Aye sir," the weapons officer said.
Just as the officer was preparing to charge the Olympus' weapons, Louis cried out again. "Sir, they're firing!"
Suddenly the Olympus shook as the Horan's Ion Cannon slammed into the side of the ship.
"Damage report!" Hamilton yelled.
"Lost 3% on the hull and. . ."
Hamilton interupted. "Open fire."
"Sir, I can't," the weapons officer said.
"And why not?"
"Admiral, they took out the weapon subsystem, we couldn't lock on to them even if we tried," Harris finished.
Hamilton fumed. He turned to his helmsmen. "Set an intercept course, ramming speed. White, manually target the Flux Cannons."
"Manually?" the weapons officer said. "That'll take almost three minutes."
"Do it!" Hamilton screamed.
The Olympus bared down on the tiny cruiser and her escorts, both on a direct course for the jump node.
"I have a firing solution," White said triuphantly.
"What are you waiting for, fire!" Hamilton yelled.
"It's too late," Harris said. Outside, the Horan entered the jump node and jumped out.
Hamilton slammed his fist on the nearest counter. He was breathing a heavy, angry beat. Then he suddenly took a deep breath and smiled. "How long before the weapon system is fully operational?"
"Three hours sir, provided we go into port," Harris responded. "Other wise it'll be six."
"Very well," Hamilton said. "York, I have a message I want you to transmit for me."
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TO: ALL SOL DEFENSE FORCE RAIDERS AND OTHER ANTI-NHOL GROUPS
FROM: ADMIRAL WILLIAM HAMILTON, SDD OLYMPUS
SUBJECT: GTC HORAN
MESSAGE: To all warships fighting against the Neo-Hammer of Light. At 1300 hours on 4/19 the GTC Horan was caught moving contraband out of the Sol system. Contraband consisted of one (1) NHOL escape pod from the NHJ Victorious. The ship and her escort transports escaped capture and were last seen entering Antares. It is believed that the escape pod held the Eishtmo himself. Capture the Horan and her escorts and return them to Sol for trial. Use all force necessary.
Hamilton out.
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I'm tired, so that's it for tonight.
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Back to posting. I'll finish up the posts of the first page of the old thread today and start on the next tomorrow.
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PeachE, 04-24-2000 07:41 PM
TMC Ninurta
Delta Serpentis/Beta Aquilae
Personal Log:
Commander Pehace Daniels
During one of our intersystem maneuvers, the Admiral gave us some rather strange news. It appears that the SDF has put a bounty on the GTC Horan. It has sent out a communication to all SDF and Anti-NHOL groups.
We are more than willing to do our part. The Admiral is awaiting confirmation from other factions before we act. But he has ordered the Ninurta begin making way for Antares. I believe that if we do not encounter any resistance along the way, we should be able to catch them. And a Leviathan should not prove a difficult encounter.
End Log.
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AssAssIn, 04-25-2000 10:43 AM
Adhara System
VAD Axion
"Reading three jump signatures... terran configuration and coming in fast!"
Stacy raised her voice.
One large blue vortex swirled open and the cube front of the Hecate began to came into view. The vortex gave way as the rest of the Destroyer emerged. A second vortex opened as a Deimos became to spill out, but before it could finish an Aelous jumped out of a third warphole.
"These must be our previous attackers. Gunnery, target that Aelous with the Railgun and knock the forwards guns off. Scramble the 509th and the 48th. Get the 48th to bomb that Hectae and the 509th to provide cover. Bring the Ion Cannon to bear on the Deimos' forward turrets. Bring our Auxillary beams to bear on the Hecate's fighter bays. These bastards have picked the wrong people to mess with!"
Fighters began leaving from both ships but the number of fighters from the Black Panther were limited as two green beams from the lower "wings" of the Axion crashed into the Fighterbays.
The Axion's supporting Iceni, now named as an Aroura class and fitted with two Ion Cannons at the front, the VACv Amuliis, opened fire with btoh forward Ion Cannons at the enemy Deimos. Two large holes were punched into the left side of the Deimos.
Suddenly, a blue beam powered up from the Black Panther and struck out at the Axion. The blue beam hit into the shields of the Axion in a massive blue glow, spreading over the entire Shielding system.
"Sir,"
Weapons officer Terrance Castillo declared,
"Forward shields have been taken out! All other shield segments at approximately twenty percent! Our Navigation and Sensors subsystems are out of action!"
"We still have weapons?" Barry asked as sparks flashed out of a Console behind him, showering him with sparks,
"Sir, yes, sir!" Terrance shouted,
"Priorotise Railgun and Ion Cannon onto that lead Hecate! Get the Alamulius to supress the enemy cruisers. Gunnery, begin Ionic insertion... load uranium slugs... fire!"
From the rear top gunport of the Hades-based craft, a Uranium slug fired out at supersonic speeds, leaving a slighlt blue swirling trail. As soon as it left the Axion it hit the Black Panther. The underneath forward armour was pierced, leaving a hole and fires raged inside.
However, the Trident Aelous recovered for the Hecate by firing a beam into the Axion's front. The beam smashed into the front of the Axion's nose, blasting off armour and wrecking conduits.
"Hart, we've taken heavy damage to our front! We can't take much more of this!"
"Don't give me that Bull****, Commander. You and I both know this ship can take a lot more punishment than the regulations say!"
The Ion Cannon built up and erupted from the forward top gunports, smashing into the Black Panther at the bottom. The bottom became charred and riddled with small fires as it turned away,
"Sir! They are retreating! Awaiting orders!" Terrance turned from his position, looking away from the viewscreen at Barry.
Barry watched behind Castillo's beack as two more Ion beams from the Alamulius struck into the retreating Deimos, making the rear half collapse in fire,
"Contact all fighters to return to base. We did a good job out there."
Barry sighed. This new adversary was obviously challenging. He had lost several important crewmen. he was hardly comforted by the fact that the enemy had taken more...
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Mattouf, 04-25-2000 04:38 PM
Adhara System
WBD Black Panther
Supreme General's Log:
Our attack on the Vali Allience was in a way a surprise for us both. The Allience's flagship, whith their commander, Barry Hart, was in the fleet we attacked. Both sides suffered damage. The corvette Nova Cat can be repaired, although it will take time to repair the badly damaged back half.
The Black Panther suffered some damage, but none of it threatening. We still need to work on the EMP beam. It worked, but neutrialized the shields instead of the weapons subsystem. We will outfit the Black Panther with another EMP beam. Hopefully two beams will give us more of an advantage.
The Domino will unfourtunatley have to be scrapped. Her remaining crew and parts will be used to finish the WBCv Jaguar, which should be done within the next few days. I have all my science crew either working on the EMP shielding, or another weapon that will be mounted on the Jaguar, codenammed Project Timberwolf. I will report to the rest of my crew what exactly it is upon it's completion and successful test.
Until then, we will repair, and fortify out position around the planet of Adhara VI, and it's moon.
Brian Lockhart signing off.
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Eishtmo, 04-25-2000 07:22 PM
Antares System - GTVA Record Archive
The Record Archive had been established just after the Great War to allow family members to track down soliders that were missing, killed, or captured during the 14 Year War. Ever since then, the Record Archive became the official information storage depot for both Terrans and Vasudans. Unfortuantly, with such a large operation came a massive and confusing buracracy.
"I'm sorry, I can't give you that information," the Clerk said.
"What do you mean you can't?" Ripper yelled.
"Without proper authorization, I cannot release any information," the Clerk said calmly.
"Damn it," Ripper yelled. "This may be the most important thing ever to happen to the GTVA and you're telling me you're going to let a few God-forsaken rules stop us."
"Yes," the Clerk said.
Ripper readied himself to lunge at the Clerk when Su'mit grabbed him. "Allow me to try," the Vasudand said. He walked up to the Clerk and pulled a small slip of paper from his bag. "Perhaps this will clear everything up."
The Clerk gave him a questioning smerk and examined the paper. His eye's widened in surprise. "Um, I'll have to talk to my superior about this," he said. He then turned and went into the back room with the paper.
Ripper looked on in bewilderment. "What the hell did you give him?" he asked Su'mit.
"A copy of our orders signed by Admiral Waspe," Su'mit said. "Honestly Captian, you should learn to control that temper of yours."
Ripper just looked at his friend. At that moment, the Clerk returned. "I'm so sorry about the misunderstanding," the Clerk said. "How can I help you?"
"We need information on a Terran named Quinn Lazerus," Ripper said.
"Could you spell that please," the Clerk said as his fingers moved across the keyboard.
"Uh, Lazerus, L-A-Z-E-R-U-S. And Quinn has two N's," Ripper replied.
The Clerk nodded and began typing furiously. "Ah, here we go," he said. "Do you have more information, there's at least nine thousand Quinn Lazerus' listed."
"Nine thousand?" Su'mit said in suprise. "I did not know that the name was so popular."
"Nine thousand is nothing," the Clerk replied. "You should see how many Smiths there are."
Ripper smiled. "I believe his parents were named Danial G. and Samantha L."
The Clerk entered the new data. "Here we go. The parents are currently living on Delta Serprentis III. However, it appears Quinn is listed as dead."
"Dead," Ripper said sadly. "Are you sure?"
The Clerk looked through the files. "Yeah, no wait." He looked at the screen closely. "He isn't dead-dead, just assumed dead. Apparently the transport he was on was taken over by the old Hammer of Light in 2335."
"Is there any way to know who took that transport?" Su'mit asked.
"Unfortuantly no," the Clerk replied.
"Of course not," said Ripper. "Most of the HoL was taken down during Templar."
"Actually," said the Clerk. "We did have the records, there's even a reference to it. However, after Templar, the Emperor ordered all files relating to the Hammer of Light destroyed."
"Why would he do that?" asked Ripper.
"Who knows with Vasudans?" the Clerk replied. "No offense."
"None taken," said Su'mit. "But why did the family not follow up?"
"Probably the same reason you almost gave up hope," the Clerk replied. "Lucky for you, I was nice enough to confirm it."
"It still doesn't help us," said Ripper.
The Clerk looked at them, and then motioned them closer. "You know, that information may still exist."
"Where?" said Su'mit.
"How much?" added Ripper.
"Nothing," the Clerk said. "But, Vasudans are meticulas record keepers. It's possible that the one who filled out the orginal forms might still have a copy."
"Can you give us the name?" Ripper said.
"Sure, just don't tell anyone I did this, I could get canned," the Clerk said with a smile.
"Captain!" Commander Thomas came down the hall waving a message in his hands. "Captian."
"What is it Thomas?" Ripper said as he took the message from him.
"We picked this up on a secured SDF channel," Thomas said. "It's very bad."
Ripper read through it, Su'mit looking over his shoulder. "Oh dear," said Su'mit.
"You just said a mouthful," Ripper said quietly.
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VR7, 04-25-2000 08:54 PM
Sol System, HRJ Armaggedon
It has past two years since our dirty work had been done for us. Our plan had worked sucessfully. But there is no time to rest. I sought revenge against the GTVA for destroying my father, commander of the first GTD Hades ever built. My vengeance is not done. Little will the traitor know I had used him in my little plan.
Terran Squadrons swearing loyalty to me have attacked vasudan fleets, claiming to be members of the Sol Defense Force, a new obstacle in my plan to conquer the galaxy. Starting tommorow at 0900 hours, most of these squads will dispatch in vasudan vessels, firing upon the SDF forces. Once either nation declares a murderous war, they will destroy each other, with no knowledge that they are to die by my hand.
My ship, the HRJ Armageddon, exceeds even the power of the NHJ Victorious. It is an army of a thousand beam cannons, anti-fighter flak guns and missile banks. If all these weapons were to be fired at once, only my ship will survive. The ship also carries 500 fighter squadrons. Nothing can penetrate its massive armor.
With a dream I have made from a crippled, lifeless SJ Sathanas, nothing can stop me now, not even the last hope for the Terran-Vasudan Alliance: The most wanted criminal in mankind, leader of the terrorist band NHOL(Neo-Hammer of Light), Quinn Lazerus, also known as the legendary Eishtmo.
-----Admiral Korith Jr.
-----HRJ Armageddon
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Velocity7, 04-25-2000 09:16 PM
4/25/2384
Regulus/Sirius
"Computer, begin log."
"RECORDING STARTED"
I have just heard word that the GTC Horan had discovered what seems to be evidence regarding Eishtmo. With my curiosity in mind, I kept wondering if I should search out the Horan. With my authorization to command the GTC Redway, I have decided to bring it towards Beta Aquilae. My crew is gathering supplies from Regulus before we make our long way towards the War Crimes Court. Also, I have just heard some more news from the GTVA Channel saying that the SDD Olympus is going to capture the Horan. For now, I will hold back my ship just to Beta Aquilae. There, I will try to get some information regarding Eishtmo from 2335. Hopefully, this information will not mean death for me.
"END LOG"
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PeachE, 04-25-2000 11:06 PM
TMC Ninurta - Antares
Damage Report!!!
"That last ion charge hit our engines. This baby is dead in the water. Sir, we need to call for back-up."
Negative! The Admiral knows what he's doing.
"Sir. All fighters have been deployed. But our weapons are beginning to fail. Without our backup, the fighters won't do anything."
*A plan begins to formulate in Daniel's mind*
Commander to ship bay. Ready my fighter.
"Sir?"
You heard me, Lieutennant! Get my fighter ready! Do not, under any circumstances, call in the rest of the Battle Group!
... Some time late...
*Ion cannons and beams rip the Ninurta to pieces. Explosions travel down the hull in a grand fireworks display. With the destruction of his ship, Daniels knew what he had to do*
Ripper, Lt. Commander Daniels reporting to Ripper, of the Horan. Requesting sanctuary.
"Daniels. Your fighter is flying for the TMB. One of the TMB cruisers just tried to attack the Horan. Why should I offer sanctuary?"
I have been prisoner of the TMB for some time now, since my "disappearance" in Talnia. I could offer you some important information.
"If you were a prisoner, what the hell are you doing in an enemy fighter."
With the imminent distruction of the ship, security around me was loosened immensely. I managed to get to the fighter bay and steal a ship... Ripper, please, sanctuary?
*silence*
Ripper?
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More tomorrow. Later.
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My story? Well, the frame work is at the very least, and the ending especially is. That said, this was a group project, and everyone got their own bits and pieces to play with. I suggest, however, that you read it sooner rather than later. You see, I'm not even off the first page of the old thread yet, and if I remember right, the thing lasted 3 weeks.
Three weeks... uh, yea I should propably start it asap since I don't remember this at all anymore
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I think it was about 3 weeks. Maybe longer. That means at least 21 posts for me since I posted every day. . .
Much longer than 3 weeks. I think it was nearly 5. Anyway, the point is that the thing ended up being very, very long. Your best bet may be to just pick one set of posts to read and read it to the end then go back. They cross in the end, but they're all seperate. Anyway, on to the second page.
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AssAssIn, 04-26-2000 04:56 AM
Adhara System
D M Y
3 5 82
Adhara VII B
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Personal Log
Admiral Barry Hart
VAD Axion
Classified: Level Rho
Subject: Shipyards and Project Ajax
Today, we have started setting up Shipyards outside the orbit of a moon orbitting Adhaar VII. The moon is lifeless and a wasteland, incapabale of containing life and brown, dingy. The perfect place for our spaceyards. Our shipyards will consist of over four Ganymede installations and dozens of other pylons. The place is being guarded by my 1st fleet, consisting of my very won Axion, the VACv Alamulius as well as two other cruisers. Not all of our ships patrol at once, it is taken in shifts. The two cruisers patrol together.
The enemy faction that has been attacking us still havn't announced themselves, we will have to look into it. If they do strike again, I know fully well that our Project Ajax will take them down quickly and decisively.
End log.
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Velocity7, 04-26-2000 05:20 PM
4/26/2384
Deneb
"GTVA Command," Velocity 7 said on the transmitter, "We wish to contact the Horan. Please open a comm channel for us."
"I am sorry, but we cannot allow you to do that."
"What?!"
"If you continue to request this same order like the last 10 times you have, you will be court-martialed and sent to a tribunal!"
Velocity 7 switched the transmitter off. "Damn it!"
The door slowly opened in front of the commander's desk. "Commander, we've got a situation."
"What is it?"
On the bridge, Velocity 7 could see a Mentu class cruiser staring right in front of him as if a starship from Star Trek was watching him before they started firing their weapons of death.
"You are not authorized to proceed to Beta Aquilae. They are currently making changes there." A Vasudan said.
"Well, in that case, would you like to know about Eishtmo?" Velocity 7 bribed.
The Vasudan was surprised for a moment. Hesitating, he said, "Terran, I do not know why you wish to know about the Eishtmo. What does he have to do with you?"
"He was the one who destroyed the ship that saved me in the Gamma Draconis nebula. You know the GTD Aquitane from 3rd Fleet, right?"
"Yes. I know it well. It was rather upsetting that Admiral Petrach had to suffer a violent death from the Eishtmo."
"Did you have any friends there?"
"....Yes. My loyal comrades Yu'tes and Re'njk were destroyed on that day..."
"Then will you join us in search of information regarding Eishtmo? I know it's not like destroying Eishtmo as a revenge for your friends, but I believe if we get enough information, we could calm down the entire GTVA government and then we could forget about the whole thing--"
"Very well Terran. I am Captain B'tok of the GVC Afyror. We will join you."
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Eishtmo, 04-26-2000 08:01 PM
Antares - GVT Omega
"Sit down!" the Terran solider said as he shoved Daniels into a small chair. Daniels looked around to see the transport stacked wall to wall with supplies: Food, medicine, weapons. The solider grabed his hands and in a quick motion applied the quick cuffs.
"Hey," Daniels said in surprise. "I'm on your side."
"I'm afraid we can't be sure of that," said a Terran officer. "Greetings Lt. Daniels, I am Lt. Commander Bradley, the Terran representive aboard the GVT Omega."
"I want to see Captian Ripper," Daniels said angerily.
"Aw," Bradley said sacastically. "I'm afraid the Captian doesn't want to see you. He has this thing about people who attack his ship."
"But I didn't do it," Daniels protested.
"Shut up," the solider said pointing his rifle right in Daniels face.
"Erik," Bradley said. "That's no way to treat a guest." He paused for a moment and looked over Daniels. "Or a prisoner."
"Prisoner?" Daniels said. "Now wait a damn second!"
"Lieutenant," said a Vasudan. "The Captian would like to speak to you."
"I'll be right there," said Bradley. He grabed Daniels cheek like an old aunt. "Now don't go anywhere."
Daniels glared at him in frustration. He looked at Erik for a moment. "So what the hell is all this about, anyway?"
"I'm afraid I can't tell you," said Erik.
Daniels noted the enlisted rank emblem on Erik's shoulder. "Well, I order you to, how's that sound Sargent?"
"I still can't tell you," said Erik. "For two reasons: One, I have orders from a higher power. And two, you'd never believe me if I told you."
"Erik," Bradley called from the forward section. "Get up here."
"What about this guy?" Erik yelled back.
"Don't worry about him, just get up here."
Erik turned to Daniels. "If you try to escape, I'll blow off your head, understood?" Daniels glared at him. "Good." And with that, Erik hurried to the front.
Daniels now sat there, very alone. That is, until a strange Vasudan stepped from the shadows. Slung across his back was a large metal tube with rounded ends. The Vasudan looked at Daniels for a moment. Then it leaned closer, taking a deeper look.
"What are you looking at?" Daniels said.
The Vasudan said nothing. He only stared at the Terran. He then cocked his head to his left, left it there for a few seconds, then cocked it to his right. Finally he stood straight up and looked down onto Daniels. "You are not ready," he said through his translator. He then turned toward the door.
"Ready for what?" Daniels called after.
The Vasudan stopped. "For the truth," he said without looking back. He then exited the small room.
Several minutes went by, then Bradley and Erik reentered the room. "Well, it looks like this is your lucky day," Bradley said.
Erik cut the quick cuffs off Daniels. "You mean I'm going to see Ripper?" Daniels asked hopefully.
"Nope," said Erik. "We're not gonna kill you."
Daniels rubbed his wrists. "Then what are you going to do with me?" he asked.
"Captain Ripper has ordered that you take your fighter and report to the nearest GTVA base," said Bradley. "Now take your fighter and go."
"But I have information you might need," Daniels protested.
Bradley shook his head. "Whatever it is, we don't want it. Now get out of here before Erik vents his sexual frustrations out on you."
Erik looked at Bradley. "I don't have any sexual frustrations," he said.
Bradley chuckled. "Just take him to his fighter you knucklehead." Erik grabbed Daniels arm and began to drag him out of the opposite door to the cargo bay where his fighter now sat. "Oh and Daniels," Bradley added. "Just so you know, we've recorded your IFF. If you decide to come back with, unpleasent intentions, your fighter will be the first to go down. Ta ta."
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PeachE, 04-27-2000 02:20 PM
Talnia Fleet Headquarters
"Vice-Admiral Ashe, a transport from the Antares system has arrived. They say they have a 'special delivery' for you."
"What is it?"
"Lt Commander Daniels. Apparently, the local Terran Installation picked him up a few days ago flying a TMB fighter."
"The Marauders?"
"According to Antares, he requested he be taken prisoner by Ripper of the Horan. Ripper responded by turning him and his fighter loose in space, ordering Daniels to report to the first base he came to, Antares."
"Well, get him on board immediately. And bring him to my office."
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"Lt Commander, Daniels."
Yes, Sir!
"So, exactly, where have you been?"
Sir. On last recorded mission, my wingman were eliminated and I was taken prisoner by the TMB, on the TMC Ninurta. When the Ninurta attacked the Horan, she started to go down and security started falling apart. I managed to make it to the hangar and grab a fighter. That's when I requested I be taken prisoner by the Horan.
"I see... So, why did the Ninurta capture you when they had already killed all of your wingmen?"
I suspect that they thought that my being an Officer and flight leader would give me access to restricted materials or that I would have some information they could use.
"But the TMB is made up of GTVA deserters. They know a Lt Commander doesn't have that much pull."
I don't know then, sir.
"And did you?"
Did I what, Sir?
"Did you supply them with any information?"
Of course not.
"What do I do with you, Daniels? I don't have any proof either way. I can't prove you were fighting for the TMB and I don't have proof that you weren't. Your story is definitely possible, but... Oh, what do I do with you?"
Slap on the wrist and reassignment.
"Shut up, Daniels. No, this will require an investigation. I will go to the War Crimes Investigation Division and recommend they decide."
Sir? I didn't do anything!
"It doesn't matter. You know procedure. Besides, what are you afraid of? If you're clear, they'll say so. But I'm afraid until you're cleared, I'm going to have to strip you of all your priviledges."
You're going to imprison me, Sir ?!
"No. I trust you, Daniels. But, I am going to temporarily break you. You understand? Until this is over, you're civilian."
Yes sir.
"And one more thing. Even though you're not a prisoner, you are confined to this base. And if you try to escape, I will have no choice but to stop you, with deadly force if necessary."
Affirmative sir.
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Velocity7, 04-27-2000 10:07 PM
4/27/2384
Vasuda
The Afyror and the Redway finally made it into Vasuda. Believing that there could be more GTVA forces that could stall them for too long, they decided to take a break here.
"B'tok, you sure Vasuda is a good place to be? With the GTVA ships and all..." Velocity 7 was a bit freaked out.
"Terran, when do I ever know if I'm wrong?" B'tok said.
With those words, the ships took a route to an installation, the GTI Refella, for rearming and resupplying.
"Commander Velocity 7?" B'tok called out.
"Yes?"
"After asking me that question, it is my turn to ask you that question. What can we gain by reaching the Horan?"
"Actually, I'm not so sure."
"How about the GVT Omega that recently arrived here in Vasuda? I'm certain they could have some information..."
"Hmm...you could be right. I'll go in a Pegasus fighter and--"
"Terran, how could you make it there?"
"Because I've done a lot of reconnaisance missions back in 2335. Mainly doing a lot of scanning on some Shivan cargo and nearly got myself killed. Quite a couple of times I was face to face with death." Velocity 7 bragged.
"Enough of this Terran, just get the information as soon as you can." B'tok replied.
Velocity 7 took off in a Pegasus and headed towards the GVT Omega. There, he found a fighter that had just left the Omega.
Hmm...better scan it behind quickly, he thought.
After taking a few snapshots at the ship, he went for the Omega and got a few last shots before returning to the Redway for scanning his data.
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Mad Jonesy, 04-28-2000 01:23 PM
It had been a few days since the attack on the ship yards, and the results had been disappointing, the facility that they had hit had only been a secondary facility.
It was more than likely a heavy blow on the ship producing facilities, but a major oversight. Admirals always look for a scapegoat when they make a mistake, and Roberts had a burning suspicion he would be it.. The losses in the battle had been anything but light, and the Admirals would undoubtably blame this on him entering into the battle late.
Roberts was now sat in front of Admiral
Nar-Charook, one of the youngest, high-ranking officers in the GTVA, he was also a Vasudan, which made his position even more exemplary.
'Sit down Commodore if you please' the Vasudans translator blurbed out in its monotone voice.
Roberts sat down, feeling like he once did in the Headmasters office after a major rumble in a corridor with several others.
'Commodore, its my duty as a officer of the GTVA..'
Roberts closed his eyes and swallowed deeply.
'..to inform you of your promotion to Vice Admiral, with immediate effect, Congratulations'.
Roberts opened his eyes, blinked again, and then said 'Thank you sir'.
'As you have now achieved this rank, it is customary to give someone of this rank a small fleet to command'.
'A fleet?' Roberts slurred slightly
'Yes, I have your orders right here, you will take the GTVD Vesuvius to the front line system of Regulus and meet with four GTCv Deimos-Class ships and two GSTCc Atlas Class..'
'Atlas?' Roberts was pretty familiar with most GTVA and SDF ships, but he'd never heard of that class.. but then it dawned on him..
'Atlas is a project to create a heavy Fighter/Bomber Carrier class ship and was originally started a decade ago, but was then canned due to costs and lack of production ability. Due to the Orbital Mars Construction facilities in Sol, we have been able to finish this project, Six ships exist, however, you will not have complete command over them.'
'I guess that means that the SDF doesn't trust us GTVA Jockeys with their expensive ships?'
'No, I do not believe so, your orders and Specification of the Atlas class ships are in your quarters on the GTVD Vesuvius'
Roberts stood up, brushed himself down, and then headed for the door without a word.
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Mattouf, 04-28-2000 06:15 PM
Adhara System
Adhara VI
From his Perseus interceptor, Commander William Karns of the 13th Wolf Gaurds could see the once glorius WBC Domino prepare for it's last mission. Most of the systems aboard the Domino had been taken off for use on the WBCv Jaguar, which was due to be complete any time. Supreme General Lockhart had offered the whole Domino crew positions aboard the Jaguar, and many accepted. But a few crew members refused to leave their ship. A skeleton crew was now onboard the Domino, preparing their suicide attack on the Vali Allience's shipyards.
The Domino's orders were to jump to Adhara VII B, the location of the Vali Allience's shipyards. All power would be directed to one remaining beam, and it would fire into the shipyard. It would not destroy anything, but it would make a noticible dent in progress of whatever was being built or repaired there. Once that is done, power to the weapons systems should be disabled, and the ship should begin to drift, and a message is to be transmitted. That is all of what Karns knew what was going on. He doesn't know what this message or what it means. All he knows is that the Domino will be lost after this mission.
Karns and his wing have been ordered to protect the Domino and eleminate fighters they run into. As soon as the Domino is done, they can return to base.
"This is Alpha 1, Commander Karns of the 13th Wolf Gaurds to Domino, are you guys ready to jump?"
"This is the Domino," said Captain Daily. "We're ready. Engaging jump drives now."
Karns watched as the subspace vortex opened up around the Domino for the last time. "Godspeed Domino, Godspeed. Alpha wing, engage jump drives. We've got a job to do."
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Adhara VII B
Alpha wing exited subspace right behind the Domino. "This is Alpha 1, the shipyards are about 3 klicks out. A hostile wing of Herculed Mark II's heading toward us. Let's take them out Alpha." Karns reported to his wing.
"Alpha 3 here, moving to intercept. Let's kick some Vali *** !"
"Enemy down!" Karns announced. He and the rest of his wing quickly had the same results. Their faster and more manuverable Perseus fighters had no trouble against the slower Herc 2s. Karns was glad that he had flown them.
"This is the Domino. Firing beam cannon now."
"Roger that Domino, we're gonna miss ya." Karns almost let a tear roll down his face. "Alpha, let's stick around a little longer, if they try to attack, we'll bail out."
From the right side of the Domino, the green swirl began to swell. It continued to grow past conventional limits. Suddenly, it lanced out and hit a ship in the shipyards. As ordered, all systems except life support and comm shut down, and the Domino began playing it's message:
"This is the WBC Domino of the Wolf's Brigade. The Domino surrenders. We have lost all power and are using backup to transmit this. Please provide assistance. We can provide you information about our forces. We surrender."
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Velocity7, 04-28-2000 09:51 PM
4/28/2384
Vasuda
"What'd you get?" Velocity 7 asked.
"A lot of the data you scanned was a bit screwed up. All I could get is escort logs on the Horan and--"
"Horan?! This ship I just scanned had something to do with the Horan?!"
"Well, just a little, probably just for supplying it with foodstuffs, and we found this little HOL symbol here."
"Hmm...what does it mean???" Velocity 7 pondered for a moment. "Keep trying. See if you can descramble this code."
"I will try, but I cannot make any promises."
Entering the brig, Velocity 7 was stunned by the fact that the GVT Omega had some relation in-between to the Horan--but what? In either case, he actually did find what he wanted--but only a little bit of it, as if it were a puzzle.
Better I contact B'tok about this, he thought.
"Comm," Velocity 7 called.
"Yes?"
"Open a channel with the Afyror."
"Yes sir."
The screen in front of him flashed before his eyes.
"What is it?" B'tok asked.
"About scanning that Omega, I discovered it has some relation to the Horan."
"This is strange news, Terran. It looks like we won't have to go after the Horan after all."
"I'm going to sneak behind the GVT Omega slowly and carefully without blowing my--err, our, cover." Velocity 7 stuttered.
B'tok pondered. "Hmm...your plan seems well, Terran. But how do I know that the Omega is related to our reason of being here?"
"I'll send you the information as soon as my agents are finished with the data."
"Very well, Velocity 7. I shall see to it that our plans will not balk."
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Eishtmo, 04-28-2000 11:33 PM
Sorry I didn't post earlier, it's been one hell of a day.
Vasuda Prime - The Imperial City
Vasuda Prime, the homeworld of the Vasudan species. During the Great War, the Lucifer attacked this world with intense fierocity. After 13 hours, ninty percent of the surface was uninhabital. Yet that still left ten percent. It was on part of this that the Imperial City of Vasuda was built, the capitol of the Vasudan Empire.
The Emperor made this his home. He decorated it with beautiful buildings, replicas of structures destroyed by the Lucifer so long ago. When the Earth was destroyed by the Victorious, the Emperor began to build the great buildings of Earth, starting with the Pyramids of Giza. It truly is the greatest city of all time.
But regardless of it's greatness, the Imperial City was on shaky ground. It was the Emperor's will alone that kept the city going an a world that was all but wasteland. Those who live there live a hard, unrelenting life. But the proximity to Emperor is a great pull, so they stay, despite the hardships they must endure.
Captian Ripper jiggled the translator attached to his neck. He now understood why the Vasudans hated the devices. He rubbed the skin underneath the device. "How much longer," he asked Su'mit.
"We are here," said the Vausdan. He reached out his hand, and began the ritual known as the Conversation. There are many Conversation rituals, at least one blamed for the 14 Year War, a conflict that is only a distant memory now. Su'mit knocked on the door as the ritual perscribed.
"Two bits," Ripper said under his breath. Su'mit looked at him for a moment. That's when the door flung open.
"What do you want?" said a craggy Vasudan. Ripper took one look at the Vasudan, and quickly figured out this was a very old Vasudan. His skin was wrinkled and spotted, even more so than regular Vasudans. He had a large cane which he leaned on for support, as well as a pair of Vasudan "glasses," something only rarely seen by Terrans.
"We are seeking P'st Sm'ly," said Su'mit. "Are you he?"
The old Vasudan looked at him. "Oh," he said. "Yeah, I'm him. Come on in."
Su'mit frowned. The two of them walked into the small apartment. Even by Vasudan standards, it was very small.
"Sit, sit," said P'st as he pointed to a large couch like object. Su'mit's frown got bigger.
"What is it?" Ripper asked quietly.
"He's mad at me," said P'st. "I'm not following the ritual. Hell, I'm not even speaking the correct language."
"You dishonor the Emperor," said Su'mit.
"Listen kid," P'st said, poking Su'mit with his cane. "I've been preforming these damned rituals since before you were born. And personally, I'm sick of them. I'm old too, so I really don't give a damn." He turned to Ripper. "So what do you want, Terran?"
Ripper was taken aback, he had expected that Su'mit would do most of the talking. He quickly tried to figure out what to say. "We're, uh, here for some information."
"From an old Zod like me," P'st said. "What would want from me." Su'mit glared at P'st. So did Ripper. The Terran captian had never heard a Vasudan say 'Zod' before. "Didn't expect me to say Zod, did you Terran?" Ripper shook his head. "Well like I said, I don't care anymore. It's just a word to me. Now, what exactly do you want?"
Ripper was still stuned by the Zod thing. "Uh, we're looking for information on the Hammer of Light."
"You won't find anything here," said P'st. "The Emperor ordered all that information destroyed after Templar."
"We were told you may still have some of this information," Su'mit said between his teeth.
"Were you know?" said P'st. "Well, if you give me some names, maybe I can remember something."
"Quinn Lazerus," Ripper said.
P'st stopped cold, his cane fell to the floor. "No, never heard of that name," he said as he picked up his cane.
"I think you have," Ripper said.
"No, haven't," said P'st. "Now leave, or I'll call the authorities."
"I think you know who he is," said Ripper.
"I tell ya, I don't know," P'st said getting angrier every moment. "Now leave!"
Su'mit shot straight up. "You know he is the Eishtmo," he accused.
P'st stood there for a moment, stunned himself. He looked at his two visitors. "I guess you aren't going to leave, are you?" Ripper and Su'mit continued to stare at the old Vasudan. "Alright." He pushed the two away from the couch, ripped up one of the cushions and reached deep inside. After some feeling around, his eyes lit up and he pulled out a folder. He held it out to Ripper. "It has all you need in there. Now go, and don't tell anyone where you got it."
"Thank you," said Ripper.
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Vasudan Prime - GTC Horan
"Vega VII," mutter Ripper. "We would have never found this place if we had gone to Vega first."
"Perhaps," said Su'mit. "Then agian, how are we to know for sure."
"Captian," said the comm officer. "We're reciving a message from a GTC Redway. They're requesting to join us in our quest."
"Since when have we been on a quest?" asked Lt. Sandra.
"I fear we have always been on a quest," said Su'mit.
"Well," said Ripper. "We can always the help. Tell them we agree and. . ."
"Sir," interupted the Sensor operator. "I'm picking up large subspace signatures. It's the Olympus!"
The SDD Olympus exited subspace still some distance from the Horan.
"Has Hamilton gone mad?" asked Ripper. "Entering Vasudan space is suicide."
"He's contacting us sir," said the comm officer. "He's demanding we surrender, or die."
"Get those jump drives online," Ripper yelled. "Helm get us out of here."
"Sir, another destoryer is jumping in!"
"SDD Olympus, this is the GVD Blade, you have illeagally entered Vasudan space. Leave now or be destroyed."
The Olympus didn't even respond with a message, it simply fired. Soon the two ships were caught in a death struggle. More Vasudan ship appeared, as did the SDF ships who once posed as mysterious raiders. Fighters and bombers flooded the field. The Horan didn't stick around to watch the battle.
"Send a message to the Redway, tell them to make sure the GTVA knows about this and help them anyway they can," said Ripper. He turned to Sandra. "Plot a course for Vega."
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All for tonight. Toodles.
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Back to posting after a couple day pause for the server move
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AssAssIn, 04-29-2000 05:17 AM
"Incoming just signature! It's an enemy Aelous! snesors match it to the one our 3rd fleet discovered. Enemy fighters also inbound!"
Commander O'Neil of the VAC Edusa grimaced,
"How many fighters do we have on patrol?"
"Just 4, flying old Herc II's and rookie pilots."
"Damnit. Contact Admiral Hart, ask him for permission to use the Ajax prototype!"
"Sir, it's too late! They're powering up beam cannons."
"What are they targetting?"
"Sensors indicate that it's the VAC Gilla!"
"Damnit! Fire a Class 3 beam at the enemy cruiser"
"Roger that, sir! Also, Hart has authorized use of the Ajax!"
"Cancel beam shot. I want to see this new toy the Admiral has." The Captain said with a grin.
The Ajax launched, a smooth, sleek, design which was as wide as it was long, but not tall. Only 100 metres in length and width it was suprisingly well armed.
It launched as it sped towards the Aelous, but it was too late.
The beam fired out, slicing into the Gilla. The Vali Alliance's 1st fleet Aelous was cut into, a massive hole gaping through the side.
The Ajax dodged the beam and pwoered up one of it's own. A thin beam of laser powered up from the Ajax's forward gunbank and fired. The Aelous scored a direct hit to the front of the Aelous, charring and breaking the middle front.
"Good shot, Ajax 1." The Captain commended.
"Sir, incoming communique from the cruiser. Audio only." the officer delcared.
"Put it on" The captain spoke.
"This is the WBC Domino of the Wolf's Brigade. The Domino surrenders. We have lost all power and are using backup to transmit this. Please provide assistance. We can provide you information about our forces. We surrender."
"Alert Admiral Hart of this, and await further orders."
"It's a trap, I know it." Hart spoke up,
"Why else would they open fire with all their strength, and then surrender? It's such an obvious ploy."
"But sir, we lost the Gilla. Isn't there even a chance we could replace it with this new cruiser?" An advisor said.
"No, I will not permit that attrocity among my forces. We will deploy the Axion to destroy it immediately," Barry spoke.
"Engineering, sub-space jump us to the location of the Aelous. Weapons, power up the Railgun."
About 200 clicks from the shipyards was the dormant Aelous, designated Domino. It's shape was made a faint sillhouette by the massive blue hole opening up, the Hades bounding out from it like an overlord.
"Railgun, aquire lock on the Domino. Fire on my mark." Barry commanded.
"But sir, please reconsider," The Advisor spoke again. "Send a boarding party down now!"
Suddenly, it struck him.
"Guards, place Advisor Thomson Mahes under house arrest. He is obvi-"
"You ******* !" Thomson swore, withdrawing a small black object from his ankle holder.
Thomson pointed the object at Barry.
"Fire Railgun."
A blue trail once again emerged from the rear top gunport, ripping into the Aelous, crushing armour plates inwards and blasting a hole through the Aelous.
"You'll pay for this,"
Thomson swore again, poiting what was now obviously a gun at Barry.
For Marine Seth Green, this was a brilliant chance, but with great risk. In his armour suit it was hard to keep quiet, but Seth did so with great skill while sneaking up behind the spy.
Seth pulled his Garrot wire out, and suddenly slipped it over Thomson's head and pulled hard. Thomson began to fall backwards as he fired his first shot hitting into the thick top of the bridge.
Seth relased his grip on the Garrot wire, and bent Thomson's head back while smashing Thomson's hand with his own. The gun fell out of his grasp as Seth swung Thomson into the wall. Seth grabbed Thomson's hands and forced them behind his back and pressed his face into the wall.
Another guard ran up and applied hand-cuffs.
Barry sighed. It was getting harder by the day.
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Ice Heart, 04-29-2000 12:58 PM
Personal Log
Vice Admiral "Ice Heart" Harak Chontamentet
4/24/XX
The offensive begins in one hour. The NHD Iron Fist, NHD Anubis, NHD Anhur, NHD Abydos, plus four corvettes and six cruisers will jump into the area of Zeta X, near the Pretender's shipyards. I would prefer to bring my entire strength to bear here to crush the Pretender and his space forces decisively, but I cannot. The Pretender and his generals are no fools, they would most certainly take advantage of the situation to ravage the lightly defended shipyards loyal to me in orbit above Zeta Prime. Thus, the rest of my loyal fleet will remain there to guard the shipyards against a possible counter-strike. I can only hope that through planning and surprise that we can overcome the Pretender's forces here.
We will not merely arrive in front of the yard, to do so would be near certain death, the Tutankamen anti-capital ship beam platforms would likely shred our forces. The Tutankamens have been placed so that the bases are defended from virtually all sides...except from a small portion directly below the station. There only a few of the platforms can successfully bring their weapons to bear on us, so we will have the upper hand from that direction. However, the ships which have defected to the Pretender's forces will present a threat to us as they can turn about to bring their weapons to bear.
Our fighter and bomber wings are ready for scramble launch the moment we exit subspace, gunnery crews are prepared, subspace drives are all fully operational. All I need do is give the word and it will begin. I am confident that we will succeed, and yet I fear the coming operation. Could it be that our informants on the yards have missed something vital? There is no turning back now, we must do something. To sit idle is to lend the Pretender more time to prepare defenses.
End Log
Pretender's Shipyards Near Zeta X
Four large subspace vortexes opened, accompanied by ten smaller ones. Harak's fleet poured out of them and immediately began to open fire. The few Tutankamen RBCs that could bear on them fired, only to be cut to ribbons by the beams of the Loyalist ships. Fighters and bombers of all classes began to pour out of the fighter bays of the four destroyers, swarming forward to engage the Ankh and Edjo sentry guns and the enemy fighters and bombers that were emerging even now from the hangar bays of the Pretender's destroyers and installations. Harak was disturbed at the speed with which they were able to respond, they should have taken at least one precious minute longer to get ANY fighters out of the hangar bay. Had they known the attack would be so soon? The Admiral put the thought out of his mind ofr the moment, he had more pressing matters to worry about. Just as he had planned, the NHD Djebauti was directly ahead of the Iron Fist and the Anubis. The gunnery crews of the heavy forward mounted beams on the two ships had been well briefed and knew what to do. The massive juggernaut-class beams on the front of both destroyers powered up and shot out towards the Djebauti, which had been somewhat damaged by the Iron Fist's main gun when it defected. The two large beams had been aimed at that spot and both hit dead center. The tough armor plating collapsed and the beams bore into the destroyer, but did not blow out the side of the ship. However, the Ramses-class vessel began to spew a large amount of gasses and debris from the hole. A ragged cheer went up on the Iron Fist's bridge as this happened, but Harak and his XO did not share the crew's enthusiasm. Harak had helped design the Ramses-class and he knew that the ship still had a very lethal amount of firepower. He also knew that, though the damage was severe, it looked much worse than it actually was. It would take far more of a pounding than that to finish the Djebauti off. The Djebauti and a Pretender Mentu returned the favor a moment later, the Mentu lashing out with its slashing beams and the Djebauti slamming two of its main beams into the fore segment of the Iron Fist.
Now the first of both sides fighters and bombers engaged each other. The fighters twisted about, trying to gain lock or get a clear shot. The bombers flew steadily towards their targets, or attempted to maneuver when enemy fighters found them. Already the death toll amongst Harak's fighters had climbed to fifty persons, in just the first few minutes. The fact that the Pretender's fighter and bomber groups were suffering just as much as small consolation to the Admiral for his loss of valuable trained veteran personel.
Yet the battle seemed to be going rather well. The Pretender's destroyers were being engaged by Harak's forces, they were being pushed back towards their vulnerable shipyard facilities. Facilities which Ice Heart hoped to capture rather than destroy, those construction yards were vital and difficult to replace. As the Admiral watched, a Pretender Mentu was carved in half by two Loyalist Sobeks, yet the battle was not without loss. One of the two Sobeks went down a bare two seconds later under a hail of beam fire and bombs from the NHD Ennead and a wing of Pretender-allied bombers.
It was just then, as the Admiral was beginning to feel that perhaps the plan would be successful, that things began to fall apart. A subspace vortex opened up and a destroyer emerged, a Typhon-class destroyer. The Admiral was shocked, there had been no Typhon-class ships which defected to the Pretender's forces, where had that thing come from? The ship jumped in directly in front of two Loyalist Sobeks and opened fire on them. Though a Typhon, it had obviously been heavily modified, for it lanced out with four large anti-capital ship beams rather than the standard two, pounding the two Sobeks hard. That vessel made the Pretender's slightly out-numbered forces on equal footing with Harak's
Now the enemy pressed forward, having nearly equal firepower save the two large juggernaut-class beams mounted on the Iron Fist and Anubis respectively. Though powerful, the beams had the draw back of requiring three minutes to recharge since a destroyer could not provide the power that a juggernaut could. The Admiral ordered the two Sobeks to clear the area and ordered firepower be concentrated on that Typhon. He had few enough vessels as it was, that Typhon had plenty of firepower to destroy the Sobeks easily. It was too late, though. As beams from several of Harak's ships began to pelt the newly arrived Typhon, the Typhon fired its main guns yet again, obliterating one of the corvettes and disabling the other. Now two of the Pretender's Ramses destroyers concentrated fire on the helpless corvette and finished the job.
Harak swore. He looked at his tactical display and could see the attack was crumbling. Though he could still fight on, he could see it was useless. He might even win, but the cost would be too high. "Communications," He said, "transmit the order to retreat."
"But sir..." The officer began.
"Do not question my orders, do it!" The Admiral cut him off harshly.
The officer did so and a moment later the Loyalist corvettes and cruisers entered subspace. The two Loyalist Ramses destroyers followed a moment later, and the Anubis and Iron Fist took time to fire their large main beams on the Djebauti one more time before making the jump. After that, the fighters and bombers made their own intra-system jump back to Zeta Prime orbit. In less than five minutes, Harak's offensive had been blunted and crumbled. The Pretender had sustained moderate damage to one Ramses-class vessel, the Djebauti, and had lost a Sobek and a Mentu. Harak had sustained moderate damage to his own vessel and one of his Ramses destroyers, plus he had lost three of his four Sobeks which had been in the attack. The Pretender had won a decisive victory, a victory that would undoubtedly cause even more uncertainty in the ranks of Harak's followers...
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Eishtmo, 04-29-2000 07:04 PM
GTV (Galactic Television) News
"So I guess you could call it a case of Man bites dog," said the news Anchor. Suddenly an arm shot across the screen, a paper cluctched in it's hand. "What the hell?" the Anchor said, grabing the paper. "Uh, this just in at 2330 hours GTVA time last night the. . ." he trailed off for a moment. "Are you sure?" he said. The floor director nodded his head. "Um, at 2330 hours, the Sol Defense Force Destroyer Olympus attacked the Galactic Vasudan Destroyer Blade. We don't have information on the results of the battle, but the Vasudan Empire has called it an act of war." The Anchor cleared his throat. "The GTVA is demanding an explination from the SDF as to why one of their warships was in the Vasudan system. We're not quite sure of the current state of relations, but negotiations regarding the hand over and prosecution of Neo-Hammer of Light war criminals has completely broken down. We'll make sure to update you as events develop." The Anchor looked right into the camera. "Ladies and Gentalmen, I believe that the GTVA may now be at war with the SDF."
NOTE: This was the first of the 'unconventional' posts I made during the story. This, incidently, wasn't one of the best, but there are some later that become damn good.
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VR7, 04-29-2000 08:22 PM
GTD Dominator, Alpha Centauri Orbit
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"Admiral! Unknown vessel entering the area!" The helmsman reported as a massive juggernaut emerged from the azure portal of light. It passed by the viewscreen, saluting with red beams.
"All hands to battle stations! Get all our pilots out there!!" The Admiral yelled out in reaction to the superdestroyer.
Several miniature spacecraft were dispatched from the Dominator. Although powerful, all of them were wiped in a matter of seconds.
"What the hell....? All guns, open fire!" Several sections of the GTD began to glow, and beam cannons slashed at the enormous darkness. All beams had missed the massive spacecraft.
"Is that your best shot? How pathetic." A transmission opened, followed by a low-pitched, voice of evil.
"Sir, we've just been contacted by the unknown vessel!"
"This is Admiral Johnson, GTD Dominator. Unknown vessel, identify yourself!"
"You should know of the dead Admiral Korith."
"Korith? It can't be you! You were destroyed decades ago onboard GTI base Jotunheim!"
The dark admiral laughed. "No, I am not Korith, but the fact that you believed I was had flattered me."
"Then....Who are you??"
"I am the son of Korith, Korith Jr. I have returned to avenge my father's death. I have planned the destruction of Earth since I had received reports of the Neo-Hammer of Light. Eishtmo, the most wanted criminal in the GTVA, was used to destroy the Earth for me."
"Liar! Eishtmo wanted to destroy Terra!"
"Even if he wished to, his job is done now. The only part left of my job, is declaring war with the GTVA and SDF. Once they've declared this murderous war, they will be exhausted beyond reconstruction. If you wish to surrender, that would be futile."
"NEVER!" Johnson yelled. "I will never join you!"
"You're lucky you didn't want to." Korith Jr. grinned. "Any last words before I destroy you?"
"Once the GTVA and SDF discover you, this war will be a thing of the past!"
"The GTVA and SDF will never know of my coming, until it is too late. Now, you will feel the power of the HRJ Armageddon. Korith Jr. out."
Johnson, angered over the lack of power, yelled out "FIRE ALL BEAM GUNS! BLAST THAT THING TO HELL!!!!"
The beam cannons attempted to rip the powerhouse in half. "Direct hit, sir!" A crewman called out. "Sir, target has suffered extremely low damage."
"WHAT?!?"
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Korith grinned evilly as he looked out at the GTD Dominator.
"At last, I will have my revenge." He turned to a freightened man punching keys on the control panel. "Fire all beam cannons, Lieutenant."
"But sir, our heat sinks will overload!"
"You didn't count how many heat sinks were onboard this piece of junk?"
"84, sir." The Lieutenant's knees were shaking.
"It wasn't 84, imbecile!" Korith spat out. "All guns, open fire!"
"Are you crazy, Admiral?!"
"You want to argue with me? One more word and you get a field trip to the brig, officer!"
"Yes sir..." The Lieutenant muttered.
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"That can't be! Our weapons are as powerful as the Lucifer! How can we be beaten?" Johnson screamed.
"Uh, sir, I think that's our answer." An officer pointed at the HRJ Armageddon, which began glowing white.
Johnson finally said his last words, "Dear God..." and the entire ship was incinerated.
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Artimus, 04-29-2000 09:08 PM
Alphard
GTSC Caerus
It took some time, but Captain Bush finally managed to contact one of his old friends. The shuttles carrying General Swintal and his comrades approached the Caerus. The docking clamps locked with a deep rumble, and the airlock slid open. The general stepped onboard, and greeted his old friend.
"I'm glad you made it," Bush said.
"As am I," Swintal replied, "We've waited for this for a long time."
The two began to walk down the hall, while the shuttles were unloaded. General Swintal is the commander of one of the GTVA's best assault squads. He and his twenty man squad had received numerous commendations, and the squad is held in high regard among the GTVA's ground forces.
"Am I to assume that the transport is en-route?" Swintal asked?
"I put in the request this morning," Bush answered. "The GTVA core worlds may be slipping into civil war, but it will take some time before the war spreads out this far. Swintal nodded in approval. "The transport should arrive in a few hours."
"My squad and I are off on leave. I've also altered the base's depot records. Our equipment wont be missed until we're done with it.," Swintal said.
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Velocity 7, 04-29-2000 09:24 PM
4/29/2384
Vasuda
"Sir!" a comm officer yelled.
Velocity 7 looked up. "What is it?"
"The Horan has just contacted us!"
Well, it's about time they finally started to agree with us, he thought, I wonder if the Horan has any other complements escorting the sh--
"The transmission reads out as this sir:"
"This is the GTC Horan. Redway, if you can receive this message, warn GTVA forces immediately! The SDD Olympus is currently in our vicinity," the message flashed and scrambled a bit, "we believe they have hostile intent. They are planning to attack the GVD Blade. Contact any GTVA ships you may find in the area--"
"The transmission ends there sir. Sir?"
Velocity 7 thought for a moment. "Comm, contact GTVA Command like they said. Ask them for reinforcements as soon as possible."
A video transmission came clear to GTVA Command. On screen was someone blurred out with the picture a bit shaken up.
"What is it now? You want to request more info again?"
"Not this time. Instead, I'm requesting you send reinforcements!"
"Heh heh. What for?"
Velocity 7 played back the message for Command.
"Oooookay...you've got a point there. I'll try to get the GTD Grefes and the GVCv Ewasengor around." Command replied.
"Thanks." Velocity 7 turned to his console as soon as the message was done. "I hope the Blade is doing well."
"Sir, the last part of the transmission has been fixed," the comm officer said, "they are heading for Vega. They have also agreed to accept our help."
"Okay, hold on." Velocity 7 turned on his console and opened a channel to the Afyror. "B'tok, the Horan has agreed to have us join them. By the way, they've recently sent us a transmission regarding a battle between the GVD Blade and the SDD Ol--"
"I already know, Terran."
"How do you know?"
"I've got spies in your sight."
Velocity 7 chuckled a little. "Well, anyways, will you be heading to Vega with us?"
"I am sorry Terran. Since the GVD Blade is being attacked, I must go and aid them. I will return as soon as I can."
"Very well, B'tok. Farewell."
With that, the Mentu cruiser took a deep dive into a subspace tunnel. A few minutes later, the Redway entered the tunnel as well, but it was heading for Vega this time.
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Brief pause. It is here that we had a bit of an issue with someone thinking this was just like 'that' thread and posting crap. After a bit of trying to explain it, he edited his posts to read "HESE STORIES SUCK *** WHO WOULD WANT TO READ THIS CRAP ANYWAY YOU F*CKED UP TWATS??!!" Not everyone was a fan of NHOL.
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Mad Jonesy, 04-30-2000 07:31 AM
The GTVD Vesuvius was on its way to Regulas and was currently in the Deneb system when news of the battle was received.
Almost instantly Vice-Admiral Roberts knew what he had to do, he jumped to Vasuda.
The GTVD Vesuvius shot out of the vortex and armed its weapons as soon as beams were seen to be firing, they were not going to be fired yet. It was only going to be a incentive for all ships to stop firing, but that soon changed.
'This is Vice-Admiral Roberts of the GTVD Vesuvius, all ships and fighters, you are ordered to stop firing or face prosecution under the GTVA treaty section 94'
A voice, muffled by explosions and yelling voices crackled back over the communication network.
'The SDF is not a member of that treaty, we are hunting Neo-Hammer of Light forces in this sector.. retreat Admiral, or else we will have to consider you a enemy of..'
Roberts had cut him off, he now knew what he had to do.
'Launch all fighters, order them to target weapons systems and engines'
He then spoke to the Vasudans
'All Vasudans, please target weapons and engines ONLY on all SDF ships'
'Negative Terran, they are enemies of Vasuda, we will destroy them'
'Message Command and tell them that we are in desparate need of re-inforcements' Roberts barked at a ensign, his morning had just got a lot worse..
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Eishtmo, 04-30-2000 10:04 PM
Vasuda/Deneb Jump Node - GTC Horan
"Fire!" Ripper yelled.
The blue light of the Horan's Ion Beam flashed across the sky. The SDF cruiser that had been sent to stop it from leaving Vasuda, exploded as the beam hit it. Cheers went up throughout the Horan.
"Reconcentrate fire on those fighters," Ripper ordered.
The nimble fighters of the SDD Olympus fluttered around the Horan like flies around rotted flesh. The cruisers anti-fighter beam shot out, smacking the unlucky around like toys and tearing at least one to pieces.
"How long until we reach the node?" Thomas asked.
"Thirty seconds," replied Sandra. The Horan shock as a missile hit it's side.
"Tell the transports to make for the node," Ripper said. "We'll catch up."
"Aye sir," said the comm officer.
Alpha and Omega throttled up and broke with the Horan. Within moments, both had reached the node and jumped. The Horan followed suit. The fighters, now with no one left to fight, returned to base.
The crew of the Horan breathed a sigh of relief. They had survived yet another battle.
"Get me a damage report," Ripper said.
"Yes sir," said Thomas and he hurried off.
Ripper slumped into his chair. 'I'm getting too old for this,' he thought to himself.
"Sir," said the comm officer.
"Yes, what is it Sission?"
"We've recieved another transmition from the Redway," Sission replied. "They want to help us on our mission."
Ripper thought for a moment. "I suppose we could use all the help we can get," he said quietly. "Tell the Redway to meet us at," he looked over to Sandra for an answer.
"Deneb XII should be safe," Sandra said.
"Deneb XII it is," said Ripper. "Tell them we'll wait twenty-four hours, no more."
"Yes sir," said Sission.
"Oh," Ripper added. "If they ask us about what we're doing, tell them nothing."
"Nothing sir."
"Nothing."
"Yes sir," and Sission turned to her panel. Suddenly she turned back to the Captian. "Sir, we're getting a priorty message from Command!"
Ripper looked up in surprise. "Put it on screen."
The face of Command was somber. He looked up, almost right into Ripper's eyes. Regardless, it was easy to tell it wasn't to anyone specifically. "All GTVA ships. At 1100 hours today, the GTVA Security Council declared war on the Sol Defense Force. All orders and leave are canceled. All ships are to report to the nearest GTVA facility to recive new orders. Repeating. . ."
"Shut it off," Ripper said. He closed his eyes in dispair.
"Should I plot a new course?" Sandra asked.
Ripper looked at her. "No, we're going to Vega."
"But sir," Sandra protested.
"The sooner we get to Vega, the sooner the war will be over," Ripper interrupted. "Besides, if we get in trouble, I'll take all the blame." He looked around at his bridge crew. "Is that understood?" No one seemed to object. "Very well then, make for Deneb XII so we can meet the Redway, then on to Vega."
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Enough for tonight. Later.
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Mad Jonesy, 05-01-2000 12:48 PM
The GTVD Vesuvius was disabling a small SDF Fenris class cruiser when a subspace rift opened and a Atlas class ship shot out.
The shape of it was very distinct, a large, egg-shaped ship which the main feature of it was its hanger.. Unlike most ships, the hanger, because of its size was required to be covered by doors, because of the large target it would make if it was left open.
'What ship is that?' Roberts asked a ensign.
'Its the.. GSTCc Atlas sir.'
Roberts grew worried, things could be getting a lot worse, he knew that the Atlas class were formidable.
'Finish off that Fenris now, has its crew escaped?' he asked his gunnery control officer.
A confirmation led to a wide beam slashing diagonally across the battered cruiser, slicing it in half, a missile then shot out from the GTVD Vesuvius as hit the largest piece of debris. The SDF ships history ended there and then.
'Hail the Atlas'
'we've got a reply, shall I put it on speakers?'
'Yes, of course'
A audio reply echoed around the inside of the ship, everything was silent, other than the occasion lump of bleeps from computers.
'Ah, Vice-Admiral Roberts, sorry to say, the GTVA just announced that we are at war. It may have been nice serving with you, but now we'll never have that chance,
Captain Stevens out'
The Atlas' slowed, then stopped, and then it happened, its hanger opened and 10 fighters shot out, then another ten and so on, till a swarm of fighters filled the skies between the Vesuvius and the Atlas.
Roberts knew he was in trouble.. but he had to fight.. he couldn't leave the Atlas in a position to attack Vasudan convoys.
The engines on the Vesuvius burst into life, and the ship started to gradually accelerate.
'I'm going to need all the AA fire we can get..'
The Vesuvius and the Fighters gradually grew closer.. the fighters moved apart slightly, which made them a more difficult target..
The Ship and swarm met in a ball of fire.
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PeachE, 05-01-2000 01:13 PM
Talnia Fleet Headquarters
"Name, sir?"
Lt Commander Rick Eisson.
"Clearance code, sir?"
Alpha Seven Gamma Omega Niner.
"Orders?... Thank you. So, transferring to Delta Serpentis shipyards?"
Yes. The orders from Vice-Admiral Ashe are right there in front of you.
"I take it this isn't a friendly visit then?"
I just don't feel like chatting. I'm in a bit of a hurry. Now, can we just get on with this?
"Yes, sir. The next transport to Delta Serpentis comes through in a few hours. After the retinal scan, you can just wait in the hangar."
Retinal scan? I thought...
"Yeah. Usually we're pretty lax about such things. But apparently there's some nut Daniels, or something like that. Anyway, scuttlebutt is that he deserted to the TMB and was caught a few days ago. It's thought that he might try to escape."
Funny. I thought he said he was captured. Anyway, you say I've got a few hours? I'll just hang around for a while.
"Sir, the retinal scan?"
Oh, of course. Slipped my mind.
"Okay. 98% match with.... Lt Commander Pehace Daniels... Daniels?!"
[Daniels draws a sidearm he could only have stolen and fires it at the young Lieutennant... The officer falls to the floor. Daniels holsters his sidearm and points down the corridor he just came from]
He went that way. C'mon. We can't let him get away.
[The officers in the immediate area flocked to Daniels side as the group ran down the hall. Daniels slowly distances himself from the group, falling behind untill he is finally alone, and turns around to head back to the hangar]
Idiots. All of them.
"Idiots, Daniels? Idiots?"
[Vice-Admiral Ashe was waiting in the Hangar]
Vice-Admiral Ashe...
"Save it, Daniels. This is no longer just a suspicion of treason charge. That man you shot back there is going to die. You are hereby arrested for the charge of murder... Officers, take this man to the brig."
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Eishtmo, 05-01-2000 06:59 PM
Vega VII - Corbet Station
People rushed around the deck, carrying everything from boxes to rifles. A sense of panic filled the air.
"How much longer?" the Admiral said impatiently.
"At least three hours," the Commander said. "Plus, we still have to orginize a security force for the station."
"Screw the station," the Admiral said. "We need everyone."
"But what about. . ."
"Forget about them, we don't need them anymore."
The Commander looked at his superior. "Need I remind you of the secrecy of this project?"
"Damn it," the Admiral yelled. "I know what I'm doing!"
"But what if someone comes here," the Commander retorted.
"This place is listed as abandonded, there's not a chance in hell anyone's gonna come here," the Admiral said. "Besides, they have more important issues right now."
The Commander turned to the window that opened onto the construction yard. He sighed. "How long before it gets here?"
"At least three days," said the Admiral. "Don't worry, we'll stop it long before it gets here."
"What if we don't. Will we tell them about it?"
"Not while I'm alive," said the Admiral.
The Commander turned and looked the Admiral in the eyes. "Then do we do it when you're dead?"
That last line makes me laugh.
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VR7, 05-01-2000 08:40 PM
HRJ Armageddon, Alpha Centauri
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"So....This is the power of the GTD Hecate. It will be amusing for a helpless fleet once they find us. They'll be wiped in a matter of seconds!"
"Admiral, sir." The communications operator called for Korith Jr.
The villian turned to the communications officer. "What is it, Henry?" he requested.
"I got something I'd think everyone's gonna be happy to see- We intercepted a transmission from allied command." The rebel officer activated the screen.
"All GTVA ships. At 1100 hours today, the GTVA Security Council declared war on the Sol Defense Force. All orders and leave are canceled. All ships are to report to the nearest GTVA facility to recive new orders. Repeating. . ."
Korith was amazed at the footage. "All is going as I planned!"
"Yes, sir, but we have a single problem that could ruin our plans."
"What would that be?"
"The GTC Horan and the GTC Redway are on a quest to end the war earlier than we expect. They will rendezvous in Deneb XII."
Korith, didn't seem disappointed with the results. "Set a course," he ordered.
"Uh, sir?" The helmsman turned to Korith.
"If we don't make it in time, deploy my ship, the HRF BlackJack."
"Uh, sir, they're getting there in 24 hours. We can only make it in 72."
"Just set coordinates!"
"Aye, sir."
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Velocity7, 05-01-2000 08:53 PM
Aware of the situation at hand, Velocity 7 turned to the window to see the subspatial tunnel ahead of him. It had only been a few hours since his transmission from the Horan to rendezvous in Deneb XII.
"Computer, begin log."
A beeping noise could be heard.
5/1/2384
Commander's Log
Things rather strange have been going on recently. First, I join up with B'tok's ship in search of the Horan, then I scan some transports that lead to the Horan yet again, with the added thing that the Horan contacted me to warn GTVA Command. Now, the GTVA has declared war against the SDF. I don't know why GTVA would go against their own homeworld, but in any case, I have already re-rendezvouzed with the Afyror and we both are headed through the portal to Deneb. Hopefully, I'll find some answers there...
Another beeping noise was heard. As the Redway exited Subspace, the Horan could be seen from a far distance.
"Horan, this is the Redway. We are also bringing along the Afyror. What is your status?" Velocity 7 asked on the communications transmitter.
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AssAssIn, 05-03-2000 11:42 AM
The four Myrmidons cruised slowly pass an ice planet in the Adhara system. This far from the sun, it was far beyond freezing on any planets.
Flying for the Wolf's brigade, the distant Ajax Radar officer snarled. The fully operational and elite crew onboard the "Ajax 3", the third to be constructed.
The ships were not individually named, but were simply called Ajax 1, 2, 3, etc.
Only five Ajax class were currently constructed, including the Prototype Ajax P.
"Captain," he spoke up, "We have four old Myrmidons patrolling by Adhara XI. Should we intercept?"
"Affirative," The combat loving Captain replied, "I wanna see what this thing is capable of"
"Entering subspace" the young female Engineering Bridge officer spoke.
Five seconds later, the blue tunnel of subspace broke open at the end, revealing open space. Ajax 3 poured out within 3 clicks of the fighters, pointing straight into the right side of the ships.
Instantly, a small beam bolt from Ajax 3 powered up and smashed into the side of one fighter, blasting it apart instantly.
The captain could see the Fighters breaking formation in shock, and struggling to regain. Ajax 3 swirved left slightly to chase one of the fleeing fighters.
"Lock Aqquired!" Weaponry shouted
"Fire!" The Captain shouted
Another small green beam at the front powered up and lanced out the Myrmidon, smashing it in the left side, sending a dead hulk spinning, breaking apart into debris.
"Two down, two to go," Weaponry commented.
"targetting Fighters number 3," Navigation officer spoke, "Moving ship to intercept."
The view from the bridge showed his craft moving upwards, seeing the front of the Myrmidon. The Myrmidon began firing a few shots before breaking off to the left, going off the right of the View.
"Forward shields at 87%" Defence Officer reported.
Navigation spoke again, "Moving again"
The view shifted right, showing the Myrmidon pulling left to evade.
"We've got a lock! Firing!" Weapons commented, antoher green bolt zapping out the hit the Myrmidon in the rear, exploding the engines in fire.
"Sir, target 4 escaped! Target 3 must've been distracting us!"
"Oh well, not bad. We took 3 of them out. Return to the Shipyards."
The Ajax turned and jumped out
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Mattouf, 05-03-2000 02:50 PM
Adhara
Adhara XI
WBD Black Panther
Supreme General's Log
The Domino's last mission accomplished what I hoped it would. I did not expect the Vali to buy its fake distress message, doing so would be foolish. It is too bad the Domino had to go down. Captain Daily was a good friend of mine.
The Domino did achieve its mission though. The Vali Allience's shipyards have been damaged, and contruction of thier ships has been slowed.
The wing of Perseus fighters sent in reported a new weapon, designation Ajax, as well as the 'Railgun' mounted on their flagship. This Ajax weapon was also used on a wing of my fighters. It is confirmed....
The good news is that the Jaguar and its mass driver weapon, named the Gauss Cannon, are fully completed. As soon as a succesful test is completed, a larger and more powerful Gauss cannon, now under contruction, will be mounted on the WBD Red Dragon. We will now have the firepower to remain here and not have our territory threatened.
Brian Lockhart, signing off.....
---End Log---
WBCv Jaguar, Control Deck
Commodore Phelan Raiko looked around the control deck of the just finished WBCv Jaguar. He felt a surge of pride as the rest of the crew came in the room and saluted. Many of these people were old friends of his who decided to not be with their old ship, the Domino, on its last mission.
"We should all feel honored that we are still alive today, and are at the helm of this great ship. We have in our capacity, a great and powerful weapon, the first of its kind. And we will be the first to test it. Long live the Wolf's Brigade!"
Raiko couldn't hear anything but cheers as he made his way back to his quarters.
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Eishtmo, 05-03-2000 07:01 PM
Vega System - GTC Horan
The light of Vega shown across the sky. Once, some 17 years ago, a jump node to a system called Capella once existed. And then the Shivans came, for the second time. One of the Capella System's stars was destroyed in a Supernova by that xenophobic race, and the node was destroyed by the GTVA, to protect itself from the Shivans. Ever since, the system has been in an economic depression, void of trade. A wasteland of lost lives, abandoned by so many.
Only hours before, the GTC Horan, GTC Redway, and GVC Afyror had enter this system in search of the truth. Yet, only the Horan's crew knew exactly what they were looking for, the others were just along for the ride.
On board the Horan, Captian Todd Ripper examined the planetary chart for Vega along with Commander Su'mit and the Sensor operator. "Okay, so here is Vega XII C," Ripper said pointing at the small moon of 12th planet. "And the HoL colony is on the side facing away from the planet, right?"
Su'mit examined the folder for a moment. "Yes, it is."
"Good," Ripper looked up. "Sandra, plot a course for Vega XII C, far side."
"Aye sir," replied Sandra.
"Uh, sir," said the Sensor operator.
"Yes?"
"Won't the colonists be spooked when three GTVA ships show up on their doorsteps demanding to speak to them?"
"Jeaninan has a point," said Su'mit. "Perhaps it would be better if only one ship makes contact with the Hammer of Light."
Ripper nodded. "You're right," he said. "And since the Redway and Afyror don't know what's going on, we'll have to do it." He looked to Su'mit who nodded slightly. "The question is, what do we do with those two while we're talking?"
"Maybe we should just tell them what we're doing and that they should stay away," Thomas said.
Ripper looked at his Executive Officer. "No, we can't. We have our orders."
"Screw the orders," Thomas said forcefully. "We're already violating orders by going on this goose hunt as it is. We should be fighting the SDF." Suddenly, a large hand grabbed Thomas' shoulder. He spun around to see Ma'thon standing there.
"You are on a mission more important then any war," the Vasudan said.
"He's right," said Ripper. He turned back towards the chart. "All too right."
"Perhaps we could send them on data gathering missions," said Su'mit. His long, boney finger pointed to icon on the chart. "There is an uncharted moon here we could have them explore."
"We can't send both of them," said Jeaninan. "One ship can chart the whole moon in less than 24 hours. We send both, they'll know we're trying to get rid of them."
"Any suggestions?" Ripper asked Jeaninan.
"Well," Jeaninan started. "We could send the Afyror to scan the moon and the Redway," she moved her finger across the chart to an installation icon. "Here."
Ripper examined her choice. "Corbet station," he said. "Abandoned. I suppose we can come up with a good reason to have the Redway explore the station. Heck, the thing may still have supplies we'll need."
Thomas looked at the chart. "From those postions, they wouldn't have a clue what we were doing." He turned toward Ripper. "Hell, if we wanted to, we could ditch them right quick."
"No Thomas," he said. "We need them for now. Sission, come here, we need to work out a message for the Redway and Ayfror as well as one for the Hammer of Light."
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Enough for now. I likely won't be posting tomorrow (going to see the Trans-Siberian Orchestra). It'll give you a chance to catch up. Later.
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Ah, Trans-Siberian Orchestra, you are so damn good. If you haven't seen them yet, go the first chance you get. On with NHOL.
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Velocity7, 05-03-2000 08:37 PM
5/3/2384
Vega
"So, they've decided to send us off for getting info? Sounds good..." Velocity 7 said. "but it seems like some wild goose chase to me."
"Sir," an officer said, "I've been wondering, have you ever given your real name?"
"Actually, I'd prefer that I keep anonymous," he replied, "if any enemy forces ever figured out I was who I was, I could be tracked down to the farthest stars. I would rather give it out after all this is over and the SDF and GTVA are at peace for good."
"Yes sir."
"Open a transmission with the Afyror," Velocity 7 commanded.
An open channel could be seen.
"What is it, Terran?" B'tok asked.
"Afyror, the Horan has just given us orders. We'll head for Corbet station while you with the Afyror's crew head for an uncharted moon at these co-ordinates," Velocity 7 explained.
"Very well, Terran," B'tok replied, "it is most unfortunate we must depart again."
"Don't worry. As soon as you get the info, head back here. We'll contact the Horan as soon as we can."
"Thank you for your confidence Terran. Good-bye..." the screen flicked off.
The Afyror then jumped out to search out the uncharted moon.
I wonder if this is such a good idea, splitting us up and all, Velocity 7 thought, we could get seriously in trouble for this.
The Redway jumped out, leaving a nav beacon behind it for reference.
"Radar, be sure to check for any subspace readings. I don't want any Shivans, GTVA, or SDF forces on our tails. Got it?"
"Yes sir."
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GVC Afyror
Some hours later in Vega...
"B'tok, we are here." an officer said.
"Hmm..." the Vasudan grumbled to himself, "does this ship always have to get the recon job? At least it can bring us some information regarding what the Horan is looking for..."
"Captain, do we begin the scan?"
"Yes. Do so now. We must hurry and get the planet scanned."
Like the Redway would do later, the Afyror began its movement towards the waypoints around the moon.
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GTC Redway
Some hours later...
"Well, we're here Velocity," Helm said, "Corbet station."
"Looks pretty damp to me," he said, "be wary. I have a bad feeling about this..."
The Redway began its orbit around the installation, with several escape pods launched to search out the ship. Velocity 7 remained on his ship to monitor the status of the search team.
This will probably take some 14 hours to find any survivors, Velocity 7 thought to himself, and another 8 to get supplies.
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VR7, 05-03-2000 09:05 PM
Deneb XII
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"Lieutenant?" Admiral Korith began to grit his teeth as the tunnel of blue faded, and the ambient space was visible. But none of the cruisers were in sight.
"Oh, ****." The sensors operator swore.
"Lieutenant, you said our friends were in Deneb, playing tag."
"I did, but..."
"No more excuses," Korith grabbed the officer and held him up in the air with a bare hand, gripping the poor officer's neck. "Where are they?!"
"In Vega...I think, sir!" The officer choked out.
"Okay......." The grand master calmed down, and dropped the officer, whom fell a few feet. Rather than giving orders to his Helmsman, he heads for the hangar bay.
"Korith, sir, where are you going? Why leave the ship uncommanded?"
"I'm deploying my personal courier. Helm, take command over the Armageddon while I'm at work. Don't leave the system 'till I'm back." Then the son of the GTI Rebel leader disappeared in the dark hallway.
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Eishtmo, 05-04-2000 08:23 PM
Vega XII C - Hammer of Light Colony
The wind howled outside. The rattle of the dust on the side of the small hut gave Ripper an uneasy feeling. He shifted in his seat, the large Vasudan couch was very uncomfortable.
"How much longer?" he asked Su'mit quietly.
"Not long," Su'mit replied. A few moments later, an old Vasudan entered the room. He sat down in a seat opposite Ripper and Su'mit.
"Greetings," he said. "I am Da'id Te'pl, spiritual leader of this community."
"And I am Su'mit R'ply, Commander of the NHT Alpha." Su'mit looked at Ripper.
"Uh, I am Todd Ripper, Captian of the GTC Horan."
"Yes, you are," said Da'id. "And you have come about Quinn, correct?"
"Yes," said Ripper. "We know he is the Eishtmo."
"It took you long enough," Da'id said dreamly. "What would you like to know about my son?"
"As much as you can tell us," said Su'mit.
Ripper reached into his pocket and removed a small recorder. "If you don't mind," said to Da'id.
The old Vasudan nodded. "You may, as long as you don't tell anyone where we are."
"You have nothing to fear," said Su'mit. "He can be trusted."
"I'm sure," Da'id said as he leaned back in his chair. "Where should I begin?" Ripper wanted to say "at the begining," but held it back. "When I was young, my mate and I lived far from here." He looked up to the ceiling remembering the past. "I was a priest there, a priest who studied the Book of Light. When the Shivans came, my village was hurded into transports and evacuated. We eventually stopped in this system, to pick up Terran refugees.
"It was on that day that I met Quinn's parents. The female was very ill, and the male wanted to stay with her. Unfortantly, there was only room for two of them on the Terran transport. I pitied them and, for reasons I still do not understand, I offered to watch over the boy for them. During our trip out of this system, we were attacked by members of the Hammer of Light. The Terran transport escaped, but we did not. When the Hammer of Light discovered we were mostly Vasudan, and that I too believed in the Light, they invited us to join them. Many joined the cause, while the rest of us chose to wait for the end. So my mate and I took Quinn and our young son Go'ka and came to this world where we would wait for the end."
"But it never came," said Ripper. "The Lucifer was destroyed on the way to Sol."
"Yes, it was," said Da'id. "By then, I had become the leader here, and I decided we would stay here. I then began reading the Book of Light more intently then ever before to learn why we had not died." He looked at Ripper. "Do you know what Eishtmo really means?"
"I've been told it means Great Warrior or Great Peacemaker."
"That is only partially true," said Da'id. "In reality, it means Great Destroyer. That is what the Lucifer was called by those who follow the Light so long ago. When it was destroyed, I knew it could not be the Eishtmo. So I endevored to discover who and what the Eishtmo really was. My studies led me to believe that the Terran I had brought here was to be the Great Destroyer."
"It looks like you were correct," said Su'mit.
"Now it does," Da'id responded. "But back then, I was not as sure. In any case, it had been years since I had taken Quinn in. I raised him as my own son, and taught him all I knew. He was an increadibly bright boy. He was able to pick up our language very quickly."
"He could speak Vasudan?" Ripper said with astonishment. "I didn't think it was physically possible."
Da'id smiled. "Well, it was never perfect. But for who he was, he did very well. After three years, he was an important part of our community, even if he was young. It was then that I determined that he was to be the Eishtmo. And so I trained him in everything I could possibly could to prepare him. Using the books that had been stored on our transport by the Terrans when we had met up with them, I managed to teach him the ways of your species," he said to Ripper. "It was not easy."
"I'm sure it wasn't," said Ripper.
Da'id nodded. "When the Shivans returned the second time, and were pushed back, Quinn decided it was time for him to take his rightful place in the Universe. He and my son left to conqure the GTVA, and I never saw him again." He looked at Rippper. "I could tell you more, if you like."
Ripper shook his head. "I think we have enough." Ripper stood up. "You have told us much. This testimony will be the last piece of evidence we will need to end this war."
Da'id looked upwards, lifting his hand to silence Ripper. "The sandstorm has stopped," he said. He looked at his two visitors. "Before you leave, I have something to show you."
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The desert wastes of Vega XII C streched out into infinity. But what the small group came upon was nothing like the desert. There, standing in a large group, were stone pillars. At least a dozen stood tall against the horizon while many more lay in the sand. Several Vasudans busyed themselves by clearing off the resting pillars while others were busy cutting more out of the nearby rock.
"When we first came here," said Da'id. "We believed we were going to die. But we did not want to be forgotten. So we created these pillars, and carved our names into them."
Ripper walked over to one and placed his hand on one. The smooth rock hardly stalled his moving hand. "But why so many?"
"When Quinn destroyed the Earth, I decided that we should build a monument to all those who died there," said Da'id. "And so for the last two years we have carved these pillars." Da'id looked at the pillars with sadness. "I fear, however, that they will never be complete."
"Because you don't have the names," Ripper said. He looked at the old Vasudan. "We could get you those names."
Da'id looked at him. "Could you?"
"It would be difficult because of the war," Ripper said. "But once it's over, we could make sure you got a copy of the list."
"Why would you do that?" said Da'id. "We wanted your species to die long before the Shivans came. We even created the man who destroyed your world."
"Well," said Ripper. "We have to accept that Earth is gone eventually. Maybe this way, we can begin to heal."
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Artimus, 05-05-2000 11:49 AM
Alphard
The Elysium emerged from the blue vortex, followed shortly by it's escort wing. Alpha 1 quickly located the transport and formed his wing up on it. Raider attacks had increased dramatically, and he didn't want to lose the transport. Their orders were escort the transport while it docked with the GTSC Caerus and escort it out of the system. He checked his sensors-the Caerus hadn't arrived yet. He glanced at the transport, loaded to the gunwales with compressed oxygen. If raiders did hit, he didn't want to be near the transport if it blew. his sensors beeped. The Caerus had arrived. He listened to the now coming radio chatter.
"This is the GTT Elysium calling Caerus."
He had flown many escorts, but he didn't recognize the transport captain's voice.
"Caerus here. You are cleared to dock."
He didn't recognize that voice either. He heard the transport again.
"What do you guys need all the oxygen for?"
"We're running experiments and need it as a catalyst."
"All right, dock in 5...4...3...2...1...we have hard dock. Estimate it will take 10 minutes to transfer the tanks. Alpha wing, stand watch."
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"This is the Caerus, we've it all. Hatches secure, you are clear to leave. Thanks for the assist."
Alpha 1 saw the transport undock, and swing around. He and his wing formed on the transports wing again. After a short run up, the transport disappeared into subspace, followed closely by alpha wing.
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"Open the air lock," Bush said.
The outer airlock of the Caerus slid open, and the bodies of the transport crew floated slowly away.
"Helm, set course for the rendezvous point," he ordered.
"Aye sir," The helmsman replied.
The Captain leaned back in his chair. Everything is going my way he thought.
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Velocity7, 05-05-2000 08:02 PM
5/5/2384
Corbet Station
GTC Redway
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"Sir, we've found something!" one of the search team captains said on the transmitter.
Velocity 7 looked up from his nap to his console. "Yeah, what is it?"
"We've got a large Shivan beam...possibly a model from the Sathanas. And we've also got some parts of the Sathanas--but it's incomplete. Maybe we could use it for rearming and reparing. Elsewhere, the other teams have picked up some food supplies and weaponry."
"That's good. See to it that you get back to the Redway and the parts with you." Velocity 7 smiled.
"Yes sir."
Hmm...a Shivan beam cannon? Maybe it'll be useful for any SDF forces out there...we ARE at war anyway... Velocity 7 thought, and those Sathanas parts...if Eishtmo could upgrade his ship, then probably the Afyror, Redway, and Horan could too. I'll have to talk to Ripper soon about that.
As soon as all the teams got back onboard, they left the station, totally supply-less, and with nothing left behind.
"Commander," one of the officers said."
"Yes?"
"Before we left, we noticed some traces of shivan weaponry across the hull. It appears to be a Sathanas beam."
"No wonder about the parts and the beam cannon. The station must have been able to destroy one of them but get only a beam cannon and some parts. In any case, they left Corbet station without taking it with them. Oh well..."
The Redway broke its orbit from the station and began its communications with the Horan.
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Velocity7, 05-05-2000 08:10 PM
5/5/2384
Uncharted Moon
GVC Afyror
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It seemed all too quiet. With some scratches on the Mentu cruiser from the battle back with the GVD Blade, the motionless moon had nothing good but minerals and rock across the plains from one side. On the other hand, the other side had some skeletons and some broken-up space farms which had been abandoned probably centuries ago. B'tok, who was unconcerned about the minerals, concentrated on who or what or where the farms and the dead corpses came from.
"Anything yet, officer?" B'tok asked.
"No. Unfortunately, the remains are too old to create a DNA scan for them. Our only conclusion can be that they used to belong to another species."
"The Ancients...but they are dead now, aren't they?"
"Yes. It seems too sad that they were wiped out by the Shivans, who they called 'The Destroyers' long ago..."
B'tok thought for a moment. "Be sure to pick up any technology you can find in those farms. They might seem useful. And be sure to mine some of the minerals. We'll need to repair our ship sooner than we planned."
"Yes, Captain." the officer's bony legs headed off into the darkness of the hallway.
Hours later, the Afyror picked up some parts for what seems to be a transport, and probably a ship with practically no weapons.
"They may seem useful," B'tok said, "let us contact the Horan now."
The communications officer punched in its transmission codes and began its long, subspatial radio across space to the Horan, who is somewhere which the Redway, or the Afyror have no idea of...
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Wow, that's the end of page 2 already. Well, that's good. See you tomorrow.
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Back again. Love the holidays, don't you?
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VR7, 05-05-2000 08:46 PM
Vega XII, 5/5/2384
Classified Level Rho
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The war started.
Everything is going according to plan, but there is a mistake- One mistake that I must remedy. That mistake is a major threat to my plans, and will end the war sooner than the GTVA and SDF can become exhausted.
This threat is a serious problem, no matter how weak the vessel is compared to my massive juggernaut, the HRJ Armageddon. If this war ends early, then our plan will fail, and a price tag from the Hades Rebels will be placed on Captain Todd Ripper.
--Admiral Korith Jr.
--HRJ Armageddon
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Eishtmo, 05-05-2000 10:32 PM
Orbit Vega XII C - GTC Horan
Ripper stepped onto the bridge of his ship. He flopped into his seat, exauhsted. It had been a long day.
"Everything alright sir," Thomas asked.
"Yeah," said Ripper. "Just remind me not to investigate war crimes ever again."
"Noted," said Thomas.
Ripper looked out the main screen, the Hammer of Light moon slowly disappeared from the screen as the Horan made her way to the near side. "Sission, what are the chances of getting a list of everyone who died on Earth?"
Sission looked at Ripper curiously. "Do you mean EVERYone?"
Ripper chuckled. "No, just the ones who died when Eishtmo destroyed it."
"Not now," said Sission. "Maybe after the war, if we're still alive by then."
"Make sure you do that as soon as possible," Ripper replied.
"Yes sir," Sission said as she turned back to her panel. Moments later she perked up. "Sir, we're getting a transmission from the Redway."
Ripper sighed. "My work is never done," he said. "What is it?"
"It's encoded sir, give me a moment." Several minutes passed until Sission turned back around. "I think I got it."
"Well it certianly took you long enough," said Ripper. "What is it?"
"Well, read for yourself."
Ripper read through the message on the screen. He stepped back in shock as he reached the addition that had been tacked onto the end of the transmission. "Are you sure this right?"
"That's why it took so long, I was double checking."
"What is it Captain?" asked Thomas.
"You'll never believe," Ripper said quietly.
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PeachE, 05-06-2000 02:24 PM
Talnia GTVA Fleet Headquarters
"All hands, red alert. Secure emergency stations. Pilots, ready your fighters. All hands, red alert. Secure emergency stations..."
[Daniels was being escorted to his trial]
Guard, what's going on?
"I don't know. Probably nothing. But it doesn't concern you anymore."
[a pilot runs down the corridor and begins yelling at the guard]
"You there. You know how to fly?... Good. Grab a fighter and get out there. The war has hit Talnia."
[The guard takes off down the hall with the pilot, leaving Daniels just standing there. Another pilot runs through. Daniels starts running next to him]
Excuse me. What's going on?
"Three SDF cruisers are attacking the base."
SDF, aren't they on our side?
"Where have you been? The SDF and GTVA are engaged in a civil war. Anyways, for the moment, all but one of our cruisers is out on duty. And that one's under repair. We need every fighter we can out in space right now."
So, how are we doing?
"Beams just cut through Barracks C. The automatic doors sealed to protect the others but the pilots in C are gone. Either burnt to a crips or sucked into space. Man what a na..."
So you need pilots? Get me to the fighter bay.
"No go. You're POW. Besides, as soon as you get out there you're just going to escape."
Listen, before this ordeal, I was one of the best pilots the GTVA had. Now, even if I do try to escape, I'll still be one more target out there. C'mon. Get me to the fighter bay.
"Okay. You'll need my security code to operate the fighter."
....
[Later, in space. Daniels makes a B-line for the jump node. He gets part-way there and looks down at his scanner. The GTVA fighters are dropping like flies. Eight members of his squadron are left. Seven... Six... Five. He maneuvers around and looks at the fight going on. One more time at his scanner. Four... Three...]
[Daniel guns it. Heads straight back for the fight.]
Two...
"Help Meeeeeee..."
Hold on. I'm almost there. Just hold on a few more seconds.
[He sees the problem. Four enemy fighters are chasing down his 2 squadmates. Daniels gets within range and cuts loose on primaries and secondaries like there's no tomorrow. Two enemy fighters down. A missile escapes one of the enemy craft and heads toward his squadmate. Helpless, Daniel looks on as the missile destroys the small craft.]
[The cruisers are still working on the base. They're ripping it to shreds. Disarmed, and without cover, it has only minutes left in its lifespan]
Beta 1, get out of here. Head for the node. Head for Vega. Get to anything friendly and tell them what happened here.
"But..."
Damn it, just do it. That base isn't going to last another five minutes. GO!!!
[The little ship heads for the jump node. Daniels takes care of the 2 following enemy fighters. But, through the smoke, he see's something. A missile!! The SDF b*****d got off a missile. Daniels cuts all power to the engine and begins to chase the missile down. His shields disabled, flak begins to rip away at his backside. But he's almost there..]
[Afterburners engaged. Daniels pulls in front of the missile and dives into it. His damaged ship, unable to take any more damage, is ripped to pieces and goes down in a blaze of glory.]
[Beta 1 sees this last heroic effort of Daniels, as she turns her head to see why the missile suddenly stopped homing. Phased for a second, she continues on the Vega jump node and jumps]
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AssAssIn, 05-06-2000 04:10 PM
6/5/84
Adhara
"On your six! On your six!" A wingmate screamed
Ace dived his Habaek down quickly, avoiding another shower of laser fire. His Valkryie styled fighter turned right just as more lasers began firing on him.
Ace glanced at his sensors, confirming a report of a hostile Perseus on his tail.
Ace considered for a split second, then turned left slightly cutting his speed. The perseus carried on, the front of it's nose almost hitting the side of Ace's habaek as he swept backwards.
Ace didn't wait to regain speed, he pulled on the fire trigger as bolts of Kayser hit into the Perseus, shattering it into flames.
"509th," a sharp voice cut in,
"This Cruiser is just a distraction! We have the entire Battlegroup under attack by a large Vasudan fleet! Jump to following coordinates!"
"Oh ****," Ace swore, "509th, Command has updated you on your status! Jump!"
Alpha and Beta jumped in upon a visceral scene of Destruction. They looked down apun the situation, but infront of the Axion. The Axion was making a line for the Epsilon Pegasi node, with two Auroras and four cruisers in escort positions around it. However, off the left side of the Axion a Typhon with a Sobek and Mentu were closing in on the fleet
"Axion, with all due respect," Ace's squadron leader spoke up, "That's an aged Vasudan fleet there. Why did you call us back?"
"509th, our forces are dealing with the Vasudan fleet now, but sensors have indicated an incoming Leviathan cruiser the other side of the fleet. We don't want to launch any more fighters than we have to. Your jobs will be to intercept and disable this cruiser. We will send a rescue ship back with marines to capture it,"
"Ah, we get you now. Moving into position,"
Ace glanced slightly right out of his window at the Typhon.
"Sweet mother of jesus," he muttered as twin Vasudan beams began to power up at the front,
"Axion, that's a modified Typhon!"
"We are aware of that! We're pushing all of our energy to engines, we believe the Leviathan as well as another Terran fleet to be here any second! We are abandoning the assault on the Leviathan,"
Twin yellow beams lanced out exploringly at the Axion, causing massive glows of energy where they impacted the shields on the Axion.
"Alpha, your new orders are to form tight escort around the VACv Aurora! Beta, cover the VAC Edusa! We have evacuated our shipyards and have six working Ajax ready to deploy at a critical moment! We are also deplying the 13th and 273rd to assist! Move it!"
A yellow beam shot out from the Vasudan Corvette at one of the Auroras, blasting off a few armour plates and causing meek fires.
A Vali Alliance Aelous turned slightly as two green beams lanced out at the Typhon, blasting off flimsy infrastructure
Suddenly, a small warp hole opened and a Leviathan emerged, firing a blast into a Vali Leviathan, smashing into the engines and causing fires onbaord
Ace's HUD lit up with a warning sound as a GTVA Myrmidon approached. Barry turned left slightly, targetting the Myrmidon. He allowed his Corsair missiles to lock as the Myrmidon fired it's own. Ace pulled up, right, then down and left, avoiding the missile while his own impacted the GTVA fighter, destroying it.
"No more hositles near, Alpha form up on the Aurora."
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Velocity7, 05-06-2000 08:36 PM
5/6/2384
GTC Redway
Corbet Station
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"They must be quite shocked to see what we've sent," the comm officer said.
"Yeah, you're right. Especially when we've got massive weapons of destruction--err, one beam cannon anyway," Velocity 7 smiled.
With the Horan startled, the Redway suddenly stopped its course away from the station.
"Hey Velocity," the helmsman asked, "why the sudden stop?"
"We're missing two units. They must still be onboard that station. Let's go back."
"Uhh, you sure about that?"
"Just do it."
"Yes sir."
The Redway made a full 180 degree turn with its nose pointed towards the hangar of Corbet station--the second time it did today. As soon as the Aeolus cruiser had docked, 5 search units were sent in to look for the missing 2.
"Commander," one of the units said, "I can't find anything."
"Keep looking. I don't want to lose any of my crew." Velocity 7 looked concerned.
Sighing, the units searched for hours, and found only a few members who were lost, confused, and a bit freaked out.
Velocity 7 went back into his quarters for a bit, wondering why the Horan had not answered for hours already. Even though the transmission was sent, did they stay and try to communicate, or did they freak out and jump like the cowards they may be?
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Personal Log
Velocity 7
5/6/2384, 21:31
With our continued search across Corbet station, I start to realize how important now the Afyror and the Redway have become. Knowing that the Eishtmo did destroy Sol has something to do with this. 2 years ago I vowed vengeance against the Eishtmo, but I did not know he died with Sol's destruction only a few months after. I signed up with the Redway some weeks ago from now, and becoming the "Admiral" of this ship, seems like being a sort of a war hero. I only hope to accomplish what the GTVA will benefit, and heal ourselves from the dramatic attack on Sol.
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Velocity 7 looked to the stars and nebulas of the galaxy, only to find nothing but sorrow and pain from the troubles that have gone on for years.
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Eishtmo, 05-06-2000 10:12 PM
Vega XII - Corbet Station
"We saw them just as we were pulling away," said Velocity. "That's why the message was tacked on."
"It's alright," said Ripper. He looked up at the object through the station's window. "Do you know where the crew is?"
"No," Velocity replied. "We're going through the files now, maybe we can find something there."
"Yeah, maybe," Ripper said. "I just wonder why they would need a Knossos device way out here?"
"Perhaps they wished to reopen the Capella node," Su'mit suggested.
"Are you kidding?" Velocity said with a chuckle. "GTVA ships have been patrolling the node ever since it was sealed."
"We'd better check anyway," Ripper said. He walked over to the nearest comm port and punched in some numbers. "Thomas."
"Sir," Thomas replied from the Horan.
"See if Sission can confirm that the Capella node is still being patroled."
"Yes sir," said Thomas.
Velocity looked at Ripper. "We found some rather advanced weaponary, including Shivan tech. Maybe we could upgrade our ships with them."
"Good idea," said Ripper. "Su'mit, you think your people could help them out with that."
"It would not be a problem," Su'mit said. "We should also upgrade our own ships."
"Of course," Ripper said. He looked out at the Knossos componet.
"Captian," Thomas' voice piped up. "I can confirm that the Capella node was last visited at 1200 hrs today. The 301st entered Sector 09.18.78, made their ususal patrol, and returned to base 30 minuets later."
"Thanks Thomas," said Ripper. He clicked off the comm unit. "Well, I guess that settles that."
"Those coordinates are not right," a voice suddenly said. The small group turned to see Ma'thon standing at the back of the room. "They do not sound correct at all," he added.
"Are you sure?" Ripper asked.
"What are you talking about?" said Velocity. "If the GTVA says those are the coordinates, those are the coordinates."
Ma'thon frowned at Velocity. He then removed his pod and opened. With a flip, he removed a disk and placed it into a nearby terminal. A few clicks on the panal brought up a node map. The view screen centered on the Capella/Vega jump node. "See," he said matter-of-factly. Ripper, Velocity and Su'mit looked at the sector indicator: 09.16.78.
"That's almost two sectors over," said Ripper.
"Where the hell did you get that map?" Velocity asked.
Ma'thon glared at Velocity. "You are not ready."
"Not ready for what?"
"The truth."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Velocity demanded.
"He says that to everybody," Ripper said. "But I trust him, and his map." He looked to Su'mit who nodded. "This is far enough away that if they built a Knossos device, no one would know it was there."
"But why would they do it?" Velocity asked. "And how the hell did the manage to change every GTVA node map."
"Sir," one of Velocity's officers said. "We've discovered who was using the station. Apparently, it was the GTVI."
"I think he just answered your question," said Ripper. "Let's get our ships upgraded, we have a lot of work to do."
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Eishtmo, 05-07-2000 09:43 PM
Vega XII - GTC Horan
Captians Log Entry
05/07/2384
Captian Todd Ripper - GTC Horan
The discovery of Knossos parts on Corbet Station was truly a shock to everyone. I can't believe anyone would want to try to reopen the node to Capella. After everything that's happened, how could they have even thought of doing it?
I'm going to take the Horan to examine the true location of the Capella jump node. I hope that they closed the operation when the war started, and the pieces here are the last sections. However, I fear that these are just spares.
To aid us, I've ordered the upgrade of all three ships, as well as the Redway and the Afyror. We've found pieces for advanced laser turrets as well as new flak cannons and anti-fighter beams. Hopefully, these upgrades will give us a chance against whoever, or whatever awaits us at the Capella node.
I've thought about skipping this and going home though. We've completed our mission. We've gathered enough evidence to prove that the Eishtmo was the Terran Quinn Lazerus, and then some. I know I still owe Da'id a list of names, but I can do that without the Horan, easily. But I believe it is our duty to check for a Shivan threat. I can only hope that the crew forgives me for what I'm ordering them to do.
End Log
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Artimus, 05-08-2000 01:05 PM
GTD Socrates
Ross 128
The old Orion class Socrates is one of the GTVA's training ships. The ship, permanently stationed in Ross 128, sees a new trainee crew every month. Only the ship's commander, Admiral Zimmer, is a permanent crew member. The Admiral was enjoying the end of a successful cruse, when the sensor station on the bridge beeped.
"Sir, there's a ship exiting subspace," a cadet said. "Elysium class."
"They're hailing us," another said.
"Let's hear it," the Admiral said.
A blast of static cut the air.
"This i...GTT Elysium calling GT...So...ates. We were attacked...quest permission to dock...we...ve...wounded."
"GTT Elysium, you are cleared to dock. We will have a med team meet you at the airlock," the Admiral said.
"Thank y...ery much. Adma...eed to see you at...ir lock."
"You need to see me at the airlock?"
"Ye..it's urgent."
"All right, I'll be there," he said.
The admiral rushed out of the bridge, and headed for the elevators. As he moved to the main airlock, he wondered what this was all about. He remembered that an Elysium was declared missing a few days ago, and with the increase of raider attacks this ship might have gotten jumped. But he thought, what was it doing way out here? He reached the airlock in time to hear the thunk of the ships docking. He heard the hiss of the airlock pressurizing, and turned to a member to the med team.
"Open it," He said.
As the door slid open, he turned to face the door. His whole body flew back as a bullet tore through his head. A quick burst of automatic weapon's fire dropped the remaining crew members. Bush, Droski, and Swintal all dashed through the airlock, followed by 20 marines.
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More later.
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Sorry, was visiting relatives yesterday and didn't have the time to post.
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Eishtmo, 05-09-2000 12:22 AM
Former Location of Vega/Capella Jump Node - GTC Horan
The Horan, transports Alpha and Omega, Redway and Afyror dropped out of subspace some distance from the destroyed jump node. Captain Ripper looked out the main screen on a blank plate of stars. "Are we picking anything up on sensors?"
"No sir," Jaminison said.
"Any comm transmissions?"
"Still scaning frequencies sir," Sission said.
Ripper looked over at Thomas. "Should we even try the sensor array?"
"We've come this far," said Thomas. "If there's nothing, then the only thing we will have waste was time."
"I could plot a course that will bring us closer to the node sir," Sandra spoke up.
"No," said Ripper. "We'll try the array first. I don't want to jump into a hornets nest. Sission, contact the others. Tell them we are go for array."
"Aye sir."
The five ships began moving around each other. The Horan moved into the center of the now forming circle. It's dish locked itself down, pointing straight for the former location of the jump node.
"I hope this works," Thomas said.
"It will sir," said Jaminison. She now began punching keys. "Initiaing array. Hold on."
Tension began to fill the bridge. Each of the five ships sensor systems were locked togeather, gathering all their data from a single point and having it recorded and amplified by the Horan's computers. "Holy cow!" Jaminison said with shock.
"What is it?" said Ripper.
"I'm picking up nine, no, ten destroyer sized masses right next to the node," Jaminison said.
"Ten!"
"As well as at least twenty 'vette masses, sixty crusier and some 700 fighters, at least."
"Good lord," Thomas said. "Where the hell did they get such a fleet?"
"I'm more worried as to why they have such a fleet," Ripper said. "Transmit the data to the others. We'll need to decide what to do next. I'll be in my quarters." Ripper turned around to see Ma'thon standing behind him. Ripper looked at him with surprise. "Something wrong?"
"I hope I am," Ma'thon said. "I hope I am."
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Velocity7, 05-10-2000 06:38 PM
5/10/2384
Damaged Vega/Capella Node
GTC Redway
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Commander Velocity 7's Log, 5/10/2384
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With the sensor array online, we've detected a giant fleet hovering around the Vega/Capella node. From what my officers tell me, there may be ten destroyers, twenty corvettes, sixty cruisers, and some 700 fighters at least. From what I believe, if we decide to attack such a band of ships, it could mean suicide. Captain Ripper, who is onboard the GTC Horan, is currently planning for our next move. I'm not sure what's going to happen next. More importantly, is the fleet's prescence near the node necessary?
My officers nearly fainted at the sight of such a giant fleet. It seems much bigger than the 3rd Fleet in Vega. I could be wrong, but they could belong to the GTVI. There must be enough evidence to prove that the GTVI is building a Knossos device with this much information. I am considering sending this data to GTVA Command, but my conscience tells me not to. I wonder why. Hopefully I'm doing the right thing. If I'm not, I hope this movement will have been not in vain.
For the next few days, I will be playing this game carefully. I don't think this will be such a good idea, but keeping my crew alive may or will be the last thing I will do in my life. In this ordeal, I hope Ripper is thinking about drawing most of the fleet away before we reach the node and attempt to do something very suicidal.
End Log
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Ice Heart, 05-11-2000 08:33 AM
(Zeta Prime Orbit)
Personal Log
Vice Admiral "Ice Heart" Harak Chontamentet
Our attack was a failure. The assault began well initially, but soon crumbled as reinforcements that had been previously unknown to my fleet appeared. There could be only one explanation as to where that Typhon-class ship had come from, it had obviously been built from the scrapped hulks that were nearby the two shipyards. The Pretender's forces were more resourceful than I had first suspected. This ship's appearance has caused me to order the crews of my own shipyards to carefully search out any hulks amongst the junk areas that could be salvaged. The results have been rather good thus far. It appears that one old Sobek and a Terran Damocles-class frigate, a relic that had been brought back here by my fleet during the Second NHOL conflict, could be salvaged. My yards have just finished turning out the NHC Resheph and the NHCv Somtus and the two shipyards which have completed those vessels are now busy attempting to restore the old Sobek and Damocles to a servicable state.
Worse, I suspect a spy somewhere in our midst. In retrospect, I can see that the Pretender had known all along that we planned to attack. He did not shift his defenses to the place he almost certainly knew we would attack, rather left it wide open in hopes of drawing us into a trap. Why that Typhon was not deployed later behind our forces to be even more effective against us is obvious, the Pretender's forces would have suffered too much damage drawing us nearer to completely seal the trap. Nonetheless, its deployment was successful, it was responsible for the destruction of two loyal Sobek corvettes which otherwise might have escaped with the rest of us. There must be some spies amongst my higher ranked personnel here aboard the Iron Fist. Could it be my Executive Officer? Even Ba-Pef I can no longer trust, though I highly doubt that he was the source of the Pretender's information.
We do have spies of our own, one of which reports a disturbing development. The Pretender is apparently modifying the NHD Wosyet, a partially completed Ramses-class destroyer, into something new. This source tells us it is called the Jagganath-class, which in our language means literally 'death wind'. Perhaps it it merely overconfidence on their part, but I suspect that this ship is being given that name for a reason.
The situation on the planet below is also deteriorating. The Pretender's forces and their geurilla-style tactics are proving tougher to quash than we had previously thought. Though we control most of the cities, the Pretender's forces have gained a following in the rural districts that makes them very hard to fight. We can send out patrols from the hamlets we control, patrols of twenty soldiers who disappear without a trace or their bodies are found a few days later, but patrols of one hundred soldiers whom report back seeing nothing of the enemy. General Sevek, the commander of my ground forces, says he is doing everything he can to root the enemy forces out and bring them to decisive battle, but this is an unfamiliar war to him as well. His fighting experience did not entail such tactics as the Pretender's forces employ, and he is having to adapt. Slowly, however, he is beginning to learn. He has formed several units which will be trained to fight in the same tactics which the Pretender's forces use, hopefully we can come to grips with our foe then.
End Log
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PeachE, 05-11-2000 08:40 PM
Admirals Log
TMCv Anatu
Subspace
I am starting to question our mission. In the beginning, our noble quest, the fight against the NHOL, was quite evident.
But recently, the line has been blurred. This has turned into a Vasudan witch-hunt. Look at us now. We're on the brink of war with the GTVA. And why?
Because we're bitter about a planet that was no more our home than Vasuda Prime. Until fairly recently, none of us had even been to Sol. Most of us still haven't. Earth is... was not our home, no more than any planet. She held some value, as the origin of our species. But she was not our home. Years ago, the elders of society labelled us the "lost generation".
Perhaps they were right. Perhaps we are lost...
End log.
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Velocity7, 05-11-2000 09:43 PM
5/11/2384
Vega XII - GTC Afyror
Vega/Capella Node
After the activation of the sensor array, the five GTVA ships stayed in their same orbit as they did a few hours ago, trying to detect any new jump signatures or reinforcements. The crew on the Afyror kept hoping that the fleet would move away while their group would be able to take control of the portal and decide then what to do with it.
"I do not see why these Terrans must try and do something about the fleet," the Vasudan captain said to himself, "it seems aggressive and senseless."
"Would you consider the fact that the Shivans might return from this move if we do not attempt to stop them?" an officer asked.
B'tok wondered for a moment. "If the GTVI thinks they can handle the situation, should we not let them?"
"Don't you remember the Hades Rebellion in 2335? Trying to re-create the Lucifer was a serious threat to the entire GTA and PVE alliance."
"...you must be right." the Vasudan spoke in his language, "We should prevent this from happening again."
B'tok sat down in his chair, awaiting a response from the Horan, but instead received a transmission from the Redway.
"Open the channel," B'tok commanded.
"Yes sir."
The screen flickered on in front of the bony eyes of the lone Vasudan.
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GTC Redway
"B'tok, you're going to have to stay in the same position you are in now." Velocity 7 said.
"Why, Terran?"
"I don't know, but Captain Ripper said so, so we might as well follow his orders. He's got a lot on his mind, but I'm not so sure what he's going to do next."
"Very well."
The screen flickered off. Velocity 7 stood up from his chair in his quarters and began his movement toward the brig.
Why the whole stall in this orbit? he thought. As soon as he got to his command console at the bridge, he began his announcement:
"Crew of the GTC Redway, please remain calm. We have been given orders to stay in this orbit around the GTC Horan. We do not know what will happen next, but please stay calm. We will get more information later on." Velocity 7 said.
A lot of commotion began running through the halls of the Redway's Aeolus cruiser. Without a doubt, the same would be going on in the Afyror and probably in the Horan as well.
What's Captain Ripper gonna say next? he thought, and what's taking him so long?
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Eishtmo, 05-12-2000 01:29 AM
Vega/Capella Knossos Device - GTD Monolith
"How long before it's here?" the Admiral shouted.
"We're waiting for an update, sir," said the comm officer.
"If only the shutdown sequence had worked," mutter a commander.
"Well it didn't," said the Admiral. "And now we'll have to take them down."
Outside, the massive fleet of Galactic Terran-Vasudan Intellegence was gathered in a semi-circle around an unmoving Knossos device. There was a sence of panic throughout the many ships, even more so on the destroyers sitting right in front of the Knossos device. Suddenly, a small group of crusiers and transports dropped out of subspace behind the armada.
"Sir, five ships have just entered the area, they're demanding to know what's going on," the comm officer called out.
"Command has found us," the commander said.
The Admiral turned to the commander. "Give them a place on the line and tell them they'll get their answers soon enough."
"What if they refuse?" the commander said.
"Damnit Snipes, do it!"
"Yes sir," Snipes replied.
"Sir, one of our fighters is coming through the node," the comm officer cried.
"Put it on the box," the Admiral said.
"It's thirty seconds behind me, you better get ready," the pilot of the fighter said. The fear in his voice was overpowering.
"Order all ships to prepare to fire on my command," the Admiral shouted.
Everyone stared at the main viewscreen. No one moved for those thirty seconds. No one even breathed. And then, the blue vortex of an opening jump hole appeared. First, came the four forward prongs, followed by the the bulge of the flak cannons, and then the front end of the Sathantas itself.
"Open fire," the Admrial yelled.
At once, every beam from every ship in that massive semi-circle fired on the Sathantas. The wall of beams ripped into the great ships hull, destroying the flak guns, tearing off the arms, riddling the hull with holes. Then, they stopped, the charge spent. The Sathantas continued to move forward, and then exploded. Every ship in the armada shook with the violent force of the shockwave. A cheer rose up on the Monolith's bridge.
The Admiral leaned back in his chair. "We did it," he said with pride.
"What about the rest of them?" Snipes said.
"Good point," the Admiral said. "Order all ships to recharge weapons and stay in formation."
"Sir, a large number of fighters are coming through," the sensor operator said.
"Order our's to engage," Snipes ordered.
"I'm reciving a message from our forces in Capella," the comm officer said. "At least two more juggernauts have made the jump."
Outside, fighters buzzed around the capitol ships like hornets. Lasers and beams flashed in the sky like the ulitmate lightshow. Flak bursted like something out of a patriotic film. Everywhere, the bright light of dying pilots could be seen.
"Here comes the first one," the sensor operator said.
"We're not ready," shouted Snipes.
"Fire," the Admrial screamed.
The beams fired again, but this time, only little more than half were up to the challange. The Sathantas turned aside, it's main weapons shattered from the assult. Seconds later, a second Sathantas appeared. The ships that hadn't fired now fired again, only to strike the rear of the first. The second opened up on the nearest ship, and then turned it's massive body towards the far side of the fleet. It's prongs bent over, and nearly touched. The red color of the ship dimmed, and a spark of energy appeared. Then the arms flung open, a pulse of green light flooded out, slamming into anything in it's path, destroying them utterly. The Admiral watched in horror as it now turned toward the Monolith.
"Do we tell GTVA Command now?" Snipes asked.
The Admrial looked at Snipes, his eyes wide with fear. "It's been a pleasure serving with you Christopher," he said.
Snipes turned toward the comm officer. "Tell GTVA Command that the Shivans are coming, now!"
"It's too late," screamed a crewman. Snipes looked up in time to see the red beam of the Sathantas rip through the bridge of the Monolith, vaporizing it.
The rest of the fleet was in panic. More Shivan ships poured through the node, each taking on another ship. Meanwhile, the five new comers jumped out, returning to Corbet Station for the final time.
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TO: ALL SHIPS
FROM: CAPTAIN TODD RIPPER, GTC HORAN
SUBJECT: SHIVAN INCURSION
Attention all ships. The Vega/Capella jump node has been reopened. Shivan forces are pouring through the node. At least two juggernaut class vessels are in Vega now. An unknown number may still be coming. All ships, put aside your differences, the greater enemy is upon us. Repeating. . .
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Just have to end on a cliffhanger.
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Monday Monday. . .
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PeachE, 05-12-2000 02:08 AM
TO: CAPTAIN TODD RIPPER, GTC HORAN
FROM: ADMIRAL NICHOLAS KOHLER, TMCV ANATU
SUBJECT: SHIVAN INCURSION
Captain Todd Ripper, please Inform the GTVA that the Terran Mirauder Battle-group, and all of her ships are at her disposal. We are prepared to submit to your orders... for the good of all kind.
Admiral Nicholas Kohler
Commander of the TMB
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Mattouf, 05-12-2000 11:28 AM
Adhara System
Adhara XI
WBD Black Panther, Command Deck
"So, they are back." General Lockhart thought aloud as his Comm officer told him of the message from Captain Ripper. "This may give us the chance we need." I only hope the GTVA will allow it to happen.
"Comm, inform GTVA command of who we are, and where we are located. Tell them that we are ready to help them fight against there enemy, and any other possible treats to them,including the Vali Allience."
"Aye sir. Transmitting now." said the Comm officer.
"Tell the other ships to be ready. We're if they want our assistance, its going to be up to us to make the run to the node to Epsilon Pegasai."
Lockhart sighed. He really wanted to test the new Guass cannon in a skirmish, but time wasn't on his side, and he knew the GTVA would need the help. Even though he once made his unit to find members of the NHOL, Vasudans, he now had a better understanding. This was going to be the chance to acheve his dream, and he wasn't going to let that chance slip away.
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Ice Heart, 05-12-2000 02:50 PM
(Vega System, GTVI fleet near the reopened Capella node)
Captain Garrett Falstaff listened with a lump of apprehension in his throat as the fighter emerged from the node. "It's thirty seconds behind me, you better get ready." The pilot said, his voice filled with fear.
A moment later, the Admiral ordered all ships to hold fire until he gave the command. For thirty seconds, all sound aside from the noises of the machines on the bridge of the Phobos ceased as the crew, like the crews aboard all the vessels in the massive blockade force, waited for the monster to appear. Then vortex of an opening jump hole appeared. First, came the four forward prongs, followed by the the bulge of the flak cannons, and then the fore section of the monolithic juggernaut.
"Open fire!" the Admiral's shouted command came over the comm, and the Phobos, joining every one of the other ships in the GTVI fleet, fired. Its forward beam cannons slashed out towards the ugly figure of the Sathanas' fore section, beams that were pinpricks to the monstrosity. But his ship was not alone the beams of both the lighter slasher types of corvettes and cruisers and the heavier boring types of destroyers slammed into the emerging juggernaut's fore section simultaneously. The charge of most of the lighter beams had been spent, leaving a jagged crisscrossing of many small trenches burned across the face of the juggernaut, but some of the heavier boring beams continued to fire for a few more seconds. When finally these too had spent their charge, the Sathanas continued to drift forward and for one terrifying moment Falstaff wondered if even that rain of fire had failed to stop the juggernaut. And then the Sathanas exploded, scattering debris and rattling even the multi-megaton destroyers with the force of its shockwave. Falstaff gripped a nearby stanchion to avoid being rattled off of his feet. He did not join in the ragged cheer that went up from his crew and could be heard over the comm with the Monolith, he only smiled grimly at their success, which was lessened by the knowledge that more followed the Sathanas that was now no more than gas and bits of debris.
"Gunnery control!" He had to shout to be heard over the jubilant bridge crew, "Gunnery Control! Shift all the power you can spare to recharging our cannons!"
The cheer began to die down as the rest of this crew heard the order. The gunnery officer, a youngster fresh from training, impetuosly started. "But sir, we took it out, why..."
Falstaff cut him off harshly. "Do you really think they will stop just because we destroyed one of their juggernauts? You may not have been more than a child during the Second Shivan Incursion, but I was there, one destroyed juggernaut is little more than a cruiser loss to them."
The gunnery officer swallowed nervously, realizing that the Captain was right. A moment after the order had been given, the order from the Admiral to do the same had come as well. The Admiral was no fool, he too realized that it would not be finished so easily.
Seconds passed and then Shivan fighters began to swarm through the node, GTVI fighters swarmed out to meet them as well and the anti-fighter beams, turrets, and flak cannons of the gathered capital ships spat at enemy fighters that came near them. Falstaff watched, waiting for what he knew would come next, waiting for the next juggernaut to come for them.
It did, the Admiral's shouted command came again and Falstaff's corvette was one of the approximately half ships that had recharged weapons in time. The fore segment of the juggernaut was shredded, its frightful gargantuan beams shattered, and it turned aside. At least its main weaponry was gone, without it it was not such a threat. And then the second juggernaut appeared. Most of the rest of the fleet fired, only their weapons had been targetted on the first Sathanas and the beams slammed into the retreating juggernaut's rear; leaving the second monster virtually unscathed. Still bleeding off velocity from its jump it fired its massive beams on the GTD Vostok, shredding the destroyer and snuffing out 10,000 lives in less than ten seconds. Then it began to turn to the far side of the fleet and Falstaff watched in fascinated horror as the prong-like arms of the juggernaut closed together, nearly touching, the red lighting of the ship faded out, and a pulsating green light appeared and began to grow. Then, suddenly, the arms flung open and the pulsing blob of light that was larger than any destroyer sped outwards, vaporizing many ships which had been caught in its path. Then it lumbered about to face the GTVI fleet command ship, the Monolith. The juggernaut fired its lethal forward beams, one of the massive red beams lanced through the bridge and the comm with the Monolith became nothing but static.
The juggernaut moved forward, no longer focusing its beams on any one ship or ships, simply lancing out at any ship. A tiny Aeolus was vaporized in the blink of an eye as the lower left beam flicked out at it. A Deimos was literally thrown to one side as the top right beam slammed into it and then through it, leaving only the extreme aft and extreme fore sections and a cloud of gas as any sign that the corvette had ever existed. More Shivan ships, these smaller but still lethal Ravana, Demon, Moloch, Rakshasa, and Lilith-class ships, poured through the node in the juggernaut's wake, assaulting the crumbling GTVI blockade with a swarm of fighters and bombers to back them up.
The gathered ships fought, taking down a number of these ships, but for every Shivan vessel that died it seemed as if two more took its place, and for every GTVI vessel that died, there was nothing to take its place. The blockade was crumbling, Falstaff realized that in five minutes it would be annihilated as still more Shivan ships streamed through the node. "Helm, how long until our jump drive is on-line?"
"One minute, fifteen seconds!" Came the reply.
"Set a course away from the node, we have to get as far away as we can!" Falstaff shouted back. One minute and ten seconds, that was all that he had to survive and he could get out of here. Falstaff was no coward, but he was a realist, if he died here it wouldn't do anything to stop the Shivans; better to escape and hopefully get word to the rest of the GTVA before it was too late. Falstaff saw on the sensor board that some of the other ships were trying to escape, while others fought desperately but ultimately in vain to stop the Shivans. A Ravana's pair of forward beams cut through a Deimos corvette, even as a full broadside from a Terran destroyer punched through the Ravana's back and out its belly. Falstaff considered himself fortunate that, aside from a comparatively weak Moloch, none of the other Shivan capital ships had noticed his fleeing corvette. The Moloch was directly to the left of his ship, slowly losing its ground thanks to the damage that had been inflicted on one of its engines. The lefthand beam of the Phobos slashed out and lengthwise across the Moloch, accompanied by fire from the turrets along the spine and the left side of the Phobos. Even the flak gunners on that side fired, the bursts aimed at punctures in the Moloch's hull to inflict maximum damage. The Moloch returned the favor in kind, firing its single still functioning beam cannon. The red beam obliterated one of the three anti-capital ship turret weapons atop the Phobos' spine, killing ten of Falstaff's crew.
Then the sensor officer alerted Falstaff. "Sir, the Moloch is launching a wing of Nephilim bombers from its hanger!"
"Gunnery!" The captain shouted. "Order our anti-fighter defenses to give top priority to those bombers and their warheads. That Moloch is too damaged to be a significant threat, target those bombers!"
A moment later, a wing of Taurvi emerged from the hangar as well. "Gunnery, target our port beam on that Moloch's launch bay!"
Turrets, flak, and anti-fighter beams slashed out towards the incoming bombers, an anti-fighter beam punched through a Taurvi and a Nephilim went down as a flurry of laser turret shots slapped into its fore. Another Nephilim was literally chewed apart by flak fire. The remaining bombers launched their bombs and pulled up to make another run. The emphasis shifted to shooting down the incoming projectiles. Falstaff felt sweat bead on his forehead as he watched the ten incoming bombs on his sensors. One, two, three, four, five, and finally six of the bombs were destroyed, the other four surviving to impact across the port side of the ship.
"Damage report!" Falstaff shouted.
"Breaches on decks 12 through 15, we've lost one of our flak turrets and two of our anti-fighter laser turrets on port side as well. We've got repair teams on it now." He nodded with a grim frown on his face, his crew was mostly new to this job but his Chief Officer was an old veteran and was seeing to it that these newbies survived.
Falstaff was about to ask his Gunnery Officer how they were doing with that fighterbay when the question was answered. The green beam slashed out and directly into the fighterbay, leaving it a twisted lump of metal when it passed. "Good shooting, Gunnery." Now that the Moloch no longer had a fighter bay, they wouldn't have to worry about more bombs, at least not from it.
Helm informed him the drive would be on-line in fifteen seconds. The bombers were on their next run, this time more wary and managing to avoid suffering any casualties from his gunners. Their bombs came on, one went down two hundred meters from the Phobos, then another one hundred twenty meters from the corvette. Then the Phobos leapt into subspace, the other eight bombs that would have impacted the ship flying harmlessly through the area it had previously occupied...
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PeachE, 05-12-2000 07:32 PM
Admiral's Log
GTCv Anatu
Ross 128
Latest news reports claim heavy losses at the front in Vega. According to one source, the blockade was ripped through as Sathanas' and Ravana's poured through the jump node.
We have been ordered by the GTVA to await for further orders. How typical. It is obvious that they do not have complete trust in us... but I can't say that I blame them.
I have no intention of remaining in Ross 128 awaiting orders, however. This is where the Shivans first appeared. No one can convince me that they cannot appear there again. I am moving the fleet to Beta Aquilae.
There, and only there, will I continue to wait for my orders. I will also express my fears to some of the GTVA locals. No doubt, they will dismiss it as the banterring of an old fool who, in his heights of madness, separated from the GTVA on some impossible quest.
But at least... I will be heard.
No one can hear you when you're dead.
End Log
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Artimus, 05-12-2000 07:54 PM
GTD Socrates
Ross 128
The small strike force swept throughout the ship, cutting down the weak resistance when it showed it self. With every passing minute, they made their way to their ultimate goal-the Orion's bridge.
The cadet commander could hear gunfire echoing down the ships halls, getting ever closer. He ordered the bridge's doors sealed.
The team rounded a corner and sighted their objective. The two guards were dropped with head shots, never getting off a shot. A trooper located a computer terminal near the door and inserted a disk. The program ran for a few seconds, while the team took up positions around the door. The computer chirped, and the door opened. As the door slid open, gas containers were fired into the room. The cadets were caught in a dark cloud of poison gas. They hit the floor with a thunk. The team entered, their masks giving them protection, and started to work.
Several troopers dropped packs, and grabbed metal plates and hand welders from them. They then set to work welding them over the bridge vents. The bridge door was closed and re-sealed. As this work progressed, Bush sat at a terminal and inserted the disk. Accessing the disk, he ran program the program it contained. The computer hummed for a minute. A screen cam up -'Run? y/n'
"All done?" Bush asked.
"Sealed," Droski replied.
Bush hit 'Y.' All throughout the ship, doors slid open. The bridge door was the only one to remain closed. As the airlocks slid open, the ship began to de-pressurize. All objects not bolted down were flown out into space, along with the surviving trainee crew. After two minutes, the doors slid closed, and the computer flashed 'finished.'
"Access the reserve tanks." Bush said "Get some air in this thing."
All GTVA ships come with reserve oxygen tanks incase of air loss. However, they are not capable of filling and entire destroyer.
"I have signaled the Caerus," Swintal said. "They're coming with the rest of the air."
Bush smiled. He had his ship.
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HeX, 05-12-2000 08:04 PM
the Anatu
Ross 128 System
Xavier Regalla glared out the view port of the Argo Transport he and the other new officers were being transferred in. Outside lay the bulk of the Anatu, command ship of the TMB. Xavier smiled grimly as the ship loomed before him, to think that the TMB had at one time been the adversaries of the GTVA. He slipped a data pad out of his brand new Engineer uniform's pocket and reviewed his orders from GTVA intelligence. He loved these covert operations, they involved the perfect mix of danger, skill and opportunity for ensuring classified data stayed classifed. Intelligence had ordered him to board a transport along with several new replacement operatives for the Anatu. He had choosen the position of Engineer because of his close proximity to the various inner workings of the Anatu, giving him the ability to make any alterations he needed to personal logs, sensors, and flight assignments as well as the nearness to various people that might need to be "silenced". The TMB may have become the GTVA's new allies but that didn't mean the GTVA didn't want them carefully observed and regulated.
The Argo docked with the Anatu and Regalla, after being welcomed aboard and giving directions to his station, stepped into the behemoth's massive hull. He quickly made his way down towards the engineering deck and found an isolated work station through a nearby doorway. Regalla rolled up his sleeve and removed a small device which he plugged into the station's port. The device quickly overrode the sequrity commands and within moments, Regalla had total viewing of all the information and systems that were contained within the Anatu's main computer. As he scrolled through the various classified data files and stored the important information for transmission back to HQ, the door behind him opened and in stepped one of the ship's other engineering personel.
"Hey there," the young engineer said enthusiasticly, "You must be new here. Welcome aboard!"
"Thanks," Regalla grunted as he tried to shut down the console, "Can I do something for you?"
"Nah just meeting all the new people. Hey! That looks like the main database! How did you access that?"
"Easily! Come and I'll show you," Regalla said motioning the man over to the console. The young engineer stepped forward and Regalla injected him with a powerful poison from an injector hidden in his wrist-communicator. The ensign slumped to the deck and Regalla quickly moved the body where it wouldn't be easily seen. He would dispose of it later but now he had to report to his duty station. There would be time later to alter the man's record, a sudden transfer to a GTVA installation should account for his dissapearance. Regalla re-hid the device he used to access the main database and continued on towards engineering.
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Eishtmo, 05-12-2000 09:52 PM
Vega XII - GTC Horan
Ripper sat in his office, filling out a full report for Command. In the window behind him floated Vega XII, silent in the darkness of space. Suddenly, the office door beeped. "Come in," said Ripper. Ma'thon entered the room, stooping so he didn't bump his head on the door. Ripper looked up. "What can I do for you Ma'thon?"
The Vasudan stood in front of his desk. "We have much work ahead of us."
"No we don't," Ripper said. "I've done my duty, and now I'm going home."
"What about the Shivans?"
"Screw the Shivans," Ripper said. "Once we deliver the evidence, I'm going home, and there isn't a force in the galaxy that could stop me. Not even the Shivans."
"But there are still many things to be learned," Ma'thon protested.
"We've learned all we need," Ripper said. "We have more than a enough evidence to prove that the Eishtmo is Quinn Lazerus. I don't want to know more about the man."
Ma'thon looked down in dispair. "Not even if it will save your species, and mine."
Ripper put down his pen. "What do you mean?"
"I cannot tell you, yet," Ma'thon said. "However, what I can tell you is that it will be the Eishtmo's absolution, and your salvation."
Ripper looked up at the tall Vasudan. He then closed his eyes and sighed. "Assuming I go along with this, where would we have to go?"
Ma'thon placed a small data disk on the desk. "Fifteen years ago, the Eishtmo left known space. Eventually, he built a home for his people. That is where we must go."
"And where is that?"
"I cannot tell you," Ma'thon said. "However, we must go to where this all started."
Ripper frowned. "Tau Sigma."
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Velocity entered the cramped confines of transport Omega. Ripper stood there, a crewman holding a box next to him. "What's up?" Velocity said.
"Velocity," said Ripper. "You've been a big help, but now it's time for us to part." Ripper motioned to the box. "I need you to do one last thing for me. Deliver this box to the Beta Aquilea War Crimes Tribunal, specifically, Lead Prosecuter Judith Louis. Tell her it's from me, she'll know what it is."
"What's going on Ripper?" Velocity asked. "What's in the box? Where are you going?"
"Um," Ripper stalled.
Suddenly, Ma'thon walked forward. "Where we are going, you are not ready to know. What is in the box, only you can decide if you are ready."
"I couldn't have said it better," said Ripper.
Velocity just looked at them both. "I hope you know what you're doing," he said as he ordered one of his crewmembers to take the box.
"Me too," said Ripper.
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So, how's everyone who's reading it liking it so far? There are some of you reading it, aren't there? Eh, no matter. Later.
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FORWARD!
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Ice Heart, 05-12-2000 10:18 PM
(Zeta Prime Orbit, bridge of the NHD Iron Fist)
The NHD Djebauti, one of the Pretender's destroyers, was finally destroyed as the Anubis' potent main beam punched through the Djebauti's hull and through the many decks to the reactor room. The battered ship exploded violently, scattering debris in all directions and its shockwave swallowing both Pretender and Loyalist fighters and bombers which had been too near the ship.
Harak's own Iron Fist was engaged in a slugging match with the NHD Ennead, a Pretender Mentu, and a Pretender Sobek. The Pretender's fleet had launched a counter-attack a mere day after Harak's own assault had failed. They had attacked with a large amount of their forces, throwing all three of their Ramses destroyers and three quarters of their smaller Sobek corvettes and Mentu-cruisers against Harak's forces. The remainder of the smaller ships and the Pretender's reconstructed Typhon were left to guard the Pretender's shipyards against any possible counter-assault by Harak's forces. A very good plan, one which ensured Harak was reacting to them, rather than dictating the battle on his own terms.
Harak smiled grimly as the Djebauti finally went down, that ship had taken a severe pounding, just as it was designed to do. It had taken the Anubis combined with the NHD Abydos, NHCv Am-heh, NHCv Imiut, and a steady stream of bombs from the Anubis and Abydos' bomber wings to finally get the ship down. Aside from the Iron Fist, the Ramses was the toughest Vasudan destroyer type every developed, though it lacked the firepower of the ultra-high powered main beams of the Iron Fist and Anubis, it made up for that with being even stronger and having its beams positioned so that at least two to could be brought bear no matter what side the enemy attacked the ship from. This was an advantage over both the Anubis and the Iron Fist, both modified Hatshepsuts which were least defended from their belly and aft areas. The Djebauti's death came at a price, for as he watched the NHD Behedti, a Pretender allied Ramses, fired the four beams it could bring to bear forward into a Loyalist Sobek. The loyal NHCv Amathaunta, which had until then sustained only mild damage, was literally cut in half by the withering beam fire, which had been well aimed on the slim central shaft of the corvette. The two parts drifted away from one another; spewing gas, debris, and bodies out of the gaping holes. The NHC Mert-sekert fired its belly-mounted anti-capital ship beams into the aft segment. The beams hit the exposed area, chewing through the exposed decks and finding the reactor core. The core exploded, vaporizing most of the drifting aft section while the helpless fore segment continued its drift, ignored and no longer a threat.
"Sir, main beam has recharged!" The gunnery officer aboard the Iron Fist shouted.
"Hit the Ennead with it again. Communications, contact the Anubis. Tell them to come about and bring their main beam to bear on the Ennead as well." Harak ordered.
The beam powered up, then flashed out at the Ennead. The Shivan-tech influenced redish-yellow beam slammed into the port side of the Ennead, boring into the tough hull plating. It had beed off target slightly, the shot was meant for the already weakened section where the Iron Fist's first beam shot had landed. Nonetheless, it did some damage to the destroyer. The Ennead returned the favor in kind, firing its two portside beams and the dorsal beam into Iron Fist's face. One hit dangerously close to the bridge, obliterating a flak turret nearby but not penetrating the bridge. Harak flexed his prosthetic arm, a reminder of a similar incident during the Second NHOL Conflict. That beam had hit the bridge, he had lost his arm to a secondary explosion caused by the shot.
The Anubis was slowly lumbering about to bring its own main beam against the Ennead. As it maneuvered, its dorsal and rear mounted beams lanced out at the Ennead, hitting it on its starboard side. Another thirty seconds or so and the Anubis would be lined up to fire its heavy main beam at the Ennead. Excellent, if they could take down another of the Pretender's destroyers, they could turn this surprise attack into a victory.
The seconds ticked by as battle raged around and nearby the Iron Fist. The Anubis was in position, from the bridge of the Iron Fist Harak could see the main beam of the Anubis powering up. Ten seconds after that, Harak's ship should have its own beam recharged. Then, a moment before the Anubis was going to unleash its beam, the Ennead jumped out of the area. The beam meant for it slashed through empty space to slam into a Loyalist Mentu cruiser that had been above and to starboard of the Iron Fist. Harak swore, a clever maneuver that had been. Using one of his own weapons to destroy one of his own ships. Harak noted that the last Pretender destroyer was pulling out, along with almost all of the corvettes and cruisers.
Except one, a tiny Aten that the Pretender's shipyards had obviously pulled from the junkyards. This Aten sped forward at an astounding velocity of 85m/s, sped towards the construction dock that held the NHD Unut, a Ramses-class destroyer under construction. Harak realized the tactic even before he heard the maniacal shout over comm. "Death to the Unbeliever!" A wild-eyed Vasudan shouted into the commscreen on the little Aten.
"Stop that ship!" Harak ordered. Anti-capital ship beams and turrets tried to hit it, any of the beams hitting would have been sufficient to destroy the little cruiser, but it travelled at a velocity above that which the anti-capship beams could effectively track. A few turret rounds hit home, tearing holes in the thin, deteriorating armor of the old ship; but it was not enough. The Aten hit home, it had been stuffed with volatile explosives and its explosion tore into the Unut, through the exposed internal structure which had yet been reinforced or covered with armor. The explosion touched off the reactor and the Unut, along with its construction dock and all the construction vessels nearby, were destroyed in a blast. A large chunk of debris from the construction dock slammed into the nearby Karnak installation and tore a great hole in the facility's side.
Harak slumped into his chair. The Pretender had done it again, Harak had bloodied his nose by destroying the Djebauti, but the Unut, which would likely have made it possible for Harak's forces to simply overrun the Pretender's forces, had been destroyed. Along with the expensive construction dock and the irreplaceable loss of skilled construction personnel.
The Pretender's ground based forces had launched a simultaneous attack on the planet below but fortunately they had been repulsed with heavy losses to the Pretender's forces, thanks to the recent training of General Sevek's special operations units. But the loss of the shipyard more than compensated for the good news of the repulsing of the Pretender's ground offensive.
Harak sighed. This war will not be over in a mere month, or two months. Harak thought. It will drag on, drag on until we have bled ourselves white killing each other. What then should our GTVA foes stumble upon us?.
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PeachE, 05-13-2000 12:45 AM
Admirals Log
GTVCv Anatu
Beta Aquilae
Right before our scheduled departure from Ross 128, we recieved orders from the GTVA. Apparently, they had heard of some our losses in recent attacks. A troop transport was sent with reenforcements for us, a peace offering if you will.
The orders are quite clear and to the point. Civil strife is to be put aside. The war has begun.
End Log
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Bridge, put me through on audio to the other ships and activate the intercom on all levels of the Anatu.
"Yes Admiral"
[A communications officer flipped a few dials and raised the other ships in the battle group. The Admiral would speak to his crew.]
My fellow Terrans, as you all know, an alliance has been arranged between us and the GTVA. We have agreed to put aside our differences for the benefit of all kind. What you may not know is the reason why.
A short time ago, the Vega node to Capella was reopened, and Shivan warships have begun to reenter the Vega system, Shivan Juggernauts, known as Sathanas', have come through, as well as several Ravanas and Molochs. Now, some of you have never seen a Shivan, most of you in fact. But this is a new crew. It is to be expected. So, for the benefit of those who have never faced a Shivan, the technical databases and libraries have been updated as necessary. I want you to be familiar with every aspect of a Shivan ship before we get where we're going.
Our orders, for now, are to remain in Beta Aquilae. A GTVA Deimos Class Corvette, the Phobos, will be rendevouzing with us here. From here on in, consider them part of the fleet. New officers and crew arrived yesterday as replacements. Make them feel at home. I don't want any grudges being held in my ships.
When the Phobos arrives, we have been ordered to head immediately for Vega, where we will proceed to hastily wipe every Shivan son of a ***** we find off the starmap.
[The cheers go up in all the ships. The Admiral can hear his crew yelling from the decks below him. He smiles and pauses for a short while]
You should know one thing, there will probably be Vasudans on board the Phobos. Deal with it! Now, I don't expect you to like it. I don't expect you to leap for joy at the prospect of having to work side by side with the species you have come to call your enemy. What I do expect is for you to act like soldiers! We have a mission! You will carry it out! Our survival, the survival of the human race, depends on it.
Let me close by emphasizing the severity of our situation. We are going into battle with the fiercest species man has ever met! If you see a Shivan ship, destroy it. If you hessitate... you're already too late.
That is all.
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Ice Heart, 05-13-2000 09:05 AM
(Vega System, near the Beta Aquilae jump node)
A subspace vortex opened and the Phobos emerged. The corvette and its crew waited nervously for its subspace drive to recharge for an inter-sytem jump to Beta Aquilae. Beta Aquilae was the most likely route for any other escaping GTVI ships to follow. None emerged. No Shivans emerged either. The sensors on a Deimos corvette were not good enough to sweep an entire system, but they could pick up the area where the losing battle for the node was being fought. It registered as a huge bulge of energy, the energy expended from firing beam and turret weapons.
Falstaff had been in the GTVI most of his life, much of his career had been spent aboard this very ship, but aside from Capella he had never before witnessed a slaughter of such magnitude. The GTVI ships that had remained had inflicted a number of casualties on the Shivan force, but the Shivans could afford the casualties. The GTVI and the Alliance as a whole could not.
Falstaff cursed the stupidity of his superiors. They should have more thoroughly tested the shut down mechanism, else this may not have happened. He agreed that they needed to stay abreast of what was happening in that sealed off system, but he also thought that they should have been much more cautious. Now they had unleashed a third Shivan assault on their worlds at a time when the Alliance was least prepared. They had been weakened by the Second NHOL War, and finally outright war between the quarrelsome Alliance and the SDF had broken out. So much for hindsight, he thought bitterly.
"Helm, how long until we can make the jump to Beta Aquilae?"
"Four minutes, sir."
He turned to his comm officer. "Communications, get a message off to Command ASAP, tell them that Capella is reopened and the Shivans are coming. Record it, set it to loop over and over again until we receive a reply from Command."
"But sir, our operations there were secret." The officer replied.
"I don't give a damn anymore. Do you think they will really care about our rogue operations with the threat of genocide knocking again at the door? They have to be warned."
The officer bent to his task and Garrett glanced back at his sensor display, the intense energy field seemed to be lessening in its intensity, undoubtedly because the final remnants of the GTVI fleet were being mopped up. In another minute or two he imagined that the annihilation would be complete and the Shivans would then spread to leave the system. He only hoped that they would not spread towards the Beta Aquilae node before he left.
A minute later, they received a communication, not from Command but a different source:
TO: ALL SHIPS
FROM: CAPTAIN TODD RIPPER, GTC HORAN
SUBJECT: SHIVAN INCURSION
Attention all ships. The Vega/Capella jump node has been reopened. Shivan forces are pouring through the node. At least two juggernaut class vessels are in Vega now. An unknown number may still be coming. All ships, put aside your differences, the greater enemy is upon us. Repeating. . .
Falstaff remembered hearing about the Horan, it must have been amongst those five ships that had jumped in on the operation shortly before the destruction began. At least there was one more survivor.
Shortly thereafter, they received another communication, this one from a group calling itself the Terran Marauder Battle-group, former enemies now turned allies of the GTVA. They had requested that the Phobos rendezvous with them. Falstaff decided he would follow those orders, but he would enter the area cautiously, ready to depart at the first sign of trouble. He had a few Vasudan crewmembers and he knew of the TMB's hate for Vasudans, if they showed any sign of attacking him, the Phobos would jump out and inform Command ASAP that the TMB was no longer an ally...
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Velocity7, 05-13-2000 11:47 AM
5/13/2384, 1000 hours
GTC Horan -- Bridge
Vasuda/Antares Jump Node
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With the Horan on their journey to Tau Sigma, the Redway and the Afyror left for the Beta Aquilae War Tribunal Court to deliver whatever is inside the box. Although Velocity 7 was curious, his conscience tells him not to open it.
The Aeolus and Mentu cruisers headed towards the Antares jump node when suddenly a transmission popped up in front of the GTC Redway's screen. Also, some corvettes blocked the node.
"You are not authorized to proceed to Antares," a man said.
Velocity 7 frowned. "Who are you?"
"An officer of GTVA Command. Turn your ships around and go back wherever you came from."
"This is the GTC Redway currently coming with the GVC Afyror, delivering something regarding the Eishtmo to the Beta Aquilae War Crimes Tribunal."
"...what is it?"
"I do not know. I haven't even checked inside. All I have been told from Captain Ripper, commander of the GTC Horan, is to bring this to Beta Aquilae by all means."
"Please give me a moment." the screen went on a hold. Then the screen split in half, and a transmission from the Afyror opened.
"Terran," B'tok asked, "why the stall?"
"Command wants us to hold on a second before authorizing us to go ahead. Leaving Vasuda without authorization can be a serious crime, you know."
"I understand, but why send a small box? What does this have to do with...the Eishtmo?"
"Frankly, I don't know. I only hope Captain Ripper makes it to wherever he's going to, and if I'm lucky enough, I'll follow behind him."
"I see."
The screen from GTVA Command went on again. "Redway and Afyror, you may proceed. Be sure not to bring bombs or anything."
"Like I would," Velocity 7 frowned yet again.
After both screens went off, the cruisers broke off their blockade and the Redway and Afyror resumed their journey to Beta Aquilae.
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Commander Velocity 7's Log
5/13/2384, 1200 hours
I still do not know why Ma'thon said. "What is in the box, only you can decide if you are ready." What does he mean by that? If I only realized what danger the box holds, then I would ask myself the question, "Am I ready?" Now the Shivans have returned due to the GTVI's idiocy, and with the GTVA and SDF civil wars still going on, we may actually have our second Great War happen again. If the GTVA does not come up with a new super destroyer soon, we may become extinct. In any other case, I will deliver this box to the Beta Aquilae War Crimes Tribunal. Afterwards, I'll contact the Horan using the Beta Aquilae Communications Terminal. Hopefully, I'll find some answers...
End log
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Mattouf, 05-13-2000 01:52 PM
Adhara System
Adhara XI
WBD Red Dragon
General Todd Blackman entered the bridge of the modified Hecate destroyer. Supreme General Lockhart had given him command of the ship, especially because the GTVA are allowing them to come back and help. However, the Wolf's Brigade has to get there on their own. That means running right through the Vali Allience. He only hoped there would only be a small force guarding the node at Adhara I. Another worry of his was that the ship was only modestly armed. There was an untested Gauss cannon on the corvette Jaguar, and one being installed on his ship. However, it would not be fully functional until a time after they broke though the blockade, if they survived.
"Sir, Supreme General Lockhart has ordered the whole fleet to jump to Adhara I and have all weapons ready."
"Thank you. Engage engines."
"Aye, sir. Engaging." said the helmsman.
The whole Wolf's Brigade fleet slipped into subspace, leaving their home once and for all.
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Adhara I
The fleet exited subspace on the far side of a planet. On the other side was the node to Epsilon Pegasi. So far, only a few ships were detected, although the planet most likely blocked the signatures of more of them. Only a destroyer and two Aurora Corvettes of the Vali Allience were detected. Lockhart hoped that there would not be many more than that.
WBCv Jaguar
Bridge
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"Lockhart has granted us permission to test the Gauss cannon. We are permitted to find a lone cruiser if possible, fire, then retreat."
"Thank you," said Commodore Phelan Raiko, "Helm, move us to the other side of the planet, as far away from the node as possible. Weapons, arm the Gauss cannon."
As the Jaguar began to move, two doors began to open up on the front-top of the corvette. A tube-like projection slowly moved out a little, and then lit up to a pale blue, as it waited for its target.
The corvette had not gone far when a stay Vali AWACS ship came around the planet, most likely to find out who just jumped in. Suddenly, the pale blue turned bright red as a huge mass followed by a red brown cloud shot out.
VAAwacs Scouter
Crew Quarters
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Two of the four crew members were unsuccessfuly trying to rest as there two companions took over and took the ship to investigate the mass of ships had jumped in. Life was very boring for the AWACS crew, nothing very interesting ever seemed to happen, until now.
"Joe, Dave, get up here now!" came a desperate voice over the speaker.
"Wha.....you want us wher....?" said Dave as he fell out of the bed.
His fall was harder than usual, because just at that time, the whole ship shook violently, from the shot from the Gauss. He could hear the huge dish on top start to twist off and slice into the bridge. The ship was spinning, he could tell. He also knew that more than half the ship was probably gone now. He could feel the vacuum of space start to pull him out. Then the huge dish came slicing through..........
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PeachE, 05-15-2000 10:48 AM
GTCv Anatu
Beta Aquilae
Recon, when is that patrol fighter do back?
"Any minute Admiral."
Good. Have Ensign Madison report to me immediately upon his return.
"Yes sir... Sir, enemy ship on scanner! Mara class, coming in fast!"
Only one? That's not right. Run a diagnostics. Mara's never fly alone.
"Diagnostics complete. All systems in order."
Get confirmation. Have the escort fighters fly over there and get visual confirmation
"Negative. Communications with the fighters is failing... Testing... Our system is fine. Attempting to communicate with the intruder... Intruder will not answer."
You mean cannot. That we know, Shivans cannot communicate with us.
"Sir, reading faint EM signatures coming from the fighter. She's firing on us."
Why would a single fighter take on a fleet? She must be attempting a kamikaze. Gunner, point a turret at that thing and blow her out of space.
"Aye sir. Missile away... Direct hit."
"Shivan ship has dissappeared off of scanners. Nothing left but debri."
"Communications have reopened with the escort ships. Something must have been jamming them. I'll get them over there and have them do a full scan of the debri... Full scan complete. Indicates..."
Well, what is it?
"Sir. Scan indicates Terran Debri. It's been confirmed. Ensign Madison's patrol ship."
Get the debri on board. Have the engineering staff take a look at it. Have them investigate the escort fighters when they get back as well. If there's a body, send it to the medical engineers. I want a full investigation... I don't want this getting out. No communications with the other ships except by my authorization! No transports off of this ship without my authorization! When the escort returns, have those pilots confined to quarters until we know what we're dealing with! Bridge, I can count on you all to keep this to yourselves, can't I?... Good. That is all.
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HeX, 05-15-2000 11:53 AM
GTVI OVERIDE COMPLETE
TRANSMISSION SECURED
DESTINATION: GTVI Outpost, Vega System
FROM: Commander Xavier Regalla
RE: Possible Code 6 (detection of operation)
This is Commander Xavier Regalla to GTVI outpost Palomedies, we have a possible code 6 in effect. A patrol ship from the Anatu stumbled upon GTVI CovOp Omicron-45B in the Vega system. Fortunately, through the use of remote altered systems and communication cut-offs onboard the fighter, I was able to cause the elimination of the pilot before he could report his findings. Unfortunately some debris and a few genetic samples survived the incident and while I was able to tamper with the findings to prevent detection, it is possible that they will discover my presence here. I recommend a rendevous point be established somewhere nearby incase of detection where escape may become needed. I will also not transmit any of my findings aboard the Anatu except in person under GTVI Code of Operations 12, the protection of unclassified information.
On another note, I noticed we are being joined by the Phobos. Please inform the captain of my presence here and to think twice before firing in the case of the Anatu going renegade. I will try to transmit again in the near future.
END TRANSMISSION
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Regalla shut down the rigged communications port and quickly erased all indications of his activity. He turned and watched below as the pieces of debris from the downed patrol ship were carted off to be stored in the cargo bay. Regalla frowned and left the engineering bay to head for the terminal he had designated as his center of operations. He made a note to alter the data on the crate containing the debris to ensure it was destroyed rather then stored. Slipping into the rarely used room containing the terminal he inserted his de-coding device into the slot and was once again presented with the entire ship's functions. He brought up one of his visual/audio bugs planted in the Admiral's office and waited, soon the Admiral would make one of his log entries concerning the incident. Regalla smiled, with a little tampering that log could be the very thing he was looking for, evidence to bring about the elimination of the TMB...for good.
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Eishtmo, 05-15-2000 03:18 PM
*GTVA Command Conference Call*
"Nice to see you all could attend," said the GTVA Senior Security Advisor.
"Like we had much of a choice," muttered one of the Admirals.
"You're right," the Advisor said. "You didn't. Well, if you're all ready, I'll begin the briefing session." The screen shifted as a node map display appeared.
"As of 1500 hrs today, the SDF had total control of Delta Serprentis and partial control of Beta Aquilea and Talnia. However, with the recent Shivan incursion, the SDF has offered a cease fire and temporary joint venture against the Shivans. Unfortuantly, many SDF vessels have refused these orders, and are contiuning to attack GTVA vessels, especially Vasudan warships and transports. Primarily amoung these ships is the SDD Olympus, which seems to be leading the rebel forces. SDF Command has made a less than enthusiatic effort to bring these ships under control."
"Just like the SDF," a General said.
The Advisor sighed. "Regardless, their forces are small. Other than them, several mercenary and anti-NHOL groups have offered to join us. The few that have refused seem to have joined the rebel SDF forces. We should be able to handle them. For the time being, our true concern should be the Shivans." The node map closed in on the Vega system. "Currently, the Shivans are gathering their forces in Vega. They have only made minor assults through the Vega nodes to our systems, but we can be assured that they are simply biding their time until their forces can mount a serious attack against us. We have little information about their size and strength in Capella, however messages intercepted between GTVI forces indicate that it is quite large."
"By the way," yelled one of the Admirals. "Why the hell was the GTVI trying to open the node anyways?"
The GTVI chief gulped. "Well, er, it was believed to be necessary."
"Necessary to wipe out our entire species!" the same Admiral yelled.
"Calm down people," the Advisor said. "We'll be able to place blame after we defeat the Shivans."
"If we beat the Shivans," yet another Admiral muttered.
The Advisor looked at the box containing the Admirals face, and then continued. "All of our forces are currently gathering in Deneb, Beta Aquilae, and Talnia to blockade the Shivans in Vega. Our best hope at this point is to contain them until we can get to and destroy the Knossos device, and the Capella node."
"Why don't we just close off the Vega nodes, that would put a stop to them," a fourth Admrial suggested.
"Are you mad?" said a military advisor. "If we close off those nodes, there'd be only the Vasuda/Antares node connecting the two halves of the GTVA, and if something happened to that connection. . ."
"The Security Council has already rejected that plan," the Advisor said. "We've lost two systems to the Shivans, and they'll be damned if they'll lose another." The Security Advisor sat up and took a breath. "We're currently working on a plan to destroy the Capella node much like we did the first time. However, the Shivan forces in Vega have made a direct assult impossible at the moment." One of the Admrials chuckled. "What's so funny Admiral Lucas."
"Well," Lucas said. "I was just thinking that if we had a ship like the Victorious on our side, it would be a cake walk to take out that node."
"We don't have the Victorious," teased the General. "Even if we had the Victorious, the SDF would string us up for even thinking of using the damn thing."
"Actually," said the Advisor. "We may just have the next best thing. Shortly before hostilities between the GTVA and SDF broke out, a cruiser known as the GTC Horan fought it's way out of Sol with an escape pod from the Victorious. A later report indicated that it could be the Eishtmo himself."
All of the Command officers began talking at once. "That's impossible," one finally shouted out.
"Calm down people," said the Advisor. "We don't believe that the Eishtmo is acutally aboard the Horan. However, it is possible that the schematics for the Victorious might be. With those, we can at the very least dublicate the ships main cannon and use it against the Shivans."
"That's one hell of a long shot," the military advisor said.
"Perhaps," said the Advisor. "But we must try at least. As such, I've contacted the VAD Axion and asked that it help track down the Horan, and retrieve any and all information regarding the Eishtmo and the Victorious."
"The Vali Alliance!" shouted the General. "They're almost as bad as the SDF, the damn traitors."
"General!" the Advisor shouted. "You know damn well that at this moment the Axion is one of the most powerful warships in the GTVA. From what we can tell, every ship opposed to the NHOL is after the Horan, and the Axion maybe the only one capable of finding and protecting her." The Advisor sat up again to cool down.
"Still," Lucas said. "With a warship as powerful as the Axion, we should put it on the front lines, where it would be truly productive."
"I wouldn't want that ship on the front lines," said the first Admiral. "Chances are that if our people found out about it, they'd attack the Axion."
"That was our thoughts exactly," said the Advisor. "Now, we will keep you updated on further developments. Remember, the Horan operation is classified. This meeting is dismissed."
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PeachE, 05-16-2000 12:37 AM
GTCv Anatu
Beta Aquilae
[Admiral Kohler is having a discussion with a Security Officer]
So, what exactly happened this morning?
"A lot."
Well, let's start with the beginning.
"Okay. After a full day of diagnostics testing, we've discovered that the IFF signature of Ensign Madison's ship were changed in the main database to show a Shivan Mara on scanners. He was picked out specifically. It was no glitch. This was deliberate."
What about the escort fighters?
"Apparently, whoever did this figured out who would be flying escort this morning and sabotaged the communications systems of the fighters. That way, we couldn't couldn't ask them to for a visual confirmation."
The shots?
"All reports show the EM signatures on the scanners to be falsified. No damage was done to any ship. The confined escort pilots report they didn't see any shots."
Communication with Madison's fighter?
"Undetermined. The debri tells us next to nothing. However, we have come up with the most probable conclusion. It's impossible that Madison's fighter was sabotaged like the others. Communications were being run between the Anatu and the fighter all morning. We suspect that whoever did this jammed communications while it was actually happening. Which means that the person had access to the communications panel and was on board at the time. So, we ran a check on who was off-duty, who was on board, and who had access to the communications panel at the time. Unfortunately, this proved futile. The list is a couple hundred names long."
So, we don't know.
"No sir."
What do you think?
"I believe it's probably one of the new crew members. We've been having rather strange occurences since the reenforcements arrived. Small thefts. Unidentifiable data accesses, dismissed as glitches until this morning. Things like that. One of the engineering officers was even unexpectedly transferred to Delta Serpentis. Now, if you assume that it is one of the reenforcements, came in one one of the last reenforcements, we can limit the list to a few dozen people."
Hmmm... Interesting. But I don't think we can limit it to the new officers or crew. That was about the same time I announced that we were rejoining the GTVA and that we might be having some Vasudan company... Speaking of which, any news on the Phobos?
"No sir. She's a day late. No word from her since she agreed to join the battle group."
Interesting... No. I don't think we can rule out an angry crew member. Keep me posted on the investigation, and keep all of this to yourself.
"Yes sir. If that is all sir?"
Yes, yes. That's all. Dismissed.
Computer, begin log.
[beep]
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Admirals Log
GTCv Anatu
Beta Aquilae
The investigation of this morning's incident looks futile. While the list of suspects has been shortened, it is still far too long. Whoever it was, they knew what they were doing. This was a pro. And only Intelligence specializes in this type of thing. What are they up too?
Security thinks that some of the communications jamming was handled from within the Anatu. Tomorrow, I'll order the computer engineering staff to go through the entries one by one. The entries have probably been deleted by now, but there is a chance. Maybe I'll put that new engineer, Mason, on the job. He seems very knowledgable and has an impeccable record. This will be a good job for him to start with.
No matter how much Security doesn't want to admit it, I think it's obvious that this guy got away with it this time. But eventually, I'll get him. And when I do, I'll christen the bow of this ship with his skull.
Computer, End Log.
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Computer, add a task to the morning duties of Lt Commander Mason, Engineering officer. Have him search the computer entries for evidence on this investigation.
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More tomorrow. Laters.
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Ending page 3 today.
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HeX, 05-16-2000 07:19 PM
Regalla smiled to himself as he went through the file system, "searching" for any irregularities. It was a true irony that the Admiral would want Regalla, or Lt. Commander Mason as he was known on the Anatu, to look for the very tampering Regalla himself had caused. Xavier Regalla flipped through the files making sure none of his tampering could be spotted. There was the occasional irregularity but not anything that couldn't be dismissed as a glitch. Regalla looked around to make sure no one was nearby and then pulled out his decoding device and slid it into a slot on the console. With speed and efficiency he brought up copies of the data from the debris analysis and began editing. He didn't try to delete the information but instead tried to make it look deliberately altered and marked by the Admiral's computer signature. Regalla smiled, this would look nice to the higher-ups at GTVI HQ. Regalla edited logs and recordings at lightning speed and saved them to the decoding device. The originals he altered to make them seem tampered with. In this fashion, he quickly incriminated the entire bridge crew of the Anatu.
Regalla removed the decoding device and placed it back on his upper arm under his sleeve. Revenge was finally his for what the TMB had done to his family. Regalla turned at the sound of footsteps and saw before him a Vasudan in a pilot's uniform, his face hidden from view by a mask which was non-standard on a Vasudan flight suit.
"What do you want?" Regalla asked gruffly. He didn't care whether this pilot outranked him or not. Suddenly the pilot raised a pistol and pointed it at Regalla's head. "What is the meaning of this!" Regalla snarled. The Vasudan uncovered his face and removed his headgear. Regalla stared in shock at the person before him, "Ri'sal! What the hell are you doing here?"
"Watching you Regalla," said Ri'Sal, the electronic voice of the translator turning his words into English, "You did not think a man with your background would not go unwatched now did you?"
"I'm supposed to be the only GTVI operative on board!" Regalla shouted still staring at the pistol, "Why did GTVI HQ send you to watch me?"
"You have a personal vendetta against the TMB. When they inadvertantly killed your family you were listed as emotionally unstable. This makes you a security risk. Did you not think we would be watching for signs of attempted revenge?"
"And what proof do you have? As far as I know your doing this just to gain favor with the GTVI higher-ups!" Regalla's eyes flicked to the doorway, searching for a means of escape from this second GTVI operative.
"I would not try that Terran," Ri'Sal said raising the pistol a little higher, "I will not hesitate to kill you if you attempt escape. Remember that I can do the same to your file as what you have done here. Against GTVI Operation Codes I might add." Ri'Sal held up a decoding device similar to Regalla's and inserted it into the console. The screen lit up with a record of Regalla's activities on board the Anatu. Regalla sagged in his chair as the list ended with a message from GTVI HQ listing Regalla as a "rogue agent". That meant any knowledge of his activities and employment had been purged from GTVI databanks and that his tampering had been revealed to the ship's commander, the Admiral.
Ri'Sal retrieved his disk as well as Regalla's and stepped back as the door opened and two security guards entered armed with rifles. They lifted Regalla to his feet and Ri'Sal replaced his pistol in it's holster. "Take him to the brig," Ri'Sal ordered, "We will have no more trouble from this saboteur." Regalla snarled at Ri'Sal as he was led from the room and down the corridor. Ri'Sal smiled, this would definitely earn him a promotion back at GTVI HQ along with that nice out of the way desk job he had requested. Of course, all that would have to wait until he could get away from the Anatu. Easily arranged Ri'Sal thought.
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Velocity7, 05-16-2000 07:54 PM
5/16/2384
GTC Redway
Beta Aquilae, 2000 hours
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Velocity 7 concentrated on the box he held before his hand. He nearly made it to the War Crimes Tribunal, but before he handed it over to the GTVA, he finally decided he was ready for what was inside. When he opened it, his mouth opened wide with shock--
The Eishtmo was really Quinn Lazerus.
I...I don't understand, he thought, if he's Terran, he's got to be mad to destroy Sol then! But when he looked at the rest of the information, he finally realized how the Eishtmo became what he became. Sighing to himself, he closed the box, and headed towards the brig.
"Comm", he said, "open a channel."
"Sir, you look pale," the comm officer replied.
Velocity 7 looked him in the eyes. "Just do it."
The comm officer did as he told and opened a channel to the Beta Aquilae War Crimes Tribunal.
"This is Lieutenant Denas," the person in the channel said, "what is it that you need?"
"More like what you need," Velocity 7 said, "you'll have to take this."
"What is it?"
"It's a box from the GTC Horan. From what Captain Ripper said, you'll know what it is."
"Transport it here," Denas commanded, "and bring yourself with you. We need to talk."
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Stepping into the office of a tribunal was the first for Velocity 7, for he never did commit treason for any reason. He hesitated, wondering what would happen to him when Denas figured out what was inside the box. But he went in anyway, hoping that Captain Ripper's box would let him go right in and right out nice and clean.
Denas examined the box closely. "You sure this is from Captain Ripper?" he asked.
"Yes."
He looked again at the data. "I don't know if I can agree with what Ripper says, about Eishtmo being Terran and all, and I don't know if the SDF or the GTVA can ever agree with it."
"Just take it and analyze it. If you want to overcome this madness from the destruction of Earth, then I recommend you send it to everyone. That's all I have to say for now. If you don't, you can expect a full-blown war not only with the Shivans, but within our inner-selves as well. Now, I must be going."
As Velocity 7 walked through the glowing hallway, he was called by Denas again.
"Okay Velocity 7," Denas called over, "I will try, but I cannot give any promises."
Velocity 7 nodded, as he headed back towards his ship, to tell Captain B'tok the news.
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Ice Heart, 05-16-2000 09:25 PM
(Beta Aquilae, near Vega jump node)
"Is that the last of them?" Falstaff asked his engineering officer.
"Yes, sir. All of them have activated appropriately and we will receive a transmission should they encounter any hostile targets." The officer replied.
The 'them' the officer spoke of was a cluster of thirty highly modified Alastor sentry guns placed about the jump node. As a standard sentry, the Alastor was moderately effective due to the rapid fire its HL-7s were capable of. GTVI had been experimenting with modifying them to be more effective by replacing the standard HL-7s with a smaller and less powerful version of the flak cannons found on capital ships. Though only approximately half as powerful, these flak cannons were still quite effective against fighters. The only drawback was their limited ammunition, but they had enough ammunition aboard to be able to fire continuosly for five minutes before expending their supply. This was plenty to fulfill their purpose, a cheap and disposable but effective anti-fighter weapon. Though they would be useless against larger Shivan ships, any Shivan fighters that came through would have a rude surprise. The guns had also been modified with a transmitting device that would send out a signal if any vessels matching the specs for any Shivan ship entered the area of the guns' deployment. The Phobos had been carrying a number of them which were supposed to have been deployed for combat evaluation in Gamma Draconis, that was before the Shivans had attacked in force and crushed the GTVI's forces. Deployment of the guns had taken nearly twenty four hours.
Falstaff sighed. He was a day late for his meeting with the TMB fleet, he would have informed them of his actions had his communications systems not failed due to damages suffered during battle at the Capella node. Bitter irony, he thought, here I am surrounded by miniature floating comm sats and I am unable to actually use them to communicate!
The guns were rigged with self-destruct devices if their highly-classified miniaturized comm devices were tampered with, Falsaff had been unwilling to risk losing any of his personnel by trying to get into one of the things.
His helm reported that they were ready to jump out to the TMB's coordinates and they did so, leaving the little bundles of death to wait for the Shivans...
(Beta Aquilae, TMB Fleet)
The Phobos popped out of subspace a moment later before the TMB's gathered fleet. Though not very familiar with the Marauders, Falstaff recognized their command ship, the GTCv Anatu. It was, naturally, the Anatu, that hailed them.
"Corvette, your IFF identifies you as the GTCv Phobos. Where have you been? You were supposed to be here yesterday!" A rather hostile communications officer snarled at them.
Falstaff explained, making a long story short, and the comms officer sneered. "How typical of the GTVA."
Falstaff was tempted to smile at the comm officer's attitude, but decided not to provoke him further. Falstaff really didn't care at all what the TMB's opinion of the GTVA was, if they would at least work with the Alliance long enough to defeat the Shivans. Or be annihilated together., he thought.
When the comm officer, some impetuous kid, saw that he couldn't get the old man aboard the Phobos upset, he shrugged and said. "We've been waiting for you. I'll go get Admiral Kohler."
The comm officer disappeared, and was replaced by the Admiral a short time later. "Phobos, my comm officer tells me you have quite a story concerning your lateness. Lets here it."
Once again Falstaff told the story, and the Admiral nodded. "Your story sounds believable enough, but I'm going to send some fighters to check it out just to be sure of it." Falstaff would have thought the man unprofessional had he not taken such precautionary actions when dealing with a former enemy. He had no doubt that the Anatu, as well as all the other ships, were primed to carve the Phobos into peices if Garrett made one suspect move.
The Admiral then asked. "I understand you were with the GTVI blockading the Capella node when it hit the fan. How bad does it look?"
Garrett replied. "Very bad. We destroyed one Sathanas, heavily damaged another, and maybe scratched the paint a little bit on a third one. In addition to that, there are a large number of Shivan capital ships, everything from Cains and Rakshasas all the way up to Ravanas. I don't know if anyone else from our blockade escaped, but I'm assuming not since no one has heard anything of that yet. As for those whom chose to stay and fight, they might have taken a few more Shivans down with them, but they're undoubtedly all dead."
Kohler nodded. "This is going to be worse than the Capella incursion...much worse."
Then the Admiral asked another question. "Just what was GTVI doing there anyway? What madness could have possessed them to reopen that node?"
Falstaff shrugged. "I'm supposed to tell you that is 'classified information', but whats the point of keeping it secret anymore? We built a Knossos to Capella and we were there just doing our job, gathering intel. We wanted to know what happened to our foe. The Knossos was rigged with a device to collapse the node, but it was not completely tested, the GTVI Command was so full of its own ego that it thought they wouldn't really need the device, thought their 'mighty fleet' could stop the Shivans. They thought the Shivans would send only a light force after us, if we were discovered. Then we found them again, and they followed us again. The device was activated, and failed to collapse the node. The rest is history." Falstaff paused, then. "Just for the record, when this is over and the GTVA is looking for a few GTVI heads to roll, I was one of a number of GTVI officers whom logged formal protests. I have a copy, but the official one burned with our command ship. My crew is witness to it, I'd like your support as well if it ever comes to a court martial." The if we survive this, went unspoken.
The Admiral understood the request, though he and his crew would be useless as witnesses, they could independently view and authenticate Falstaff's copy of his protest and state that they believed it and the date it was filed to be authentic.
Once that was finished, the Admiral assigned the Phobos a place with the rest of his force.
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Eishtmo, 05-17-2000 12:09 AM
Deneb - SDD Olympus
"Fire!" Hamilton yelled. The bright light of the Olympus' Flux cannon shot out and slammed into a GTVA cruiser. Within seconds, the hopelessly out classed cruiser exlploded.
"All enemy warships destroyed," Harris said. "Our fighters are finishing off the enemy fighters. We can commence the attack on the installation whenever you're ready sir."
"Very well, begin the attack immediatly."
"Sir," York said. "The installation is demanding we respect the current cease-fire with the GTVA."
"We have targeted the stations reactor and are ready to fire," Harris said calmly.
"Sir," York repeated. "They say there are civilans on board."
Hamilton gave an evil smile. "Harris, open fire."
The Olympus fired. The beam of energy slammed into the hull of the station, heating the metal to white hot, then shattering it. Within moments, a fireball lept out of the hole, spewing outwards. Then, the station exploded, killing all aboard.
Harris closed his eyes. "The installation has been destroyed."
"Very good, set course for Deneb IX. We'll begin repairs there," Hamilton said.
"Sir, we've just recived a message from one of our scouts," said York. "They've spotted the Horan."
Hamilton spun around. "Where is it?" he demanded.
"The scout reports that they were seen entering the Deneb/Sirius jump node," York replied.
"It looks like they made it out of Vega," Harris said.
"Well, they sure as hell aren't getting out of Sirius," Hamilton practically screamed. "Helm, set course for Sirius."
"But sir, what about the repairs?" Harris reminded his commander.
"We'll do them en-route," said Hamilton. "I'm not letting that ship escape again."
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Ice Heart, 05-17-2000 07:27 AM
(NHD Anubis and raiding group, near Zeta IIX)
The Anubis sat concealed in the dense asteroid fields near Zeta IIX with its corvette and cruiser escorts. Rear Admiral Aris Kraken watched as his fighter and bomber wings launched and proceeded towards the gas giant of Zeta IIX. Stealth reconnaisance had revealed a large Pretender gas mining operation in progress in the planet's upper atmosphere, his capital ships could not engage in the atmosphere, but their fighters and bombers could. Kraken knew he had insufficient fighter and bomber forces to destroy the facilities, rather he had simply sent them to raid the facilities. The previous day a large number of gas transports and mining ships had docked with the upper atmosphere facility and were still there, likely being filled with gathered gas. His goal was to destroy as many of those ships as possible to deprive the Pretender of that gas.
Kraken was able to watch the battle through gunnery camera footage from the squadron leaders. He watched as the bombers made their runs, dropping their Cyclops bombs on the vulnerable miners, strafing the large gas mining facility and its defenses. Pretender fighters had launched and were engaging Kraken's forces. In a few minutes, most of the Pretender's fighters would have been launched, which would overpower Kraken's raiding forces. He called his raiders back before they could do so. The raid had been a success, with eight gas transporting vessels destroyed as they were relatively helpless docked to the facility.
(Zeta Prime Orbit, NHD Iron Fist)
Personal Log
Vice Admiral "Ice Heart" Harak Chontamentet
Troubling news comes from our forces on the ground. Apparently, our forces have been responsible for some disturbing behaviour, such as the massacreing of prisoners. The Pretender's forces executed a number of Loyalists they captured, this appears to have been done in retaliation. More disturbing though is the reports of civilians being intentionally attacked by our troops, civilians which may have been sympathetic to our cause. This is just more fire for the Pretender's rhetoric, more useful propaganda material to draw support away from our forces. Though I can sympathize with the troops' frustration at their inability to inflict heavy casualties on the Pretender's hit-and-run attackers, I cannot tolerate this behaviour. As we lose more and more support from the planetary population, we lose more support from family members serving on our ships, the Pretender gains more potential defectors.
Troubling news comes also today from my spies amongst the Pretender's forces, they report that the Jagganath-class ship, of which we have heard so much, is now operational. We too have more ships, the Sobek corvette and Damocles frigate found floating in our own junk areas have been refitted and rearmed, they will prove useful against the Pretender's forces. In addition, another Sobek and a Mentu have been completed and are on-line and operational. Work is also proceeding at a fast pace on additional ships. We have not the time to spend building large destroyer class ships, what we have of them at this time will have to be sufficient. As it stands now, the Pretender is on almost equal footing with our forces when it comes to strength of numbers, the addition of this Jagganath may put his forces on a superior footing.
Some good news comes from Rear Admiral Kraken and his raiding forces, he reports that yesterday they destroyed a number of enemy gas transporting vessels as they were docked at the enemy mining facility on Zeta IIX. While this is quite helpful to our forces, we are in need of a decisive victory, something we can show our population as proof that our cause is not lost. For that reason, I will launch a full scale offensive operation against the Jagganath tommorrow. If what my spies report is accurate, the ship will be rather vulnerable as a fairly large portion of the Pretender's forces are searching for the NHD Anubis and a number of other vessels I have ordered to raid the Pretender's operations, particularly their gas mining operations in the gas giant of Zeta IIX. We will strike with half of our forces against that ship, while the remaining forces will aid the Anubis is engaging the Pretender's searching forces. If we can make this succeed, we will have defeated the Jagganath and taken a significant portion of the Pretender's forces out, plus we will have a decided victory to use for our own propaganda purposes.
End Log
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PeachE, 05-17-2000 04:18 PM
GTCv Anatu
Outer Vega
"Two Cain class cruisers off the Starboard Bow. About 7 clicks out."
Right. Engine Room, slow to stop. Fighter Bay, ready 2 wings of bombers, 1 wing of fighters. Communications, get word out to the other ships. Have them halt their advance.
"Very well, sir."
"Aye, sir."
"Alpha, Beta, and Gamma Wings ready."
Good. Close to 5 clicks and have the fighters launch.
"Yes, sir."
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Fighters, those cains are flying side-by-side. Alpha, Destroy the forward and inner beam cannons. Beta, disable the engines of the first Cain. Gamma, disable engines on the second Cain.
"Affirmative, Admiral."
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"Help Meeeee!"
"Hold on there, Beta 2. I've got you covered. Your ship's looking a bit beat up though. Get back to the Anatu."
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"Enemy engines disabled and inner and forward beam cannons neutralized, Admiral."
Good. Fighters and Bombers, get back to the fleet. Engine room, full speed ahead. Go right between the two Cains. Communications, have the fleet hold back.
"Aye sir."
"Closing to thirteen hundred meters. We're well withing range, Admiral."
Steady. Wait until we go between them...
There. Starboard beam cannons, open fire! Port beam cannons, open fire!
[The beam cannons on either side of the ship charged and fired. The energy weapons carved through the two Cains with ease. With their beam cannons disabled, the two cains were helpless, desperately firing short-range flak at the Anatu. But it did nothing more than put on a good light show for the rest of the fleet. Fighters were released from the ships, but the trained gunners of the corvette devastated the small Shivan ships, only taking minor damage from a few missiles impacting the hull. And within moments, the ships were gone. Shockwaves slightly rocked the Anatu, and the Admiral up on the bridge began to laugh]
Ladies and Gentlemen, our first kills in the new Shivan incursion. That's the way to get the job done!
[Applause and Cheers filled the Anatu as the Admiral returned to his quarters]
Computer, Begin Log.
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Admirals Log
GTCv Anatu
Outer Vega
Our first encounter with the Shivans was a complete success. The Cains never stood a chance against us. Undoubtedly, the Phobos will question sending a capital ship in to do the job, a job that could have very easily been handled by a few more fighter wings. They will certainly question why we sent, of all the capital ships, the Anatu itself.
But this was for show. I didn't want just a victory in our first encounter. I wanted to dessimate them! Already, the morale of the crew seems heightened.
Medical staff reports no fatalities and only a few minor injuries. One of the bombers suffered some small injuries when his ship was hit. His bomber is a little toasted but Sickbay reports he'll be just fine. Also, apparently, one of the shockwaves shook the brig quite a bit and our guest from the GTVI suffered a slight headwound when he was thrown from his bunk. Oh well. No great loss.
Only slight damage was done to the Anatu. Engineers say that no hull breaches were made. Just the same, the fleet will hold over here until repairs can be made.
All in all, a good day. May the rest of our engagements be just as successful.
Computer, End Log.
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Velocity7, 05-17-2000 04:50 PM
5/17/2384
GTC Redway
Vasuda/Deneb Subspace Tunnel
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With the Shivans' return, the GTC Redway began its journey back to Vega to counter the attacks and support the GTVA Fleet that is currently trying to bounce back the Sathanas juggernauts. Not only did it bring the GVC Afyror along, it also brought about 5 wings of fighters and bombers each ship, and the GTD Trident that reunited at about 1100 hours.
Velocity 7, onboard the GTC Redway, hoped to find their assault a good one.
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Vega, Shivan Supply Station
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"Alpha," Command said to Velocity 7's wing, "concentrate on destroying the cargo supply units and the transports. Nothing more is to be destroyed."
"Why not?" Alpha 2 asked. "If we destroy everything, maybe it'll teach 'em a lesson for taking Capella from us."
"The GTVA is planning another mission for the other corvettes. Proceed with your mission."
Velocity 7 hovered behind an asteroid for a while. "Steady Alpha, we'll wait until the fighter wing makes their next pass."
The Shivan Mara fighters did make their pass alright, and as they moved past the asteroid, Velocity 7 turned his Herc MK II around and fired two Piranhas, taking out the helpless fighters.
"Move, now!" he ordered.
Beta wing made their bombing run on the cargo units while Alpha took their assault on the transports.
"Oh ****," he said to himself, "the cruisers are still there..."
Velocity 7 encountered turbulence under the beams and suddenly his vision went black.
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GTC Redway
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"Terran, are you alright?" a Vasudan said.
"Ugh...where am I?" Velocity 7 opened his eyes. "The mission..."
"It was successful, but your ship was hit in the cockpit. We managed to bring you in, but it seems your arm has been injured by the blast from the beam."
"That's alright...ow...see if you can contact the GTD Trident. Tell them I'm quite alive, and I'll be back in my quarters," Velocity 7 stuttered towards the sig bay's door.
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Mattouf, 05-17-2000 08:40 PM
Epsilon Pegasi
Epsilon Pegasi/Adhara Jump Node
Commander William Karns and the rest of the 13th Wolf Guards were the first ones to arrive from Adhara. By some strange coincidence, the GTVA also needed the help of the Vali Alliance, so there was a mutual agreement between all three of them, for at least until this whole conflict blew over.
"Alpha wing," said Karns from his Perseus, "form on my wing and begin patrol route. There have been reports of SDF attacks on Vasudan transports." Alpha wing formed up, while the rest of the Wolf's Brigade fleet exited subspace.
Alpha wing started to head away from the rest of the fleet, so they could identify any possible threats before the bulk of the fleet got there. After a few minutes, Karns heard some faint noises and static over his radio. It soon became clearer:
"This is the GVT Tu'Cat. We and the GVT Lemnos are under attack from SDF warships. Requesting immediate assistance!"
"Tu'Cat, this is Commander Karns of the 13th Wolf Guards, Wolf's Brigade. We are allied with the GTVA and will arrive shortly to help. Please hang on." "Black Panther, this is Commander Karns, Alpha wing, 13th Wolf Guards. We received a distress call from two unarmed Vasudan ships under attack from the SDF. Transmitting coordinates now....."
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WBD Black Panther
Command Deck
"All ships, engage jump drives." was the command the Comm officer sent out.
"How long until we arrive, helm?" asked Lockhart.
"ETA 3 minutes, sir."
"Thank you. Weapons, arm the EMP beam, and fire at the weapons system of any ship attacking the transports. Comm, inform all ships except the Jaguar that they may fire on any ship that fires upon them. I want to save the Gauss cannon only if we need to use it."
The fleet exited subspace. More fighter wings were launched, in addition to the 13th. As the Black Panther emerged from the vortex, the front of the ship produced a swelling blue beam that hit dead on with the weapons systems of a SDF destroyer. They couldn't fire for about 30 seconds.
"How many ships are there?"
"One Orion destroyer and 2 Corvettes."
"OK, the Orion can't fire at the moment. Order the WBD Red Dragon to engage the two Corvettes along with the WBCv Sea Fox, and the Jaguar to stand by with Gauss cannon aimed at the Orion. The Nova Cat and our two cruisers should stay behind the Black Panther, and put me through to that destroyer."
"Aye sir" said the Comm officer.
"This is Supreme General Brian Lockhart of the Wolf's Brigade, allied with the Galactic Terran-Vasudan Alliance. I demand that you halt your attack on defenseless vessels immediately!"
"This is Rear-Admiral Owens. We will not stop our attack until every last one of those things responsible for the destruction of Earth are dead! You have no reason to fire on or disable our ships!"
"Those are innocent Vasudans. They weren't even ever part of the NHOL! You are mad! This is your final warning! Stand down now or be destroyed!"
"They've cut the connection sir, and are ready to fire at the transport! One more hit and that transport is done!"
"Great, I didn't want to have to do this. Order the Jaguar to fire the Gauss. Order the WBC Trident and Pi to move out and fire their beams."
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WBD Red Dragon
Command Deck
"Fire!" ordered General Todd Blackman.
From all sides of the Red Dragon, beams sprang out, hitting both corvettes. Other shots from the Sea Fox finished off one of them, and the other has mass subsystems failures.
"Sir, the Orion is about to fire again! It is going to destroy the transport!"
"Can we get a shot off at it?"
"Negative, sir."
Blackman didn't need to worry. At that time, the Jaguar fired, the huge red mass hurling out of it towards the Orion. It hit dead on with the front of the ship, knocking out the charging beam just in time and incapacitating any beam on the front of the destroyer. More beams from the two cruisers and the WBCv Nova Cat finished it off.
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WBCv Jaguar
"The Orion has been destroyed. Good job everyone."
Cheers rang out on the bridge of the Jaguar on another successful use of the Gauss cannon.
Over the intercom came: "This is Supreme General Brian Lockhart. We have destroyed all of the attacking force except for a drifting corvette. Our marines are now capturing the crew and are scavenging for spare parts. The transports report only a few injured and no casualties. They thank us for their help. Prepare for the jump to Polaris. We will no doubt encounter more of these SDF 'renegades' all along our path. Lockhart OUT."
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Eishtmo, 05-18-2000 12:25 AM
Sirius System - GTC Horan
The swirls of white light from subspace flashed into the main screen of the Horan. The light reflected off the various screens and reflective panels around the bridge. Ripper sat in his seat, observing the scene outside. "ETA to the Sirius/Alpha Centauri node?" he asked spontaneously.
"About three hours sir," Sandra said. "Give me a bit, and I'll shave 30 minutes off that."
Ripper chuckled. "That's alright, we're not in that big of a hurry."
"Yes sir," Sandra said with a smile. She then turned to here charts, and began calculating a new route anyways.
"Sir," Sission snapped. "We're reciving a distress call from a nearby convoy, they're under attack."
"Are we close enough to help?" Ripper said to Sandra.
Sandra glanced at her charts. "Aye sir, but we'll have to use my short cut if we do."
"Fine," Ripper said. "Helm, drop us out."
"Aye sir," said the helmsman.
The Horan dropped out of subspace and right into the middle of a fire fight. A SDF corvette sat pirched infront of the a small collection of transports, while two dozen fighters duked it out around them.
"Order Alpha and Omega to help the transports," Ripper ordered. "Helm, get us in range of that vette. Fire control, charge up the Ion cannon."
The fighters buzzed around each other as the AAA beams of Alpha and Omega began to tear through them. The vette began turning to bring it's mighty Flux cannons to bear on the lone cruiser. Unfortuantly for it, the Horan's range was larger than the vette's. The blue-white light of the Horan's Ion cannon shot off and slammed into weapon subsystem of the corvette.
The fighters now turned from their combat around the transports and dove towards the Horan. The friendly fighters followed, hammering the enemy fighters all the way. When the fighters finally reached the Horan, they were thrown back by the newly acquired flak mark 2 guns. It took a bit, but the Horan's Ion cannon finished charging and fired again, striking the vette's reactor. Seconds later, the reactor melted down, and took the ship with it. The remaining enemy fighters, now truly spooked, bugged out.
Ripper settled back in his chair. "Well, that was easy."
"Sir," Sission said. "The leader of the friendly squadron wants to speak to you."
Ripper smiled and took the headset from Sission. "This is Captian Todd Ripper of the GTC Horan. What can I do for you?"
"This is Captain Tony Nelson of the 6th Freespacers," the squad leader replied. "I just wanted to thank you for your help."
"Not a problem," said Ripper. "With all these rebel SDF ships running around, and the Shivans, we were glad to help."
"Don't I know it," Nelson said. "Listen, if you guys ever need a favor, just call us, we're here to help."
"We'll be okay, you just protect those transports," Ripper laughed.
"Sir," Jaminison said. "I'm picking up a large number of jump sigs coming in."
Outside, a cluster of jump vortecies open, revealing at least thirty fighters and bombers. "GTC Horan," the leader said. "You are ordered to stand down and prepare to be boarded by order of Admiral Hamilton of the SDD Olympus."
"Damnit!" Ripper yelled. "Get Alpha and Omega back here now. How long 'till we can jump?"
"Three minutes sir," answered the Helmsman.
"I guess it looks like we'll be helping you anyways," Nelson's voice came offer the comm. "Let's get 'em Freespacers!"
Ripper watched as the friendly fighters waded into the oncoming hoard of bombers. "Tell Alpha and Omega to stay just long enough to thin that group and jump out. Helm, jump out as soon as we're ready."
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Three down, four to go. At this rate, I think I'll be done long before Christmas.
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HeX, 05-18-2000 05:10 PM
GTVI Omicron Shipyards
Edge of the Vega System
Admiral Pretala stared out the portal at the construction yard scaffolding and the massive 10 km long GTVIJ Desdemona. The GTVI had made a serious error in opening the node to Capella again, the flood of Shivan ships were quickly over-running the Vega system and GTVI HQ ordered all project Omicron material to be moved to the Beta Aquilae system. Pretala grimaced as one of the new GTVID Dominator's rumbled past his field of view, the name Brimstone emblazoned on the side.
"If only that idiot Regalla hadn't decided to go rogue we could have had the sensor readings of the Anatu by now," the Admiral thought aloud. Regalla was supposed to have delivered the data to give Pretala an indicator of the enemy presence in the system. Now he was in the brig and of no use to anyone. "At least Ri'Sal caught him before he could do any damage." The Admiral turned and walked towards the boarding hatch of the last shuttle departing the station. He sighed and stepped through, the hatch closing behind him. The shuttle de-coupled from the station and roared out towards the Desdemona. The Admiral activated the comm. and addressed the main engineer onboard the Juggernaut.
"Yes sir?" the Chief Engineer asked as he turned to face the comm.
"What is the status of the Desdemona?"
"All engines are at peak efficiency, shields are charged, and all standard weapons are online. The Helix Super Weapon is still offline however."
"Reason?"
"We didn't have time to finish polarizing the Magnetic Field Generator. The process will take at least 48 hours if not more."
"Try and hurry it up a bit. Shields won't do the Desdemona a bit of good if it has no teeth to bite with." The Admiral switched comm. frequencies and his second officer appeared on the vid screen, "Report Captain."
"All systems go sir," Captain Robertson said with a voice that was calm yet commanding, "We have a go to proceed to Beta Aquilae. HQ assures us that revealing the Desdemona is an acceptable security breach due to the risk of waiting for the node to be cleared of observers."
"Good. Prime the engines and set a course. Inform the Gladiator, Brimstone and Unrelenting to warp out as soon as they are ready. Is the station primed?"
"Aye sir. All Nucleonic Explosives are armed and ready. Also, Shadow team reports they have managed to remove the Knossos pieces from Corbet Station undetected. The transports will meet us in Beta Aquilae at the rendezvous point."
The Admiral nodded once and switched off the comm. and waited for the shuttle to dock. A few minutes later he strode onto the massive bridge of the GTVIJ Desdemona and sat in his command chair. With a rumble from the six engines, the Desdemona slid out of the Omicron shipyards and into empty space. When they were a good 3 kilometers from the station, Captain Robertson flipped open a panel on a nearby console and inserted a small key into the slot. He turned to the Admiral who nodded. Robertson turned the key and behind them, multiple Nucleonic Explosives detonated in sequence within the Omicron Shipyards. Scaffolding tore free and control centers were obliterated from the inside. The multiple shock waves shook the Desdemona but its shields held off any hull damage. The embers had barely died before a large subspace portal opened and a Demon class destroyer emerged.
"Sir!" shouted the sensor operator, "Demon class ship to stern! She's powering weapons and heading straight for us."
"All weapons full! Bring us about so we can give that monster a broadside."
"Aye sir!" shouted the helm officer.
The Desdemona slowly turned to reveal it's full length to the closing Demon. The Demon class ship opened fire, it's bright red beams sending ripples across the Desdemona's shields. The Desdemona opened up with half of its many beams. They tore into the Demon's outer hull, leaving ugly scars and wiping out banks of turrets. The Demon seemed to reel from the blow and tried weakly to fire a second volley. Before the beams could even finish charging the Desdemona opened fire with it's remaining beams and obliterated the front portion of the Demon in a tremendous blast. The smoldering remains began to drift and then were vaporized in a terrific explosion as the core overloaded and went critical. The Admiral nodded in approval, even without its Helix Cannon, the Desdemona was a force to be reckoned with. Suddenly more portals began to open and spat forth two more Demons and three Cain class cruisers. This was too much, not even the Desdemona could stand up to this many ships alone.
"Helm!" the Admiral called, "Engage the subspace drive and get us the hell out of here! Quickly!"
The Desdemona surged forward and vanished into the depths of subspace, on it's way to the Beta Aquilae jump node. The Admiral sighed with relief and then smiled, picturing the faces of any ship commanders who might be present when he arrived. He was sure that they were still wondering about the three GTVID Dominator class destroyers that had entered bearing GTVI IFF indicators. Well, they'd all have a chance to see the real prize soon enough.
"Computer, begin recording for transmission to GTVI HQ." The computer beeped an acknowledgement and the Admiral began recording:
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FROM: Admiral Tiberius Pretala, Commander of Desdemona Fleet
TO: GTVI Headquarters
RE: Status update
We are on our way from the remains of the Omicron Shipyards. Destruction of the shipyards was completed and all information contained was purged and brought onboard the Desdemona. The Gladiator, Brimstone and Unrelenting also made their jumps ahead of us and should be arriving at the Vega to Beta Aquilae jump node soon. We ran into a portion of the Shivan fleet, three Demons and three Cains, at the shipyard remains. We dispatched one Demon but were forced to retreat. We sustained no damage and all systems are go save for the Helix Cannon which will be ready in approximately 48 hours. We should be arriving in the Beta Aquilae system within the next few hours and should be at the rendezvous shortly thereafter to meet up with the transports carrying the Knossos device pieces. We will be arriving shortly and will await orders before moving again. Admiral Pretala out.
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PeachE, 05-18-2000 07:57 PM
GTCv Anatu
Outer Vega
"Sir, massive readings heading towards the Beta Aquilae Jump Node."
Juggernauts?
"No sir. IFF appears to be a Terran variant. They are in conflict with a Shivan grouping though. Three Demons and Three Cains... Admiral, should we intervene?"
Negative. Hold back for now.
"Sir, the Terran ships have destroyed one of the Demons. They are departing, Sir, headed for Beta Aquilae."
Helm, full speed ahead. Communications, have the fleet advance and be ready to attack on my orders. The Shivans will not leave Vega! On my mark, The Anatu, the Phobos, the Ellil, the Belletelli, the Rimmon, the Mardok, and the Kingu will engage the two remaining Demons. The Shallat, the Zakar, the Lamastu, and the Apsu will engage the three Cains. Fighters will be sent in to disable the beam cannons on those ships and to engage fighters sent by the Shivans.
"Admiral, Shivans have turned to engage."
People, do not be decieved. While we have the advantage in numbers, the Shivan Demon class is a powerful Destroyer. Be prepared for a tough fight.
"Closing to beam-range, Admiral."
ENGAGE!!!
[The Anatu (along with the Rimmon and Mardok) moved in first. Opening up with all available turrets upon one of the Demons, flak, missiles and beams were exchanged between the ships. Meanwhile, the Phobos, the Ellil, the Kingu, and Belletelli moved in to attack the other Destroyer.]
On the Anatu:
"Direct hit to the power grid. We're running on half power."
We can't fight a Demon on half power! Get it back up to normal!!!
"Could take some time."
JUST DO IT!!!!
"Power systems back on line... Sir, report from the Brig. Our guest went missing during their outage."
Forget Regalla! Charge up the rest of the beams!
[Beam Cannons, Flak, turret-fire everywhere. The engagement, though small, was quite an impressive sight. The Shivans went to work immediately. Two of the Cains engaged the Apsu. The Lamastu moved in to help her. The final Cain was left to fend itself off of the Shallat and the Zakar.]
[The Anatu, the Rimmon, and the Mardok carved into the first Demon. Engines on the Demon down! Terran bombers move in and clean her of her beam cannons. She's helpless. The Anatu moves in side by side with the Destoyer and opens up all of her Starboard beam cannons. The Rimmon and Mardok follow suit. There was nothing left to prevent imminent destruction. Even the Shivan fighters had been eliminated. Electric charges moved along the hull of the giant ship right up until the end. And then, she was gone.]
[The Shallat and Zakar were more than enough for the lone Cain. The explosion rocked nearby ships as the Shallat and Zakar moved to help finish off the other two Cains. But it was too late for the Apsu. Forced to fend off two Cains alone for a significant amount of time, her hull was ripped to pieces.]
[The Anatu and her two escorts moved in to help the Phobos and hers finish off the second Destroyer. But just as they were getting in range, the Phobos fired a final beam right through the heart of the massive ship. Chains of explosions were visible from space as the ship broke apart and was destroyed.]
[The Shallat, the Zakar, the Lamastu, and the Rimmon (after seeing the Apsu destroyed) moved in to exact revenge upon the two remaining Cains. Forced to recon with overwhelming odds, the two Shivan ships buckled. The Lamastu, after suffering much damage from enemy fighters and beams, went still in the water when the shockwave reached and disabled here engines. ]
On the Anatu:
Status report.
"The Anatu will be needing repairs to the power grid but nothing too time-consuming. The Lemastu will need major repairs. Her engines will need an almost complete rebuild. Her barracks has suffered some damage and sickbay reports that while fatalities are few, there are heavy casualties. The Phobos needs some minor repairs. I think the Demon scratched her paint a little. Most of the other ships need just minor repairs."
What about our fighters?
"We lost quite a few pilots as the battle began, Admiral. I recommend..."
"Communication from the Phobos, sir."
Oh... put him on.
"Admiral Kohler, how is your fleet?"
The Apsu was destroyed by the Cains. Other than that, little that cannot be repaired in time. For that reason, we will remain on the outskirts of Vega a little longer than planned.
"Understood."
So, Garret, how is the Phobos holding up?
"Just fine Kohler. We'll be needing some small repairs. The Demon packs a good punch, even for a Shivan."
Would you like me to send some engineers? Perhaps they could give you a hand with repairs.
"I'm quite sure my crew will be able to handle it, Admiral. But should we need your help, I'll be sure to notify you... Sir, near the beginning of the battle, we registered a small craft leaving the area, leaving from your ship."
Probably Regalla. Don't worry about him. He won't last long out there alone anyway. Well Garret... if that's all?
"Of course, Admiral Kohler. Communications, End Transmission."
Engineering, have a transport of engineers and mechanics sent to the Lemastu. I want that ship repaired as soon as possible.
Today's victory came at a high price, Men. Let us always remember the brave officers and crew who died here today.
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Eishtmo, 05-18-2000 09:30 PM
Sirius System - SDD Olympus
"Sir," Harris' voice came over the comm. "We've recived a message from our strike force."
"What is it?" Hamilton replied.
"The Horan escaped."
"Damnit," Hamilton said as he hit his desk with his fist.
"Apperantly, a squadron of Allied fighters were helping them," Harris continued.
"I assume they were destroyed," Hamilton said.
"All but two," Harris said. "They managed to jump out with their convoy just before our second wave arrived."
"Very well, Hamilton out." The Admiral turned to his terminal and called up the node map. "Where are you going, Horan?" he muttered. "Regulus seems reasonable, but then they would have been on the other side of the system from where we found them." He tapped on the desk. "Then they must be going to Alpha Centauri. But why?" He examined the node map carefully. "Let's see, Centauri leads to Vasuda and Aldebarran. But they could have gotten to Vasuda from Deneb. So, they're going to Aldebarran and eventually," he traced the route with his finger. "Tau Sigma. Where the Eishtmo came into GTVA space." Hamilton smiled. "I've got you now Horan." He punched the comm button. "Harris, set course for Tau Sigma, best speed."
"Aye sir," Harris said.
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Regulus System - VAD Axion
"Sir, we've recived a report from GTVA Command," a young crewman handed a piece of paper to Admiral Hart.
"Thanks. Dismissed," Hart said. He read through the message. "So, the Horan was spotted in Sirius."
"They could be coming this way sir," the ships XO said.
"Maybe," said Hart. "But this says they were on the far side of the system." He examined the message again. "Apparently, the Olympus has something against the Horan." He looked up. "I bet if we find the Olympus, well find the Horan."
"But our orders are to protect the Horan," the XO said. "If we let the Olympus find her, it might take her down before we can reach them."
"It's a chance we'll have to take," Hart said. "Helm, set course for Sirius."
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Ice Heart, 05-19-2000 06:44 PM
The Phobos, along with the TMB ships Ellil, Kingu, and Belletelli, moved in on the Shivan destroyer they had been assigned to take out. They attacked the destroyer from all sides, the Belletelli moved in above the ship, the Phobos had the Demon's right flank while the Kingu had the opposite flank, and the Ellil moved in from the bottom. The Phobos and Kingu first targetted the main beams of the Demon, which were mounted one on each side. The beams were quickly burned off, but not before one managed to briefly burn into the Phobos. The Shivan beam had scrapped off one of the forward laser turrets and burned into the hull slightly when the dual main beams slashed over it and burned it off. The weaker topside beam of the Demon burned into the Belletelli, causing only minor damages. The Belletelli returned the favor a short time later and completed the declawing of the destroyer with the topside beam's destruction. Garrett was impressed with the speed and efficiency with which the TMB ships targetted and destroyed enemy defense turrets, weakening the Demon's defenses further. They were well trained.
Deprived of its powerful main beams, the destroyer was relatively an easy target for the attacking ships, which hammered at it not only with beams, but also with turrets and flak fire when they were not busy swatting down Shivan fighters.
The Demon was weakening, the Phobos' beam fire had chewed a hole in the center of the Demon's right hand side. The righthand beam of the Phobos slashed out and into the hole, burning through several decks and touching the volatile reactor core. Explosions began to ripple across the Demon and it began to break up. Garrett smiled ferally, not only at the kill, but also at the thought that this should prove to the TMB that his crew was competent.
"Good shooting, Gunnery." He said, then turned to his Chief. "Damage report." He said simply.
"One forward laser turret down, its bad but I think it can be fixed. Also, the forward dorsal anti-capship turret took a pounding but it should be operational within an hour. We also have a hull breach on decks eight and nine, concentrated turret fire did that. We can patch it up, but it won't be able to take many direct hits."
It was less than he had any right to expect after facing a Demon. The excellent work of the other TMB ships had helped ensure that none of the ships involved in the attack sustained anything much over minor damages.
"Communications, contact the Admiral." He said, he assumed that Kohler would want a report.
"Admiral Kohler, how is your fleet?"
"The Apsu was destroyed by the Cains. Other than that, little that cannot be repaired in time. For that reason, we will remain on the outskirts of Vega a little longer than planned."
"Understood."
"So, Garret, how is the Phobos holding up?"
"Just fine Kohler. We'll be needing some small repairs. The Demon packs a good punch, even for a Shivan."
"Would you like me to send some engineers? Perhaps they could give you a hand with repairs."
"I'm quite sure my crew will be able to handle it, Admiral. But should we need your help, I'll be sure to notify you... Sir, near the beginning of the battle, we registered a small craft leaving the area, leaving from your ship."
"Probably Regalla. Don't worry about him. He won't last long out there alone anyway. Well Garret... if that's all?"
"Of course, Admiral Kohler. Communications, End Transmission."
Garrett would have liked to accept the offer for help with the repairs. It wasn't that his crew couldn't handle it, he just wanted to have his vessel back fully on-line ASAP. However, there were more than a few Vasudans serving aboard the Phobos. While the TMB and Kohler may have agreed to work with the Alliance against the Shivan threat, he did not think it wise to test the ceasefire agreement by placing TMB personnel in close contact with Vasudans. Though he did not doubt that Kohler, as well as most of the TMB was perfectly willing to work together, it was entirely possible that there were those who would not be so willing to put up with Vasudans. All it could take would be one little incident and hostilities might erupt again.
Garrett was sorry to hear of the loss of the Apsu. That was one less ship, several hundred less experienced personnel, that they had available to fight the Shivans.
As the vessels began to repair, two wings of Nephilim bombers and a wing of Basilisk fighters entered the area, then exitted before fighters could reach them. Obviously late arriving reinforcements for the Shivan force that was no more than debris now. Garrett's sensors showed they were making for Beta Aquilae, Kohler was likely preparing to order his own fighters to pursue. "Communications, get me the Admiral again."
Kohler appeared on the commscreen once again. "Admiral, I assume that you are preparing to sortie fighters to chase down those stray Shivans." He replied in the affirmative. "Don't send them...those are slow ships and they won't be expecting anything beyond the Beta Aquilae jump node. The sentry gun cluster will shred them easily and you won't be risking losing any pilots."
Kohler smiled at Garrett's mention of the forgotten sentry guns. "Good idea. Thank you for the advice, Captain. I'm calling the fighters off now."
A short time later, as the repairs continued, Garrett's ship received the transimission from the sentry guns that they were engaging Shivan forces. A few minutes later, another automated transmission came back reporting all Shivan vessels had been destroyed.
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Eishtmo, 05-19-2000 08:59 PM
Talnia/Vega Jump Node
A Shivan Ravana entered normal space, beam cannons blazing. Unfortunatly for it, a cluster of Remote Beam Cannons were waiting for it and hammered the Shivan ship. Following the RBC's volley came the beam fire of the dozen ships on station. Patroling bombers now entered the fray, adding their deadly payload to the flames that engulfed the Shivan Destroyer. Soon after, the Ravana exploded, but not before it smacked a Vasudan cruiser around.
Shivan fighters now poured through the node, attacking the retreating bombers. The GTVA's own fighters slipped in to provide cover. The furball that followed consumed ships as fast as they entered it. The nearby capitol ships added their anti-fighter beams to the melee, cutting the Shivan, and unlucky GTVA, fighters to pieces.
Shivan bombers now blew through the node, bypassing the furball and charged toward the lead GTVA destroyer. A squadron of SDF fighters jumped in, right behind the attacking bombers. The Shivans were caught between the anti-fighter beams and flak of the GTVA destroyer and the fighters of the SDF. In no time, the bombers were wiped clean from the galaxy.
Moments later, the last Shivan fighter was waxed. Pilots breathed a sigh of relief, and turned back toward their carriers. Suddenly, the jump warning sounded. All turned to see a Shivan Demon enter the system, beam cannons blazing.
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Antares System - GTVA Record Archive
"Here are the files you requested sir," the Clerk said as he place a stack of boxes on Commander Leaky's desk.
"What, they don't put these things on the computer?" Leaky asked. His desk was already covered with stacks of files, each the service record of every retired GTVA and SDF ship in existance.
"One day, there will be a paperless socity," said the Clerk. "And that will be the day we lose our jobs."
Leaky chuckled. "You're right Chief," he said. "I just wish they could have found someone else to go through all these files. Or at the very least, they could have just taken one right out of mothballs."
"The SDF would never forgive us if we destroyed a valued piece of GTA history," the Clerk said. "And neither would the Vasudans. I'm sure you'll find one each side could live without."
"I wish I had your confidence," Leaky said. "Well I've got work to do, dismissed."
The Clerk gave a sharp salute. "Yes sir," he said and then left.
Leaky went back to the file in front of him. A quick scan revealed that this was not the ship he wanted. He flipped closed the file and threw it on top of the 'Reject' pile.
The next file down read 'Galactic Terran Destroyer Gaia #00010.' Unlike the dozens of others, the file was very thin. A quick look through the records told why. This had been the ship in charge of defending Earth during the 14 year Terran-Vasudan war. However, despite how close they had come, the Vasudans had come to entering Sol with a substaintial force, they never did. And thusly, the Gaia was more of a GTA power symbol than an effecitve weapon. Millions had been spent cleaning and decorating the ship. A Senator even managed to put his totally unqualified son in command of the ship. It was the butt of many a joke back then, and universally hated by the rest of the GTV fleet.
No history. Most of it's former crew were dead. No one alive liked this symbol of GTA extravagance. It had also been in mothballs for the last 40 years. Leaky smiled. "This is it," he said. "This is the ship that will stop the Shivans but good."
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HeX, 05-19-2000 10:05 PM
GTVIJ Desdemona
Nearing Vega via Subspace
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Activating Log Books
Personal Log: Admiral Tiberius Pretala
Log Entry: 1044
After we arrived in the Beta Aquilae system we met up with the rest of our ships. Besides the GTVIJ Desdemona and the GTVID Brimstone, Gladiator and Unrelenting, we also were joined by the GTCv Charon, the GTCv Bane, the GTC Lion Mane and the GTC Ambrosia. This brings our fleet up to eight ships, not much but still better then nothing. We docked with a GTVA Installation and with their help the Helix Cannon is online far ahead of schedual. However, the recharge rate was increased to one hour after each use due to some improvisations made in the completion of the cannon. We have received our orders from GTVI HQ, we are to return to Vega and join up with the forces there. While GTVI ships usually don't enter front line combat, in this situation GTVI feels we have little options. The only other course of action would be to sit here in Beta Aquilae and await destruction. Once in Vega I will have to remember to contact the Admiral onboard the Anatu and offer my thanks for his assistance against the Shivan forces that persued us. Speaking of the Anatu, we encountered it's departing guest, one ex-Commander Regalla. It seems he stole a fighter with inter-system jump capabilities and made it to Beta Aquilae right behind us. That was as far as he made it before he had a run in with one of the Desdemona's beam cannons. It was a death befitting a traitor. We will be arriving in Vega shortly, this may well be my last log so I will say this; whatever happens out there we will face it with courage and dedication. Not dedication to the GTVA but dedication to our species, be it Terran or Vasudan. End of log.
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The Admiral glanced out the forward view port as the fleet exited subspace. There sat the many ships that would form one of the barriers against armageddon. Pretala turned to face his second in command who stood grim-faced behind him.
"Status?" the Admiral asked in a quiet voice.
"All systems are green," the Captain replied, "Shields are online, weapons are powered and Helix Cannon gunnery control says that the weapon is charged."
"Good. Contact the Admiral of the Anatu and send him our thanks along with a basket of fruit."
The Captain hesitated, "Sir?"
"I was kidding about the fruit Captain," the Admiral said with a thin smile, "Just send our gratitude and tell the rest of the fleet to be ready for anything."
The Captain walked over to the comm. station and began carrying out his orders. The Admiral sighed, this was going to be a tough battle. He just hoped that GTVA could come up with something fast. He stared at the fleet floating in space around the Desdemona's bulk, how many of them would be torn to pieces in the comming storm? How many more lives would be lost to those demons of space? Many times the Terran and Vasudan races had stood here at the brink of annihilation. How many more times would it be before they could live without fear?
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PeachE, 05-20-2000 01:26 PM
GTCv Anatu
Outer Vega
"Sir. Those massive Terran ships are coming back through the node, this time with several Deimos and Leviathans. Should I hail them?"
No need. But call for a meeting of all officer in the fleet. I intend to give a briefing of the situations. Oh and have visual displays of the ships ready.
...
[In the Anatu's large briefing room, her officers wait for the Admiral to give his speech. Communications displays have been set up around the room so that the Briefing Rooms on the other ships may have the benefit of the visual displays as well. On the massive front screen is a computer image and readout of the new ships.]
Ladies and gentlemen, meet the GTIJ Desdemona. Her three large Dominator class escorts are the GTVID Gladiator, the GTVID Brimstone, and the GTVID Unrelenting. The two Deimos class ships in the rear are the Charon and the Bane. And the two nearby Leviathans are the LionMane and the Ambrosia.
Information on all of these ships has been added to the technical database. However, just to give you some sense of scale, the Anatu, our own large Corvette, is approximately one thousand meters long. In comparison, the GTVIJ Desdemona is ten thousand meters long. The GTVID Dominators are also quite impressive at almost five thousand meters each. And, as you already know, the Deimos is approximately seven hundred meters, while the Leviathan class is comparable to our own small cruisers.
During private communications between myself and Admiral Tiberius Pretala, the commander of this new fleet, we came to a conclusion. The two fleets will join together in an effort to blockade the Shivans from leaving Vega to Beta Aquilae. This means that even once repairs are complete, we will not be leaving outer Vega.
These new ships raise our fleet size from ten ships to eighteen and an impressive force by almost anyone's standards. Command of this large fleet(s) will be somewhat joint. While we will each maintain control of our own individual ships, Admiral Pretala and I will cooperate on all engagements and work together in the making of important decisions.
I've recieved word that repairs on the Lemastu, our most damaged ship, could take anywhere from two days to two weeks, depending on the availability of parts. For this reason and others, I am taking the Anatu back to Beta Aquilae for parts. While I am gone, Admiral Pretala will be in charge. Should trouble arise, you will take your orders from him. Otherwise, just continue your repairs if you still need them.
That is all. Dismissed.
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Eishtmo, 05-20-2000 08:30 PM
Tau Sigma System - Lah'ro Station
Ripper stared out towards Tau Sigma III. Once, some two years ago, this had been the system he had patroled aboard the Horan under Captian Bud Alered. Those had been boring days, going back and forth, between the various planets of Tau Sigma, conducting drills but little else. He chuckled to himself. All those drills had finally paid off during the last month.
"Captian," Thomas said.
"Yes, what is it?"
"We've finished repairs to the ships," Thomas reported. "As soon as we've finished loading supplies, we'll be ready to go."
"That's good," Ripper said. "Get as many supplies as you can, especially food. We have no idea how far we'll be going."
"Aye sir," Thomas said with a salute.
Ripper watched his executive officer leave, wondering if they would ever come back from where ever Ma'thon was leading them. He sighed, and turned toward the main promanade of the station.
People passed everywhere. Buying, selling, stealing, anything to make a living in this hell hole known as Lah'ro station. Ripper spotted Ma'thon standing on one of the promanade's balconies high above the base floor. A brisk climb up the stairs took him to the side of the Vasudan.
"Whatcha doing?" Ripper asked.
Ma'thon didn't stop staring forward. "That is where he was hung."
Ripper looked out where Ma'thon was. "Who was?"
"Admiral Vo'qan," Ma'thon said. "After the Eishtmo executed him."
Ripper shook his head sadly. "I remember that now," he said. "I also remember all the masacures that occured after the Victorious left."
Ma'thon turned to the Terran. "We did not know about that," he said. "And we did not approve."
"It doesn't matter," said Ripper. "It happened, and we can't change that now."
"You are correct," Ma'thon said. "But, perhaps after we are done, we will have found the Eishtmo's absolution."
"Where are we going anyway Ma'thon?"
"The Eishtmo's colony," the Vasudan said. "I told you this already."
"Yes you did," Ripper said. "But I want to know where we have to go to get there. How many systems must we travel through to reach his colony. I know it isn't beyond Tau Sigma, there's nothing there, not even a jump node."
Ma'thon smiled. "When we get there, I will tell you where to go. You must only be brave enough to attempt the journey."
"That doesn't build my convidence any," Ripper said.
"I suppose it does not," Ma'thon said.
The two stood there in silence. Below, the business of everyday life went on. And beyond the station's walls, Tau Sigma III still turned, silent in the Universe.
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Enough for tonight. During the story we used the node mape for Warzone, thus why you won't find Tau Sigma on a official node map. Later.
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More to post. And if you're not watching Battlestar Galactica, I pity you.
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HeX, 05-20-2000 10:37 PM
GTVIJ Desdemona
Edge of the Vega System
Pretala watched as the Anatu jumped to Beta Aquilae and then went back to reviewing the fleet status. Pretala set the analysis aside and clasped his hands in front of his mouth, all these ships and yet not enough to hold back the coming storm. How many Shivan ships would assault this node? Two? Ten? Twenty? Two Hundred? In the end it didn't matter, all it would take is three or four Juggernauts to warp in and it would all be over. Still they had to fight, to give up would be as foolish as the GTVI's opening of the Capella Jump Node. They had expected resistance but not the entire Shivan armada. Foolish mistakes made by government suits who had probably never even seen a Shivan fighter let alone fight one. The Admiral was wrenched from his thoughts by the sound of a grating alarm signaling incoming ships.
"Sir!" the sensor officer called out, "We have reports that two Demon's just entered subspace on a direct course for this sector."
"So, they know we're here. Inform the fleet to stand ready and send a transmission to the Anatu apprising them of our situation."
"Aye sir!"
Pretala frowned, two Demons it would be a tough fight. If only there was a way to hit them before they could hit the fleet. A thought suddenly crossed the Admiral's mind.
"Captain Robertson, do we have any of those Nucleonic Explosives left in the hold?"
The Captain checked the manifest, "Uh…yes sir. We have at least 30 left over. Why do you ask sir?"
"How big of an explosion would all 30 put out? Could they take down a Demon?"
"Well sir, the vacuum would dampen the blast slightly but if we put them close together it could destroy or at least incapacitate a ship that size."
"Get one of the Demon's entry co-ordinates and have the Nu-Ex's deployed to deliver a maximum blast effect. Have your finger on the trigger Captain because we'll only get one shot at this!"
A few minutes later, multiple support ships and small freighters finished deploying the Nucleonic Explosives in a doughnut pattern with enough space in the center for the Demon's front section to pass through. The Captain gripped the detonator key tightly as the sensor officer counted down the time until the Demon emerged. Pretala turned to the comm. officer.
"Comm," he commanded, "order the fleet to target the entry point of that second Demon. When she emerges they are to hit her with everything we've got."
The comm. officer nodded and the Captain frowned, "Sir, why not just use the Helix Cannon to eliminate that Demon?"
"And then what do we do if they send a Juggernaut before we get it re-charged? Should I contact them and inform the Shivans not to send any for the next hour?"
The Captain nodded and turned back to the main view port. Outside a subspace opening appeared and swelled to accommodate the bulk of the first Demon. The monstrous ship pushed its way into space and settled right into the hoop of Nucleonic Explosives. The Captain turned the key and a beep indicated the detonation sequence had started. All around the Demon Nucleonic Explosives detonated simultaneously. The combined blasts tore through the hull of the destroyer, shearing it in two. The two sections drifted as multiple internal explosions blossomed out from its tattered hull. Before the debris had even begun to settle the second opening appeared and another of the huge destroyers slipped through. The Shivan crew had obviously not expected to find 17 ships and one 10 km Juggernaut. The ships unleashed a full broadside of beams, missiles, laser pulses and flak bursts which tore the second Demon to shreds. The "bridge" was the first thing to go, hit by the Desdemona's port side beams. The other ships targeted the main bulk and by the end only a few tattered scraps remained of the once fearsome destroyer.
"And to think," Captain Robertson said with a smile, "those things used to be a real scourge during the Great War."
"Don't get too cocky," the Admiral replied, "if they send too many Demons you'll be eating those words."
The sensor officer suddenly turned white, "S-sir, while we were hitting those two destroyers the Shivans sent a Sathanas through to our location. It will be arriving in…oh god…less then two minutes!"
"Helm! Full power to engines! Make sure it targets us instead of the rest of the fleet! Tell Helix Cannon Control to stand by to fire on that monster when it comes through! Shield status?"
"Shields are online," one of the officers reported, "engineering says we can take one maybe two volleys of beam fire from that thing before the grid shorts out. Even if we take one hit we'll need some repairs!"
"Then we better make sure they only get off one volley."
The Desdemona ground to a halt before a massive subspace portal that had just opened. The crew of every ship watched in fear as the tips of the four main spikes slid through followed by the beetle-like hull. The two Juggernauts faced off and almost seemed to be assessing each other. The tip of each of the Sathanas' spikes glowed bright and then unleashed a storm of bright red energy. The beams washed over the Desdemona's shields and for a moment they almost seemed like they would collapse. The beams powered down and Pretala righted himself in his chair.
"Helix Control, FIRE!!"
A double helix of beams exploded from the Desdemona and stopped just short of the Sathanas' hull. With frightening speed a sphere of interlocked beams wove itself around the Shivan behemoth. The Sathanas began charging up its beams again just as the sphere completed itself. Before the Shivan Juggernaut could fire, the sphere contracted the beams ripping down through the hull and into the vital portions of the behemoth. The four "arms" were sheared off and multiple explosions tore through the Sathanas' hull. A massive explosion ripped the ship in two and quickly consumed it. Pretala grabbed the arms of his chair as the shock waves shook the Desdemona. A cheer rang out over the bridge as the flames cleared and the smoldering debris floated past the view port.
"Well done every one," Pretala said with a smile, "Get damage reports ready and send any parts requests to the Anatu. We beat them, this time."
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PeachE, 05-20-2000 11:53 PM
GTVA Installation
Beta Aquilae
Clerk, I have some requisitions I need filled.
"Okay, Admiral Kohler, is it? Do you have Identification and Authorization... Thank you. Now, do you know what you need, exactly?"
Yes, I do. I need these parts for a Leviathan Class engine, these parts for a Aeolus class. And I need these custom-built for this Juggernaut class. Here are the specifications.
"Oh good. At first I thought you were going to be another commander going through all the files. Ever since the Shivan reappearance, just about every commander through here has been going through the old ship records. Apparently, they want to take every ship they can out of mothballs."
Interesting... I don't suppose you would let me take a look at some of those files?
"I'm afraid not, Admiral. For some strange reason, even with your high rank, the computer won't let you access anything with a high security classification."
I think I know why... But you can't blame me for trying.
"Of course. Processing your requisitions. Yes, we have all of your Leviathan class parts in the warehouse. The custom parts will need to be rebuilt. Could take some time... Alright then. Just have your ship near Dock Station C. We'll take care of it from there."
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GTCv Anatu
Beta Aquilae
Has engineering gone through all of those parts? Are they what we asked for?
"Yes Admiral. Everything we'll need."
Good. Very good. Those handlers didn't look like they could've gotten the order right if they tried.
"They were a sad looking lot, weren't they? Should I have helm set course for the fleet in Vega, sir?"
Yes, you do that, Captain. Call me if you need me.
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"Sorry to bother you sir. We're nearing the jump node and there's a Hecate class destroyer off in left field. She's hailing us."
Put her through
"This is the SDF Erikson to Unidentified Corvette. Please identify."
This is the GTCv Anatu. I'm her commander, Admiral Kohler. What exactly do you want?
"Please power down and surrender your ship immediately or face immediate destruction."
[Kohler thinks about it for a second. This was a brave step for the SDF rebels, moving into Beta Aquilae, even the outskirts. But they were apparently bold enough to steal a Hecate. How else would they have gotten their hands on one? And the Anatu was definately outgunned by the Hecate. Then, a plan begins to formulate in his mind]
We cannot power down. Half of our power grid was destroyed. We're running the engines off of the Weapons power grid as it is. We're just coming from aquisitions now. We don't have the parts installed yet. As you can probably see from yourself on the outside, this ship took a beating from the Shivans in Vega.
"Very well. But prepare to be boarded. We're sending a transport in to dock with you. Don't try anything. We've got you covered."
Of course.
[The Communication ends. Admiral Kohler starts talking to his second in command]
Okay, they're on our starboard side, pointing three beams at most at us. Have the gunner point beams at each of the one's pointed at us. Slowly charge them up. On my command, blow those turrets off the ship. She'll turn to compensate. When she does, fire at her engines. Just do enough damage to disable them. Then take out the rest of the turrets on that side. We'll take some damage but I don't want that ship destroyed. Just dead in the water. Understood?
"Yes sir. I'll get right on it."
[The enemy commander comes back on screen]
"Admiral Kohler what are you up to? My computer says that your ship is charging it's beams."
I already told you: We have the engines running off of the Weapons power grid. It's a miscalculation. The engines are cycling.
[Captain Mays takes a cue and Interjects] "Sir, the engines are finished cycling."
Very well. And... FIRE!
"Admiral Kohler. That was very unwise. We will be forced to destroy you."
"She's turning admiral... We're taking damage... There. Her engines are disabled. And there goes the last beam on that side. Now, what do we do?"
If you noticed her bridge in the communications, she's running with a skeleton crew. And she sent some on that transport to board us... Allow the transport to dock with us. When it does, take out the men inside. Send troops over to the Erikson and have them eliminate all resistance. Have all non-resistant personel and officers arrested and put in the brig.
When the opposition is eliminated, I, with a skeleton crew and some engineers will go take charge of the Erikson. When we get her ready to go, we'll return to Vega with her. There, we'll take extra crew members from some of our other ships to form the Erikson's new crew. I will remain in command of the Erikson. You will take charge of the Anatu. I think you're ready for it... don't you?
"Thank you sir. I will try."
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"Admiral, all hostile encounters have been eliminated. There weren't many though. Most gave up easily. I don't think they were all as dedicated to the cause as the SDF would like. The brig is completely full."
What about the commander?
"When he saw we had taken most of the crew, he gave up easily."
Bring him and any other officers back to the Anatu. I don't want them imprisoned with the rest of their crew. I don't want any chance of a riot.
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SDF Erikson
Beta Aquilae
"Admiral, Engines of the Erikson back online. We didn't do much damage at all, barely enough to disable them."
Send a message to the Anatu. We're heading for Vega immediately.
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GTVIJ Desdemona
Outer Vega
"Admiral Pretala, two arrivals from the jump node. The Anatu and an SDF Hecate. Do you think they're being chased?"
"Hold on Captain Robertson, they're not exchanging fire. Send a communication to Kohler on the Anatu. Ask him what's going on."
"Message Sent and Reply recieved, Admiral Kohler is on the newly taken Erikson, the SDF Hecate in pursuit. Captain Mays, the new commander of the Anatu, asks that we change the Erikson's IFF signal in our database while they're working on changing the Erikson's IFF signal to GTVA status."
"Very well. Send communications to Kohler on the Erikson. Ask him what the hell is going on?"
"Greetings Admiral Pretala. I hear we missed an engagement. Too bad. I would have loved to see that Juggernaut go down."
"Yes, it was quite a show, Kohler. So, where did you get that Hecate?"
"Oh. A little trophy I decided to keep from our last engagement. My new flagship. Something more befitting an Admiral. Her weapons are temporarily out of commission, but I'll have them up and running soon enough. I'll brief you on the engagement later. First, I'm going to take care of distributing these parts. We have all of your requests on board. We'll send them over by transport."
"Right. We'll be expecting it."
"Admiral Kohler. Signing off."
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HeX, 05-21-2000 04:58 PM
GTVIJ Desdemona
Vega to Beta Aquilae Jump node
Admiral Pretala turned in his chair to face the communications officer, "Get me Admiral Kohler." The comm. officer nodded and tapped a few keys activating a link between the Desdemona and the new GTD Erikson.
"Admiral Pretala," Kohler said as he turned to face the vid comm., "What's on your mind?"
"We need to take the Desdemona along with the GTVID Unrelenting back to the Beta Aquilae system temporarily. We are going to a GTVI run shipyards to allow engineers to complete work on the Helix Cannon's recharge systems. If we are lucky, it should reduce the recharge rate to 2 hours instead of 24."
"Quite a change. How do they plan to do that exactly? Or is that classified?"
Pretala smiled, "It's classified but I've pulled a few strings and gotten you clearance enough to hear this. The cannon has been running off reserve power from the 5 reactors and that isn't a lot for a 4 kilometer long cannon to go on. They are installing a 6th reactor in the already constructed slot to be used solely for powering the cannon."
"They didn't do that earlier?"
"Couldn't do that earlier. The reactor was to be installed at the Omicron Shipyards before they were destroyed."
"I haven't heard of the Omicron Shipyards."
"You wouldn't have. They were a top secret GTVI station but that's no longer classified seeing as it no longer exists and your fleet is sitting next to the main construction project. That GTVI agent on your ship who went renegade had one of your pilots killed because he stumbled on the project."
Admiral Kohler's face darkened, "I see. So it was sabotage. I certainly can't say I agree with the GTVI's methods in handling that scenario."
"Actually Regalla's tampering was against GTVI Operation Codes. Usually we simply cover up the evidence of an operation like that and ensure any reports become lost or edited. Regalla's actions condemned him as a traitor and a murderer."
"I see. Thank you for the closure Admiral Pretala. When can we expect you back?"
"Within 14 hours I believe was the projected timeframe, unless something comes up of course. Think the fleet will hold together without us?"
Admiral Kohler smiled, "I'm sure we won't fall into disarray without you Admiral, take care out there, we don't know if any other SDF ships are in the region."
"If there are we'll show them what firepower is all about."
With that, the Desdemona slipped into the swirling blue and white of subspace followed closely by the GTVID Unrelenting.
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GTVIJ Desdemona
Nearing the Vega system via Subspace
12 Hours Later
Refitting had been completed far ahead of the projected schedule and Pretala was eager to get back on the front lines. For the last few hours their had been reports of Shivan attacks on the Vega to Beta Aquilae node and the GTVID Unrelenting had been forced to return to Vega to assist in the combat. One of the GTVI Second Fleet's cruisers had been downed, the GTC LionMane had taken a hit from a Ravana to it's reactor and detonated. The GTVID Brimstone and the GTCv Anatu quickly cut down the Ravana before it could do any further damage. No word on losses from Kohler's fleet but he was sure that more repairs would be needed. Admiral Pretala sat up as the Desdemona slipped from subspace and into the midst of a battle between the fleet and a Shivan force. The force consisted of a Ravana and two Molochs. Judging by the debris their had been more then that at the start of the battle. Swarms of fighters and bombers hurtled around each other like insects and beams ripped through space. Pretala watched as the GTVID Gladiator downed one of the Molochs with a wash of beam fire that sliced the Shivan corvette in two.
"Full alert!" shouted Captain Robertson, "Arm weapons and launch figheters!"
"Gunnery," Admiral Pretala snapped, "Target that Ravana! Helm, turn us so the port side is facing that monster. I want to give it a blast of everything we've got!"
Fighters poured from the Desdemona's fighter bay and dove into the fray. The Desdemona fired multiple beams into the Ravana and dug deep gouges in it's hull. The Ravana, noticing the larger threat, opened fire with it's four main beams. They struck the Desdemona's hull and burned away armor plating.
"Where are the shields?" Pretala yelled.
"The Shields took a hit from a Shivan bomber sir!" called an Engineer, "repairs are under way!"
"Gunnery! Target those beams! Tell the fighters to intercept those bombers before they his something vital!"
The Desdemona swiped at the Ravana again with it's beams and managed to destroy two of the Ravana's beam cannons. The Ravana opened fire the remaining two and struck one of the Desdemona's sensors, ripping it from the hull. Before the Ravana could fire again, the Erikson unleashed a full spread of beams and tore the remaining two weapon mounts from the Ravana's hull. Pretala remembered to thank the Admiral for his help. A wing of Nahema bombers buzzed the bridge followed closely by a swarm of fighters from the GTVID Brimstone. Pretala watched as four corvettes, three from Kohler's fleet and one from Pretala's finished off the Ravana with beams and flak. The Desdemona' s gunners turned their firepower on the remaining Moloch and finished off the already dying corvette. Before anyone could even sigh with relief, a Demon warped into the middle of the fleet and lashed out in all directions. Pretala was sure he saw a ship go down but he couldn't see the type.
"Enough of this!" Pretala said standing up from his chair, "Helix Control, target that Demon and erase it from existence!"
"What if a Juggernaut comes through?" asked Captain Robertson.
"If they were going to send one they would have done so. We can hold out for two hours until the cannon recharges. Helix Control FIRE!"
Once again the double helix of beams lashed out from the Desdemona and enveloped the Shivan destroyer. The bubble of beams collapsed on the Demon and gutted the ship before it could get off another shot.
A few minutes later the remaining Shivan fighters were mopped up and the fleet commanders began assessing damage. Surprisingly there were few losses but the damage to the remaining ships was considerable. Pretala looked out at the scarred surface of the Gladiator as it drifted past. The comm. beeped and Pretala answered to be met with the face of a tired and somewhat dirty-faced Admiral Kohler.
"Well Pretala," he said with a thin smiled, "we managed to hold them back this time. How's your fleet holding up?"
"We'll hold together but the Brimstone is going to need to report to Beta Aquilae for repairs. They took some heavy damage to their weapons control and sensors. How's your end?"
"The Erikson will need some repairs. The Anatu did alright, nothing a fresh coat of paint won't help."
"I suggest we meet on board the Desdemona and go over the reports together. You have a better knowledge of what resources you have available to you."
"I'll think about it and get back to you on that. Kohler out."
The Admiral sighed, they had already lost a cruiser and the GTC Ambrosia was barely holding together. The Corvettes had done alright with only minor damage, tough ships. The GTVID Dominators had taken bomber hits and some beam fire but most of them, except the Brimstone, would only need field repairs. It was going to be a long fight.
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Eishtmo, 05-21-2000 10:40 PM
Tau Sigma/#4553-03 Jump Node - SDD Olympus
"Are you sure they're coming here?" Harris asked his commander.
"Of course they'll be here," Hamilton said. "This is where the Eishtmo came into the GTVA, this is where he'll go out."
"You don't really believe the Eishtmo is on board the Horan?" Harris said with shock. "You just made that up."
"He must be," Hamilton said. "That's the only reason why they would have defied us this long."
"Sir," Louis said. "We're picking up a jump signature, curiser mass."
"Fire control, power up the Flux cannons," Hamilton yelled.
Outside, the three subspace vortices of the Horan and her escort transports appeared, the three ships slipping through them.
"GTC Horan, this is the SDD Olympus, stand down or be destroyed," York said over the comm system.
The four ships stood off, each unwilling to give in. Like a scene from an old Western, they sat at the ready.
"SDD Olympus," Sission of the Horan said. "You've got to be crazy to follow us this far. We will not stand down, you stand down, or we will fire."
Hamilton chuckled. "They're bluffing," he said. "They couldn't beat us if they wanted to."
"They did disable us the last time," Harris reminded the Admiral.
"Good point," Hamilton said. "Helm, point us in a way that the weapon targeting systems cannot be hit by the Horan."
"Aye sir," said the helmsman.
"Sir," Louis said. "The Horan is still making it's way toward the node."
"As soon as we've turned the weapons subsystem out of their firing arc," Hamilton said to Harris. "Open fire on the Horan."
The Horan contuined forward, transport Omega taking the point while Alpha postioned itself between the Horan and the Olympus. Tension began to build up on all four ships as they danced amoung the stars.
"We are in postion," the helmsman said.
"Open fire," Hamilton yelled.
"But sir, the transport," Louis protested.
"Fire," Hamilton yelled louder.
The dance was ended with a blast of light. A beam of light lept out of the Olympus and charged toward the Horan. However, the Argo transport Alpha had moved right into the weapons path, and took the full brunt of the shot. After a few seconds, the Flux cannon had finished it's firing sequence, and Alpha exploded.
"Transport destroyed," Louis said. "The Horan is still making for the node."
"Recharge and fire," Hamilton ordered.
"Sir, destroyer jumping in," Louis yelled.
The VAD Axion slipped out of subspace and fired a beam volley at the Olympus. The ship shook with the impact. Just as the Axion's first volley had finished, the Horan and her remaining transport slipped through the node into system #4553-03.
"Where the hell did they come from?" Harris demanded.
"It doesn't matter," Hamilton said. "We can't fight a Hades. Helm, get us out of here."
"Aye sir," the helmsman replied.
The Olympus jumped out, leaving the Axion alone. Nearby, a piece of an old Hecate flutter past. The light reflecting off it's surface revealed the ship's name: GTD Bach.
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The GTD Bach was the first casualty of NHOL 2, taken out by the Victorious, a 20 kilometer super juggernaut. The Victorious was so powerful, it destroyed Earth (and itself) at the end of that story.
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PeachE, 05-21-2000 10:54 PM
GTD Erikson
Outer Vega
What is the status of the Lamastu?
"Engines are still down. Only part of her weapons subsystem has been repaired. She won't take another beating."
Okay, we've got almost two hours before those Shivan warships get within range. Get all of the transports to the Lamastu right away. Have the Erikson pull within short range. We should easily be able to get the entire crew of the Lamastu on board. If we manage to get all of the crew onboard, have all of the enemy POWs tranferred over to the Lamastu. Well, what are you waiting for? Get right on it.
Communications, get online with the rest of the fleet. Warn them. It was fortunate for us that cruiser from the front got through a warning. Too bad she didn't live to make any use of it. Engine room, have the engines primed within the hour. As soon as the ships get within range, I want to be able to hit full speed. We have to flank the Sathanas. She's extremely vulnerable from the rear. Otherwise, she'll rip us to pieces. Gunnery control, have all turrets, especially rear turrets, ready to fire on my signal. I don't want to have to turn around to fire at this thing. All docking stations and flight decks, we're going to behaving the crew of the Lamastu on board. As soon as they get here, get them to quarters. Brig, ready the prisoners for transfer.
"Should I tell the Anatu to do the same?"
No. These crew members will, in all probability, die in the Lemastu. I want the Officers in the Anatu's brig to stand trial.
[One Hour, 46 Minutes Later]
Have we gotten the Lemastu's crew on board?
"Every one of them. Transfer of the prisoners is also complete."
Excellent. Here they come.
[There they were, in all there glory. The Shivans. Two Sathanas Juggernauts. Two Ravana class Destroyers. Four Moloch Corvettes. And Four Cain class cruisers. It was enough to overwhelm almost any fleet.]
You all know our strategy. Beams and engines first. Attack the hulls last... ENGAGE!!!
[As the first Sathanas charged her beams, the Erikson charged her engines. At full speed, she moved past the great beast, opening fire on its engine and vulnerable hull. The Anatu, Phobos, Ellil, the Unrelenting and the two GTVI Deimos Corvettes followed suit. Hundreds of fighters and bombers moved against the giant warships, ignoring enemy fighters, ignoring their own safety, knowing that they had to be disarmed. The beam cannons went first, fighters and bombers going up in smoke as frequently as the flak charges following them. With all those ships attacking her, the first Sathanas fell. The Brimstone and Gladiator moved against the second Juggernaut. But the second Juggernaut moved against the Erikson.]
"GTC LionMane has been destroyed... We're hit, Admiral. Sathanas has turned to engage. The Weapons grid is barely holding. We're down to only a couple of beams and any more hits, they'll be gone too."
How is the Lemastu holding up?
"They're ignoring her. Don't percieve her as a threat. The remaining Sathanas is flying right by her. Couldn't be more than a few dozen meters between them."
How many beam cannons left on the Starboard side?
"Two. Hardly enough to take down a Sathanas."
Enough to take down the Lemastu?... Answer me!! Is it enough to take down the Lamastu?... Good. Fire all available beams at her reactor.
"What are you saying?"
DO IT!!!
[The remaining beams charged up, aimed directly at the Lemastu's reactor. Direct hit. The Lemastu exploded in fire and fury. A shockwave shot out across the void of space. Debri left the ship at incredible speeds, embedding itself in the nearby Juggernaut.]
"Sir, that did it. The Sathanas is down to ten percent hull integrity in some place. The Gladiator and Brimstone should be able to take it from here."
Good. Well done... We do what we have to do, Captain. For the good of mankind... Juggernauts are history. Let's take care of the rest of the Shivans. Get in contact with the Phobos, the Ellil and Belletelli. Have them attack the Cains. Have the Unrelenting, the Brimstone and the Gladiator join up with us. We're going after those Ravana's and Moloch's. Have all smaller cruisers join in at their own disgression.
"Scanners indicate the Cains are gone, Admiral. The Phobos has turned to help with attacks agains the larger ships... Moloch going down... First Ravana disabled... Fighters just took out the second Moloch... First Ravana destroyed..."
"Sir, GTVIJ Desdemona arriving in system... GTC Mardok disabled"
Damn it! Order all large ships to engage the Ravana. We have to take it down! Get all smaller cruisers over to the Mardok. I don't want to lose another ship.
"All weapons back online, Sir"
Open a full spread on that Ravana.
"Ravana and Molochs have been eliminated with the help of the Desdemona. Demon class entering the area... Sorry Admiral, Mardok has been eliminated by the Demon. Desdemona has eliminated the Demon... All enemy ships eliminated, Admiral. We're out of danger."
We're never out of danger. But get in contact with all remaining ships in the fleet. Get status reports. How bad of shape are we in?
"The Erikson's weapons system has been temporarily overloaded. In the rush to get them back online, we had to take some shortcuts... Anatu reporting navigational problems... Phobos will not answer communications. Records show last communication was when we ordered her to attack the Cains. I suspect the Shivans damaged her communications system. Further damages are questionable... Kingu reports minor hull fracture on Level D Barracks, but secured before any major problems... Ellil reports some engine problems, but says she has the parts on board to fix it... Bellitelli's scanners have been temporarily knocked out... Various damages on the other ships, and as you know: Lemastu, Mardok and LionMane have been destroyed."
Three ships and two good crews. Pretty bad. But it could have been much worse. Secure a transmission with the Desdemona... Well Pretala, we managed to hold them back this time. How9;s your fleet holding up?
"We'll hold together but the Brimstone is going to need to report to Beta Aquilae for repairs. They took some heavy damage to their weapons control and sensors. How's your end?"
The Erikson will need some repairs. The Anatu did alright, nothing a fresh coat of paint won't help.
"I suggest we meet on board the Desdemona and go over the reports together. You have a better knowledge of what resources you have available to you."
I'll think about it and get back to you on that. Kohler out... Communications, when a full list is compiled, send a copy of the damages to the Desdemona. Tell the Admiral I accept and will report to the meeting at the stated time. Also notify him that I request that Captain Mays from the Anatu and Commander Garret from the Phobos also be present. Engineering, If we have any parts we can spare for the other ships, have them transported on the double. Get some top-level engineers to the Kingu to help with that hull breach. Weapons, have the system fixed ASAP, but no short-cuts this time. I want this ship in perfect order. Close, anyways.
Oh, and communications, inform the Admiral to temporarily hold the Brimstone. I want the Erikson to go to Beta Aquilae as well. The crew of the Lemastu will need a new ship and I'll need GTVI influence to get it.
That's all. Get to work, everyone.
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HeX, 05-22-2000 12:46 AM
GTVIJ Desdemona
Edge of the Vega System
"Sir, incoming transmission from the GTD Erikson," said the comm. officer, "They are requesting that we hold back the Brimstone. They want the Erikson to join. They also sent damage reports, a few requests and one agreement to meet on the Desdemona. Admiral Kohler wants Captain Mays and Commander Garret to be present."
The Admiral nodded, "Thank you Lieutenant. Prep the conference room."
Less then an hour later, Admiral Pretala, Admiral Kohler, Captain Robertson, Captain Mays and Commander Garret sat in the large conference room. They were soon joined by Captain Jhonathan Paris of the GTVID Gladiator, Captain Fredrick Sola of the Brimstone and Captain Diana Flagstaff of the Unrelenting.
"Well," said Pretala as he brought up a damage manifest on the main holo-projector in the center of the table, "looks like both fleets took one hell of a beating. We are down to 15 ships in total. This after three Sathanas and a ton of Destroyers, Cruisers and Corvettes. Not bad odds but any loss is a problem."
"We're down even less then that once the Erikson and Brimstone depart to Beta Aquilae," commented Captain Paris stroking his beard, "If a Shivan force comes through then, we'll be down to 13 ships."
"If we had a ship for the Lemastu crew we could boost our force to 16," Admiral Kohler said pointing to an item listed on the hologram indicating the lost ship, "But we'll need GTVI help for that. Can you pull any more strings Admiral Pretala?"
"Already have and you and the Lemastu crew will love this," Pretala brought up a still image of a ship, a GTVID Dominator class, "Meet the Reaper, the newest addition to our little party. This ones under your command Kohler. However she needs a lot of new crewmen and I think the Lemastu crew would be a fine addition."
"Are you sure the GTVI can spare that ship?" asked Commander Garret, "Considering the situation?"
"We are the situation Commander," said Captain Sola with a grim smile, "We're the only thing between the Shivans and the Beta Aquilae system."
"Exactly," said Pretala, "and I've made sure GTVI HQ understands that. They have offered full co-operation and agreed to let Kohler have access to this ship. However, there will be several GTVI officers manning the more classified systems. I am allowed to brief you on what those systems are but not why they are. I'll send the data to the Erikson as soon as we finish here."
"Four destroyers," Kohler said with a smile, "The Shivan's won't know what hit them. I owe you one Pretala."
Admiral Pretala shook his head, "Consider it thanks for keeping those bastards from doing any serious damage to my ships. Let's continue on…"
The meeting lasted a full hour and by the end it was decided that the Desdemona would lend most of it's resources to the repair of the fleet since it was the least damaged. They all stood to leave and the Admiral Pretala watched through the conference room window as the Erikson and Brimstone departed into subspace. Captain Robertson walked up beside him.
"So the GTVI is actually letting them have a Dominator," he said with a shake of his head, "not that many days ago that would have been out of the question. Why is the GTVI being to liberal with this new tech?"
"They want Kohler to feel welcome. The truth is Captain, and I trust you to secrecy with this, GTVI HQ actually is considering attempting to recruit the Admiral after all of this. His combat skills are top notch and we could use a man like him. That and considering the situation the GTVI can hardly be picky. We can't risk our race over a petty political debate."
"I see. Well I have no problem with it, just so long as they can keep the Reaper intact."
Pretala smiled, "With that man in charge, it'll probably come back in better condition then when it left."
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TRANSMISSION FROM: The GTVIJ Dominator
TO: The GTD Erikson
RE: The GTVID Dominator class destroyer
The material you are about to view is classified level Rho. It has been edited to fit the classification level. All other data is classified level Omega and cannot be viewed without proper authorization.
The GTVID Dominator class was designed after the second coming of the Shivans. The project has taken much time and resouces to complete and is only now being put into actual sevice. The Dominator series was developed based on the need for a more maneuverable ship without sacrificing firepower. Advances in engine and reactor design brought about the construction of the first fully functional GTVID Dominator. The ship was later decomissioned when it was determined that the ship would serve no actual pupose at present time. With the possibility of a thrid Shivan invasion following Knossos useage at the Capella node, a newer model Dominator was put into production at the Omicron Shipyards in Vega. The new Dominator features a thicker hull, redisigned structure and more firepower over it's lesser cousin. It features 20 Lasers, 5 Flak Cannons, 5 Missile banks, and 6 Beam Cannons as well as fighters and bombers. The beams on the Dominator are a newer version of anti-cap beams with a slightly shortened re-charge rate and an increase in beam duration and damage. There are, at current, only five GTVID Dominators in existence. All technical data is classified level Omega and accessable only by members of the GTVI High Council or those ranked Admiral.
END TRANSMISSION
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Ice Heart, 05-22-2000 01:40 AM
Personal Log
Vice Admiral "Ice Heart" Harak Chontamentet
Final plans have been completed for the upcoming offensive. We must draw the Pretender and his main fleet away from the Jagganath so that we can strike it while it is still relatively vulnerable in the Pretender's shipyards.
The NHD Anubis will lead the NHD Anhur and the NHD Heket, escorted by the NHCv Akh, NHCv Imiut, NHC Kuk, NHC Mafdet, and NHC Mehturt in a diversionary assault on Pretender mining operations in the main asteroid belt of this system. This will not be a raid as the Anubis' previous attack on the gas mining operation was, rather it will be a seemingly full assault. The Pretender's forces receive most of the material used in constructing new capital ships from these operations, and there is a large fighter and bomber assembly plant in this asteroid field as well. With my prized Anubis leading two destroyers and escorts in the attack, the Pretender will be fooled into believing our main assault is striking at these mining and fighter assembly operations. He will believe that the rest of my fleet is either back guarding our own shipyards or preparing to jump in and aid the Anubis' force. It is hoped that the majority of his forces will be sent to respond to this attack. When we receive word from our spies on the Pretender's yards that this has happened, the NHD Iron Fist, NHD Abydos, NHD Geb, and NHD Kauket; escorted by the NHCv Auf, NHCv Am-heh, NHC Amentet, NHC Khepri, NHC Mihos, NHC Pachet, NHC Renenet, NHC Sopedu, and NHC Urthekau will jump in to assault the yards. It is hoped that the lightened defenses will make the task of destroying the Jagganath much easier. The ship is partially operational, we must destroy it before it is brought fully on-line.
The Anubis and its force, under command of Rear Admiral Aris Kraken, are to engage the enemy for as long as possible, but I have made it clear to Kraken that they are to withdraw back to our shipyards if they are being overwhelmed. We cannot afford to lose another destroyer. Hopefully, the Pretender's forces will be foolish enough to follow the Anubis' force into the teeth of our shipyard defenses, but that would be far too much wishful thinking.
This assault is involving all of our destroyers and the majority of our cruisers and corvettes. The remaining cruisers and corvettes remain at the shipyards as a safeguard against any attack. They, the recently christened NHFg Ra, and the stationary yard defenses should be able to fend off any assault easily as the Pretender's forces will have their hands full. The shipyards also have a fair sized fighter and bomber compliment to aid in defense as well. It is a bold move and this division goes against all my instincts and all the doctrine I have ever learned. My instincts and doctrine tell me to gather my forces and assault the enemy as though a hammer upon an anvil. Yet to do so would cost us more than we can afford to lose. This plan must work.
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Kellan, 05-22-2000 12:35 PM
Vega System
GTCv Brazen
“Captain on the bridge,” stated the communications officer as Captain Bethany Frost stepped through the automatic doors onto the darkened bridge of the Deimos-class corvette. Like almost everything else on board the vessel, they were malfunctioning, jammed right open. The bridge was dark, lit only by small strips of red emergency light. Even in the dim light, it looked like a war zone. Cables hung from the ceiling and panels smouldered; though the fires had been put out long before. A massive metal support beam protruded from the Captain’s chair.
“I’d prefer it if you didn’t call me that, Rayner.”
The Comms officer looked up to the woman and sighed slightly. “Look, you’re the highest-ranking officer still alive on this boat. It’s what Captain Forrester would’ve wanted.”
Frost too let out a sigh. “Yeah, I guess so. If that’s the case, we’d better see what we can do around here to get the Brazen up and running.” She brought internal communications up. “Engineering, what’s your status?”
An image very much like the one on the bridge came up on the small communications screen. It was heavily banded in static. “Captain, this is Byrne. We’re still running off of the emergency reactor, but we’ve sealed all of the hull breaches on the ship. Beam cannons are still offline too, but once the main core is back up and running we shouldn’t have much trouble getting them to work. We did lose our rear starboard beam in the Shivan attack, though.”
“Very good, Byrne,” Frost replied. “Get the core back online as soon as you can. Frost out.” Frost looked up from the communications screen, and turned towards the front of the bridge. “Sensors,” she began, “where are the nearest GTVA signatures from here?”
There was a short pause as the sensor crew calibrated and adjusted the Brazen’s damaged instruments. Then the reply came. “I’m not registering any other GTVA forces within sensor range. There are Shivan signatures all over the place. We’ll have to make a run for the Beta Aquilae or Epsilon Pegasi jump node.”
“Okay, when the engines are back online, send the route which gets us to Beta Aquilae fastest, encountering as few Shivans as possible to the Helm. Jones, I want us in subspace as soon as Chief engineer Byrne gives you the okay to go.”
Frost’s orders were met with several calls of “Yes sir,” but before they could finish Forrester called out over the general murmur on the bridge. “Captain, we have a communication for you from the Infirmary. It’s about Gunnery Officer Frost.”
A tight knot formed in Frost’s stomach. “Tell them I’m on my way,” she said hurriedly, as she walked briskly from the bridge, through the jammed doors and into the corridors beyond.
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At the door to the Infirmary Frost was met by Doctor B’tek. The tall Vasudan beckoned her into the relatively clean set of rooms. The infirmary hadn’t been hit too badly by the Shivan attacks, and it had been the first area to receive full power.
The Vasudan acknowledged Frost with a nod. “Captain,” he said, solemnly. She followed him into the intensive care area. He led her to a bed with a simple sheet laid over it, then stepped back respectfully before turning to carry on his duties. The injury toll had been high.
Hands shaking, Frost rolled back the sheet. The still body of Chief Gunnery Officer Daniel Frost lay on the bed. If it weren’t for the wound on his left temple, and the gouges and burns lower down on his side he could have been sleeping. However, there was no doubt that the man was dead. She knelt by the bedside, leaning over the body. She ran her hand through his short hair once. After a short time she left in silence.
Almost silence. B’tek was sure he heard her sobbing quietly as she left. He shrugged and turned back to the tissue samples he was growing. Some things about Terrans had never made sense.
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Personal Log
Acting Captain Bethany Frost
Today went well. Repairs from the Shivan attacks on the Brazen are well underway. Engines should be back online by tomorrow morning and beam cannons some time after that. The crew is holding up well, given the circumstances…
Hell, who am I kidding? I can’t block it out, so I might as well just say it. Daniel…Daniel is…dead. Daniel is dead. Those Shivan bastards killed my brother. God, what am I gonna tell Mom and Dad? How can I tell them that I let my little brother get killed? I can’t, I can’t…
Awaiting input…
Awaiting input…
No response within ten minutes. Shutting down…
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The low beep as the personal log file closed itself was not heard by Frost. She had fallen into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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Kellan, 05-22-2000 04:24 PM
Personal Log
Admiral Temara Ryksos
Repairs to the Abydos have been completed with ample time before Admiral Chontamentet’s assault. The NHD Djebauti inflicted considerable damage to the hull and weapons systems of the Abydos, as did the debris from the construction rig and NHD Unut, but all was repaired without difficulty. However, greater strain has now been put on the crew with the destruction of the Unut and several other loyalist vessels. There will be no reinforcements for us for some time, though salvage has recovered several vessels, a Terran corvette among them. Perhaps this is a measure of our desperation.
Admiral Chontamentet called me on board the Iron Fist yesterday and told me of the assault. I have not heard any detailed plans from the Admiral, and do not know where the Abydos fits into his plans. However, I have absolute trust in Harak. His plans have saved lives on board this ship on more than one occasion.
Tomorrow I will have the engineers perform detailed checks of every system. The Abydos must be in peak condition to fight this battle. I will not allow the battle to be lost due to insufficient preparation, and I will not allow the Pretender’s forces to defeat us in battle. The consequences do not bear thinking about…
End Log
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Enough for now. Off to watch nBSG.
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Did you know there's a 50,000 character limit here? I didn't. Also, the idea for node between two stars came from a vbb poster named Rake and his story, Beyond Laramis. I wonder if he's still around. . .
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Eishtmo, 05-22-2000 10:28 PM
System #4553-03 - GTC Horan
The bridge of the Horan was a quite place. Only the hum of the ship's systems, and the occasional clack of keys could be heard. One of the crewmen was quietly crying, a single tear pouring down his cheek.
"Scan complete," Jaminison said. "We've confirmed the survey report, there are no jump nodes out of this system."
Ripper turned toward Ma'thon. "What are we supposed to do now? Huh?" he demanded. "Did we lose all those people for nothing?"
Ma'thon stood there quietly. "You did not scan well enough," he said simply.
"I did a complete scan," Jaminison said angerly.
"You did not scan between the stars," Ma'thon said.
"Between the stars?" Su'mit said. "You know very well that jump nodes cannot exist between the stars of a binary system."
Ma'thon looked at the Vasudan for a moment. "Do not pretend to know what I know," he said. "Scan between the stars, and you will."
"Sir," Jaminison asked her captian.
Ripper sighed. "Do it."
Jaminison shook her head and turned back to her consel. There were a tense couple of minutes as she did her scan. "Holy cow," she said suddenly.
"What is it?" Ripper asked.
The sensor operator turned to Ripper. "There's a node right where he said it was."
Su'mit leaned over and examined the readings. "It looks quite dangerous, we will need to prepare for such a trip."
"With does temperatures, we'd have about three minutes to get in, make it to the node, and jump out," said Ripper. "Sandra, we'll need you're skills."
"Aye sir," Sandra said.
Ripper turned back to the sensor display. "This is going to be one hell of a trip."
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Vega XII C - Hammer of Light Colony
Da'id stared through the telescope at a distant object in the sky.
"We've finished the power shut down," a young Vasudan said.
"Just in time," Da'id replied. He continued to stare up at the object. It was either a Cain or Lilith class cruiser, but he couldn't tell from where he stood.
"Will they find us here?" the Vasudan asked with worry.
"I don't think so," Da'id said. "In any case, move the others to the underground shelters. Take as many supplies as you can with you."
"What about you?"
"I'm staying here," Da'id replied. "When I came here orginally, it was to die at the hands of those monsters. If they do attack, I must fullfill my vow." He turned to his friend. "If the worst happens, you will lead our people."
"Me?" the Vasudan said with shock.
"Yes, you," Da'id replied. "This third invasion may very well destroy all other Vasudans in the Universe. You will be the last of our kind, and as such, you must stay alive. It is your duty."
"I will," the Vasudan said.
"I know you will," Da'id said. "Now hurry off with you Ge'ff. I will stay here and watch."
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Mattouf, 05-23-2000 03:21 PM
Epsilon Pegasi
Node to Polaris System
WBCv Jaguar
Commodore Raiko's Log:
We have had our first real victory today against a common enemy. The gauss cannon worked sucessfuly, and a larger version has been mounted on the Red Dragon.
We are about to jump to Polaris, where we will, no doubt, encounter more SDF warships. Our only orders from GTVA command is to wipe them out when they find them. I can only assume that once we near Deneb, we will head towards Vega and assist with the shivan occursion. But knowing the Supreme General, that could all change.
----Commodore Phelan Raiko, OUT----
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Velocity7, 05-23-2000 08:46 PM
5/23/2384
Vega/Capella
GTC Redway
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"We still in position?" Velocity 7 asked.
"Yes sir."
"Good. Stay that way."
The Redway and Afyror had been making some supply depot runs against the Shivans for the past few weeks, and now with enough power ready with the Shivan beam cannon onboard the Redway and the Afyror, the two curious cruisers were ready to try to make their way into Capella, diverting the fleet to give the GTVA some sort of chance to destroy the Shivans, especially when there is no Colossus, or so the cruisers thought...
"Move our cruisers into position," Velocity 7 ordered.
"The Shivans may have a lot of reinforcements waiting at the node, Terran," B'tok replied, "they could rush us--"
"Just do it."
"Very well."
The Mentu cruiser went to the side of the Redway, pointing a beam cannon directly at the Aeolus cruiser, who did the same at the Afyror. Then, a distortion beam appeared out of nowhere, bubbling the background of space and nebulas behind it, with a large glow in the center. Then it happened--part of the Shivan fleet was massacred, and waves of Shivan fighters began their way toward the cruisers and the destroyer.
The GTC Redway and GVC Afyror then suddenly created an afterburst towards the node and activated only its anti-fighter cannons. The GTD Trident, on the other hand, took care of the cruisers and destroyers, although it was just a hit and run.
The Admiral onboard the GTD Trident opened a channel with the Redway. "Velocity 7, I hope we meet again."
Velocity 7 turned towards the screen. "I'm sure we will."
Two blue vortexes finally opened and the small beetles finally made their jump to Capella.
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PeachE, 05-23-2000 09:33 PM
Omega Transport
Outer Vega
"She's a big ship, isn't she, Admiral?"
That she is. Reminds me of the Colossus... Oh, most of you don't remember the Colossus. Went into action almost nineteen years ago. Grand ship, truely grand: six kilometers long, eighty turrets, sixty fighter wings, and thirty thousand crew members. Nineteen years. Doesn't seem that long ago.
"But wasn't the Colossus a failure, Admiral?"
No. That's the crap their shoving down your throats in the Academy. No, she was far from a failure... short-lived, but not a failure. You see, she wasn't designed to take on the Sathanas. We didn't know they had anything like this. We didn't know the Shivans were ever coming back. The Colossus was meant to be the strongest ship in the known systems. And she was, stronger than any other ship ever before created. No one stood a chance against her. I remember serving on a Leviathan in the NTF Wars, watching the Colossus destroyed an Orion class destroyer. She was incredible, especially for her time.
19 years ago, no one had ever dreamed of what was going to happen with capital ships. Now, look out there, at the Desdemona. The largest ship I've ever seen. Shields on a juggernaut. Helix Cannons. These are things we would have never dreamed of, let alone conceived of actually building them... No, the Colossus was actually quite advanced for her time. A marvel, a show of the strength for the Alliance. I remember hearing of her destruction. My fellow officers and our ship's crew felt helpless. If they could destroy the Colossus, how could we survive? And yet here, nineteen years later, here we are, fighting the Shivans again. How many more times will they come? How many more times must we stand in fear of extinction? How many more times must we stand and hold the line?... Too many, I think.
"Sir we've docked."
Men, welcome to the Reaper. Except for some hand-chosen officers, the work of the Reaper will be carried out by the crew of the Lemastu. Due to some GTVI security issues, some of the crew will be made up of GTVI personel. They will be running some of the more classified subsystems. We'll probably have a few days to get acquainted with the ship, so please take the time to do so.
Very well men. Find your quarters. I'll hold a briefing later.
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Eishtmo, 05-23-2000 11:13 PM
System #4553-03 - GTC Horan
The ship's whistle sounded. Everyone stopped and looked to the various speakers around the ship. "Crew of the Horan, this is the Captain speaking. We will be making for the jump node in twenty minutes. All hands are to report to designated areas of the ship. If you cannot make it, get to an area away from the outer hull. That is all."
Ripper turned to Sission. "Contact Omega, they'll them we'll be ready in," he quickly looked up at the countdown clock. "19 minutes."
"Yes sir," Sission said as she turned to her panel.
Ripper took a deep breath. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't reassure himself that this would work. They had done all they could. From the heat resistant material covering the windows, to the spare boosters on the side, the Horan was as ready as any ship of it's type to take on the heat that the area between two stars offered.
"Captian," Sission said. "Omega is ready."
"Very good," Ripper turned to Sandra. "Have you got those calculations for us?"
"They're in the computer now," Sandra said. "Also, I've already transfered them to Omega."
"Thanks," Ripper said. "Okay people, let's hunker down. We're about to travel through hell."
The Horan and her remaining escort moved forward. Omega shuffled forward, moving to the point position in front of the Horan. After a moment, a pair of subspace vorticies opened, and the two ships disappeared through it.
There was an eery quite on the Horan's bridge as each of the crewmembers waited for the subspace exit. There was hardly any movement, let alone breathing. The main screen was blank, the external camera shut off and sealed up earlier. There was no way of knowing if they were in subspace at all, except for the instirments.
"We are approaching the exit," the helmsmen said.
"Okay, this is it people," Ripper annouced. "Sound collision and general quarters."
A siren went off, followed by the general quarters alarm. Outside, the Horan slipped through the vortex, entering a redish hell. Flames of heated hydrogen flashed across the sky. Just ahead of the Horan was the Omega transport, it's engines burning blue, speeding for the distant node.
The Horan shook violently as a flare struck it. "Hold course," Ripper shouted.
"Aye sir," the helmsman said. Her arms tightend around the controls. "Damn it," she yelled.
Ripper ran over and clasped the left side of the controls. "You take the right," he said. His helmsman did so, and they slowly pulled the Horan on course.
"Sir," Jaminison yelled. "We're picking up a destroyer massed warship exiting the Tau Sigma node.
Ripper looked over his shoulder for a moment, then turned back to the controls. Thomas quickly took the hint. "Can you tell if it's the Olympus?" he asked.
"Negative sir," Jaminison replied. "The heat is effecting our sensors."
"Just great," Thomas replied. He turned to Sandra. "How much longer?"
"One minute, 37 seconds," the navigator replied.
The Horan shook again, this time an audiable thud, and the bending of metal could be heard. "We have a hull breach on deck twelve," one of the crewmen reported.
"Evacutate that deck," Thomas ordered. He moved over to the helm control and grabed the stick from his captian. "I think you should command your ship."
Ripper smiled. "You might be right," he said as he let go. As he moved back to his command seat, the Horan shook again, knocking him to the floor.
"Captain," someone yelled.
"I'm alright," Ripper said as he stood up and quickly sat in his seat. He thougth about activating the boosters, and getting to the node quicker, but decided against it. Omega was still out there, somewhere, and he didn't want to hit it. "Jaminison, has Omega jumped out yet?"
"Negative," the sensor operator replied. "Wait, they've reached the node, sir. They're jumping out."
"Good," Ripper said with a smile. "Activate the boosters, get us out of this hell." He activated the internal comm system. "All hands, prepare for booster activation."
Within moments, the Horan was thrown violently forward as the boosters kicked on. The crew were blown backwards with the force of the acceleration.
"Ten seconds until the node," Jaminison yelled.
"Activate jump drives as soon as we're there," Ripper ordered.
Soon after, the Horan learched forward again, this time within the bounds of the jump node, exiting system #4553-03, and bound for the unknown. . .
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Ice Heart, 05-24-2000 06:39 AM
The fleet had been formed up for the attack. The Anubis, Anhur, and Heket with their escorts were making final preparations to launch. Fully half of the fleet's total number of fighter and bomber wings had been launched. To launch anymore before the battle would have made the organization of the battle groups far too chaotic. The Anubis and its flotilla would jump out of the area and launch their attack. Kraken would stay in constant communication with Chontamentet and inform him when the majority of the Pretender's fleet had arrived to engage. Then Chontamentet and his own flotilla would depart for the Pretender's shipyards to engage the Jagganath while most of the defenders were away.
As Harak sat upon the bridge, he felt the familiar but containable worry, the worry that plagued any commander before a battle. He knew his plan was a good one, he knew security was high and only the commanders of the destroyers really knew what was about to happen, but he also knew that no plan ever fully survived contact with the enemy. He was cutting this close, taking a gamble, but he had to before they could get that superdestroyer fully operational. He worried particularly about security breaches, though he was fairly certain that the attack would be a near total surprise. The Pretender's spies likely had informed him that something big was up, but Harak was still confident that the Pretender knew not exactly what was happening.
Harak was in teleconference with the commanders of all the destroyers, checking one last time that each one's crew was prepared for the attack. Admiral Ryksos of the Abydos had reported that his vessel was fully prepared yesterday when Harak had brought him aboard the Iron Fist. Ryksos was a reliable commander and Harak knew that he and his crew would make the ultimate effort in the battle to come.
Once he was satisfied, he turned finally to Aris Krakten, commander of the NHD Anubis, and the commanders of the Anhur and Heket. "Your vessels are ready, you have your orders. I want you to try to inflict as much damage as possible, destroy that fighter assembly plant if you possibly can. Just because your assault is a diversionary attack does not mean we can't inflict as much damage as possible. Fight as long as you can, but withdraw if the enemy brings superior forces to bear against you. It would be preferable for the strike force to withdraw together, but individual capital ships have permission to withdraw if they sustain severe damage. I do not want to lose any more of our destroyers in particular. Understood?"
He received affirmatives from all three commanders. "Good." Harak glanced at his watch. T-minus thirty seconds. "Remember, the first five minutes will be your best chance at that fighter assembly plant. After that, their defense will be more coherent than initially. Dismissed, and good luck."
With that, the communications connection with commanders of the three destroyers was cut and they departed. Footage from the hull cameras of the three vessels was still being received, however. Harak wanted to be aware of the situation and order them to withdraw himself if need be. He then turned to the commanders of the other vessels. "Its only a matter of time now. As soon as we receive confirmation that the bulk of the enemy's fleet has come to the aid of the fighter plant, we will depart for our target. We expect fairly stiff enemy resistance even with the bulk of their forces gone, but remember, we must concentrate on that superdestroyer. This will be our only chance to take it out before it is complete. You have all reported full readiness and all vessels are formed up as I have ordered. I will now pipe the feed from the Anubis to each of your consoles so you may watch as well."
As Harak had been speaking, the battle at the mining/fighter assembly area was already beginning. Harak watched as a flak turret near the hull camera he was watching on the Anubis spun about, spitting death at a number of enemy fighters. He saw a fully laden Pretender Bakha explode brilliantly, the packed bombs igniting into a large explosion. They were also receiving transmissions from Admiral Kraken. "Our bombers have been ordered to concentrate on the fighter assembly plant, our fighters are doing well covering them. It appears we caught the station by complete surprise, we managed to obliterate two freighters, one laden with raw material and another with a large cargo of assembled fighters; the rest jumped out. Our main beam cannon has inflicted serious damage to the fighter assembly plant, tearing a gaping hole in its superstructure. Our bombers are to try to drop their payloads into that hole. The Anhur reports light damage from multiple bomb impacts, the Heket has sustained light damage from defensive beam sentrygun fire..."
The attack was going well, the bomber wings were almost within range. A few moments later, a massed launching of Cyclops bombs emerged from the clustered bombers. Defensive fire took down a number of them, but it was obvious that at least half of them would enter the hole that had been torn in the fighter assembly plant. They struck, doing severe damage but still not destroying the plant. It was several seconds after this that three large subspace vortexes and a number of smaller ones opened in front of the Anubis and its strike force. From the vortexes emerged the NHD Behedti, NHD Ennead, NHD Imhotep and a number of cruisers. Harak smiled ferally. Only the modified Typhon, the NHD Isdes, and several corvettes and cruisers remained at the Pretender's shipyards. Harak turned to his comm display and the waiting commanders. "Three Pretender destroyers with escorts have just arrived to engage the Anubis and its force. The yard is defended only by its stationary defenses, the NHD Isdes, several corvettes, and cruiser escorts. All ships, engage subspace drives!"
With that, the Iron Fist and all the other destroyers with their assembled cruisers, corvettes, and fighter and bomber wings leapt into subspace, their destination the Jagganath's construction collar orbitting Zeta X...
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HeX, 05-24-2000 09:45 PM
GTVIJ Desdemona
Edge of the Vega System
"Okay Captain," Pretala said as he strode up to the main view port, "tell the flight deck they have a go for launch and put me through to both fleets on an open comm. link."
"Aye sir," Robertson replied as he carried out his orders, "We'll make sure to put on a good show."
"Attention members of the Beta Aquilae Defense Force, allow me to introduce the GTVA's newest additions to our fighter and bomber cores. The GTF Odysseus and the GTB Hydra." In space, two large groups of ships emerged from the Desdemona's fighter bay. One was formed of sleek and fast fighters, the Odysseus', and the other was formed by a larger but still sleek and maneuverable craft, the Hydras. "These craft were being built at the Omicron Shipyards but we transferred the construction over to the Desdemona and here they are. I'll transmit the statistics to you now."
Outside, the ships preformed maneuvers and practiced against dummy targets to demonstrate their abilities. The Admiral noted they preformed even better then the techs had predicted.
"These two new classes of ships," Pretala continued, "are going to be used to hit enemy forces before they reach the fleet. We took too many losses thanks to full strength Shivan assaults. With these new ships, we may be able to weaken or destroy an incoming force before they reach us. But wait, there is one more little surprise."
As if on cue, two ships of unknown yet definitely Terran design appeared. The ships were sleek but only about 1.5 km long and were bristling with missile and beam turrets. The ships ground to a halt next to the Desdemona, somewhat dwarfed by the Juggernauts bulk.
"Meet the newest class of ship in the fleet, the Griffin class Gunship. The abbreviation for these ships is GTGn, these ones are the GTGn Grey Falcon and the GTGn Overlord. As with the fighters I will transmit the data on this newest ship. Two more of these new ships, the Hellstorm and the Hurricane, will arrive to support Kohler's forces and will be put under his command. I hope these ships will serve us well in the coming battles. Admiral Pretala out."
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GTF Odysseus
Class: Multi-role Fighter / Interceptor
Speed: 75 m/s
Maneuverability: Excellent
Primary Points: 6
Secondary Points: 3
Producer: GTVI Omicron Shipyards
The Odysseus is a fighter built for speed and maneuverability but without loss of firepower. The Odysseus is used for both space superiority and interceptor missions. The ship features good armor and speed and plenty of weapons. The Odysseus was primarily designed to work alongside the Hydra Long Range Tactical Bomber and to this end has a Fighter Class Intersystem Jump Drive installed.
GTB Hydra
Class: Long Range Tactical Bomber
Speed: 55 m/s
Maneuverability: Good
Primary Points: 4 and 1 auto-turret
Secondary Points: 4
Producer: GTVI Omicron Shipyards
The Hydra is designed for hit and run missions on targets still in other systems or to hit targets while still in subspace. They carry an advanced intersystem jump drive to travel through nodes to hit their targets. The Hydra also features better maneuverability over the Ursa but still retains heavy armor and plenty of firepower. The Hydra can carry the larger warheads usually reserved for Ursa or Airtimes bombers and features 4 primary gun banks as well as one multi-axial turret cannon. The Hydra is usually found in teams with the Odysseus fighters which provide long range cover for these bombers.
GTGn Grey Falcon
Class: Griffin Class Gunship
Length: 1.5 km
Height: 300 meters
Weapons: 2 Torpedo launch tubes, 6 Multi-Missile Banks, 6 Anti-Fighter Beam Cannons
Background:
The GTVA realized there was a need in the battlefield for a ship capable of taking out smaller ships such as fighters, bombers, and light cruisers. To this end, the GTVA has constructed the new Griffin class of ships. These ships are classified as capitol class but are technically not true cap ships. They carry no laser pulse, flak, fighter wings or anti-cap beams but rather focus on anti-fighter and bomber weapons. The 6 missile and anti-fighter beam banks are positioned to give maximum area coverage. The missile banks are equipped with a variety of weapons from long range Trebuchet missiles to Cyclone Swarm Missiles for short range. The two Torpedo launchers are a new feature for a ship of this size, they fire a long range warhead designed to down small cruisers. The warheads are small and not useful against destroyers or heavier ships.
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The previous post, I believe, is the only post to contain ship information. We kept the majority of it in a seperate discussion thread which, of course, is long gone.
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Eishtmo, 05-24-2000 11:15 PM
Unknown System Beyond System #4553-03 - GTC Horan
"Well, it's official people," Ripper said to his command staff. "It's a black hole." Thomas gave a low whistle. Su'mit shook his head in disbelief. Sandra sighed. "Well Ma'thon, what do you know about this place?"
Ma'thon stood up. "Lord Eishtmo called this place the Hawking System, though I have no idea why."
"He was a physicist," Thomas injected. Everyone turned and looked at him. "What?"
Ripper chuckled. "Go on Ma'thon."
"As you wish," the Vasudan said. "When our scouts, and later the Victorious came here, they were forced to take a long roundabout route around the hole, based on the ships mass, of course."
"Of course," Sandra said.
Ma'thon pointed to the paths on the screen behind him. "We did a complete scan of the area, and calulated the path around the hole for any massed vehicle. Ours should be this one," he pointed out. "We will have to make a series of short jumps to maintain the path without interacting with the hole."
"So how long will it take?" Su'mit asked.
"About thirty hours, at our best speed," Ma'thon replied.
"Sounds good," Ripper said. "Sandra, why don't you calulate a course for us."
"Yes sir," the navigator replied.
"Uh," Thomas said. "I hate to rain on your parade, but what about that destroyer? If it saw where we were going, it'll probably follow us."
Su'mit nodded. "He is correct. According to the NHOL maps, it would easily overtake us before we reached the other node."
"They would still have to calculate the correct path, that would take time," Ma'thon said.
"Not much," Ripper said. "Destroyers are usually fully equiped, it wouldn't take them long to find the best route."
"So what do we do?" Margarette asked. Everyone simply sat there in silence.
"Well," Sandra perked up. "There is a way."
"What have you got in mind?" Ripper asked.
"Well," Sandra started. "Perhaps we could use the black hole to sling shot our way to the node."
"That would not work in subspace," Ma'thon said.
"No no no," Sandra said. "We'll do it in normal space."
"And how will this be faster?" Su'mit said.
"Well, all we have to do is postion ourselfs where we'll be close enough to use the hole's gravity to give us a boost." Sandra turned to Ripper. "I'm sure I can make the correct calculations, I'll just need a little time."
Ripper sat there for a moment. "Are you sure you can do it?"
"Yes sir."
"Well, get going on it," Ripper said. "However, that destroyer hasn't shown here yet, so we'll take Ma'thon's course for now. That should give you enough time to make your calculations."
"Thank you sir," Sandra said.
"Very well, you are all dismissed," Ripper said. "Oh and Lieutenant, good luck to you."
"I don't need luck sir, this will be a snap," Sandra said. "Knock on wood," she added as she knocked on one of her artifical legs.
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Ice Heart, 05-25-2000 01:05 AM
Garrett was quite pleased with the way things had turned out thus far. Three juggernauts and an assortment of other Shivan ships had been destroyed, with relatively light losses. The problem though, was that even those light losses were irreplaceable. And everyone knew better than to think the Shivans were at all halted by the losses. The Shivans appeared to not care about individual lives, they would drive on relentlessly, sacrificing numbers that the GTVA would find appalling.
Of course, the situation would not be quite so bad if the SDF rebels and certain GTVA elements would quit their squabbling. He understood their differences, but couldn't they see that the survival of their race depended on cooperation? Garrett turned his thoughts away from that for the moment, he had more pressing matters at hand. The Phobos had taken a fair mauling in its last battle, though Petralla had been quite liberal with repair and resupply which helped the situtation. At least the corvette had all its weapons back on-line and its communications back up as well. That had been the result of a near miss from a Ravana's beam cannon. The corvette was fortunate that the Shivan beam hadn't hit a few more meters left of where it did, else that shoddily repaired hull breach might have broken. Now, that breach had been properly sealed and Garrett needn't worry about it anymore.
Kohler had assigned Garrett's vessel an escort position with the new GTVID Reaper. Garrett still almost could not believe that GTVI had seen fit to let Kohler have one of their precious Dominators, though he felt it a wise decision. Kohler was no fool and would use that destroyer with lethal effect. At the moment, the former crew of the Lematsu was aboard the Reaper familiarizing themselves with the ship. Garrett had heard through unofficial channels that at some point over the next two days, they would move again to engage the Shivans. He wasn't priviledged to listen in on the plans of the higher-ups of Petrala and others, but word of such things tended to leak out.
Garrett was fully confident in the repairs made to his ship, though he was a bit concerned about his lack of a full crew. The force's personnel resources were already tight and Garrett knew that his ship would not be high on the list for replacements. He shrugged, he had commanded this ship during the final battle of the Second NHOL Conflict with far fewer crew and far worse damage. We was short on crew, but he could survive it.
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PeachE, 05-25-2000 02:07 AM
GTVID Reaper
Outer Vega
"Admiral, secure transmission from Beta Aquilae."
Bring it up.
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From: Beta Aquilae Requisitions
To: Admiral Nicholas Kohler
Admiral,
Your requests for additional personnel is officially denied.
At this time, the GTVA has very few available personnel. And those ships and crew members are being transferred to high-priority areas. As the Vega-BetaAquilae node has been consistently successfully defended, this area does not fall under our highest priorities. While this is a key area, due to heavy losses at the Deneb and Talnia jump nodes, those areas have top priority.
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About what I expected. Inform the rest of the fleet not to be expecting replacement personnel any time soon.
"Aye sir"
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Kellan, 05-25-2000 04:11 PM
GTCv Brazen
Vega System
Klaxons woke Frost from her sleep. They blared long and loud, and quickly shook the fuzziness of sleep from her head. As her head cleared, she was all business. Something was wrong, and the ship was in danger. Frost walked quickly onto the bridge.
“Status report, Rayner.”
The young man look around to see the slightly dishevelled Captain. “Uhh, it’s a Shivan vessel, Captain – Rakshasa class. They don’t appear to have spotted us yet, because we’re hidden from their sensors behind this asteroid,” he said, bringing a small image of a massive chunk of rock on the screens, “but they’re headed this way.”
“Are weapons back online? Can we fight that thing?”
Rayner ran his nimble fingers over the touch-screen controls of his station. “No, Captain,” was his reply. “We have engines back online but subspace drives are still offline. Beam cannons non-functional. We won’t stand a chance against that thing.” The bridge fell silent for a moment as the facts sunk in. Then the Captain, biting her finger in thought, rose and walked to the weapons console.
“Have we got any other weaponry besides the beam cannons and turrets that we can use on board the Brazen?”
The weapons team brought up a manifest, listing the contents of the ship when it last left the GTVI Fleet Headquarters. “We’ve got a single nucleonic device, sir. It should still be on board, the Shivans didn’t hit the cargo bays.”
“Good. Load that weapon onto a target drone and get it out there right now.” The Captain stood and paced as the Rakshasa neared. It was now only eight clicks way. The Brazen would be detected soon, but if her plan succeeded, it wouldn’t matter. Minutes passed in tense silence.
Frost saw the twin engine flares of the small drone vessel moving away from the stricken corvette before the message came through from the cargo bays reporting that the drone had been launched. “Get that vessel to within 500 metres of that rock and have the explosive ready to be detonated on my mark.” The cargo bay crew responded and promptly flew the tiny ship into position behind the asteroid, hidden from the Shivans.
Four clicks and closing.
“Captain,” Rayner began, “we’ve got a wing of Shivan Maras near the asteroid. They’ll find that drone in no time.”
Frost raised her hand to silence him. “It doesn’t matter,” she said. “Cargo bay control, detonate on my mark.”
Three clicks and closing.
“Now!”
The tiny form of the drone was obliterated from view as the nucleonic explosive blossomed outward like a deadly flower. The bridge windows automatically dimmed to prevent eye damage to the spectators. The shockwave from the explosive carried on outward, incinerating the surprised Shivan Maras as they rounded the asteroid. Much of the force of the explosion was caught in the rock itself. Unable to withstand such physical torment, the asteroid was ripped to shreds, the smaller pieces of rock vaporising and the larger ones being carried along with the shockwave – straight towards the Rakshasa.
A rain of white-hot slivers pelted the Shivan cruiser, ripping though its hull over almost every square centimetre. The cruiser lurched over, dead in the water.
From the bridge of the Brazen a massive cheer went up. Rayner read off a list of reports. “The Shivan cruiser is disabled. Communications are offline, and so are weapons. We’ve not taken any damage, though there are a few concussions from the tossing around the ship got. Oh, and Byrne reports that the subspace drives are online. We can jump.”
“The do it, Rayner. I don’t want to spend a minute longer here. Set a course for the Beta Aquilae node and hope that there’s no Shivan blockade.” Rayner did as the Captain instructed.
As the GTCv Brazen’s subspace jump died away, space was lit by a brief flash as the Rakshasa’s reactor core went critical. Then there was nothing more than dust, rock and silence.
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HeX, 05-25-2000 08:25 PM
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FROM: GTVI Headquarters, Ikeya System
TO: Admiral Tibirius Pretala, Vega System
Your request for further GTVI resources and personnel has been denied Admiral. The GTVI has already expended enough resources on the Vega to Beta Aquilae node defense. We cannot afford the manpower to continue providing you and the ex-members of the TMB with GTVI issue items. We already took quite a gamble in supplying Kohler's forces with a GTVI constructed ship. We are confident that the Desdemona and the other ships we have already given you to command should be sufficient to hold back the Shivan forces. The GTVA and GTVI are working on a plan that could cut the Shivan invasion short but details are not available to you despite your Omega level clearance. We know this is a bit frustrating but we cannot take a security risk with this information. Good luck and keep them back Admiral.
END TRANSMISSION
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"Well that's that," Captain Robertson said as the transmission faded from the screen, "Looks like we're on our own Admiral."
"Hmm," the Admiral grunted as he returned to his command chair, "Not surprising considering the fact that this is the least hit location. That strikes as being a bit odd don't you think?"
"Not really," commented Robertson, "You have to consider that Deneb leads to the more core systems like Vasuda and Sirius and Talina can be used to reach Beta Aquilae as well as this node. The Shivans are probably concentrating their efforts there."
"Well let's keep things together here. Like the tranmission said, we're on a budget and we just maxed our credit limit. We'll be moving to engage the Shivans in a while. Get Kohler on the comm. and ask him when the best time to move the fleet would be. We want the ships to be at their peak preformance. Chances are we won't hit anymore Juggernauts but we can still hit trouble. Also, dispatch a few wings of GTF Odysseyus' to scout out targets for our Hydra bombers to hit. It's time to deliver a counterpunch Captain."
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That's it for the night. Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.
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Back to posting.
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Eishtmo, 05-25-2000 10:31 PM
Hawking/System #4553-03 Jump Node - VAD Axion
A loud bang could be heard as the Axion exited subspace.
"What the hell was that?" Barry demanded. He then looked up and saw the swirling gas of the black hole. "What the hell is that?"
"I don't sir," Pareen replied. "But I'm scaning now."
Barry shook his head. "Don't worry about it yet, find the Horan."
"Aye sir," Pareen answered.
"It might be a black hole," the XO said.
"Maybe," Barry said. "But we're not here on a survey mission. Comm, are we back online yet?"
"No sir," Clemmens said. "That trip did more damage than orgininally esitmated."
"Great, even if we find them, we can't talk to them," Barry muttered.
"Sir, I've found the Horan," Pareen said.
Barry walked up quickly. "Where?"
"Right there sir," the sensor operator replied. "They're less than a jump away."
Barry stepped back. "They should be farther along than that," he said. "They're also going in the wrong direction unless. . ."
"Unless it really is a black hole," the XO said. "Here's a preliminary report from secondary sensors."
Barry took the report and studied it. "Well I'll be damned. Stacy, do a detailed scan, but don't loose the Horan."
"Yes sir," Pareen said.
"Admiral sir," a crewman said as he saluted.
"What is it?"
"We've found what hit us sir," the crewman said. "It appears to be a probe."
Barry looked at the small sphere in the crewman's hand. "It's a probe alright," he said as he studied it further. Then he saw the name plate on it. "GTC Horan, great. They know we're here, but they don't know who we are."
"That was what I assumed sir," the crewman said.
"Alright, take this thing down to the lab and return to station, dismissed."
"Aye sir," the crewman said with a salute and he left.
"Sir, the Horan is changing course," Pareen yelled.
"Where's it headed?" Barry said.
"Towards the hole."
Barry looked at his executive officer. "Have they gone mad?"
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GTVA/SDF Command Conference Call
". . . and so we have initiated an Alliance wide draft. With luck, we'll be able to fully rebuild our forces within six weeks," the Advisor said.
"Six weeks," one of the Admirals yelled. "We'll be lucky if we're still alive in six weeks!"
"That's the best we can do now," the Advisor said. "Unless you want a completely untrained crew." The other officials said nothing. "Good, now, Admiral Leaky has an update on our current operation."
Admiral Leaky looked up. "Uh, yes, I do," the Admiral said as he shuffled his notes. "We have found a ship for the node, the GTD Gaia. However, she still needs to be fully outfitted before she'll be any use, and that will take a couple of weeks. Otherwise, operations are moving smoothly. As soon as the Gaia is ready, we can move ahead with the operation."
"Thank you Admiral," the Advisor said. "Now Admiral Arnold of the SDF has an update for us as well. Admiral."
"Yesterday at 1400 hrs, the SDD Fargo engaged a Shivan Juggernaut at point blank range," the Admiral said. "The Fargo was testing the viablity of our Flux cannons against the monster. It didn't pan out as well as expected. The Fargo did manage to get out in one piece, but damange to the Sathantas was minimal."
"Whatcha ya expect," the General said with a laugh.
Admrial Arnold frowned. "Anyways, we did manage to destroy three of the ships' forward beam cannons. We believe it may be the perfect target for a raid." An image of Vega IV appeared along with the icon representing the damaged juggernaut. "It's currently in orbit around Vega IV awaiting a repair team. We believe an orginized strike may be able to take it down quite easily."
"That would give us four kills," the Advisors said. "Definetly a boost to morale."
"That's what we were thinking," Arnold said.
"It would still need a substaintal force to take it down," Admiral Leaky said. "Preferably one in system."
The Security Advisor nodded. "I believe I have the perfect group for the job. I'll make the arrangements. Now, what else do we have to discuss. . ."
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PeachE, 05-26-2000 08:51 PM
GTVID Reaper
Outer Vega
"Admiral, a transmission from the GTVA Command."
Put it through.
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To: Admirals Kohler and Pretala
From: GTVA Security Advisor
Subject: Crippled Sathanas
Admirals, during the test of some new weaponry, we managed to disarm 3 of the 4 main beam turrets on a Shivan Sathanas. The Sathanas is currently in orbit around Vega IV. We believe she is awaiting repairs. It is also our belief that a substantial force could take it down with little risk to their own ships. We would like for some of your ships to perform a small raid on the area, eliminating the Sathanas, and any other ships in the area.
A fourth kill would definately be a boost to morale, Admirals. I leave the choice of ships for the raid to your own disgression.
GTVA Security Advisor, Vega
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Send communications to the Desdemona. We're taking our half of the fleet, minus the Phobos. She took a good beating in the last round and I don't want to risk that ship. Helm, get under way immediately. Have the other ships do the same. I don't want to give Pretala or Garret a chance to respond. We're moving out.
[Nearly 26 Hours Later]
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GTVIJ Desdemona
Outer Vega
"Admiral Pretala, Kohler's fleet is returning now."
"Thank you, Captain." Pretala wondered what had happend. They should have returned much sooner than this. "Get in touch with the GTVID Reaper."
"Communications coming on screen now"
Pretala stared at the face of someone who looked like he had seen the depths of hell and survived to tell the tale. Pretala tried to refocus his eyes, not believing the man in front of him. But Kohler's face had definitely changed since yesterday. And he thought he noticed a grey streaks across Kohlers black hair. "You look awful, Kohler. What the hell happened?"
Kohler looked up at the screen with a look Pretala had never seen before. "If you don't mind, Admiral, I have some business to attend to, taking care of the immediate repair of my ships. But, if you allow me some time, set up a staff meeting of the ship commanders with my second in command. I'll debrief the fleet then."
Pretala worried a little about Kohler, now. Kohler sounded so cold... hard to describe. "Very well. I understand. I'll have the meeting arranged... " Pretala wouldn't have usually asked, but given the objective, a single Sathanas, crippled at that, he thought the discrepency was worth asking about. "By the way, Kohler, where's the Rimmon? I'm not picking her up."
Kohler looked up from his desk once again. "She's still at Vega IV... spread out over a thousand kilometers."
And the communication ended abruptly.
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Ice Heart, 05-26-2000 11:18 PM
The Iron Fist and its attack force exitted subspace at the intended point, ahead of and a little right of the Jagganath. The NHD Kauket sat off the Iron Fist's left flank, while the NHD Abydos was on the Iron Fist's right flank and the NHD Geb was on the Abydos' right flank. The corvettes and cruisers had been formed up so that each of the three Ramses-class vessels had two cruiser escorts, with the little NHC Urthekau, the modified Aten anti-fighter cruiser, off the Iron Fist's left flank. The two corvettes had formed up with the Kauket to make up for the lack of another Ramses destroyer on the Iron Fist's righthand side.
The opposing forces that had remained were surprised by the sudden appearance of the rest of the Loyalist fleet, but they moved into action quickly. The NHD Isdes, which had been on the right hand side of the Jagganath, now moved towards the left hand side to bolster the Jagganath's weak defenses on that area. The two Pretender cruisers and three corvettes moved as well to defend that side. They knew of the superdestroyer's Achilles Heal just as well as Harak did. The only flaw with attacking at this weakest defended point was the Iron Fist would be unable to use its massive main beam when it was in position. However, while the fleet closed in, the flagship would have time for one shot from the massive cannon. A shot Harak intended to make worthwhile.
"Gunnery, have you managed to locate one of the forward beams of the Jagganath?"
"Yes sir, we have it targetted and a firing solution is ready."
"Excellent. Take it out."
With that order, the huge beam powered up and shot out, slamming into the center forward beam of the Jagganath and rendering it completely useless. Now, the Jagganath had only two beams to front or to left, making it no more dangerous than a Ramses-class destroyer in that regard. Now they could assault it from the front as well if need be, though Harak would prefer to take it on from its left side as that side was also not completely covered in hull plating yet.
Shortly after the Iron Fist's successful beam attack, the other destroyers powered up and fired their main beams, each of which were dual forward beams. Though not nearly as powerful as the Iron Fist's single forward beam, they were still quite lethal. All shots had been focused on the Jagganath, the beams ripped into its surface across its face and left side. All the Loyalist destroyers fired, save the Geb which reported a critical malfunction in its anti-capital ship beam fire control. Harak winced as a beam burst through a segment of the construction collar. He knew the collar would be lost, but still it was not a loss he enjoyed. When this war was over, they would need all the construction facilities they could get to rebuild their fleet. They had already lost one, and would lose another if the Jagganath was destroyed today. Harak hoped that no more would have to be destroyed in the conflict.
The swarms of fighters and bombers that had already been launched before the Iron Fist and its taskforce attacked were now joined by more squadrons launched as they entered. The Pretender forces were not engaging wildly, throwing disorganized small groups of fighters at him, as he had expected. Instead they were pulling back and gathering strength to face Harak's forces as a coherent group rather than a mob. They were sacrificing the outer perimeter sentryguns, but they were gathering near the inner perimeter so those sentries could still support them. A wise move., he thought, Harak's respect for the Pretender or whomever was commanding the station defense forces went up another notch.
As the Loyalist force approached nearer, the Isdes cut loose with its four beams, concentrating on the Iron Fist. The beams chewed deep in the front of the flagship. The favor was returned a few moments later when a pair of beams from the Abydos hit the Typhon's right side. It appeared that the Pretender's fighter and bomber wings had decided to attack, the ships launched from the installations and the Isdes moved to meet Harak's fighter and bomber wings and the orderly formations of squadrons and wings on both sides disentegrated into a mass of twisting, swirling dots. In those first few seconds, as the small ships came with in missile and gunnery range for the first time, well over two dozen fighters on either side were lost. Beyond that, it became the frenzy of individual dogfights as both Loyalist and Pretender fighters tried to keep their foes off their bombers' backs.
Surprisingly, the first Loyalist bomber wing to come within launch range of the Jagganath was a wing of old Osiris bombers. They had been somehow largely ignored as the Pretender interceptors chased more modern Loyalist bombers. The six Osiris dropped their loads of Cyclops bombs almost simultaneously. Point defense took out half of the munitions, the other half detonated on the forward left segment of the Jagganath and the construction collar. A moment later, the bombers were no longer ignored and were beset by a newly arrived wing of Pretender Horus. The speedy interceptors quickly chewed up the bombers, all save one which deliberately plunged itelf into the side of the Jagganath, setting off its remaining bombs in the process. The act both made Harak proud and disturbed him at the same time. They could not allow themselves to make foolish sacrifices. Fortunately, as more bombers made their attack and managed to get away successfully, Harak noted the act was not repeated unless the pilot knew he was doomed anyway.
The Pretender's bombers had come within range as well and launched their salvos, which were spread across all the destroyers, save the NHD Geb which had somehow not yet received a scratch. Many of the warheads were shot down, but many impacted. Casualty and damage reports from his ship and the other ships streamed in to his console. The Abydos had gotten by with only minimal damage, the Geb with none, the Kauket only minimal save for a pair of engines down, and the Iron Fist minimal save for one of its main fire control stations being destroyed.
The destroyers closed in towards their position to fire on the Jagganath's weak left side, moving through the swarm of fighters and bombers, spitting flak and anti-fighter beams at Pretender fighters and bombers. They exchanged anti-capital ship beam salvos with the Jagganath and its defenders as they closed in. From a distance, the battle and all its bright colors would appear to be beautiful, at least until one considered that each pretty fireball was a pilot dying, each time a beam swiped across an enemy capital ship it killed crewmembers.
The NHD Isdes was taking a pounding, but hanging on and giving back as good as it got. The sentry guns, both conventional and beam, fired on the Loyalist ships, adding to the salvos from the Isdes, Jagganath, and the cruisers and corvettes. The battle was far from over, but at least Harak's ships were now in position.
It was then that he glanced, by chance, that the NHD Geb was powering up its leftside beams. Good he thought they've gotten their fire control back together. Then perplexedly he wondered But why those beams? The forward beams could target the Jagganath far better.
He received his answer why a moment later...
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Eishtmo, 05-26-2000 11:33 PM
Hawking System - GTC Horan
"Is Omega securely straped on?" Ripper asked.
"Yes sir," Thomas said. "Are you sure that this is a good idea? I mean, straping Omega to the side of us could put us at risk."
"Maybe," Ripper said. "But we used the external boosters up getting here, and if we're going to survive this, we'll need all the thrust we can get."
"If you say so sir," Thomas said with a sigh.
Ripper activated the internal comm system. "Marcuson, how's it going down there?"
"We've managed to give you 50% more power to the engines," Marcuson reported. "If we need to, we can wrangle another 20% out of it, but we might overload the core."
"What about Omega?"
Marcuson chuckled. "Are you kidding? They haven't been using half of it's power. We managed to take it to full, and then some. I'd say it now can put out about as much as we do."
"Good," said Ripper. "See what you can do about that extra 20%."
"Aye sir," Marcuson said.
Ripper changed the intercomm system to all ship. "Crew of the Horan, this is the Captian speaking. We will be entering the, uh, Sandra Maneuver in 15 minutes. Report to your assigned stations. Ripper out."
"The Sandra Maneuver?" Sandra said. "You're trying to make me blush, aren't you?"
Ripper just smiled. "Jaminison, what's that destroyer doing?"
"Sensors are still down sir," she said. "All I can give you is what the probe sent before it went out."
"Damn," Ripper muttered. "Any luck getting them on the air?"
"No sir," said Sission. "They're either not reciving us, or ignoring us."
"A joy to behold," Ripper said. "Alright, all hands into postion."
The bridge crew began running around, moving into their seats, and buckling themselves in. Ripper did the same, his five point harness holding him tightly down.
"How tight should I make this?" Thomas said.
"As tight as possible sir," Sandra said. "When we begin the maneuver the black hole will pull on us with a lot of strength. So much, if you fall out of that chair, you'll never get back up."
"Thanks for the explaination," Ripper said. "Alright Thomas, if you're buckled in, deactivate the artifical gravity."
"Aye sir," Thomas said. The low hum of the Horan dropped a notch in pitch. Suddenly, a cup on the nav table floated up. Sandra grabbed the cup and quickly stoded it away.
"Alright, are you guys ready?" Ripper said. No one said a word. "Okay then, let's go."
The Horan's engines fired off with Omega's following shortly there after. The disk of the black hole was brightened by their intence heat of the material hitting each other. The Horan/Omega combo neared the hole at high speed, the light of their combined engines were bright blue.
"We're entering the hole's gravitiational field," Jaminison said.
"Here we go," Thomas yelled with excitment.
The ship began to shake violently. Ceiling tiles began to bend down on some decks. Unfilled boxes aboard Omega were crushed by the intense gravity of the hole.
Ripper's arms felt like lead. He slowly lifted them only to have them crash back onto the arm rest. "Damn," he said.
"We are still an hour away from the completed burn," Sandra said with difficulty.
"Is this going to get any worse?" Ripper yelled.
"Yes sir," Sandra said.
The tiles now began to be ripped from the ceiling, smashing into the floor. Shelves were torn from the walls, glasses and bottles smashing on the ground. The heads of the sprinkler system were ripped from their pipes, spewing water into the passage ways, until the auto systems shut off the pipes. Then the hull cracking began.
"Sir, we have a hull breach on deck 30 and below," Thomas said.
"Make sure those decks are evacuated," Ripper yelled.
Suddenly a loud bang was heard. "Sir, the fusion mortor is taking intense damage," Thomas yelled. "If we don't do something now, it'll explode!"
Ripper sat there for a moment. "Damn," he said. "Dump it!"
"Aye sir."
The fusion mortor, a relic of the T-V War detached and fell off. The black hole dragged the shattered weapon into it's mouth.
The next hour was more of the same. Later, much later, the members of the Horan would recount this trip in dozens of books, documentaries and even a movie. It would be a trip none of them could ever forget, no matter how hard they tried.
"Sir, we have completed the maneuver," Sandra said after the hour was up.
"Good," Ripper said with a sigh of relief. "Helm, set course for the node."
"Aye sir," the helmsman said.
"Thomas, turn back on the gravity," Ripper said. "And begin a damage report."
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HeX, GTVIJ Desdemona
Outter Vega
Admiral Pretala stared for a moment at the blank comm. screen in front of him and then turned to his second in command.
"Get the conference room set up," Pretala ordered striding to the sensor operators controls, "and try to get me a report on what the bloody hell happened out there. Send scouts to recon the area if you have too! I want to know what could have beat the crap out of half Kohler's fleet!"
"Aye sir," Captain Robertson said. Pretala leaned over the console next to the scanning officer and brought up a scan of the ships in Kohler's fleet. He frowned at what he saw, they had almost been torn to pieces! A Shivan ambush perhaps? Or maybe something bigger? A new type of ship or weapon they hadn't seen yet? Pretala was shaken from his thoughts by the voice of Captain Robertson.
"Sir? We have a transmission incoming from the GTCv Bane. It's Captain Pretala sir."
"Thank you Jim, put her though."
On the comm. screen, the face of a rather stiking female captain appeared. Her green eyes gave the feeling of absolute control even as she saluted the Admiral. Pretala smiled at his eldest daughter and returned her salute.
"At ease. Your report Captain?" Pretala asked, his face suddenly becoming serious.
Captain Sasha Pretala lowered her hand from it's salute, "Admiral, we have just received a report back from one of the bomber raids you sent out eariler. They say they managed to down a destroyer and two cruisers. However, one scout wing reported seeing a very large force of destroyeres and corvettes warping out near their position."
"Were they warping out of system? Perhaps back to Capella?"
"Negative sir, they were warping deeper in system. The scouts couldn't get a lock on their exit vectors."
"What class of ships were in the force and how many?"
"Too many sir. A Juggernaut 3 Ravanas, 2 Demons, 6 Cains and about 4 Molochs. 16 ships, almost as big as our fleet here sir."
"What are those Shivan monsters up to?" Pretala said narrowing his eyes, "Well keep up the patrols Captain and…take care of yourself."
Captain Pretala smiled, "I always do. Captain Pretala out."
As the face faded from the comm. screen Pretala began to pace. What were the Shivan's doing with such a large force? Perhaps they planned to overrun one of the nodes? Or was this the force that nearly wiped out Kohler's fleet? Pretala looked out through the main portal as shuttles carrying the commanders from the main ships of the fleet neared the Desdemona. All would be come clear soon enough.
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Kellan, 05-27-2000 12:52 PM
Zeta System
NHD Abydos
The Abydos lurched as a wave of bombs struck or were shot down, mere metres from the hull of the Ramses-class destroyer. Half a dozen Loyalist Serapis interceptors swooped low over the viewing ports of the bridge, cannons blazing as they chased down a wing of hostile Bakha bombers. Ryksos felt rather than heard the explosions of three bombers laden with bombs just behind the bridge. The bridge shook slightly.
“Status report!” barked Ryksos.
“We’ve sustained minor damage from the enemy bombers, Admiral. Outer hull is holding. Minor casualties on the upper decks, but few fatalities. All of those are from fall-related injuries.” Ryksos allowed himself a tight smile. All of his preparation had paid off. The Abydos had been honed to peak performance, with the reactor boosted to 94% efficiency and additional ablative armour applied to key systems. It wouldn’t stand up to much punishment, but it hadn’t slowed the Abydos down, either.
Two growing golden-red orbs on the Geb’s near flank brought Ryksos’ attention. As the cannons powered up, a brief thought flashed through his mind – what is the Geb’s captain doing? A moment later his question was answered. The twin beam lashed out – at the Abydos. The power of the energy beams slammed the destroyer over several degrees as the weapons burned through hull plating. Over his internal communications system, Ryksos heard the screams of the dying as they were immolated.
“What was that!” demanded the Admiral. There was the sound of commotion and dissent on the bridge. Ryksos turned to silence the rowdy crew. As he did so, a female Vasudan officer from the weapons control pit ran at him, brandishing a queth – a large hunting knife with a curved, serrated blade. She screamed something unintelligible at him – it sounded like “We die for the Eishtmo.” Security guards stationed on the upper tier of the bridge, behind Ryksos felled the Vasudan before she got close enough to do any damage to the Admiral. He nodded at them. Then a transmission came in. It was from the Iron Fist itself.
“Admiral,” Chontamentet began, “how is your vessel?”
Ryksos scanned the damage reports that had appeared on his console quickly. “One of our left flank beam cannons has been destroyed and there is a minor hull breach on deck 23. Engineers are working on patching it. I also lost over fifty personnel. Admiral, can you confirm that those shots were fired by the Geb?”
“Yes,” was the Admiral’s short reply. “I have ordered the Geb’s IFF status set to hostile, along with the NHCs Amentet, Khepri and Urthekau. I suggest you do the same.” There was a bright flash on the screen as, in front of the Iron Fist the Urthekau exploded. “Don’t worry about the Urthekau, Admiral,” Chontamentet said, with a slight, wry smile.
Another blast of beam fire hit the Abydos’ flank, though thankfully it missed the hull breach that the last salvo had opened. “Open fire on the Geb,” Ryksos commanded. A moment later two lances of light smashed into the side of the Geb, returning the destroyer’s favour and eliminating a beam cannon. Two more beams cut through the hull of the Jagganath. Ryksos looked down at the limp form of the would-be assassin. “Security, take that out.”
As the guards lifted the body of the female, Chontamentet looked on. “An assassination attempt, Temara? I can’t say I’m surprised.”
“Neither can I,” Ryksos said. “However, the assassin failed, as you can see. The guards that you suggested I position on the bridge were successful in killing her.”
“I am glad that I haven’t lost a commander as good as yourself. We’re going to have our work cut out for us anyway with the Geb. Good luck Admiral. Chontamentet out.”
Ryksos turned back to his command console. There was still a battle to be fought, and one that was going to be considerably harder than had initially been thought. With every minute that passed more and more lives were sacrificed. Even now, as Ryksos watched the cameras on a wing of bombers bound for the Geb flak burst around them and they and their escort fighters died fiery deaths. Four loads of dual bombs streaked past the camera. Two were shot down. The other two struck home on the Geb’s remaining right flank beam cannon. The Abydos was safe; at least for now.
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Ice Heart, 05-27-2000 09:29 PM
Harak saw the pair of beams from the Geb hit the Abydos. As Harak watched, the cruisers Amentet, Khepri, and Urthekau fired on nearby vessels as well. He noted the Amentet and Khepri had taken station near the Geb as well. The defectors appeared to have planned well to attack the Abydos. The Urthekau was the only mystery, in its position on the Iron Fist's left flank. Then a report came in of a crewman detonating an explosive in a suicide attack on the main beam's fire control. Harak watched the Urthekau move to position itself in front of the forward fighterbay. The saboteur was supposed to destroy the main beam and make it safe for the Urthekau to sit just out of range of the Iron Fist's weapons and ahead of the fighterbay and pick ships off as they emerged. Harak smiled as the report also stated the beam had sustained only minimal damage and would be online in a minute. "Gunnery, target the Urthekau with our main beam when the cannon is online."
Then, "Communications, contact the Abydos." A moment later, he Admiral Ryksos' face appeared on the Harak's comm display. "Admiral," Chontamentet began, "how is your vessel?"
Ryksos' report was quick and to the point. "One of our left flank beam cannons has been destroyed and there is a minor hull breach on deck 23. Engineers are working on patching it. I also lost over fifty personnel. Admiral, can you confirm that those shots were fired by the Geb?"
"Yes," Harak replied shortly. "I have ordered the Geb’s IFF status set to hostile, along with the NHCs Amentet, Khepri and Urthekau. I suggest you do the same." Harak heard the beam powering up and spared a glance out the forward viewport to see it slam through the rear of the little cruiser and tear it apart. "Don’t worry about the Urthekau, Admiral," Chontamentet said, with a slight, wry smile. The next flight out of the fighterbay, a wing of Taurets, waggled their wings shortly in appreciation before moving on to engage the enemy.
A moment later, the Abydos was fired on again and Ryksos turned to give orders to his crew. "Open fire on the Geb," Ryksos commanded. A moment later two lances of light smashed into the side of the Geb, returning the destroyer’s favour and eliminating a beam cannon. To Harak's satisfaction, two more beams cut through the hull of the Jagganath. Ryksos looked down at something off screen. "Security, take that out." He ordered shortly.
A pair of guards bent to lift whatever it was and Harak got a brief glimpse of an obviously dead female Vasudan. "An assassination attempt, Temara?" He asked Ryksos, "I can’t say I’m surprised." There had been two attempts on Harak's life, as well as an attempt on Aris Kraken, commander of the NHD Anubis.
"Neither can I," Ryksos said. "However, the assassin failed, as you can see. The guards that you suggested I position on the bridge were successful in killing her."
"I am glad that I haven’t lost a commander as good as yourself. We’re going to have our work cut out for us anyway with the Geb. Good luck Admiral. Chontamentet out."
Harak cut the communication and turned back to his own ship. The Amentet and Khepri were almost in position to attack the Abydos. The right side beam cannons of the Iron Fist were not currently engaging any targets. Harak smiled...that would change. "Gunnery, order starboard anti-cap ship beams to concentrate fire on the Amentet and Khepri. That should take some pressure off the Abydos."
The NHD Kauket had lost the left side beams it had been using against the Jagganath and was now turning to attack it. Harak had a better idea. He ordered the Kauket to turn about and engage the NHD Isdes with its forward and right side beams. The rear beams could then keep firing on the Jagganath. He gave the Kauket nominal command of the two corvettes as well so it would have some help against the Isdes. The Isdes had sustained a fair amount of damage, but it was still a dangerous target. But a Ramses and two corvettes should be able to make short work of her. That would take some of the pressure off so they could concentrate on the Jagganath and the Geb.
The Jagganath's left beams opened fire again, though one was cut off abruptly as a well placed beam from the Abydos obliterated it. The Jagganath was now down to just one anti-capital ship beam on that side, and it had sustained mulitiple hull breaches as well. It was still going to be a tough nut to crack, but they were doing well against it.
Harak received more good news in the report from Admiral Kraken and the diversionary attack. The fighter assembly plant had been destroyed. However, the reinforcements the Pretender had sent to aid the facility were beginning to push back the Anubis' defenses. Kraken would hold them as long as possible, but he estimated fifteen minutes at the most before they were forced to withdraw. Once they were withdrawn, and the jamming provided by the specially equipped Anubis was withdrawn as well, the Pretender's forces would likely rush back to defend their prized superdestroyer. Hopefully all they would find would be a debris field.
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PeachE, 05-28-2000 10:55 AM
GTIJ Desdemona
Outer Vega
Mission Debriefing
Classification: Omega
A large screen was at the front of the Conference Room. Kohler approached it and inserted a small disc. Schematics and statistics for three ships appeared on the screen.
Kohler then approached the head of the table in the center of the room, where the Commanders from the other 19 ships sat. As he took his place at the head of the table, he used the remote controller to select the first of the three ships.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is a new Shivan Corvette class, very similar to the Moloch, as you can see. Her hull is somewhat weaker than a Moloch's, but she carries three more beam turrets. I've taken the liberty of designating this ship the Mikelats"
Captain Paris began to speak, "Admiral Kohler, if..." only to be cut off by the Admiral moving on to the next ship.
"This is a new destroyer class ship. A sister to the Ravana. Slightly larger than the Ravana, slightly stronger. She does make up for these advances with a slower speed, but she's also better armed than a Ravana. I've taken the liberty of designating this ship the Belial."
"But Admiral, surely" This time it was Commander Forge who would be cut off.
"And finally, a new Juggernaut. She's a kilometer longer than the Sathanas, a few hundred meters taller. And she's got quite a different design from the Sathanas, as you can see. There are no 'arms' protruding out the front to support the main beam turrets, etcetera. As for strength, her hull is as strong as a Sathanas, if not stronger. She has a few more beams, both anti-cap and anti-fighter beams. And she does not have he sister's same vulnerabilities at the rear of the ship. Some our ships found this out when we tried to use anti-Sathanas maneuvers. I've taken the liberty of designating this ship the Mastema. This scan data was obtained at the loss of dozens of fighters and the Rimmon. Put it to good work."
The room was silent for a time and then Admiral Pretala now spoke up, "How many of these ships did you encounter at Vega IV?"
"Four Mikelats, Two Belials, and One Mastema, along with the crippled Sathanas, a few Cains, Molochs, and Ravana's. I believe the Shivan count was over fifteen capital ships, not to mention hundreds of fighters."
"So you were outnumbered?"
"Incredibly."
Commander Sasha Pretala now spoke. "Admiral Kohler, where are these ships headed?"
"Captain Ma'zal has prepared a list of possibilities that I believe he is ready to report now." Admiral Kohler sat down as the tall Vasudan took over the presentation.
"The Shivan fleet, composed of standard Shivan vessels and the newer designs, did not arrive until the attack on the Sathanas was almost complete.
We believe that this operation was an ambush operation by the Shivans. It was originally thought they were trying to lure one of the outer fleets to the inner system in order to leave Vega. However, this theory has been dismissed because of later events.
As the Sathanas was destroyed, the Mastema entered the area. Due to the incredible number of fighters and capital ships in the area, Admiral Kohler was forced to retreat from the battle area. Intelligence has ascertained that any other actions would have led to the destruction of the first battle group.
It is known that the Shivan fleet jumped out as our group retreated..."
"Did they jump out of system? Towards us?"
"No. All indications are that the Shivans jumped deeper into the Vega system. While it is possible they are heading for the Talnia node, the most likely possibility is that they jumped back to the Capella node."
Admiral Pretala stepped up. "Well, I suppose that that's all. I'll inform GTVI of this. Perhaps now they will reconsider our recquisitions. Kohler, I suggest you do the same for GTVA Command in Beta Aquilae."
"Very Well, Pretala."
"If that is all, I suggest we move to close the meeting. Opposed... Movement passed unanimously. Get back to your ships people."
Recording ended.
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HeX, 05-28-2000 01:57 PM
Desdemona
Outter Vega
Half an hour after the meeting
"This is not good," Admiral Pretala said as he went over scout reports, "I think we are in major trouble Captain."
"That bad sir?" asked Captain Roberton.
"Worse Jim, much worse. That group Kohler ran into seems to have returned to Capella for the time being but that fleet our scouts saw earlier hasn't. In fact it's grown in size! To make matters worse, the fleet seems to be set up to hit our node."
"How many ships?"
"Two Juggernauts, 4 Ravanas, 2 Demons, 8 Cains and about 5 Molochs. That's 21 ships Captain. More then we have here and more then doubble the fire power. If they hit us we'll have no chance of winning. GTVI had better get us some serious support."
Admiral Pretala slumped in his command chair with a look of defeat on his face. If GTVI didn't get some more ships out here then Beta Aquilae would be open for the taking. Pretala stood up and strode to the main view port to watch the repair teams at work on the nearby ships.
"Well Captain we're going to have to hit them first. We can't afford to have a fleet of that size hit us at full strength. Dispatch every Hydra and Odysseyus we have in our hangers to hit that fleet with everything they've got. Tell them to try to down the destroyers and cruisers but to only take out the main beams on the Juggernauts. Maybe if they can't hit us with those beams we'll have a chance to stop them."
"Every ship, sir that's 50 wings! The Desdemona will be without fighter cover! What if that force Kohler mentioned re-appears?"
"Captain if we don't hit that fleet now all that will be left of us will be our fighter cover! We'll deal with that second fleet when and if they arrive."
An hour later, wave after wave of fighter and bomber wings burst from the Desdemona's hanger and warped out to face the Shivan onslaught. Pretala silently prayed it would be enough. If the Shivan's sent any more ships to reinforce the fleet, Beta Aquilae would be doomed. Pretala didn't wait around to listen to the incoming reports, it would be a slaughter on both sides and he didn't need to hear the exact count to know they would loose a signifigant number of ships. As Pretala strode towards the turbolift the comm. officer ran up and handed him a transmission from GTVI Hq. Pretala began to read it and realized it may not be a hopeless as he had thought.
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FROM: GTVI Headquarters, Ikeya System
TO: Admiral Tiberius Pretala, Vega System
We have gone over the reports you sent us of the growing threat to your node. From this evidence we have concluded that further support is required and ships are being dispatched to your location from reserve forces. The ships will be arriving in a few hours at your location under orders to obey your commands. We are also sending something else that may be of use to you, a device from our Project Upsilon (consult your Omega Clearance Files for information on this project). We are giving you clearance to inform Admiral Kohler of this device but no more then Rho level information on it. The device and reinforcements are on their way to your location as we speak. By the time you receive this transmission they should be leaving the Ikeya and Vasuda systems. Understand that we can send no further reinforcements as other nodes require assistance. However rest assured that we will offer all the support we can spare and any of our resources. Good luck Admiral, we are counting on you to keep those bastards out of Beta Aquilae.
END TRANSMISSION
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Pretala smiled, an Upsilon Device would be just what they needed to stop that fleet, or at least part of it, if it started moving. Pretala returned to his chair and sat down with new determination.
"Comm.," he said, "Get Kohler on the screen. Tell him we are getting reinforcements. Also bring up the files on Project Upsilon on my console. I'll need to write a brief explanation for Kohler. When I'm done, send the information to Admiral Kohler."
"Project Upsilon?" Captain Robertson asked.
"You wouldn't have heard about it, it's classified level Omega. I'll explain later."
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TO: Admiral Kohler
FROM: Admiral Pretala
RE: Upsilon Device
Kohler, we may just have some things that're going to save our butts out here. We are being sent reinforcements, no words on numbers or types but any help is good help. GTVI HQ is also sending us an Upsilon Device. I know you haven't heard of it before but that's only because Omega Level material doesn't exactly get mentioned often. The Upsilon Device is a bomb of sorts, too large to be carried on a bomber. A Triton Freighter is the only ship capable of moving it, much like the Meson bombs. The bomb is not an explosive but a subspace weapon. It will cause an intrasystem subspace corridor to become unstable and collapse on the ships within, completely destroying them. Any ships that do survive are pulled out of subspace with severe damage to their jump drives and major hull fractures from the stress of a forced exit. The device only works on intrasystem corridors for some reason so we can't use it to collapse nodes yet. Engineers are working on a version that might be able to collapse intersystem nodes but information on that is still classified Omega. We are being sent one of these devices along with a Triton Freighter with a modified jump drive allowing it to enter the subspace corridor of an incoming ship or ships. This may be what saves us out here Kohler. We oly have one so we have to choose the time to use it. Let's just hope it works like the techs say it will. Oh and on another note, I noticed one of your ship Captains glancing at Captain Pretala quite a bit during the meeting. I'd like you to please remind your men that we can't afford any personal business out here to interfear with operations. Pretala out.
END TRANSMISSION
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Kellan, 05-28-2000 02:24 PM
Vega/Beta Aquilae Jump Node
GTCv Brazen
A blue subspace point formed and the Brazen shot out of it – straight into the GTVA blockade. A large group of ships were arrayed in front of the Brazen – some only small, but others far larger. Menacing destroyers and a massive Juggernaut loomed large. As the Brazen slowed down, Richards, the sensor operator, cried out.
“Sir, they’ve locked weapons!” Rayner was quick to send out a broadband signal over all GTVA channels, and a few others for good measure.
“Hold your fire, we’re GTVA!” A moment later the reply from the Richards came.
“They’ve stood down their weapons locks.” Rayner looked over his console. “Captain, incoming communication from the GTVIJ Desdemona. That’s that ugly-looking Juggernaut thing, I think. It’s Admiral Pretala.” Frost ordered him to be put through at once. An authoritative voice came through on the comm.
“This is Admiral Pretala. Identify yourself.” The message was curt and to the point. Frost replied quickly.
“Captain Bethany Frost here, Admiral. GTCv Brazen reporting in.” There was a pause.
“Why can’t I see you on the screen, Captain Frost?”
“I’m afraid that the comm-screens are offline, sir. We’ve taken a bit of punishment from the Shivans since our last repair.”
“I’ll say,” the Admiral said, amusedly. “That ship looks like hell. What we’re you doing in Vega anyway?” Frost took a deep breath. She didn’t know how the Admiral would take this, given what had happened over the past days.
“We were part of the GTVI operation to open up the Capella node, Admiral.” There was a noticeable pause. Frost thought she heard the Admiral draw a deep breath.
“Then you’d better come aboard the Desdemona. Take up position with the rest of the fleet. We’ll be sending repair vessels as soon as possible and you’ll be assigned to the fleet later.”
“Okay sir. I’ll be waiting for a transport. I’m afraid we lost all of ours, and our fighters too. Oh, and the repairs will be welcome.”
“Very well. Pretala out.” The Admiral signed of quickly. He sounded like he had a lot on his mind. Frost began to order the crew to move the Brazen into position, and to prepare for visitors. She wanted the Brazen back up to full working order as soon as possible.
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Velocity7, 05-28-2000 09:28 PM
5/28/2384
Capella Nebula
GTC Redway
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Dazed and confused, the members of the Redway and Afyror continue to make their supply raids on the Shivans. Although their beam cannons and newly advanced armor plating from the encounter with the Horan back on Corbet Station made their lives a bit easier, things still seemed much harder, with more Sathanas juggernauts that are expected to show up, and possibly one stronger than the giant destroyer.
The two cruisers were now near the center of the supernova, although it had already exploded, the heat had mostly disippated, due to recent Shivan mining.
"Sir, we've got about 3 incoming jump signatures," an officer exclaimed.
Velocity 7 looked up. "Put it on the screen."
He stared at the picture for a moment. "Send wings Beta and Gamma to strike. Alpha will go on at--"
The comm officer interrupted. "We're receiving an incoming transmission. It's from Command."
"Put it through."
The screen flickered for a moment. "I don't know what the hell you are doing here, Redway, but the GTVA has ordered that your cruisers be turned around back into Vega space."
"We're trying to create a diversion," Velocity 7 explained, "we've already caught about most of their supply depots."
"Don't you remember when we found another Knossos portal lying around back in Gamma Draconis? You've probably only destroyed 1/3 of what they really have."
Velocity 7's face stiffened. "You should be grateful that we are helping your cause, Command, if we don't continue this raid, you might not have enough forces to battle the Shivans at the Vega/Capella node and then close it down."
"But what about you, then?"
"We will make it back. Just let us continue our raids."
The officer thought for a moment. "I don't know, you'll have to wait about 5 hours for the courts to decide." The screen switched back to the nebulas of Shivan miners.
"Great, just what I need," Velocity 7 muttured to himself.
"Sir," an officer replied, "Beta and Gamma have begun their attack."
"Good, see to it that they make it back in one piece. We'll bring the Redway in for fighter support."
The Redway then began its slow movement through the mixture of varying gases towards the sight of battle. "Fire all cannons," Velocity 7 ordered.
"Aye sir."
Giant glows of light suddenly appeared, rather than the small ones. "Officer, I said open fire on the fighters, not the miners!"
"But Commander, due to the upgrade, the fighter beams have been extensively intensified, including our reactor."
"Oh..." Velocity 7 frowned.
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Capella Nebula
GVC Afyror
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"Helm," B'tok asked, "how far are we from the Redway?"
"Approximately twenty thousand kilometers, according to the radar."
"Try to stay in a radius of fifty," the Vasudan ordered, "we don't want to get out of communications range. The nebulas have caused serious communication problems, especially the electro-magnetic field we have entered."
A lightning bolt struck the ship, shaking everyone onboard the bridge. "Damage report," B'tok asked.
"We've got decks 17 and 18 disabled, Captain, and the sensors are gone."
"That is not very good to expect," the Vasudan said to himself, "keep going. I know it's out here."
"What is?"
"I shall explain later."
"Very well, Captain," the helmsman (should I say helmsvasudan? :) ) then began its evasive manuevers through the shocking nebulas.
"Comm, have you been able to contact the GTC Horan yet?"
"Not yet sir, not even the Redway has been able to 4 hours ago. Do you think the Horan knows the Redway completed its mission with the box?"
"I'm not sure. We'll have to wait, see, and hope that they thank us in some way."
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Eishtmo, 05-28-2000 10:59 PM
Hawking/Unknown System Jump Node - GTC Horan
"When I get home," Thomas said. "I'm going to write a book about that."
"You would," Margette said. Everyone chuckled at that.
"Alright people," said Ripper. "Let's get down to business. Jaminison, why don't you start."
"Nothing to report sir," she replied. "The sensor system is still only partially functional. We can now tell where that destroyer is, but not what it is. Now, maybe if a repair crew were sent to help," she said as she turned to Marcuson.
"Don't look at me," Marcuson said. "I need those people to keep this ship in one piece."
"Relax Marcuson," said Ripper. "Jaminison, you'll just have to do the best with what you have."
"Aye sir," the sensor operator reported.
"Sission, what's the status of the comm system?" Ripper asked.
"All but destroyed," the comm officer replied. "If you want to talk to someone out there, you'll have to replace the whole thing. That black hole just tore it up."
"Great," Ripper said. "Margette?"
"I've got at least a dozen crew members with serious injuries, none are life threatening though," the ships doctor said. "Just about everyone else has cuts and brusies, even me. Frankly, I'm surprised no one has died yet."
"We should be thankful," Su'mit said. "We should have died many times already."
"Certianly," the captian said. "Marcuson, how's the Horan holding up?"
"Not good," Marcuson said. "The hull has stress cracks on every deck, power is barely 1/3 of what it was before we buzzed the hole, and the floors all need a good sweeping." Marcuson smiled, hoping the last line would bring out a few chuckles, it didn't. "Anyways, I can have 2/3rd's power in about 3 hours, and engines in less. The intrasystem jump drives are still fully operational, but the intersystem drives are in bad shape. I can't guarentee more than 2 jumps before they go. Of course, we could repair them between jumps, so who knows. Life support is on back up systems right now, but primaries should be up and running in a couple of hours."
"What about weapons?" Ma'thon suddenly asked.
Marcuson looked at the messenger. "Uh, well, most of the laser turrets survived, as well as the flak. The anti-fighter beam was heavily damaged, but salvageable. The Ion Cannon, however, has had it. The crystals are cracked beyond repair. I'd say that if we fired it, it would probably explode taking us with it."
Ripper rubbed his eyes and sighed. "You know what people," he said. "I'm ready to go home, how about you?"
Ma'thon turned to the captian. "You cannot do that, we must reach the Eishtmo's colony!"
"Look at this ship," Thomas said. "Look at us. We're tired, this ship is tired. If we have to do something like that again, we'll be killed!"
"You will not have to go through anything like that again," Ma'thon said. "The Eishtmo's colony is only two jumps away. The next system is nothing more than a maze. A maze I know the way out of."
"What do you mean a maze?" Ripper asked.
"You will see, in time," the Vasudan said.
The group sat there in silence for a moment. "Captian," Su'mit suddenly said. "I believe that it would be best to keep Omega attached to the Horan. We could work together on repairs, and use Omega's jump drive until the Horan's is," he paused for a moment. "More reliable."
"What do you think?" Ripper asked Marcuson.
"Sounds like a plan," Marcuson said.
"Good," Ripper said. "We jump out in three hours, dismissed."
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Hawking System - VAD Axion
". . . and we believe that's what they did," the XO said.
"My god," said Barry. "Incredible."
"Who ever plotted that course should get a medal," the navigator said. "Or at least have it name after him."
"You may be right," Barry replied. "Comm, anything?"
"Negative sir," Clemmens replied. "I'll keep trying though."
"Good," Barry said. He turned to his XO. "You have the con, I'll be in my quarters. Call me if you pick up anything from the Horan."
"Aye sir."
Barry walked down the maze of corridors that made up the Axion. His mind was on the Horan though. Why was she out here? Where was she going? What did they find in that escape pod? He shook his head. He could only answer those questions when he caught up to the Horan. But if that ship kept making manevors like that, he might never know the answers. Barry opened the door to his quarters, and made a beeline for his bed. He fell asleep quickly, another long day was over.
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Hawking/Unknown System Jump Node - GTC Horan
"Are you ready over there Su'mit?" Ripper asked.
"We are," Su'mit said over the comm. The extension of the ship's internal comm system helped the commander of Omega to talk directly to Ripper.
"Then let's do it," Ripper said.
"As you wish," Su'mit said. He turned to his pilot. "Engage jump drives."
"Aye sir," the pilot said.
Omega opened a jump node, and with a careful push, dragged the Horan with it through the jump node. The blue and white swirls of subspace seemed to suck the paired ships toward the other end. It took time, but soon, the pair jumped back into normal subspace.
"We are in normal space sir," Jaminison replied.
"Good," Ripper said. He looked out the main screen. "Better tell Marcuson to check the display system. There's got to be at least a dozen jump node frames out there."
"Uh sir," Jaminison said. "There's nothing wrong with the display. That's how many jump nodes are in our field of vision."
Ripper looked at his sensor operator with shock. "It can't be," he said. "How many are you picking up?"
"Well, there's at least 200 withing our sensor range," Jaminison replied.
"There are at least 2000," Ma'thon suddenly said. "Though we have no idea about the exact number."
Ripper looked at the NHOL messenger. "2000?"
"Yes," Ma'thon said with a smile. "Captian Ripper, welcome to the System of a Thousand Jump Nodes, the gateway to the galaxy."
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Ice Heart, 05-29-2000 01:43 AM
Vega/Beta Aquilae Jump Node
GTCv Phobos
Falstaff sat reviewing the data from the disasterous ambush the Shivans had laid with that weakened Sathanas. Kohler had walked right into it, though Garrett could hardly blame him. No one in their right mind would have passed up such a juicy opportunity to take out a Sathanas. It was a cunning ambush and a measure of Kohler's abilities that his group escaped at all.
He was also looking over the reports from the repair teams. His vessel was now fully operational, minus only two turrets, this was much better than he could ever had hoped for. Though still short on crew, he suspected that these new Shivan ships might be the shove needed to get GTVI's personnel department to give them more people. Anyway, he wasn't anything near critically short and he was confident that they would be capable of giving any Shivan vessel a bloody nose.
It was then that a Deimos corvette exitted subspace practically in the middle of the blockade. His crew leapt to action, the gunnery officer targetting the ship with its main beams but not firing without his command. A moment later, there was an all channels transmission from the corvette. "Hold fire! We're GTVA!"
"Gunnery, stand down our targetting solution, but be ready to engage." It was unlikely an SDF renegade had made it here, but it was possible that the ship was just masquerading.
Pretala hailed the vessel and Falstaff listened in on the communications. With a start, he realized that he knew the vessel and its commander. The Brazen had been in the same corvette group as Garrett's ship, but at the time it had been commanded by a Captain Forrester. He knew Forrester only by name, but he knew his Executive Officer, Bethany Frost, on a more personal level. He recognized Frost's voice, though curiously there was no video feed from the Brazen. Since it was Frost that reported as Captain of the Brazen, Garrett was already certain that something had happened to Forrester.
As the Brazen came nearer, Garrett realized why there was no video. It was a miracle the corvette was still in one peice, it had been battered quite severely but it appeared that Frost had managed to make some patch work repairs to the ship. She had a talented for making the most of limited resources.
Pretala closed the communication a short time later and the Brazen moved to take up its assigned position. A few moments later, the Phobos received a comm from the Brazen. "Captain Falstaff, I see you managed to get out as well. In a little better shape than my vessel, it would appear."
"Yes," he replied, "it was luck more than anything."
Then she asked. "Have you seen any other vessels from the blockade?"
"None...I think that the Brazen and the Phobos are the only survivors of the Capella blockade." He assumed that there weren't any more survivors that she had encountered.
A few moments later, with an odd sound in the background that Falstaff thought was a circuit board fizzling out, she replied. "My ship is falling apart around me. Petrala has promised some much needed repairs and has requested that I meet him aboard the Desdemona, he is sending a transport for me now. I might need some backup on this, if the Admiral would permit it, I would like you there for some support. I suspect he is not very happy to see another reminder of the reason the Shivans are back."
He contacted the Admiral and received his affirmative, then informed Frost that the Admiral wouldn't mind. She cut the communication then, having more pressing matters at hand. Garrett went back to overseeing the final repairs and making certain the new Shivan warship specs were burned into his memory.
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Eishtmo, 05-29-2000 08:44 PM
Deneb/Vega Jump Node - GTVA 12th Battle Group
Shivan fighters were everywhere, darting between the GTVA captiol ships. Flak bursts exploded as another wing attemped an attack run. The bright light of an anti-fighter beam ripped out, vaporizing several small fighters.
Nearby, a Cain class cruiser was engaging a much larger Deimos. The Deimos fired off a volley of beam fire, shattering the Shivan cruiser. The Deimos then turned and fired on a more distant Moloch, missing with one beam, but not with the next.
Meanwhile, a wing of SDF bombers dove on the Shivan corvette. They dodged around the anti-fighter defenses of the ship, trying to get a lock. A wing of Shivan fighters pulled up behind the bombers and began firing. Suddenly, one of the Shivan fighters exploded. The rest turned to face a group of GTVA fighters that had been covering the bombers. The dogfight that broke out between the two groups gave the SDF bombers time to launch their payload. In no time the Moloch was destroyed.
That was when a message of fear rippled through the line: A Sathantas was running the blockade on the other side of the node. The GTVA and SDF captiol ships pulled up into a half-sphere formation, and readied their weapons. The fighters pulled up beside the larger ships, bombers reloaded. Everyone was tense with fear.
A subspace vortex opened, revealing not the expected Sathantas, but a Demon destroyer. The mass of Allied ships fired at the Demon, completely destroying it. As the weapons cooled down, the Sathantas made it's appearance.
The fighter and bomber wings charged forward to try to give the larger ships some time. The Sathantas didn't wait, but opened fire on the nearest GTVA destroyer, a Hecate. The Hecate shook violently as the beam tore through its hull.
That's when the Sathantas did something unexpected, it jumped out. The 12th Battle Group reported the insident to Command, but they were ordered to hold the line. None relised that they would never see the Shivan Juggernaut again.
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System of a Thousand Jump Nodes - GTC Horan
"When we first entered this system," Ma'thon said to the Horan's command staff. "We were as surprised as you were at the shear number of jump nodes. We quickly began a survey of the system, as well as coming up with theories as to where it came from." Ma'thon slid one of the disks from his data pod into the Horan's computer. The display showed a basic map of all the jump nodes leading out of the system.
"So where did they all come from?" Thomas asked.
"The Eishtmo believed that it was constructed by the Ancients," Ma'thon said. "Long ago, this used to be a major hub in galactic travel, connecting many systems just like this one togeather, allowing for easy travel between distant parts. Unfortunatly, it appears time has degraded this system tremendously." The Vasudan pressed one of the controls for the display and brought up a simple pie chart. "Nearly 95% of all the jump nodes leading out of this system do not lead to any other system."
"What do you mean?" Sandra asked. "All jump nodes lead somewhere."
Ma'thon sighed. "Not these. Most lead out, but at some point and for some reason, the node simply seals up, coming to a dead end. The rest are so unstable, they may as well not lead anywhere at all."
"What of the other 5%?" Ripper asked.
"They lead somewhere," Ma'thon replied. "However, more than half are one way only. We discovered this early on, as we would send probes through, get confirmation that they had jumped out, and then nothing. We studied it for years, but never found out why this occurs."
"I take it we're not going through one of those," Thomas said.
"Correct," Ma'thon answered. "We will enter this node," he pointed to a sector that quickly expanded showing a cluster of three nodes. He then moved his long finger to the middle node. "It will take us to a system listed as Cassiopeia 528 by your star charts. That is the Eishtmo's colony."
They sat there in silence for a moment. Nothing was left to say, it seemed. Ripper broke the silence. "Well, uh, give Sandra the information so she can plot a course and we'll be on our way."
"As you wish," Ma'thon said.
Ripper looked at Ma'thon. "Very well, dismissed." As the group got up and left, Ripper stopped the NHOL messenger. "There's something you're not telling us."
"Oh, yes," Ma'thon said. "I forgot to tell you that the Eishtmo renamed the system Formatia. My apologies."
Ripper shook his head. "That's not it," he said.
"I do not know what you mean," Ma'thon said.
"Everyother step of the way, it's been like we were earning the right to visit this, Formatia," Ripper said. "Why not this time?"
Ma'thon looked at the ground in shame. "It is because we cannot survive the true trial," he said. "And there is no reason to attempt it."
"What is the true trial?" Ripper asked.
Ma'thon sighed. "You were supposed to select one of the three systems in that sector and go there. The other two led to battle for survival of some type or another. This ship would not survive it."
"You don't know that."
"You did more than you were supposed to," Ma'thon said. "The first test was one of courage, the second of trust, this was to be one of wisdom. However, the Eishtmo did not expect that we would be followed by a hostile force. Besides, this ship did something no other ship has ever attempted. I believe that you have earned the right."
"You would go against the Eishtmo's orders?" Ripper asked.
"No," Ma'thon said. "Not if he were still alive. But he is not any longer. As such, I must decide what is best, and this is what I believe is best." The Vasudan straightened to his full height. "Now if you will excuse me, I have duties to perform." And he left the room.
Ripper stood there for a moment. "Thanks," he said quietly. "You're right, we would have never had survived." He turned to the conference room's window. "I just wonder why the Eishtmo would force us through such a quest. What is out there that he wanted only the best to see?"
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HeX, 05-29-2000 10:51 PM
GTVIJ Desdemona
Outter Vega
Pretala looked up from the file in front of him in the briefing room as the Brazen's acting captain stepped through the door followed by Commander Garret. Pretala stood from his chair and walked over to the pair who promptly saluted. Pretala returned the salute and motioned for them to sit. Frost looked like she'd been through hell, a comparison that may have not been far from the truth. Her uniform was torn in places and her hair and face were streaked with grit. Pretala choose not to make mention of it, he could hardly expect her to be neat and tidy considering the condition of "her" ship.
"Welcome aboard the GTVIJ Desdemona," Pretala said, "currently the command ship of the GTVI Second Fleet."
"Second Fleet?" Frost said with confusion, "I didn't know there was a second GTVI group."
"It was classified heavily," Garret said turning to face Frost, "only the higher ups ever knew it existed. We here at the blockade only found out within the last few days when the Desdemona showed up at our doorstep."
"Are you with the GTVI then sir?" Frost asked Pretala.
"I am and in fact I was one of the Admirals who helped decide to open the Capella Node. Of course no one else but you in this room know that and until this mess is over I want it kept that way. When it opened I was overseeing the construction of this very ship not far from the GTVI First Fleet."
Frost only now noticed the GTVI Emblem on Pretala's black uniform. It was formed of the GTVA symbol with three stars on either side along with the silver letters GTVI. She also noticed the numerous medals on the Admiral's uniform for campaigns, some of which she had never heard of. Probably covert operations.
"I still don't know much about you though Frost," Pretala continued.
"I know her sir," Garret replied, "she was the Executive Officer onboard the Brazen and a fine officer. I believe she would be perfect to continue commanding the Brazen after it's repaired."
"I'm hardly in a position to disagree considering the losses we've had in manpower around here. Frost, consider yourself officialy promoted to Captain. If Admiral Kohler agrees with me then you will be a part of the Desdemona's fleet under my command. However Kohler might need another ship to aid his forces. If he does I'll transfer you to his command."
"If I may ask sir," Frost sasid to Pretala, "what is the current situation in Vega? We've been out of touch for quite some time."
"Basicly we are in very deep trouble out here," Pretala said with a grimace, "We have been hit by multiple raids by Shivans at this blockade and lost a few ships in the process. To make matters worse, new types of Shivan ships have been spotted and a massive fleet is preparing to overrun our node at any time. To put it simply, we are neck deep in hot water. I also just learned that a Shivan Juggernaut managed to slip out of the Vega system. We can't afford to let anymore through no matter what the cost. I'll have Captain Robertson show you full reports to get you up to speed. "
Frost looked up at the mention of Captain Robertson, "Excuse me sir but would that be Captain Jim Robertson from GTVI HQ?"
"Well he used to be," Pretala said, "he was in charge of the GTD Draconis Star for a while before he was transferred to the Desdemona. Do you know him?"
"Yes sir, I met him at Ikeya before the GTVI Fleet shipped out."
"I see. Hold on a moment," Pretala tapped a key to activate the comm., "Jim? Would you come in here for a moment?"
The door slid open a moment later and Captain Robertson stepped in. He stopped at the sight of Frost and smiled.
"Frost? Bethany Frost?" Robertson said with surprise, "I heard we picked up another ship from the Capella Reopening but I had no idea it was you."
"Good to see you again Captain," Frost said standing up to shake his hand.
"The pleasentries can wait until later," Pretala said, "For now, Captain Frost will need a full update on the situation here. Please see to it that she gets the information as soon as possible. That is all people, dismissed."
As the other officers filed out of the room Pretala turned towards the main view window in the conference room. He smiled, he too knew Frost but he knew she wouldn't have recognized him. Pretala had been in charge of recruiting back then to get young officers to join the GTVI. He had read Frost's file back then and been quite impressed with her record. He had watched her progress until her GTVI training was complete and had even been responsible for assigning her to the Brazen. He wanted to make sure that if anything went wrong during the Reopening of Capella that Captain Forrester would have someone capable of taking command should he become incapacitated. The Admiral was glad to see she hadn't let him down.
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Ice Heart, 05-30-2000 12:19 AM
Zeta System
Pretender's Shipyards Near Zeta X
The NHD Isdes was badly damaged, spewing debris and vapors from multiple hull fractures. The ship was still functional and fighting, but would not last much longer under the bombardment of beams from the NHD Kauket and its two escorting corvettes.
As the Kauket was finishing the Isdes, the rest of Harak's force was tearing the Jagganath's vulnerable left section apart. The Jagganath now had a large, jagged hole in its left side that the Loyalist forces were now focusing most of their firepower on. The Iron Fist and Abydos were firing their anti-capital ship beams into the hole, tearing deeper into the vessel's bowels while the bombers did their best to drop their payloads down it as well. No one knew exactly where the Jagganath's main reactor was located, but at the rate that Harak's ships were chewing into the hull of the vessel, they would get a lucky hit sooner or later. The Abydos was doing remarkably well, fending off the NHD Geb as well as firing on the Jagganath. The Geb was positioned so that most of the Iron Fist's available cannons could not bear on it. The Geb hadn't sustained a great deal of damage and Harak rather suspected it would survive the mission. The Jagganath was more of a concern at the moment, if they could take it down within the next few minutes, they might have time to bring the combined fire of all three of Harak's destroyers against the Geb. However, Harak knew better than to expect such an excellent outcome.
Harak watched the Isdes and Kauket as they slashed at each other with their beams. The Isdes was barely hanging on, Harak suspected the next thirty seconds would see its demise. The Isdes had only two of its four anti-cap beams still operational and it fired a final, defiant salvo at the Kauket. The salvo was either well aimed or incredibly lucky, striking and obliterating the port engine nacelle. The Kauket had lost fully half its maneuverability to the lucky shot. However, it more than returned the favor, the Kauket's captain fired his dual forward beams into the Isdes' spine, then used his lateral thrusters to turn the Kauket just enough to bring the Isdes into the firing cone of the Kauket's left side beams. Both beams flashed out, striking the Isdes in nearly the same place as the two which had hit it a mere few seconds before. One of them touched off a chain reaction, explosions ripped across the refitted Typhon's hull, throwing chunks of armor plating off into space. Finally, the reactor went critical and the ship was consumed in a massive fireball.
Harak assigned the Kauket to move in behind the Geb to provide additional support for the Abydos' attack on the vessel. Harak was confident the combined bomber forces plus the beams from the Iron Fist and Abydos would be enough to handle the Jagganath. The Abydos was fully capable of handling the Geb by itself, but Harak ordered the Kauket to help in the hope of minimizing the damage that the Abydos would sustain.
Harak glanced at his timer and the latest data from Kraken. The situation at the assembly plant was progressing as Kraken had predicted, he estimated that he could hold for six minutes, then he would have to withdraw back to the defenses at Zeta Prime. Harak was confident that they could take down the Jagganath in time, but also nervous that they might not manage it. He knew how situations on the battlefield could shift in the blink of an eye, in the next few seconds the tables might be turned on Kraken and he would have to withdraw at once, thus denying any possibility of Harak's forces staying to finish the Jagganath. In any case, even if Harak's forces had to abort their attack, they would have mauled the Jagganath badly enough to prevent it from being usable any time soon.
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PeachE, 05-30-2000 01:03 AM
GTVID Reaper
Outer Vega
Admirals Log
Yesterday, a Deimos class Corvette entered the area, right in the middle of the blockade. Apparently, the commander, one Captain Bethany Frost, has requested a stay over until repairs on her ship are complete. Admiral Pretala has generously offered those supplies as well as a position in the fleet, which at this point, I would be foolish to object to. Another ship is more than welcome and I have sent appropriate communications expressing said feelings.
This new addition will be added to Pretala's battle group. For the time being, she will be taking up position at the rear of the blockade... that is, until repairs on the ship are complete. Apparently, all arrangements were made earlier today at a meeting. With both Admiral Pretala and Commander Garret Falstaff present, I can only assume this has something to do with GTVI.
Those new Shivan ships, as devestating as they are, seem to have come to be our savior in some ironic twist. Because of the new threat, we have managed to convince both GTVA and GTVI that additional supplies and personnel are indeed needed at the Vega/Beta Aquilae jump node. Thankfully though, this fleet of new Shivans has not turned this way. Recon indicates that they did indeed return to the Capella jump node. Due to classification beyond their level of clearance however, GTVA Command has not been informed of this...[Kohler manages a chuckle at that last remark] I'll be damned if I'm going to lose any leverage I have for getting new supplies.
The first of the transports came through from Beta Aquilae early this morning with supplies and some more personnel. Most of these new officers were Engineering staff or constructors to help with repairs. Even with these new parts and men, I do not believe my ships will have reached even normal status in time for the next engagement. We need quite some time before we can reach full power, but if recent Intelligence reports are any indication, Fate has not yet seen fit to smile upon us.
The latest news from our friends in black has the Shivans building up a massive force to make a run on this node within 72 hours time. Pretala seems to think that while a full run by the Shivans would crush our blockade, an offensive maneuver by our fleet might make the difference necessary to hold this node. He seems sure that we can pull it off...
In spite of Pretala's apparent hope for this campaign, I cannot help but feel that we are once again fighting a losing game with the Shivans. The ambush at Vega IV has left my ships practically useless, and my mens' morale has sunk to a new low. My own hope for this campaign has even begun to dim with the loss of the Rimmon and Denise.....
Computer, End Log.
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Kellan, 05-30-2000 04:00 PM
Vega/Beta Aquilae
GTCv Brazen
As the Brazen manoeuvred into position in the blockade force, Rayner looked out of the window. With a start, he called out loudly on the bridge.
“Hey Captain, isn’t that the Phobos?” There was a general murmur on the bridge, and several people headed for the window to take a look. The Phobos had been one of the other corvettes in the Brazen’s group at the GTVI blockade, and there she was, large as life. Frost stood and looked out of the window herself, seeing the form of the Deimos corvette on the port side of the Brazen.
“Well I’ll be damned,” she exclaimed. “Rayner, put me through to the Phobos.” Rayner complied quickly.
"Captain Falstaff, I see you managed to get out as well. In a little better shape than my vessel, it would appear." She looked around at the sorry sight of the bridge. On every console damaged status lights glowed red.
"Yes," he replied, "it was luck more than anything."
Then she asked "Have you seen any other vessels from the blockade?"
"None,” he replied, gravely. “I think that the Brazen and the Phobos are the only survivors of the Capella blockade." A lump formed in Frost’s throat. She had lost some good friends on board the blockade vessels. Tens, maybe hundreds of thousands must have died there.
A loud cracking sound erupted from the rear of the bridge. “Damn!” shouted Richards. “Sensors just blew.” Frost decided to cut the conversation with her old friend short.
"My ship is falling apart around me. Pretala has promised some much needed repairs and has requested that I meet him aboard the Desdemona. He’s sending a transport for me now. I might need some backup on this, and if the Admiral would permit it, I would like you there for some support. I don’t suspect he’s very happy to see another reminder of the reason the Shivans are back." The communications channel stayed open for a few minutes. After that Frost received her affirmative from Falstaff. The she cut the channel. Reminiscing could wait for later. Right now there were more pressing matters.
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2 Hours later
GTVIJ Desdemona
Just a few scant hours after entering the GTVA blockade zone Frost found herself on board the GTVIJ Desdemona, being led through it’s dark metallic corridors by a pair of guards. She felt a little nervous at meeting the Admiral, but at least Garret would be there. She hoped. Indeed, as she rounded the corner to face the double doors of the meeting room, there stood Falstaff. He looked very much like she’d remembered – dark hair, and piercing green eyes. “Thanks for coming,” she said to him quietly as she neared him. Falstaff just nodded and walked into the room with Frost.
The Desdemona’s meeting room was Spartan and harshly lit by bright white lights. Pretala stood at the end of a table. He was dressed in a dark uniform. Frost couldn’t tell if it was the light that had washed his face of colour or not. Still, according to some of the transport crew, she looked as though she had ‘been through Hell’. Both Frost and Falstaff saluted. Frost knew they were at the disadvantage here.
The Admiral motioned for them to be at ease, and to sit. Both of the commanders did so quickly. There was a long pause as Pretala paced the room, his boots knocking against the floor.
“Welcome to the GTVIJ Desdemona,” Pretala said, slowly and clearly, “currently the flagship of the GTVI Second Fleet.”
“Second Fleet?” Frost said with confusion. “I didn’t know there was a second GTVI group.”
“It was classified heavily,” Garret cut in. “Only the higher-ups knew it ever existed. We here at the blockade only found out a couple of days ago when the Desdemona showed up at our doorstep.”
Light dawned on Frost. “Are you with the GTVI then, Sir?” she asked the Admiral.
“I am,” Pretala replied, “and in fact I was one of the Admirals who helped decide to open the Capella Node. Of course no one else but you two in this room know that - and until this mess is over I want it kept that way. When it opened I was overseeing the construction of this very ship not far from the GTVI First Fleet."
Frost only now noticed the GTVI Emblem on Pretala's black uniform. She didn’t know why she hadn’t noticed it before. She also noticed the numerous medals on the Admiral's uniform for campaigns, some of which she had never heard of. Probably covert operations.
"I still don't know much about you though Frost," Pretala continued.
"I know her sir," Garret replied, "she was the Executive Officer onboard the Brazen and a fine officer. I believe she would be perfect to continue commanding the Brazen after it's repaired." Frost was thankful for his help in this meeting. Garret seemed better known to the Admiral than herself.
The Admiral drew a deep breath. "I'm hardly in a position to disagree considering the losses we've had in manpower around here. Frost; consider yourself officially promoted to Captain. If Admiral Kohler agrees with me then you will be a part of the Desdemona's fleet under my command. However Kohler might need another ship to aid his forces. If he does I'll transfer you to his command."
"If I may ask sir," Frost said to Pretala, "what is the current situation in Vega? We've been out of touch for quite some time." Frost was anxious to hear of any Shivan advances or GTVA losses.
"Basically we are in very deep trouble out here," Pretala said. Frost noticed him grimace. "We have been hit by multiple raids by Shivans at this blockade and lost a few ships in the process. To make matters worse, new types of Shivan ships have been spotted and a massive fleet is preparing to overrun our node at any time. To put it simply, we are necks deep in hot water. I also just learned that a Shivan Juggernaut managed to slip out of the Vega system. We can't afford to let anymore through no matter what the cost. I'll have Captain Robertson show you full reports to get you up to speed. "
Frost looked up at the mention of Captain Robertson, "Excuse me sir, but would that be Captain Jim Robertson from GTVI HQ?"
"Well he used to be," Pretala said, "he was in charge of the GTD Draconis Star for a while before he was transferred to the Desdemona. Do you know him?"
"Yes sir, I met him at Ikeya before the GTVI Fleet shipped out." She remembered the man quite well.
"I see. Hold on a moment," Pretala tapped a key to activate the comm., "Jim? Would you come in here for a moment?"
The door slid open a moment later and Captain Robertson stepped in. He stopped at the sight of Frost and smiled.
"Frost? Bethany Frost?" Robertson said, with a definite note of surprise, "I heard we picked up another ship from the Capella Reopening but I had no idea it was you."
"Good to see you again Captain," Frost said standing up to shake his hand, a smile lighting her face as she moved towards him.
Admiral Pretala stopped them with a word before they shook hands. "The pleasantries can wait until later," Pretala said, slightly harshly. "For now, Captain Frost will need a full update on the situation here. Please see to it that she gets the information as soon as possible. That is all people, dismissed."
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“I’m sorry to hear that Forrester is dead, Beth,” Robertson said quietly as the walked along another corridor.
“Yes,” she replied. He was a good captain. “I’m afraid that he caught one of the ceiling beams when it came down.” Robertson winced. The he noticed that Frost’s eyes were watering slightly. They walked into the computer database room as he turned to her in the doorway.
“What’s wrong, Bethany?”
“I’m sorry,” Frost said, her words catching in her throat as she spoke. “It’s just all this talk of death…it reminds me…”
“Reminds you of what?” Robertson questioned, but carefully. He didn’t want to upset her any more than she already was.
“It reminds me…that Daniel is dead.” Robertson started at the news. He had only met the Brazen’s chief gunnery officer once, but he knew that Daniel was Bethany’s brother.
“God, I’m so sorry.” Robertson genuinely pitied the woman. As she sobbed, he tried to comfort her as best he could.
Some time later Frost had regained her composure. Robertson handed her a selection of small data pads and disks. “Here you are,” he said. “These contain all the information on the state of the War so far and the new GTVA and Shivan ship classes. You’ll probably need them.”
“New Shivan ship classes?” Frost asked, looking up.
“Yes,” was Robertson’s short reply. “Don’t worry about them for now though – go back to your ship and get some rest. Besides, don’t you want to oversee the repairs?”
It was only now that Frost realised how tired she really was. She rubbed her eyes. “Perhaps I should get some rest,” she said, slowly, stifling a yawn.
“Okay then, I won’t keep you. We can catch up once you’re back on your feet. I’ll escort you to the hangar bay.” Frost walked in silence, her disks tucked under her arm. Robertson accompanied her, also in silence.
As her transport blasted off, Robertson watched her and the blue engine flares go.
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HeX, 05-30-2000 06:52 PM
GTVIJ Desdemona
Outer Vega
Pretala sat in his personal office staring at the images that danced across his computer screen. The room was dark, lit only by the stars and drive flares beyond the huge view port. On the screen the personal files of every GTVI member scrolled past. Pretala picked one and read its contents. He stared at the frowning face of Admiral Morgan Hallwood, the man commanding the obliterated GTVI First Fleet. The Admiral's command ship had been the first one to go down when the Shvans tore into the fleet at the Capella Node. Pretala narrowed his search to the names of the commanders under Hallwood until he came to one Captain Forrester of the GTCv Brazen. Pretala shook his head, Forrester had been a good man and a fine Captain. Pretala tuned his search to the subordinates under Morgan's command and found her, Bethany Frost. He noted that her file had been updated with her new rank and command position. He scrolled through her background information that had changed considerably since the last time Pretala had looked all those years ago. Garret had been right, Frost was an excellent officer with a practically spotless record. She had even been reviewed for promotion several times but small things always got in the way such as a lack of command opening. Pretala then glanced at the personal information gathered by GTVI on her. He chuckled when he came across one entry and suddenly Captain Robertson's reaction at her presence seemed more justifiable. It seemed the two had been romantically involved for a while well Robertson had been the Captain of the Draconis Star.
Pretala closed the file and then turned his attention to a more serious matter. He tapped several keys and brought up the report that had been delivered to him a few minutes earlier. It detailed the Shivan fleet massing to attack the Beta Aquilae system. The bombers had done a good job but at the cost of 14 wings of ships along with top notch pilots. The bombers had taken down Two Ravanas, 5 Cains and 2 Molochs. They had also disarmed one of the Juggernauts, rendering it's main beams useless. However there was still the second Juggernaut, 2 Ravanas, 2 Demons, 3 Cains and 3 Molochs, a good 11 ships in total. 12 if you counted the disarmed Juggernaut. Not as large a force as before but still enough to do serious damage to the fleets near the node. Pretala sat back in his chair and stared out the view port at the Anatu as it drifted by followed by the GTVID Unrelenting. The only way to keep the damages to a minimal would be to launch the entire fleet in a surprise attack against the Shivan forces. It would leave the node undefended but could save a lot of lives.
Pretala suddenly noticed a Triton Freighter drift by on its way to the Desdemona's main cargo bay. Held in its claws was the massive Upsilon Subspace Bomb. Pretala decided against using it until the situation called for it. The weapon was somewhat unpredictable and could cause damage to other ships in the system or on route to other locations. The Subspace Bomb could destabilize the subspace conduits of other intrasystem jumps in progress or open a portal too close to another ship in real space and innocent GTVA lives could be lost. When it went off, every ship in the system would see its effects. Pretala brought up a classified recording of the device in action as it was tested in the Wolf 359 system. He watched the drone freighter in the recording enter subspace with the first test device. Moments later dozens of jump portals opened and collapsed rapidly around the system as the fabric subspace was torn apart by the bombs unique blast. For a moment all was quiet and then a portal opened where the freighter had departed and released a tremendous blast of bluish energy. The energy spat the debris from the drone freighter into real space and then collapsed. Subspace eventually returned to normal after the bomb completed its detonation but elsewhere in the system an entire cruiser had been heavily damaged by the surging blasts of anti-subspace energy before being spat from subspace halfway to its destination. Pretala closed the recording file and clasped his hands before his face. He could destroy a fleet of Juggernauts on its way to the Beta Aquilae node with one blast saving countless millions. At the same time he could kill or injure hundreds of GTVA officers in the same blast. Pretala had full authorization to use one of the devices and he hoped to god he wouldn't have to. The thought of so much destruction all at once was a bit overwhelming. This must have been how the people who made it out of Capella must have felt when the star went Nova, Pretala thought, So much death and destruction in such a short time, it's almost unthinkable. Pretala knew that if it became desperate he would have no choice but to detonate the device. He hoped that day would never come.
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Velocity7, 05-30-2000 08:48 PM
5/30/2384
GTC Redway
Capella Nebula
"What is it?" Velocity 7 perked up to the hologram that appeared in front of him.
"We've got a report back from the 12th Battle Group at the Deneb/Vega jump node," the figure answered, "and a Sathanas has shown up."
"Damn."
"More bad news. It seems it jumped out, and it could be anywhere in the system. More information coming soon. Oh, by the way, Command has authorized your prescence here in Vega. Good luck, you'll need it."
Not exactly what I had in mind, he thought.
Velocity 7 made his way to the bridge to announce his new orders to the crew:
"We're not making supply raids anymore. After the incident I've been told about back at the Deneb/Vega jump node, we're going to start attack runs on Sathanas juggernauts."
A long moment of commotion gathered across the group in the brig, then Velocity 7 continued:
"We will also, hey you, young man, pay attention. Ahem, as I was saying, we will also begin raids on more of the Shivan Comm Nodes that have been lying around here in Capella. If they continue to send transmissions, we could have reinforcements at us very soon."
"Commander," one officer jumped up, "what about the weapons we have? And the armor? I don't think it'll be strong enough to take on a juggernaut, it'll be like suicide."
"I know it's suicide, but we have to try. If we can hold off the forces long enough for the GTVA to get a destroyer to close down the node, we'll return back to Vega, hopefully in one piece."
Velocity 7 waited a long moment, then realized that the crew wanted something more.
"Ahem, I'm also planning battle strategies. Captain B'tok is preparing about some 5 wings of bombers, while we rendezvous back with the GTD Trident at the Vega/Capella node to get some 10 more wings to attack a Sathanas. While the wings keep it busy, the cruisers and the GTD Trident will come in and fire all the weapons they have in the order: Weapons, Communications, Sensors, and Engines. Once these have been taken out, there should be no problem finishing off the juggernaut. But the cruisers will only come in as soon as the fighter escort is gone and about 50% of the turrets are gone."
Most of the crew finally nodded their heads and returned to their posts. Velocity 7, on the other hand, kept praying to god that he would live through the chaos that he was to encounter very, very soon.
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Yeah, the posts just keep getting longer. Enough for tonight, toodles.
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Back again.
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Eishtmo, 05-30-2000 11:19 PM
System of a Thousand Jump Nodes/Formatia (Cassiopeia 528) Jump Nodes - GTC Horan
"Sir we are in postion for jump," Sandra said.
"Very well," Ripper said. "Let's see if Marcuson's patch job worked. Helm, engage subspace drives."
"Aye sir," the Helmsman said.
The Horan learched forward as the subspace vortex opened. The Horan, with Omegas still strapped to it's side, slowly began moving through the vortex. Suddenly, an explosion enveloped the rear section of the Horan. A piece of the hull the size of a small car broke off and floated away from the ship. The Horan completed the jump, it's aft section burning.
"What the hell was that?" Ripper yelled as the ship shook violently.
"We've lost partial power," Thomas said. "We have multiple hull breaches in the aft section. Evacuating those decks now."
Ripper slammed down on the intercomm system. "Marcuson, what the hell happened?"
"The intersystem drive exploded just after we had finished the jump procedure," Marcuson yelled. Screams and sirens could be heard echoing in the background. "We lost half of one of the coils!"
"Can we drop back out of subspace?" Ripper demanded.
"I think so," Marcuson yelled back. "But to be sure, you should probably use Omega's systems to get us out of the node!"
"Copy that," Ripper yelled. "Su'mit, you hear all that?"
"I did," Su'mit's translated voice said calmly. "We are powering up our systems now, when we reach Formatia, we will be ready."
"Good," Ripper turned to Thomas. "Send repair teams to the aft section. Seal those hull breaches!"
"Aye sir," Thomas said.
The flaming Horan moved quickly through subspace. Soon, the flames began to calm down. Light debris contiuned to pour out of the hull. Flakes of insulation and hull plating slowly stopped. Soon the pair of ships reached the end of the node, and slipped out of subspace.
Ma'thon looked outside and smiled. Infront of them, the blue light of one of Formatia's planets poured in. The bridge crew of the Horan stared out in wonder at the sight. Ma'thon took a deep breath. "Now, I am home," he said with pride.
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System of a Thousand Jump Nodes - VAD Axion
"Sir, I've picked up an explosion," Pareen said.
"An explosion?" Barry said. "It wasn't the Horan was it?"
"No sir," Pareen replied. "It was much smaller, but I have pinpointed it's postion."
"Transfer that data to the helm," Barry ordered. "Helm, set course for that explosion immediatly."
"Aye sir," the Helmsman said.
The XO looked at Barry. "Sir, wouldn't it be easier to send fighters to investigate?"
"If the Horan is damaged, we must reach them quickly," Barry replied. "Besides, this may be our last chance to catch up to them."
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PeachE, 05-31-2000 12:24 AM
Today had proven a slow move from one repair to another. The Reaper was finally in top condition, but some of the other ships would still take plenty of time, time Kohler was sure his fleet did not have. But as the day had gone without incident, and the repairs of his other ships were going smoothly, Kohler took time to go through some of the Personnel Files on board, reviewing the records of some of his commanders. The screen in front of Kohler flickered waiting for his authorization.
ACCESS TO PERSONNEL RECORDS... GRANTED
GTVA PERSONNEL LOADING... SEARCH COMPLETE
Name: Denise White
Rank: Commander
Status: DECEASED
Last Post: GTC Rimmon
CHARGES:
* All Charges Dismissed
SPECIAL ENTRIES:
* Former Rebel
* Known Contacts: Nicholas Kohler, Pehace Daniels
GTVA PERSONNEL LOADING... SEARCH COMPLETE
Name: Pehace Daniels
Rank: Lt Commander
Status: DECEASED
Last Post: Talnia Headquarters - Brig
CHARGES:
* Treason
* Murder
* Espionage
* Destruction of GTVA Property
* Conduct Unbecoming
SPECIAL ENTRIES:
* Known Contacts: Denise White, Nicholas Kohler
GTVA PERSONNEL LOADING... SEARCH COMPLETE
Name: Nicholas Kohler
Rank: Admiral
Status: Alive
Description:
* Height: 1.93 M
* Weight: 67 Kg
* Age: 51
* Eyes: Blue
* Hair: Black
* Other: Known to wear a mustache and goatee
Current Post: GTVID Reaper
CHARGES:
* All Charges Pending
SPECIAL ENTRIES:
* Specialties include War Tactics, Extreme Situations and Hostile Encounters
* Former Rebel
* Leader of TMB Rebellion
* Known Contacts (Incomplete): Denise White, Pehace Daniels
CLOSING PERSONNEL FILES...
And that was how it had all started: a promising Commander, an unusually passionate Lt. Commander, and a knowledgable Admiral with many contacts. That had been the TMB. Looking back, Kohler now realized that they had been wrong. However, in the face of the current enemy, twenty-twenty hindsight was very convenient for this.
Kohler read over those words until he fell asleep, "All Charges Pending." He knew what was to happen. It had happened before. Should any of them make it out of this new war alive, his officers would more than likely be demoted and officially reenstated into the GTVA for their heroic actions.
However, the War Crimes Tribunal would not be so lenient with an Admiral, much less one who had initiated an enemy rebellion. No, they would make an example out of him. Of course, because of his heroic actions during the Shivan encounter, they couldn't execute him. No, they would try him, strip him of his rank, break him down to civilian and leave him on a rock like Vega II, a livable but relatively boring environment. There, he would spend the rest of his days, watching the GTVA ships fly by, knowing he would never again have one.
Not exactly a warm and fuzzy bedtime story. But such is the nature of rebellion and war. Such was the path Kohler had chosen to lead. No, not a very good bedtime story at all... but Kohler was asleep nonetheless.
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Ice Heart, 05-31-2000 01:28 AM
GTCv Phobos
Outer Vega
Garrett was 'playing games' as he called it. He was at his console on the bridge running strategy simulations, a thing which had been a past time for him during his GTVI training, a thing which had proven to be a useful skill. There were sims for commanders of single vessels, but Garrett had a copy of an Admiralty-level sim, something that was well beyond his clearance and would bring serious penalties if he was ever found to have it. He felt it was worth the risk, believing that playing the sim helped him understand better the moves that Command made with its vessels.
His normally cold face was made even harsher by the frown that darkened his features. It doesn't matter how I flip the variables for Defender or Aggressor Force, within reason of course, the result is the same...Aggressor Force victory. 'Aggressor Force' was the Shivan force that they faced. Though a massive bomber attack had weakened it, it was still substantial force and would do serious damage to the fleet. The sim had kicked out one Defender Force victory, but the only ship left standing had been the Desdemona and at the end of the sim, she was barely hanging on anyways. A Phyrric Victory was not really a victory, more of a heavy casualty draw.
He sat back contemplating the results for a bit, then an idea formed and he played with it for awhile. It was bold almost to rashness, but it might work. He played with the idea of a concentrated surprise hit-and-run attack by at least half the fleet on the gathered Shivans, then the survivors of the attack gathered with the rest of the fleet. The results showed a fair number of casualties, but almost all the fleet's ships intact if the best possible outcome happened. Garrett smiled at the results each time he tweeked the variables. This could work!
He thought about contacting Pretala with his idea, but decided against it. Pretala had better sims and actual advisory staffs, it was doubtless they had come up with the idea and Garrett doubted the last thing the Admiral needed was the captain of a tiny corvette presenting this idea...besides, how would he explain where it had come from without revealing his sim access?
He considered contacting Kohler with the idea but dismissed it for the same reasons as not contacting Pretala. He wanted to contact Frost with the idea and nearly did so, knowing that having a good overview of the big picture improved the chance of the little players in the picture surviving. Frost was a good friend, one of the few that Falstaff let see the warmer side that he kept hidden under his cold exterior. He perhaps should have been more talkative to her when they had went to see the Admiral, but he felt that to do so in the corridors of the Desdemona would have been out of place. Of course, that hadn't stopped Robertson, but that was an entirely different matter. He was not certain, but he thought that perhaps she and Robertson had become romantically involved at one point. He allowed himself another smile at that, Robertson was a good officer and the two seemed to be fit for one another; though Garrett doubted his judgment in that regard considering his lack of experience in such matters. Enough! Save the reminicing and small talk for a less urgent time when we haven't as much to do. With that bit of mental scolding, Garrett returned to the sim, trying to achieve the best possible outcome for the Defender Force...
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Kellan, 05-31-2000 03:32 PM
Zeta System
NHD Abydos
With both the Abydos and the Geb unable to do damage to each other with beam weapons as they were both disarmed on their facing sides, a tremendous fighter and bomber furrball had broken out between the flanks of the massive destroyers. In the few kilometres that separated the duelling capital ships, whole wings of fighters and bombers were wiped out by one another as each side strove for supremacy. If they could get a clear run on the opposing destroyer’s flank unopposed, havoc could be wreaked. This was why scores of fighter pilots sacrificed their lives bravely to prevent the Pretender forces from ever reaching the Abydos.
Ryksos watched the entire spectacle unfold from on board the bridge, watching the fighter and bomber camera monitors seemingly dispassionately. Here a lone fighter chased down half a dozen bombs bound for the hull breach in the Abydos’ side, shooting them down, one by one, until only two remained. The heavily damaged fighter manoeuvred in front of the bombs and took the hits itself, the vessel exploding into a thousand shards. There, a small group of fighters and bombers from the 74th Lazarus squadron, one of the best on board the Abydos drove deep into the Pretender lines, their wedge formation cutting through enemy fighters. A few bombs impacted the Geb’s hull, and Ryksos felt a brief surge of satisfaction. However, that quickly faded. Each and every one of the screens of the small group turned to banded static, one by one, only to be replaced by ranks more fighter screens moments later. Ryksos was proud of the heroic actions of his pilots, but at the same time horrified by the casualties.
Over to the left of his vision, Ryksos saw the blinding light of a reactor meltdown. He turned, shielding his eyes. Once it was safe to look, he realised that the NHD Isdes was gone, presumably no more than chunks of free-floating debris now. Now he saw the Kauket turning, moving towards the Abydos and the Geb. Presumably Chontamentet had seen fit to assign the Kauket to defending the Abydos, though it was perfectly capable of handling itself. On the other hand, the Jagganath was almost undefended now. Another pair of beams lashed out from the right hand side of the Abydos, vaporising more hull plating around the hole in the Jagganath’s hull, as well as several unfortunate fightercraft. Ryksos hoped that they were all the Pretender’s.
Bombs steamed into the Jagganath’s hull; a critical failure could only be mere minutes away. However, the destruction was not happening quickly enough. If it were not destroyed soon, the Jagganath would benefit from the protection of the rest of the Pretender’s forces. Ryksos ordered the few bomber wings from the Abydos participating in the attack – most were helping to fend off the Geb – to redouble their efforts. It was then that a pair of beams from the Kauket lanced into the hull of the Geb, just behind the stubby neck of the vessel. By luck or judgement, they hit in almost exactly the same area. Ryksos thought of a tactic that he could use against the Geb, and the Kauket had just made it possible.
“Gunnery, when we are next able to fire with our right beam cannons, fire them. Helm, on that signal, you are to turn the Abydos so that the Jagganath is in the forward beam cannons’ fire arcs. Fire when ready with the forward beams at the Jagganath and the rear beams at the Geb. Target the area damaged by the Kauket if possible. Communication, order our fighters to keep their distance from the Abydos as she turns.” Ryksos reeled off the list of commands with consummate ease. It was a risky manoeuvre, as it would change the battle around the Abydos’ flank, but if it worked it would speed the destruction of the Jagganath and get the Geb off of his back for a while.
Twin beam cannons lashed out at the Jagganath once again, and at the same time the vessel lurched sideways as it turned. As it did so Loyalist fighters and bombers scattered and boosted away from the hull of the destroyer, but the surprised Pretender forces were crushed against the hull. Ryksos counted more than a dozen red blips vanish from the radar with satisfaction.
With a mighty rumble the frontal and rear beam cannons powered up and fired in union. Both frontal beams struck the Jagganath, gouging deep into the hole, the raw energy chewing through decks and armour. One of the rear beams went wide, but the second punched into the Geb’s hull just above where the Kauket had scored hits previously. This was too much for the Geb’s plating, which buckled inwards. A yawning breach appeared in the vessel, and as it turned away atmosphere and debris stream out of the hole. Ryksos reminded himself to commend the gunnery crew for their excellent work throughout the battle.
A shout went up from the front of the bridge, the crew there pointing at the Jagganath. Ryksos span quickly, to see the growing glow of multiple explosions pushing up through the hole in the destroyer, glowing red. Explosions from within punctured the destroyer’s skin. Geysers of fiery atmosphere spouted out of the vessel, highlighting the fleeing fighters and bombers as they attempted to escape the Jagganath’s death throes. Some were annihilated in the explosions, the Jagganath’s name of death wind given meaning. Then the destroyer was torn apart in a massive fireball, shockwaves reaching out for kilometres. The docking collars disintegrated; a sad but necessary loss. Chunks of debris spun outward. Most flew into open space, but one struck the Kauket’s rear section and another one of the Kauket’s escort corvettes.
Ryksos smiled with satisfaction. Mission accomplished.
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Eishtmo, 05-31-2000 08:50 PM
Formatia (Cassiopiea 528) System - GTC Horan
TO: Ma'thon Eng'a
FROM: "The Eishtmo" Quinn Lazerus
SUBJECT: To be viewed upon reaching Formatia
If you're viewing this Ma'thon, it means you have finally reached Formatia. I know you wanted to stay here when we left, and I'm sorry I couldn't allow you to. Now that you're home, I hope you can forgive me for it. The colony should still be there when you get there, so live in peace. Make sure you deactivated the explosives, or your stay won't be long.
Now, down to business. By viewing this, it means that the Shivans have returned. You must now learn one of my greatest secrets, one I couldn't even tell you. Go to Quator, and look for a gravity discrepency along the surface. There should be a large crater there, one big enough for a ship to travel through. Take whatever ship you have in there, and all will be revealed.
I still hold other secrets from you, locked away on this disk. To access it, you must input one of the first words the crew of your ship will say when they enter the crater. I'm sure you already know what it is, but listen just to be sure. Good luck to you Ma'thon, and thank you for everything.
END OF MESSAGE
"What did he mean by 'you already know?'" Su'mit asked.
"That will have to wait," Ma'thon said. "We must go to Quator as soon as possible."
"That's not a problem," Ripper said. "We just need to know where it is."
Ma'thon smiled. He tapped the control panel for the terminal. An image of the blue world they had first seen appeared, along with three white balls. "Quator is one of the three moons of the world the Eishtmo called Terraforma. It is the third planet from the star."
"Alright," Ripper said. He turned to Thomas. "Go have Sandra plot us a route to that moon. Also, have Jaminison look for a gravity discrepancy on the moon's surface."
"Aye sir," Thomas said. He hurried out to complete his orders.
"Well, that's settled," Ripper said. "Now, should we make a detour to drop you off at that colony?"
"It would be pointless," Ma'thon said. "Before we left, we set explosives under the colony buildings. They were set to go off if we did not return after two years." He turned to Ripper. "My home has been destroyed for several months."
"I'm sorry," Ripper said.
"That is alright," Ma'thon said. "Our mission is far more important than my personal needs."
"I suppose," Ripper said.
"Captian," Su'mit said. "I believe it would be wise to seperate Omega from the Horan for this leg of the journey."
Ripper nodded.
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Formatia System, Moon Quator - GTC Horan
The Horan and her lone escort slowly moved out of the shadow of the Quator's own moon, called Orbis. Below them, a black crater dominated the landscape.
"That's it sir," Jaminison said. "The gravitational discrepancy is centered here."
"Alright then," said Ripper. "Let's go in."
The Horan slowly made it's way into the hole. Omega stayed behind, ready to come to the rescue, or head for the hills, whichever was necessary. The Horan contiuned on. The moon's gravity failed to affect the ship as it moved forward. The blackness of the hole absorbed the ship.
"Sir, there's something large right in front of us," Jaminison yelled.
"All stop," Ripper said. He looked out the main screen only to see black. "Okay, why am I not seeing anything?"
"Sensors usually make an artificial light," Jaminison said. "Unfortuantly, that part isn't working, sir."
Ripper rolled his eyes. "Great," he said. He turned to Thomas. "Turn on the flood lights."
"Some of them aren't quite working sir," Thomas said.
"Just turn them on," Ripper whined.
"Yes sir," Thomas said.
The Horan's floodlights lit up. Some exploded shortly afterwords, while others simply failed to light. But enough of them worked to reveal a sight none of the crew of the Horan would ever forget.
Ripper's jaw fell to the floor, along with everyone elses. His mouth felt dry as he tried to speak. Finally he managed to spit out the words, the words the Eishtmo had predicted so long ago.
"My god," he said. "It's the Victorious!"
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Ice Heart, 05-31-2000 11:03 PM
Zeta System
NHD Iron Fist
Harak watched with approval as the Abydos pulled off the maneuver. It was risky, but effective. He had dealt a great amount to damage to the Geb in a very short amount of time, and managed to fire on the Jagganath again at the same time. There was now a large breach in the Geb's hull which the commander of the ship could not ignore. He began to turn the vessel to hide the breach from the Abydos.
Then, a moment later, it finally happened. The twin beams from the Abydos had found their mark within the Jagganath. Multiple explosions pushed up through the hole in the destroyer while internal explosions punched new holes in the destroyer's hull. Fire spouted from the vessel as fighters and bombers, Pretender and Loyalist alike, turned to flee rather than fight. The superdestroyer finally exploded in a huge fireball, the shockwave reaching out and rattling even the dense destroyers. The construction collar was gone, part of the spreading debris from the Jagganath's death. Most of the debris went wide, but a chunk found one of the Kauket's corvette escorts, and another chunk found the Kauket itself.
Harak frowned as he viewed the damage reports from the two vessels. The corvette had lost most of its port side weaponry, but was still fully functional aside from that. He noted a wing of Pretender bombers moving in on that side, apparently aware of the situation. Harak ordered the ship to pull out to Zeta Prime at once, the main objective was accomplished, no need for Sobek to stay when it was so easy a target. The Kauket was a more troubling matter. The chunk of Jagganath debris had struck the hole where the port engine had once been, tearing deep and damaging the subspace drive. The Kauket's captain reported he could have it back online in ten minutes. They had four minutes, maybe less, Kraken indicated his diversionary force would soon have to withdraw. Harak immediately ordered his ships to concentrate around the Kauket for protection. The cruisers and the remaining corvette would be there in a mere minute or two, but the lumbering Abydos and Iron Fist would take longer, likely too long. Harak had to try though.
It was then that Kraken brought bad news from the diversionary attack. One of the enemy destroyers had made a micro-subspace jump to end up on the rear left flank of the Anubis and its forces. With that threat looming from the rear, Kraken had no choice but to retreat ASAP. Harak would not order him to stay longer, that could well end up costing him the entire diversionary attack. When the Anubis withdrew, communications from the Pretender shipyard were no longer jammed and reached the forces that had been at battle with Kraken.
A moment later, the NHD Behedti, NHD Ennead, NHD Imhotep and a number of cruisers returned. Harak was pleased to note that there were two less cruisers than had initially attacked Kraken, and to see that all three destroyers bore some damage. Kraken had done well, just because his was a diversionary attack did not mean that he couldn't take as much of the enemy with him as possible.
Unfortunately, it appeared that all three destroyers were well aware of the Kauket's weakened state. They powered their forward beams and fired in unison, five of the six beams from the close formation of three destroyers hit the Kauket. Another salvo of two beams came from the Imhotep's right side, which was able to target the Kauket with them as well. As swarms of fighters and bombers either launched from the destroyers or entered via subspace, Harak knew they were outnumbered and the Kauket finished.
Apparently the Kauket's captain knew this as well, a moment later the face of Captain Ka'thon, commanding officer of the Kauket, appeared on Harak's commscreen. "Sir, we've sustained heavy damage from the concentrated beam salvo, we project that most of the bombs from the Pretender's bombers will impact our hull. We are launching escape pods now, I am ordering my fighter and bomber wings to depart as soon as the pods are safely away."
Harak knew Ka'thon would not be on those pods, he knew also the unspoken message in the communication. Ka'thon wanted Harak and the rest of the force to leave at once when the pods were gone, he realized that staying longer would do nothing. Harak merely confirmed Ka'thon's spoken intentions and by doing so, confirmed he would leave once the pods were away.
Harak ordered all fighter and bomber wings to guard the pods as well as the cruisers and corvette. The Iron Fist and Abydos fired on the three destroyers, doing their best to draw fire away from the Kauket. Harak was proud at least that every one of the pods made it out, not a one was lost. With the departure of the pods, the fighters and bombers departed. Once they were gone, the cruisers and the corvette departed. Finally, reluctantly, the Iron Fist and the Abydos departed, leaving the Kauket to fight the three Pretender destroyers.
The battle was short, the Kauket died quickly, but not before killing a Pretender corvette and puncturing the hull of the NHD Imhotep in several places.
Back in orbit above Zeta Prime, Harak felt none of the cheer that the rest of the fleet felt at their accomplishment of destroying the Jagganath. He knew he had to sacrifice the Kauket, but that didn't mean he liked the decision.
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Ice Heart, 06-01-2000 08:07 PM
Outer Vega
GTCv Phobos
Garrett was finally satisfied with his simulation results, finally convinced he knew how Pretala would plan the attack and, more importantly to Garrett, where the Phobos would likely be positioned. He finally looked up from the screen and noted some minor differences amongst the crew. Then he glanced at his watch. I've done it again!, he thought. The sims were something that he tended to get sucked into fairly easily, if no one wanted his attention it was entirely possible for him to get lost in them for hours at a time. He had been working with the plan of a preemptive assault for at least three, more likely four hours, during which time the second watch was rotated on deck. He glanced to his left after doing so and observed his Executive Officer, Svetlana Petrov, helping familiarize a crewmember with some of the oddities and, thanks to being a GTVI vessel, enhancements of the Phobos' sensors. Garrett recalled that his original sensor operator had bought it in the Phobos' last engagement. Must be one of the replacements.
Satisfied that the newbie would be able to handle it she stood up and noticed Garrett had finally looked up from the sim. She smiled understandingly at him and inclined her head slightly in a nod, he returned the smile, a silent acknowledgement of his thanks. He was fortunate to have a seasoned XO like her, she performed her tasks quite well and occasionally saved her sometimes easily distracted captain from an embarrasing blunder such as forgetting about the change of watches. She was the only person he dared trust with his secret of the Admiralty level simulation program, she had not broken his confidence because she believed in the insight his 'playing games' gave him.
She moved to attend to another task and Garrett, now having nothing to do, leaned back in his chair and looked out the viewport at the hulk of the Desdemona nearby. As he watched, he saw something curious, a Triton transport with some sort of cargo was entering one of the juggernaut's docking bays. The sensors gave no reading on what the cargo was and it bore a vague resemblance to a meson bomb, but not enough resemblance for it to be a meson bomb. Some new weapon?, he had a few other theories but dropped them, undoubtedly Pretala would reveal whatever it was soon.
With a sigh, he decided to return to the sim, Petrov had taken care of anything he should have done and, though he had been up a good sixteen hours, he was too nervous about the inevitable battle to sleep yet. He had milked all he could out of it and decided, for reasons of mere fun, to insert a juggernaut the likest of which had existed only once before, the NHJ Victorious. The GTVA knew almost nothing about the Victorious' inner workings, but enough had been recorded to give a fair simulation of what it behaved like in battle. Just to prevent the awful casualty figures for Defender Force popping up again, he put the Victorious on that team. We watched as it shattered the Shivan force which logically concentrated fire on it, the greatest threat to them. The Shivans reduced its hull considerably, but it and the other ships utterly annihilated the Shivan force. The only real threats to the Victorious were massed Sathanas, those ships' unbelievably high power beams were the only thing capable of dealing serious damage to the NHOL juggernaut.
Petrov came over just as the one-sided battle was finishing again. She recognized the Victorious' icon on the sim. "So, you really have been playing games, haven't you?" She said in a mock serious tone. None of the bridge crew were near enough to hear, else she wouldn't have done so.
He smiled slightly, Petrov was another of the few who knew he wasn't just a coldly efficient person. "No, mother, I was doing my homework, really." He replied.
She smiled at his retort in lieu of laughter. She knew that he had been working hard during his time on the sim, and this little diversion was entirely understandable. It was of course completely impossible, but the shredding the Victorious gave the Shivans was an enjoyable sight on the sim, far more so than the grim slugging match that the real force figures produced.
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Velocity7, 06-01-2000 08:52 PM
6/1/2384
GTC Redway
Capella Nebula
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"What is it, officer?" Velocity 7 asked.
"2 Sathanas juggernauts coming in."
"Send wings Alpha and Gamma. Beta will come in as soon as the flak turrets are gone," Velocity 7 said, "in the meantime, let's bring our cruiser into firing range and activate that special Shivan beam we have."
"Aye sir," the officer said.
As the Redway and Afyror began their sluggish yet strong movement towards the two massive destroyers, beams charging up could be heard, yet not seen, from the distance. Many started to believe they would die, but as the beams struck the cruisers, it seemed little damage had been taken.
"Damage report," Velocity 7 said.
"The Shivan armor is working good for us," the officer exclaimed, "and only 2% has been taken out from the blast!"
"Good, fire all beams now!" Velocity 7 ordered.
Then it all began--rays of death spitting out into the gases of former GTVA space, wings of fighters screaming across the hull of the destroyers, and scrapes of armor could be barely seen across the Sathanas juggernauts.
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GVC Afyror
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A massive shake could be felt. "What was that?" B'tok asked.
"We have Shivan bombers in our midst," the Vasudan replied.
B'tok's bony face perked up to the screen, to see the Nahemas streaking towards them. "They're not firing bombs, they're kamikazing. Concentrate on them, and tell the Redway to do the same."
"Yes, Captain."
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GTC Redway
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"Sir, we're getting a transmission from the Afyror," the officer yelled out in the battle, "they want us to hit the bombers. They're doing kamikaze attacks on us."
A sudden shake could be heard. "Damn. Well, fire on them anyway. What part did that bomber hit?"
"We've got a breach on deck 17, Commander. Wait, 17's sealed up already? Must be the armor, sir."
"Wow, never knew it could do that. Helm, take evasive action."
"Aye sir."
After many hours of battle, the first Sathanas' rage against the two cruisers finally gave out, and it exploded in a furious amount of shockwaves and fires.
"Good. Let's go onto the next juggernaut."
"Sir, we're receiving a transmission from the Afyror," the officer said.
"Put it through."
An unfamiliar face could be seen on the screen. "Terran, we've taken major damage. We cannot afford to continue this battle. Captain B'tok has passed out, and he's in sigbay. We must retreat."
Velocity 7 thought for a moment. "Okay."
The cruisers and fighters then made their turn and moved back. As the destroyer followed them, the beams shot right into its face.
"They're following us, Commander."
"That's not good. Call the GTD Trident."
"Yes sir."
A communications screen could be seen on the monitor. "What is it?"
"We need backup, one cruiser is severely damaged, and we cannot afford to take more damage."
"We are sending 5 wings of fighters and bombers, and ourselves as well."
"Thanks."
After a few minutes, giant blue portals suddenly appeared, with a Hecate destroyer coming in, making it look like the Battle of Endor.
However, the fighters were not manned--they were kamikaze as well. That was good for the Redway and Afyror, because as they looked back, they could see the fireworks, and pleasure that another juggernaut was taken out.
"GTD Trident," Velocity 7 asked, "what were onboard those kamikaze fighters?"
"Second generation meson warheads.."
"Ouch..." Velocity 7 muttered to himself.
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VR7, 06-01-2000 09:02 PM
Vega System
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Korith could hear a beeping from his sensor monitor in his dark ship. It was the beep of battle, because Shivan activity could be picked up at a location at Vega IV.
"Well, looks like there is a party," he said to himself, "Hopefully they'll accept guests."
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Vega IV
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Shivan transports and cruisers paced around what looked to be a Shivan Comm Node cluster, and many other Shivan fighters went on their own patrol surrounding the cruisers.
Korith, on the other hand, had plans of his own. He made a fast subspatial warp into the supply station, attracting the fighters' attention. They struggled to kill Korith, but the dark fighter had its own power of a 100 fighters. In a streak of light, the fighters were gone.
"Touché," he said, grinning.
The cruisers and transports were angered by the loss of many Shivans, so they began their move towards the lone dark figure. Yet still, a streak of light could be seen, and only fire was left of the cruisers.
"This is very entertaining," he thought. Then he picked off another wave of fighters, and another. and another.
"Yes....they do accept the uninvited!" He exposed a cold-blooded smile.
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Eishtmo, 06-01-2000 10:33 PM
Formatia System - Victorious Class Vessel #12
"Alright people, we have 15 minutes, so record everything you can," Lt. Bradley said. "Ch'ie, you're with me."
"As you wish," Ch'ie replied.
The two soldiers made their way down the dark corridor. The only sounds to be heard was their breathing, and the activation of the magnetic boots. The gun lights swung past the walls, the attached cameras recording what could be seen, which wasn't much.
"So how many of these things are there Lieutenant?" Erik asked over the radio.
"The Captian said there were 19," Bradley said. "Only one of them looked like it had been used in the last millennium, though."
"What was that one called," Ch'ie asked.
"Victorious Class Vessel #19," Bradley replied with a chuckle. "Though I think Ma'thon called it the Absolution."
"NHJ Absolution," Ch'ie said aloud. "I do not like the sound of that."
"That's probably because that's not it's name," Bradley said.
"What do you mean sir?" Erik asked.
"Well," Bradley said as he turned a corner. "When I said it during the briefing, Ma'thon practically climbed down my throat. I believe he said that 'it does not have a name designation, and it never will.'"
"Interesting," Ch'ie said.
"Yeah, that's what I said," Bradley said.
"No sir," the Vasudan said. "Look at the writing."
Bradley shined his light on a nearby sign. "Wow," he said. "More of your Eishtmatic language?"
"No," Ch'ie said. "I have no idea what it is."
"Well, make sure you record it," Bradley said. Suddenly he let out a yelp as he tripped over something. "What the hell?"
Ch'ie shined his light on to the object. It was a leg. Attached to it was the partially decayed skeleton of a Vasudan.
"One of your guys, right?" Bradley asked.
"The uniform is not familiar," Ch'ie said. "No, I do not believe he was a Believer."
Bradley leaned over the body. He reached down and brushed off a name tag on the uniform. A quick rub revealed the gold surface with letters carved and highlighted in black. "More of that weird writing," he said. "Are you getting a shot of this?"
"Yes, I am," Ch'ie said.
"Lieutanent," Erik yelled. "You've got to see this!"
"We're on our way," Bradley replied.
The two soldiers ran down the dusty corridors until they came upon the other pair of explorers. Their lights were shined down on yet another body.
Bradley's eyes grew wide at the sight. "Well, now how did he get here?"
"I don't know sir," Erik said. "But his name tag is in the same language as all the signs on the ship."
"Yeah, we found a Vasudan down there," Bradley said. "Any thoughts on how he got here, Ch'ie?"
"No clue," Ch'ie said. "The uniform is the same as the other one. I think we can safely say that this ship was not built by the NHOL."
"Obviously," Bradley said. He took a quick look at his watch. "Alright people, let's go. Make sure you've got a picture of him."
"Yes sir," Erik said.
As the group left, Erik looked back at the body. "I still wonder how a human got way out here."
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Cassiopiea 528 (Formatia) System - VAD Axion
"Cassiopiea 528," the XO said. "That's where we are."
Barry looked at his First Officer. "We are really far out," he said. "We must be halfway across the galaxy."
"Something like that sir," the XO said.
"Sir," Pareen said. "We've picked up a Sathantas entering the system."
"A Sathantas," Barry said with shock. "Which node?"
"The one we came through sir," Pareen replied.
"Damn," Barry said. "They must have followed us. Helm, take us to the dark side of that planet."
"Aye sir," the Helmsman said.
"Keep an eye on that ship," Barry said. "Any luck finding the Horan?"
"Negative sir," Pareen replied.
Barry frowned. "This is all we need," he said quietly. "Let's get ready for combat. Sound General Quaters."
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Enough for tonight, I'm too tired to do much more. Later.
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Did you know there's a 50,000 character limit here? I didn't. Also, the idea for node between two stars came from a vbb poster named Rake and his story, Beyond Laramis. I wonder if he's still around. . .
You must be thinking of someone else, 'cause I never said there was a node between stars. That would put it out in deep space where it's completely useless to everyone in the FS verse. Even if you ignore the in-game speeds, their STL is still worthless in this regard.
I expect you're confusing this other story concept with the ball o' lightning node the Ancients created in BL (called a Subspace Gate). I don't recall if that was artificial, a collapsed node brought back or a different way of stabilizing an existing unstable node, but it certainly wasn't out in deep space. Heck, if anything normal nodes are "between stars" in comparison, as the two BL nodes (the aforementioned Gate and the Knossos Portal, both inside the Gorge), were right next to the Laramis star itself.
And no, I'm not around. :P
Although I am at Spacebattles where you posted just the other day in the last BSG episode thread. I was gonna chime in on that one, but I didn't bother. Cheers.
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Actually, I had a feeling you were still floating around Rake. You know, I'm going off the old thread about the node, so maybe I am mistaken. Or maybe it was an earlier draft or something. Nice hearing from you either way man.
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Ice Heart, 06-02-2000 07:57 PM
NHD Iron Fist
Zeta Prime orbit
Personal Log
Admiral Harak Chontamentet
The Jagganath is no more. The operation to destroy it was costly but successful. With the Jagganath out of the picture, the Pretender is now back on nearly equal footing with our forces. He has a total of four Ramses-class destroyers, the NHDs Imhotep, Geb, Ennead, and Behedti. I have a total of three Ramses, the NHDs Abydos, Anhur, and Heket; plus the Iron Fist and the Anubis. The Pretender lost the NHD Isdes, a modified Typhon, in the battle with the Jagganath. The Loyalist NHD Kauket was destroyed and the NHD Geb defected to the Pretender's forces during our attack on the Jagganath. The Kauket will be sorely missed, but at least we were able to rescue a number of its crew.
The Pretender's corvette count is now greater than our own, he has six modified Sobeks at his disposal while we have only four. As for cruisers, we destroyed a total of three of the Pretender's cruisers in battle. One was the traitorous Urthekau, a modified Aten, plus the NHCs Mert-sekert and Amentet, both modified Mentu-class. This puts the Pretender's cruiser count at five compared to our six.
Our total battle losses were two Mentu cruisers and the Ramses-class destroyer Kauket. The Pretender lost a total of five cruisers, four Mentu and one Aten, one Sobek corvette, the NHD Isdes (Typhon-class) and of course the Jagganath and the fighter construction facility subjected to our diversionary assault. All in all, we did well. Though we outnumber the Pretender slightly in cruisers and destroyers, he outnumbers us in corvettes slightly as well. We kept the Pretender from gaining the advantage of superior numbers, but we haven't superior numbers ourselves. the NHFg Ra, the old salvaged Terran frigate, might make up for the disparity in corvettes, but we still cannot engage and hope to completely annihilate the Pretender's forces in battle without being nearly annihilated ourselves. So, it is back to the stalemate, back to trying to find a crack in the defenses of the other.
Our success in destroying the Jagganath is being billed as a great victory to the Loyalists on the planet below, and a great achievement it was. However, Kraken, Ryksos, myself, and most of the other captains realize that, although a good and badly needed victory it was, it is still not enough. The Pretender's forces are still strong and will not surrender easily.
General Severek brings news both good and bad from the planet. His forces scored several victories against the Pretender's forces but in reprisal for the destruction of their prized superdestroyer, Pretender zealots have launched a series of suicide bombing attacks. The zealots merely walk into a crowded area with high explosives strapped about their chests and set themselves off. Shooting the suicidal zealots does no good as their bombs are rigged with 'dead-hand' detonators. When their hand releases the detonator, the bomb goes off. These attacks have been focused on Loyalist civilian areas and they are seriously affecting our civilian morale. The Jagganath's destruction buys us a little extra time, but not much. I have ordered General Severek's special operations squads to find the source of these zealots and halt it at once before the attacks sway more of our people to the Pretender's side through fear of retribution for their loyalty to our cause.
End Log
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PeachE, 06-02-2000 08:20 PM
GTVID Reaper
Outer Vega
Admiral's Log
With the help of some of the best engineers in the Alliance, repairs on the fleet are far ahead of schedule. All but two ships, the Bellitelli and the Zakar, are in fighting condition and should be back at full status within the day. As for those two remaining ships, the Bellitelli is still trying to finish a retrofit with a new navigational system. And the Zakar still suffers from a downed weapons control. With any luck, those repairs should be finished late tomorrow. Perhaps we do stand a chance against the Shivans after all.
More good news on the Shivan attack. Unexpectedly, it seems that Fate has indeed decided to smile upon us. The seventy-two hours originally predicted by Intelligence have come and gone without incident. Not so much as a fighter has made an attempt on the blockade. However, while this does allow me time to complete repairs, it only makes me more sure that the Shivans are mounting an incredible force to attack this node... The silence before the storm.
"Admiral, transmission from the Desdemona. Pretala says it's urgent."
I'll be right there. Computer, End Log.
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Eishtmo, 06-02-2000 09:40 PM
Project Eishtmo:
Draft Report - 6/02/2384
Author: Captain Todd A. Ripper
Section D: Multiple Victorious Class Vessels
At 2050 hours on 5/31/2384, the GTC Horan entered a 'gravitational discrepeancy' (See Appendix G) around a crater on the second moon of Formatia (Cassiopiea 528) III, aka Quator. The crater turned out to be a large cave entrance, and the gravitational discrepancy allowed the GTC Horan to enter said crater.
Upon entering the crater, the crew of the GTC Horan discovered the exisitance of nineteen (19) vessels similar in design and shape to the Neo-Hammer of Light Juggernaut Victorious. As such, each was given the designation Victorious Class Vessel (VCV) and a number as per postion within the cave.
The nineteen VCV's can be broken down into two groups: the Absoultion and the ones of unknown orgin. I will attempt to describe the unknown VCV's first as they are the most dissimilar from the current stats related to the NHJ Victorious.
The Eighteen (18) VCV's (#1-18) classified as 'unknown' are all nearly identical. Each is approximently twenty (20) kilometers in length, five (5) kilometers in width and four (4) kilometers in hight. Each is made up of an unknown material which initial analysis indicates is very similar to that of the Knossos device (See Appendix H). Data gathered from within VCV #12 reveals that writing similar to text discovered at Ancient dig sites (See Apeendix I). It is my preliminary conclusion that these vessels, as well as perhaps the NHJ Victorious and the Absolution were constructed by the Ancients at some time in the past. Further analysis will be necessary to determine their true orgins.
The 'unknown' VCV's all show signs of extreme age. All but one of the reactors, the one aboard VCV #12, have ceased to function. Air on board VCV #12 was reported to be quite stale and there is no sign of artificial gravity on any of the ships. Along with the discovery of the Ancient texts came the discovery of one (1) Vasudan corpse and one (1) Terran corpse. We have so far concluded that the Vasudan was not part of the Neo-Hammer of Light. Both corpses were wearing nearly identical uniforms and were found within twenty (20) meters of each other (See Appendix J). Exactly how both got aboard VCV #12 is unknown and is need of further investigation.
VCV #19 aka the Absolution, is by far more important than the other eighteen (18) ships. According to Ma'thon Eng'a, Personal Messanger to the Eishtmo, the Absolution was the first VCV to be revealed by the Eishtmo to his followers. According to Ma'thon, the Absolution was declared a project orginally developed by the Parlamentary Vasudan Empire to fight the Galactic Terran Alliance. The ship, as well as it's future sister NHJ Victorious, were abandoned in favor of the Typhon class vessels. Though the explanation sounds ludicrous, members of the Neo-Hammer of light religiously followed the Eishtmo, and accepted the explanation.
A eight (8) Earth year project was begun shortly thereafter to completely rebuild the Absolution. Many technologies later incorperated into the NHJ Victorious were tested aboard the Absolution. As such, it can be hypothizied that the Absolution was the prototype of the NHJ Victorious. When construction of the Absolution was completed, the Eishtmo rolled out the NHJ Victorious which was promptly given the same makeover. However, the Absolution, with it's massive construction capacity, made the work faster. In less than four (4) Earth years, the NHJ Victorious was completed. According to information gathered, the NHJ Victorious was completed shortly before the invasion of Galactic Terran-Vasudan Alliance systems by the Neo-Hammer of Light.
The Absolution, it has no ship class tag as per Neo-Hammer of Light tradition, is very similar to the NHJ Victorious. It uses the same "gas hull" system as the NHJ Victorious (See Victorious Study). All of the major beam placements are identical, including the main cannon postioned at the front of the ship.
The differances between the two ships is quite pronounced, however. The Absolution lacks the so-called "beam collar" of the NHJ Victorious. Also, the shielding system is quite different. Instead of the single, solid shell shield used by the NHJ Victorious, the Absolution uses a "cell" type system (See Appendix J). This shield system is more approperate for small scale attacks as well as area effect weapons, not for large scale beam assults as the NHJ Victorious' shield system was. Also, the Absolution generates far less power than its sister. Current calculations indicate that the Absolution could not destroy a planet (See Appendix K).
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Formatia System, Quator Crater - GTC Horan
"Captian," Thomas' voice came over the comm system. "We've managed to convince the Absolution to let us in."
Ripper looked up from his report. "I'll be there in a minute," he said. "Start us in."
"Aye sir," Thomas said.
Ripper ran down the corridor, hopping over the knee knockers as necessary. As he came onto the bridge, the blue light of the Absolution's docking bay was just starting to fill the room. The entire crew of the Horan was looking out the newly reopened windows as the Horan slowly rose up into a docking bay large enough to hold the largest corvette in service.
Ripper examined the walls, and could just make out the shape of thousands of fighters. "That's a lot of fighters," he muttered.
"Yes," Ma'thon said. "It is. They were designed and built specifically for the NHOL." He pressed the keys on a nearby display to show a close up of each. "First there is the Eschelon Interceptor. Then the Raptor Space Superiority Fighter, the Clen'r Assult Fighter and finally the Lazerine Bomber." As he named each one, the camera shifted to reveal them. Each was sleak, and of a design never seen before.
"How did you ever find the time to build them all?" Thomas asked. "After all, you must have had your hands full building the Victorious."
"You are right," Ma'thon answered. "The fact is we did not build any of them, short of the prototypes of course." Ma'thon swung the camera image around to the top of the bay. "There is a complete automated manufacturing faciltiy here. When we left with the Victorious, we deposited all the resources in the hoppers and activated the system. All of these fighters were produced in the last two years."
"Why did you not build some earlier and use them against the GTVA?" Su'mit asked.
Ma'thon looked at the Vasudan Commander. "Lord Eishtmo claimed they were for his Great Plan, and would not be necessary for the invasion."
"What's the Great Plan?" Ripper asked.
"I do not know," Ma'thon said. "He said very little about it. I sure we will learn what it is when the time is right."
"What the hell was that?" the Helmsman cried.
"Clam down Julian," Ripper said. "What did you see?"
Suddenly, a man sized object came right up to the main screen as if it were looking in on them.
"It is alright," Ma'thon said. "That is just one of the repair and construction droids. It is probably surveying the ship so they can repair it."
"You mean they're going to fix my ship," Ripper said with disbelief.
"Only if you want them to Captian," Ma'thon said quietly.
Ripper looked up in time to see the droid buzz away. He smiled. "Well, we need a break anyway."
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The previous post is the last time I even come close to describing either the Victorious or the Absolution in this story. Someone once modeled the Victorious for me, but I have since lost the picture and everything else dealing with it. I am saddened by this because it was awesome looking.
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PeachE, 06-03-2000 10:52 PM
GTVID Reaper
Outer Vega
"Ah, Kohler, I have some urgent news for you."
Yes, my Comm officer told me. What is this about?
"As you already know, a Shivan force is building up to move on this node. What you do not know is that I have been sending wings of Hydra bombers and Odysseus fighters regularly to weaken the Shivan forces. The Shivans have taken substantial losses but are still strong enough to run this node. However, I do believe that should we make the first move, defeating the Shivans should not prove impossible. I want the entire fleet to take part in this offensive, Kohler. I understand that your ships took quite a beating. But time is of the utmost importance. When can your ships be ready?"
Most of them are ready for battle and will be in prime condition within a few hours.
"Excellent."
However, the Bellitelli and the Zakar are suffering from major damages. They won't be even battle-ready until late tomorrow, and that's the best case scenario.
"Admiral Kohler, we need to make this offensive as soon as possible. I've been running the simulations and two small ships won't make the difference. I would like for us to start moving when the rest of your ships finish repairs."
Very well. The fleet will be ready to move by the end of the day. The Bellitelli and Zakar will stay here to finish repairs. If that's all, I'll leave you to ready your ships.
"One more thing. There will be a fleet briefing in three hours. I want all ship commanders present."
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Eishtmo, 06-04-2000 10:52 PM
Cassiopiea 528 (Formatia) System - VAD Axion
"Have they picked us up yet?" Barry asked quietly.
"If they have," Pareen said. "They aren't doing anything about it."
"So what are they doing?" the XO asked.
"It appears their heading for the second moon of Cass 528 III."
Barry straightened up. "I wonder what they're looking for." Barry looked at the display. "Can your probe give us a better view of that moon?"
"Aye sir," Pareen said. She passed her hands across the control panel. The image slowly moved from a close up of the Shivan juggernaut to the moon. It zoomed in on the largest crater on the moon. "Well, that's odd."
"What?" the XO asked.
"Well sir," Pareen said. "There's a gravitational discrepeancy here. The only other time I've seen one like this is for a jump node."
"A jump node in a moon?" Barry said with skeptism. "That can't be, can it?"
Pareen exaimed the data being transmitted from the probe. "No, it's too weak to be a jump node, not a stable one anyways. But it does appear to be centered on that crater."
"And that's where the Sathantas is going," the XO said.
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Formatia (Cassiopiea 528) System, Quator Moon Crater - The Absolution
"Welcome to the bridge," Ma'thon said. A huge room was now before the crew of the Horan. A platform extend forward, high above the bridge floor. Along the walls were literally thousands of workstations, each with a panel of lights and colors. On the main floor sat hundreds of desk like areas and at the front of the room sat two sets of helm chairs. At the very front sat an enormus view screen almost ten meters tall and thirty meters wide. It was blank, flat white, waiting to be turned on.
"My god," Thomas said. "This room is bigger than the Horan!"
"That's for damn sure," Ripper said. He turned to the rest of the crew. "Well what are you waiting for?"
The crew snapped up and charged forward onto the bridge. Like children in a toystore, the crew spread out into the massive room. Ma'thon smiled at the sight. "Your crew is very excitable."
"They haven't had this much room in more than two years," Ripper said. "Of course they're excited."
Ma'thon nodded. "Come," he said to Su'mit and Ripper. "I will show you the command area."
The trio made their way up the platform to it's end. A small circular area was at the end, high above the bridge floor. A series of control panels encirculed the area.
"It is from here that you can command the entire ship," Ma'thon said. "And your entire fleet."
"But it's so small," Ripper said.
"Size means nothing," Su'mit said. "Remember what we had been doing?"
Ripper nodded. "Good point," he said. He looked up to the main screen. "Anyway we can get that on."
"But of course," Ma'thon said. He reached over and flicked a series of switches. Suddenly the main screen lit up, one panel at a time. The sensor enhanced light flooded the room.
Ripper shielded his eyes and waited for them to adjust. When they finally did, he wished they had. "What the hell?" he yelled.
The screen showed the image of a Shivan Sathantas entering the crater. It slowly moved inside, it's claws out streached, waiting for prey.
"Oh dear," Su'mit said. "What are we to do?"
Ripper faced Ma'thon. "Is the main cannon on this ship functional?"
"Of course it is," Ma'thon said. "However, it would take time to fully activate it."
"Do it," Ripper said. He looked around and finally picked up what looked to be sometype of communicator. "Can I talk to the crew with this?"
"Yes," Ma'thon said. The Vasudan turned to Su'mit. "How many of your people can read Eishtmatic?"
"Few, why?"
"Lord Eishtmo hardwired this ship to only use the Eishtmatic language," Ma'thon said. "We must get those who understand it togeather to activate the gun." Suddenly, the main screen lit up as the Sathantas fired it's beams into the first VCV. "And we must do it quickly."
Ripper handed Su'mit the communicator. The Vasudan deactivated his translator and began speaking to his people. The Vasuadans on the floor began moving toward the enterance of the bridge.
Ripper took the communicator back. "Crew of the Horan, we're in deep trouble. Jaminison, Sission, and Thomas report to the command platform, Julian to the helm. All other crew members should find a station and try to figure out what it does. Move people!"
People began moving all over the bridge. Like a great movie, the Sathantas began firing wildly into VCV #1 in an effort to destroy it. The light show was beautiful. Suddenly, the Sathantas stopped. It's claws slowly curved inward building up a green charge. Then it lashed out. A sphere of green energy flashed forward and into the line of VCV's. The Absolution shook gently as the wave hit. VCV #1 exploded, sending a second shockwave down the line.
Ripper grabbed onto the railing. He looked back to see the crew members he had summoned doing the same. "Jaminison, I think this is the sensor display," he said pointing to one of the consols. "And that should be the comm. Thomas, help me find sheild operations."
A large panel in the middle of the circle began flashing as Jaminison desperatly tried to activate the sensor display. Suddenly it lit off a three dimensional display of the battle field. Ripper and Thomas looked up at it. "Well, don't that beat all," Thomas said. He then turned to another display. "I think this is it," he said.
Ripper looked down on the top view of the great ship. A string of lines encircled that looked much like the shields of a fighter. "That's it," Ripper said. "Now find a way to boost power to the front." Thomas began pushing buttons and flipping switches as Ripper grabbed for the communicator. "Ma'thon, what's your status," he yelled.
Ma'thon's calm voice came from a nearby speaker. "The gun will be activated in three minutes. Have your helmsman point the ship at the Sathantas or firing the gun will do you no good."
"Right," Ripper said. "Julian, point the Absolution at the Sathantas as best you can."
"I'll try sir," Julian's faint voice could be heard from far in front of the command area.
"Damn," Thomas said. "I can't adjust the shield strength."
"What do you mean?" Ripper said.
"Well apparently all commands have to go through a bridge control area," Thomas said. "This must just be a command center, nothing more."
Ripper handed the communicator to Thomas. "Well find someone to do it."
Thomas began barking out orders to the lower bridge. Several crewmen rushed toward the shield control center. It took a minute, but soon the shield indicator began growing brighter for the forward shields.
Ma'thon now ran up to command center and flicked several switches. He then turned to Ripper. "The main gun is ready to fire," he said.
The ship rocked again as the Sathantas unleashed another pulse of energy, destroying VCV #2. The other VCV's began slowly moving around within the cavern. For some reason, they seemed intent on staying between the Absolution and it's prey.
Ripper reached out for the fire button when Thomas' head blocked him. "You can't," he said. "If you fire now, you'll take out the other VCV's!"
Ripper nodded. "And if I don't, the Sathantas will," he said. The two stared at each other for a moment, then Thomas pulled his hand away. Without waiting for an explanation, Ripper slammed down on the fire button.
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Cassiopiea 528 (Formatia) System - VAD Axion
The Axion slowly made it's way out of Cass 528 III's shadow and towards Cass 528 III B. Barry watched as the moon slowly came into view. Then suddenly, a beam of bright light shot out of the moon and into deep space. "What the hell was that?" the Admiral yelled.
"I don't know sir," Pareen said.
Barry watched as the beam slowly dissapated. "Helm, set course for that crater, jump when ready."
"Aye sir," the helmsman said.
"What are you doing?" the XO said. "If that was the Sathantas, we'll all be killed!"
"I don't think that was the Sathantas," Barry said. "If anything, I think the Sathantas died when that went off."
The Axion now reappeared in front of the large crater. Debris was everywhere, all of it slowly floating out of the massive tunnel. "Go ahead Clemmens," Barry said.
"To any ships, this is the VAD Axion, please reply," Clemmens said into the comm unit. "Repeating, this is the VAD Axion, please reply."
"Roger that," came a sudden response. "We are reciving you Axion."
"Please identify yourself," Clemmens said.
"This is Lt Commander Jeanee Sission of the GTC Horan," the voice said.
"Give me that," Barry said calmly. "Commander Sission, this is Admiral Barry Hart, I want to speak to your captian now."
"One moment sir," Sission replied.
"This is Captian Todd A. Ripper of the GTC Horan," Ripper said over the comm. "What can I do for you Admiral?"
"You can start by explaining what that light was," Barry said. In the back of his mind, he had an idea what it was, but he had to be sure.
"Well," Ripper started. "We had a little run in with a Sathantas and we, um, ah. Hell sir, it'll be easier to show you."
The comm signal cut for a moment. Then Pareen shouted out. "Sir, something big is coming out of the crater!"
Barry looked out to see the massive shape of the Absolution slowly leave the crater. He shook his head. "I knew it," he said quietly. "I just can't believe it."
"Admiral," Ripper's voice came back. "May I introduce you to the Absolution."
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PeachE, 06-05-2000 12:02 AM
GTVIJ Desdemona
Outer Vega
Mission Briefing
Pretala stood in front of the conference room, facing the other commanders and Captain Robertson. He had his usual appearance; uniform in perfect order, wide awake, ready for action. "You probably all know why I've called you here. We're making our move tonight. At 2100 hours, your ships will be ready to move and we will proceed to Vega II. Recent reports show the Shivan fleet in that vicinity."
Commander Suzan Keyes, of the Bellitelli looked up. It was obvious the work of repairing her ship was tiring her. "Sir, there is no way our ship will be able to withstand a Shivan attack at 2100. We may not even be ready by tomorrow. What you're proposing would be suicide for my crew."
"I'm well aware of the situation, Commander. Which is why the Bellitelli and Zakar will be staying behind. It is our opinion that this battle will not be won by two cruisers more or less. Should we fail our mission, we will try to send a communication your way. Please note, if we fail, we will be dead. Don't try any heroics. Jump to Beta Aquilae and inform command. If we do not make some contact with you within twelve hours of our departure, once again, jump to Beta Aquilae and inform command of our failure. But hopefully, it won't come to this."
Kohler stroked his small beard as if in deep thought. "If the Desdemona goes down, is it reasonable to assume that the Triton and Upsilon will go down as well, taking down the Shivans anyway?"
"No. As I have said previously, the Upsilon is not a bomb, but a subspace device. It requires detonation to go off. Should a blast reach it, it will merely be rendered useless, but not activate... Besides, the Upsilon device has to be placed in a intrasystem jump path. For instance, if the Shivan force were to decide to jump here from Vega II, we could place the device in their path and voila. Any remaining ships will be completely incapacitated."
"I see."
Sasha Pretala looks up at her father and then at the other commanders. "Sir, I do not know the extent of the test of the Gunships during Admiral Kohler's last encounter..."
Kohler Interrupts. "Very little. The complete weapons and weapons subsystem controllers had yet to be transferred at the time of our encounter. What we saw was encouraging, however."
She continues "Thank you Admiral. So, Admiral Pretala, do you believe that this would be an appropriate time to test the full extent of these new ships."
"Of course, this will be an opportune chance to test this full capabilites, but, as you can see" Pretala turns on the front screen "with a Shivan fleet of this size, we're going to need every advantage we can get. Optimally, the new gunships would give us enough edge to easily defeat the force... But I wouldn't count on it."
Garret Falstaff takes his attention away from the screen for a moment to ask a question. "Admiral Pretala, correct me if I'm wrong," He knew he wasn't. He had those schematics burned into his memory. "but aren't those some of the newer Shivan ships."
"Yes they are. Two Mikelats and one Belial have joined the Shivan fleet. Apparently, the initial encounter with Kohler was a test. Judging by this, it was, and rightfully so, considerred a success. However, the Mastema has remained at the Capella node and no others have been sighted. It is thought that the Mastema was a one time deal. And as long as she doesn't start coming this way, I'm not going into the lion's den surrounding the Capella node.... Are there any further questions? Good. So, if noone objects to a violation of the alcohol restrictions, I would like to propose a toast." Some glasses were brought in with what appeared to be an ancient bottle. "To the success of this mission and the persaverance of the GTVA."
"Here, Here." All of the glasses were raised and drank, with the exception of Kohler, who stared into his drink rather than finish it.
"Something wrong, Admiral?"
"Hm? Oh, no. I was just thinking." He raised his glass again "For those of us who might not be returning: May you be in heaven an hour before the devil knows you're dead."
A humbling toast. But everyone drank it just the same. And with that, the meeting was called to an end. The commanders returned to their ships. Except for the Bellitelli and Zakar, all of the repairs were complete.
In two hours, they would be on the move. In as few as four hours, they would be encountering the Shivan fleet. In as few as four hours and one minute, they would be needing further repairs.
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Kellan, 06-05-2000 04:39 PM
Personal Log
Admiral Temara Ryksos
NHD Abydos
Begin Log
The satisfaction that the Jagganath’s destruction brought us has been tempered by the loss of the NHD Kauket. Although many crewmembers escaped from the vessel, the loss of such a valuable vessel is a major blow. Captain was also killed when the Kauket was destroyed. He was a personal friend, and though not a close one his death has highlighted the insanity of this war. We are destroying ourselves from within, and at the end of his conflict, whoever wins will be bled white. What if the GTVA or the Shivans were to pay us a visit then?
Despite the loss of the Kauket our forces dealt considerable damage to the Pretender’s forces while sustaining slightly lighter casualties ourselves. The NHD Isdes, the Jagganath, the ship production facilities at Zeta X and several cruisers and corvettes were destroyed. This victory would have given us a decisive edge in the war had it not been for the fact that the NHD Geb defected during the battle. Captain Phelan’s defection takes me by surprise. I had thought of him as a Stalwart in the Loyalist forces. Clearly my ideas were misconceived.
The Geb and its fighter and bomber complement dealt the Abydos some considerable damage to the Abydos during the battle. I have lost over 800 crew in total and the Abydos requires substantial repairs to the left flank, which took the brunt of the attack. The Abydos is also expecting a new shipment of fighters and bomber to replace more than two hundred that were destroyed in the battle.
Yesterday I was called on board the Iron Fist. Harak commended me for my tactic of dealing with the Jagganath and the Geb at the same time. He also informed me that the Abydos would be receiving a new class of fighter in the next shipment. This vessel is still in its Operational Evaluation process. It seems that it will be facing a baptism of fire, as the Terrans would say. However, Harak also tells me of a troubling new trend in the Pretender attacks: suicide bombing of large civilian concentrations. Morale is being lowered and the bombers are causing a great deal of damage while still being difficult to track down.
Now I have the difficult process of letter-writing to attend to. I will not be able to write each one individually, but effort is required. That is the only way to honour those who sacrificed themselves so bravely for us. I must also see that family is cared for. Harak has instructed me to do so. It is tradition that the affairs of the family of a fallen hero are seen to on their behalf after such a traumatic event.
End Log.
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HeX, 06-05-2000 08:25 PM
GTVIJ Desdemona
Outer Vega
Nearing Attack Schedule
Pretala faced the main vid screen filled with the faces of the main commanders. Pretala had called the emergancy comm. conference to issue some rather disturbing news.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," he said grimly, "We have some very bad news. The armada is receiving reinforcements, lots of them. They will join with the Shivan fleet in roughly 12 hours."
"What?!" shouted Admiral Kohler, "how many?"
"Scouts detected at least 9 more ships of various class entering Vega,"
"So what do we do now?"
"My Chief Tech has a plan that could save our skins out here" Pretala turned to the man behind him, "Chief Franklin?"
Franklin nodded to the Admiral, "Thank you Admiral. Ladies and Gentlemen we have a plan that could wipe out every Shivan ship in that Armada before they can hit us. We are going to use the Upsilon Subspace Device. A copy of the specs will be sent to every ship commander in the fleet for review."
"Excuse me," interrupted Kohler, "but why not just detonate the bomb and wipe them all out as a whole? Why the attack?"
"The bomb's effects would not be enough to completely wipe out a fleet of that size effectively. We need to eliminate a percentage of the current fleet in order to ensure maximum effect."
"What percent?"
"78%."
"78%!," Captain Sola said with a gasp, "My god! We'll be lucky to do that much damage and live to tell about it!"
"We have little choice," Pretala said as he drummed his fingers on the central table, "the only other option is to fight the full fleet here."
"Admiral Pretala," questioned Captain Frost, "what about the Echelon?"
Commander Garret looked surprised, "You know about the Echelon?"
"Most GTVI officers do Garret," commented Pretala, "It's only the largest project ever to be put into existence."
"Excuse me Admiral," Kohler said with a frown, "What is the Echelon? Another weapon?"
"In a sense. It is the largest and most powerful warship ever built. It measures 50km from bow to stern and carries more firepower then a fleet of destroyers. Took 25 years to get it to where it is in terms of construction. However, I'm afraid construction is not complete yet and won't be for some time. Alright people, it's time to make history. Prepare your ships for jump."
The commanders saluted and faded from the screen. Pretala sat in his command chair and took a deep breath. This would be the all or nothing battle, any loss here would effect the entire GTVA. Pretala sat in his command chair and turned to his comm. officer.
"Report," Pretala snapped.
"All commanders report ready," the comm. officer replied, "the ships staying behind are speeding repairs as best they can. Kohler is awaiting your mark to begin subspace jump."
"Upsilon Device ready," shouted the Technician, "we have loaded it on a Triton and the ship is on standby for immediate deployment. All fighter and bomber wings report they are fueled and ready to move."
"Weapons online," chimed the chief gunnery officer, "all beams at full power. Flak, laser and missile batteries armed. Helix control reports they are primed and the cannon is fully charged."
The Navigator finished his check and turned to face Pretala, "Subspace drives are ready. Course locked in for the Shivan fleet. We are ready Admiral."
"Comm., give the signal," Pretala ordered, "all ship, engage subspace drives!"
The fleet surged forward and entered the multiple subspace portals that had opened, gateways into a hell no one had ever imagined. This would be the battle that would test the abilities of every man and woman. This would be their greatest hour.
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Alright, enough for tonight. BTW, if anyone wants to model the Victorious again, feel free.
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Back for more posting. How are you enjoying it so far? You can comment on it if you like. Not like many of these people will see it.
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Eishtmo, 06-05-2000 09:36 PM
Formatia System - Elysium Transport Alpha
Admiral Barry Hart's transport slowly rose up into the docking bay of the Absolution. Barry remember the survilance pictures of the docking bay of the Victorious. This one was bigger, much bigger. He looked down at a copy of Captian Ripper's report. It was a different ship, the report said in summary, different than anything in the GTVA, and different from the Victorious. Barry looked up agian and exaimed the huge numbers of fighters lining the wall. "Why is it so different?" he muttered to himself. "Why not just make the two identical? What did the Eishtmo have planned for this one?"
The Elysium landed with a gental thud on the Absolution's main landing pad. Barry and two marine escorts exited the transport. They were imidiantly met by two Terran marines.
"Sir," the Lieutenant said. "I'm Lt. Bradley of the GTC Horan. I have orders to escort you to Captain Ripper."
"Very good Lieutenant," Barry said. He turned to his own escorts. "Stay here, I'll be okay."
"Are you sure sir?" one of the marines said.
"Yes," Barry said. He then caught the Horan out of the corner of his eye. All around the old Leviathan were dozens of small robots, moving pieces and attaching them to the hull. "Besides," he said quietly. "I want you to keep an eye on the Horan."
"Yes sir," the marine snapped.
"Follow me please sir," Bradley said.
The trio made their way through a series of corridors to a tram which they rode for some distance. It was a long trip. Even at the speeds they were traveling, it still took almost 10 minutes to get to their destination. They got out and tramped through more corridors until they came to a small, unassuming door set in the wall. There were no signs indicating what it was, no window, no nothing. It just sat there, doing nothing.
"The Captian is waiting for you inside sir," Bradley said.
"In here?" Barry asked. Bradley nodded. Barry looked at the marine for a moment, and then slid the door open and entered the room.
Behind a large desk sat Ripper, his legs up, reading a book. He looked up to see Barry and quickly moved into attention. "Sir," he said. "Welcome aboard the Absolution."
"At ease," Barry said. "You know, you don't have to do that, I'm not with the GTVA anymore."
"You're still and Admiral sir," Ripper said. "And you deserve respect."
"I suppose," Barry said. "You know, I'm surprised."
"Oh sir?"
"I figured you would have taken the Eishtmo's quarters," the Admiral said as he walked over to Ripper.
"Acutally," Ripper said. "This is the Eishtmo's quarters, sir."
Barry looked at him. "It can't be," he said.
"It is," a voice came from a back room. Out stepped a Vasudan, a large tube strapped to his shoulders.
Barry looked over the Vasudan. "And who are you?"
"I am Ma'thon Eng'a, personal messanger of my Lord Eishtmo," the Vasudan said.
Barry smiled. "So you're what they found in the escape pod," he said. "Gee, and I thought you guys had found the Eishtmo himself."
"Well, we sort of did, sir," Ripper said.
"And how's that?" Barry asked.
"Well we discovered his roots," Ripper started. "His family, his orgins, his home. Surly you've heard?"
"Heard what?"
"About the Eishtmo, about who he really is?"
Barry waved his hand in the air. "Ever since the Shivan's showed up, I haven't heard squat from the GTVA," he said. "Hell, I hardly knew you exsisted until they asked me to find you."
"So you do not know," Ma'thon said with a smile.
"No, I do not know," Barry said. "So what's the big deal. He was just another Vasudan."
Ripper held in a chuckle. "Oh he wasn't just another Vasudan," he said. "He was very different."
Barry knew a sarcastic remark when heard one. "Oh he wasn't was he," he said. "Let me guess, he had antlers. Or he looked like Abe Lincoln, right?"
Ripper picked up a picture from the desk. "Actually, I'd say he looks a lot like his father."
Ripper handed the photo to Barry. The Admiral looked down in shock to see a family of three, three Terrans. "You're saying he was human?" Barry said.
"He was," Ma'thon said. "He always was."
"Listen," Ripper said. "It's all a very long story and we simply don't have the time. We need to get this ship back home as soon as possible."
"Not a problem," Barry said as he contiuned to stare at the photo. "I'll just have my crew transfer over. The Axion should be safe here."
"That will not work," Ma'thon said. "Unless, of course, your crew can read Eishtmatic."
"What's Eishtmatic?" Barry asked as he looked up.
"That's the point," Ripper said. "None of us could fully operate this ship. Hell, we can't even use the jump drives. We need someone who can actually read the language this ship was programed with." Ripper took a deep breath. "Sir, we need the Neo-Hammer of Light."
Barry suddenly exploded. "No, never," he yelled. "I won't lead my ship on some wild goose chase!"
"Uh," Ripper started when Ma'thon butted in.
"It is the only way," Ma'thon said. "The Horan is far to damaged to make the trip. Your ship is the only one capable of making the trip."
"Alright," Barry said. "Assuming I agree, where would I find the NHOL?"
Ma'thon flipped down his data pod and removed a disk. "Here," he said. "On this disk are the directions to Ice Heart's colony, as well as a message from the Eishtmo. Give him this, and he will follow you back here."
Barry looked at the disk, then to Ma'thon, then back to the disk. "Give me one good reason why I should even bother."
"Because if you do not," Ma'thon said. "Your species will become extinct at the hands of the Shivans."
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Formatia System - Bridge of the Absolution
Ma'thon and Ripper stared out the main screen and watched the Axion disappear into subspace. "You lied to him," Ripper said. Ma'thon looked at Ripper but said nothing. "Your little repair droids have fixed the Horan almost completely, we could have made the trip and left them here to guard the Absolution."
Ma'thon smiled. "It was necessary," he said. "If we are to work togeather, then there must be forgiveness. Who better to give forgiveness then the NHOL's worst enemy."
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PeachE, 06-05-2000 11:40 PM
GTVID Reaper
Vega
"Admiral, we've arrived at the designated location. I do not see the Shivans."
Admiral Kohler approached the first officer and pointed to the far end of the screen. "You see that small asteroid field off in right field? That's them."
"My God. If they're that far away, they're spanning dozens of kilometers... They're must be at least thirty of them."
"More. Get a scan."
"Thirty-six. And the nine ship fleet hasn't arrived yet. Sir, with all due respect this cannot be done. We have only eighteen ships ourself... How many of these things do we have to destroy anyway?"
Kohler looked over some of the scan data. "At least twenty-eight. More would be nice. Still only two juggernauts in the area, I see. According to reports, one's a cripple. Let's see. The other ships consist mostly of cruisers, almost twenty of those. Looks to be nine or ten corvettes, a handfull of destroyers, and of course, the two Juggernauts."
"How can you be so cold about this, sir? This is an impossible task!"
"Nearly impossible. We have a juggernaut, four dominators, four gunships, a few corvettes, and a handful of cruisers. Eighteen ships in all... You are right. We cannot accomplish a complete success. We will be lucky to get the seventy-eight percent quota. But this is not the first time we have been forced to fight the impossible. We can only pray it will not be our last... You must be strong. Without strong officers, the crew will fall. Even if we are all scared, try to maintain a courageous appearance, at least."
"Aye, sir."
An officer from the bridge called out to the Admiral. "Sir, I think we've been detected... That armada is heading this way."
"Very well. All crew to battle stations. Power up all guns. Have the gunships move up in the lines. They're going to need clear shots, so inform the fleet that noone gets in their way. And hold on. This is about to get very rough."
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Ice Heart, 06-06-2000 06:30 AM
Personal Log
Admiral "Ice Heart" Harak Chontamentet
Our spies on what remains of the Pretender's facilities bring us great news. They have finally discovered which ship the Pretender is aboard. He is using the NHD Imhotep as his flagship and it would appear that he is a rather reclusive sort, following the example of the Eishtmo. Beyond my Executive Officer, I have informed only Ryksos and Kraken of this discovery. We are currently working up a plan of attack against the Pretender's remaining forces.
Fortunately, the Pretender's forces have remained mostly gathered near Zeta X. Aside from a few corvettes and cruisers on patrol or guarding what remains of their asteroid mining facility, the Pretender's entire fleet is at Zeta X. We will be forced to use most of the fleet, leaving of course a few ships behind just in case the Pretender should make a strike for our own facilities. Our attack will be focused on the NHD Imhotep, if we can destroy that ship, we will have killed the Pretender. If we can kill the Pretender, perhaps some of his ships will surrender once their leader is dead. There will undoubtedly be a few fanatics left, but I suspect the majority might face reality and surrender rather than die uselessly.
This news could not come at a better time. The boost our victory over the Jagganath gave us is being quickly eroded by the increasing suicide attacks against civilian populations. General Severek reports that the Pretender's ground forces are steadily increasing in strength as more of our own forces defect to the Pretender's side, many are not really willing defectors, having done so only in hopes of ensuring the safety of family and friends. However, they still add more power to the Pretender's forces. We must end this war as soon as we possibly can.
End Log
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Velocity7, 06-06-2000 05:08 PM
6/6/2384
Capella Nebula
GTC Redway
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"Is it finished?"
"Yes, Commander."
"Good, let's haul it into the hangar bay."
Velocity 7 opened the door and turned on the light to see the first made missile-drainer that was to be used in a second Sathanas raid. There was only one though, but the schematics were onboard the Redway, and the Redway alone.
"Come on, what are you waiting for?" Velocity 7 asked.
"Uhh, sorry sir. Here, Tony, give me a hand."
"Ugh, this thing is quite heavy."
"It DOES have a beam cannon in it, Commander."
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"Ready for its first field test?"
"Sure, but I'm not sure..."
"Just go, Commander!"
"Right." Velocity 7 took off in his Pegasus class fighter along with 3 other wings to distract the Sathanas.
"Alright, we're approaching the target," Velocity 7 said, "Beta and Gamma, take out the fighters. Delta, disable the weapons systems so that I can fire this damn thing."
"Aye sir."
The fighters made their bank and attacked whatever they were assigned to. On the other hand, locking on the missile, dubbed the "Mosquito", took a lot of effort, especially for Velocity 7.
"Come on...come on...yes! Fire!" Velocity 7 punched his secondary missile button before making his U-turn from the flak cannons.
"GTC Redway, GVC Afyror, GTD Trident, jump in now!" he ordered.
"We are coming in as you speak, Terran," Captain B'tok responded.
The Mosquito finally latched onto the reactor of the Sathanas juggernaut. It then bloomed into a small beam cannon. On the other side, a hole was drilled, and a power cable was attached from the beam cannon to the reactor.
"Firing sequence in 5...4...3...2...1...0." Velocity 7 said.
The beam cannon turned its barrel towards the Redway that recently jumped in, and fired a blue stream of light. But instead of it being damaged, it was instead gaining power from surges coming from the beam.
"Fire the beam!" the helmsman ordered.
"Aye sir."
By surprise, the beam did more than it was expected to. Velocity 7 wanted the stronger version of surged beams to just fire longer, but instead, it fired nearly 2 times its radius, and lasted 10 times longer than it usually was. About 1 wing of Velocity 7's fighters were lost in the blast.
"All wings, return to the GTD Trident. That beam is going to kill us all if you don't evacuate."
"Yes sir."
With the Sathanas helpless, powerless, and unable to fire its beams of destruction, it was only a matter of minutes before it exploded in a huge grate of flames. Velocity 7 was able to recover the Mosquito after the blast, but it was severely damaged, and it could not be available for some time.
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Commander's Log
6/6/2384
I find myself in a vast, spatious galaxy that which the GTVA once held. 17 years ago, it was annihilated by the Shivans, and the Capella star had exploded, turning it into a nebula of light and fire. It almost looked like a fireworks show if you could survive the blast, but no one would.
I, for one, will soon leave this place. My work here is almost done, after taking out about one juggernaut, and probably another one will be destroyed soon with the Mosquito, a missile that drains power and transfers it to a cruiser, corvette, or destroyer. But I do not think it can take much more of this strain from explosions of juggernauts, and I worry that it is destroyed before I can recover it again the next time. I'm sending the GVC Afyror off with the schematics to GTVA Command to get it under development in R&D. I can only hope that the Mentu cruiser returns with a large pack of Mosquitos to take out barely 10 Sathanas' at once.
I have not yet heard from the GTC Horan. They say that they will go to a vast system far beyond the reaches of the GTVA. I do not know what it means, but it may have something to do about destroying Shivans. I only pray they come back with a super-destroyer weapon of some sort to annihilate the Shivans and close the portal soon. Some of my crew have already been tramautized, and I need reinforcements fast. I can only pray...
End Log
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The following post is one of my favorites. I kind of wish I had done a few more like it.
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Eishtmo, 06-06-2000 09:09 PM
Letters Home
Dear Mom and Dad,
How are you guys doing? I'm doing fine. The vid of Tab's birthday party was a real hit with the guys. I'm supposed to ask you if you can send us some of that cake. I don't think we've had a real cake since we got here.
To answer your question, yes, we've seen lots of action. In fact, hardly a moment goes by that there isn't any action. The Shivans attack us almost constently. So much so, that I'm actually writing this while working. Oh, don't worry, I'm doing my duties, but when you're on call all the time, you do what you can during down periods.
Yesterday was the worst yet, though. I was working up on <Censored> deck during a firefight when this Shivan fighter came smashing through the bulkhead. Later, they said it was a <Censored> class fighter. In any case, I just stood there looking at it when a group of four marines in full battle gear came running up. Suddenly, the Shivan pilot burst out of the ship, screaming bloody murder. It grabbed one of the marines and slammed him agains the wall. The other three started firing madly at him. I ran. I admit it, I was scared. I took off and hid in a side corridor. I could still hear the awful thing scream, as well as the screaming of the marines. Suddenly the screaming stopped. I don't know why I didn't move, but I just stood there frozen to the wall. That's when one of the marines snapped me out of it.
The marine and I went down to the Rec area and had a few drinks and talked. Boy did he talk. He told me about all the other Shivans he had killed. It was something like <Censored> this week alone. He told me about all the marines that had died. He must have listed off about <Censored>, giving me their names and who they were. He was about to tell me about the two that died earlier when we were both called up to deck <Censored>. As we headed up, there was this massive explosion as we were hit by a bomb. When I got up and looked back for the marine, all I saw was a jumble of debris. I quick looked, only to find that he had been crushed under one of the support beams. I almost wanted to cry, but my call came back, so I headed up and did my job. I didn't get back 'till a couple hours later, but by then they had cleared up all the debris, and the marine. The real sad thing is that I never got his name.
Well, I've got another call. I'll write again as soon as I can.
Love,
Your Son
-Spacefarers Apprentice Henry Graveport
-GTD Mozart, Deneb System
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My Dearest Winston,
I'm sorry I haven't written sooner, but you know how things are. I just got back from nearly two straight hours of patrol. The Shivans were as thick as thieves out there too. I'm sure you would have loved it. There were so many, I lost count after the first <Censored>.
Anyway, we were set to defend the <Censored> as it came back throught the node after a <Censored>. The Shivans decided that they didn't like the <Censored> in Vega, and launched a full scale attack on the poor ship. The first ten minutes were hell, the rest of the hour was worse. I don't think either of us has seen anything like it before. Needless to say, the <Censored> didn't have a chance. I wish I could say more, but you know Command.
I hope you're doing well. I hear that attacks against the <Censored> node haven't been nearly as bad thanks to the <Censored> fleet. I wish I could be with you, at least we would be able to fight the Shivans off togeather.
I wish I could say everything was okay here. We lose people everyday, only to have them replaced with a bunch of green recurits that die almost as fast as they arrive. There's only three of us left in the squad that started this hell. Supplies are <Censored>. I haven't had a decent meal in almost <Censored> weeks! Oh damn, it looks like another call. I'll have to write you again later. Until then my love,
Your Loving Wife,
Sandy
-Lietenant Junior Grade Sandra Tepaul
-SDD Sagan, Talnia System.
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PeachE, 06-06-2000 11:19 PM
GTID Reaper
Vega
"Admiral, the Shivans will be in range in two minutes."
"Are the gunships in position?"
"Yes sir. They have taken up positions to maximize effectiveness against Shivan fighters and the small cruisers."
"Good." Kohler turns to another officer, one of the many in a GTVI uniform. "Is the final ship count complete?"
"Yes sir. Eight Cains, Six Liliths, and Five Rakshasas Class Cruisers. Seven Molochs and 2 Mikelat Class Corvettes. Three Demons, Two Ravanas, and One Belial Class Destroyer. And as you know, there are two Juggernauts."
"One Minute, Admiral"
Kohler removed his hat and placed it on his command chair. "Right... Here's the plan: The crippled Juggernaut can wait a little while. Concentrate fire-power on the destroyers and remaining Juggernaut. For now, we need to rely on the gunships and fighters to work over the cruisers and corvettes... Oh, and have the other ships keep open communications during the battle."
The GTVI officer spoke up quickly "Sir, that's a direct violation of GTVA regulations. According to..."
"You really give a damn if the Shivans hear our strategy?"
"I see your point. But my objection remains."
"Objection so noted. Get those orders out though."
"Ten Seconds Admiral... Shivan fighters detected."
"Have our fighters engage. Beams, flak, and missiles on my mark."
"Three, Two, One."
"All weapons, open fire. Full speed ahead."
Outnumbered two to one, the Vega fleet moved forward, into the history books forever. The Desdemona and the four Dominators moved against the remaining Juggernaut and destroyers. The Erikson, the four corvettes of the fleet and two of the cruisers attacked as many of the Molochs as they could. The two remaining cruisers and the gunships attempted attacks on the Shivan cruisers. Bombers moving in and out of the fleet, diving towards enemy ships to release their warheads. And the fighters swarmed in the hundreds, maneuvering around the capital ships, trying to take out engine and weapons systems and running intercept on enemy bombers. From the surface of the nearby giant, Vega II, the scene might look like a grand cosmic light display. But from the decks of the GTVA ships, the sight was not nearly so pleasing
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Velocity7, 06-07-2000 04:20 PM
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6/7/2384
Capella/Vega Node
GVC Afyror
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"Damage report," B'tok asked.
"We've taken several hits on decks 8 and 3, Captain. We've sealed off 2 and 7, but I don't know how much more we can take."
"Keep firing on those Sathanas', we have to get the schematics to R&D soon."
"Captain, receiving a transmission from the Redway, audio only."
"Put it through," B'tok ordered.
"Captain B'tok, what's going on? I heard some explosions..."
"We are being attacked by at least 10 Sathanas juggernauts. We cannot take on all of them."
"Get ready your men for evacuation. That Mentu cruiser can't take much more."
"I do not know, I have served this cruiser for nearly 27 years, and you have just begun to serve yours."
"I know it seems hard for you, but you have to make it through the Vega node. It's the only way we can give the GTVA some chance of defeating the Sathanas'."
B'tok hesitated. "I will not abandon this ship, Terran, not by you, the Shivans, or anyone!"
"Send your other men then. I don't want the schematics to be destroyed."
"...very well. I shall go with this ship."
"I pray you don't."
Then about 5 pods left the GVC Afyror in flames, and they all jumped through the node. On the other hand, Captain B'tok stood in the silent, open bridge, to see his last moments of life before his death.
"I shall miss this world. I pray that the GTVA shall defeat the Shivans once and for--"
B'tok was cut off by a giant explosion that ripped through his console and then through the main viewscreen. The ship exploded with a giant shockwave, sending at least 1 wing of Shivan fighters into oblivion.
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"Sir, we've lost the tranmission. Captain B'tok was onboard before the blast."
"...I will miss him. He was helpful with our battles against the Shivans. How are the escape pods?"
"Checking...they're fine. 1 or 2 maybe destroyed, but all the others made it through with the schematics."
"Good. Let's hope the GTVA uses it to its advantage. In the meantime, I have something to arrange."
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Some time later...
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"He was a great Captain, who served onboard the GVC Afyror for nearly three decades," Velocity 7 said while his head hung low, "I only pray he goes to a better place than this. A place where there is peace and there is no war. Farewell, Captain."
The coffin then floated up and was launched through the hangar bay, to nowhere. Captain B'tok would always be remembered by Velocity 7, his crew, and the GTVA.
"Be sure to send this information to Captain Ripper if we can get a communciations channel through, officer."
"Yes, Commander."
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"VIDEO TRANSMISSION WAITING COMMANDER,"
"Open it." Velocity 7 said.
Lieutenant Denas' face was seen on the monitor. "Ahh, Commander, so nice to see you back in the line of battle. I was wondering what you were doing with the Horan and so if I might say so--"
"First of all, Lieutenant, what we were doing with the Horan is strictly confidential. Second, we just lost Captain B'tok, a ranking officer of the GTVA, onboard the GVC Afyror. If you don't mind, I'm kind of busy."
"Commander, I need to say something first before you close this channel."
Velocity 7 sighed. "Go on."
"First of all, I got that box of information you gave me to be transferred to the War Tribunal. They've approved of it, and about 25% of the whole GTVA now knows of it. Some civil wars have stopped."
"That's good."
"And, because of your efforts, you have been promoted to the rank of Captain. Congratulations, Velocity 7."
"Wow. Never knew the GTVA was that desperate with stopping wars." Velocity 7 grinned.
"Ahem, also, you have been ordered to patrol Sector 259 of Capella. According to our long range subspace scanners, we've detected a large energy reading. You should check it out. We are definetly sure it is not a Sathanas."
"That's good, we've recently taken a Sathanas out."
"What? You sure?"
"Yeah. Some escape pods are coming to GTVA Command to tell you."
"Okay, I'll try to keep that in mind," Denas said, "and try to stay out of trouble. I don't want you to get yourself killed."
"Oh don't worry, we've nearly got ourselves killed plenty of times." The video tranmission closed up.
Captain...that certainly does not fit very well with my callsign, Velocity 7 thought.
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Eishtmo, 06-07-2000 09:06 PM
Beta Aquilea System - GTVA Command
"Admiral Leaky?" a Commander said.
Leaky looked up from his papers. "What is it Commander?"
"Sir, the Security Advisor wants a current status report on Operation Hellmouth," the Commander said.
"Tell him he'll get it when it's ready," Leaky said.
"Well can I at least see what you have?" the Commander asked. "I do have clearence sir."
Leaky looked down at his papers. "Fine, come take a look." The Commander walked over and spun the computer terminal around. "Sorry Commander, it's not there. It's here," Leaky said as he pointed down to the papers. There were hundreds of pages of charts, lists, papers and hand written calculations.
"You've got to be kidding," the Commander said. "I mean, sir, it would be so much easier to keep all of this on the computer. In fact, it might help you come up with a better plan."
"Don't tell me how to do my job," Leaky said with a hint of irritation in his voice. "Besides, I progamed most of that command sim anyways."
"You did sir?"
"Damn straight," the Admiral said with a laugh.
The Commander began digging through the mountain of paperwork until he came to the final report page. He examined the results of all the planning. "My god," he said. "There's got to be a better way."
"There isn't Commander," Leaky said. "I've been over it at least 30 times, and each time it only gets worse."
"Well, did you try the computer at least sir?"
"What did I just tell you Commander?" Leaky said, his irritation growing.
"Well, you never know sir," the Commander said. "Will you at least let me run it through?"
Leaky looked at the Commander for a moment. "Fine," he said with a throw of his hand. "But I'm telling you right now, that computer won't give you any better results."
"Understood sir," the Commander said. His fingers moved across the keyboard imputing the data into the Command Simulator. Occasionally he would ask Leaky question on this and that. "Wouldn't it be better to make the groups bigger? Are you sure putting them in pairs is a wise idea? Shouldn't the Gaia be with group Alpha or Beta and not Gamma? Why are we stripping the defensive units from every instellation around the GTVA? What about pirate attacks? What about the rebel SDF forces? Are you sure about all this?" The Admiral would answer each logically and again inform the Commander that the computer would prove him right. The Commander contiued his duty until the final plan was finally entered.
"Okay," he said. "Let's see what happens. Computer, run simulation." The computer made a couple of beeps and began cruching numbers soon it came up with the results. "Right on the nose," the Commander said. "Not bad sir."
"Of course it's not bad," Leaky said with a laugh. "I'm not an Admiral for nothing!"
"Right sir," the Commander said. "Now, let's see if the computer can come up with something better. Computer, calculate alterniatives." The computer beeped and began processing the request. The final answer didn't surprise Leaky, but the Commander was certianly taken aback. "No suitable alternatives found," the Commander read.
"I told you," the Admiral said.
"Sorry I didn't believe you sir," the Commander said. "But I guess you can understand why I had to check."
"I understand completely," Leaky said. "If I were in your shoes I would have done the same thing."
"So what do I tell the Advisor?" the Commander asked.
"Just what I told you to tell him," Leaky said. "It'll be ready when it's ready."
"I suppose you're right sir," the Commander said. "He won't like it though."
"He won't like these numbers either," Leaky said.
"But sir," the Commander said. "Wouldn't it be better to tell him now? Why wait?"
Leaky leaned back in his seat. "I'm waiting for a miracle," he said. He spun the monitor around to see the results.
MINIMUM CASULITIES: 84% OF FLEET DESTROYED
PROBABILITY OF SUCCESS: 200 TO 1
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Enough for tonight. Later.
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Back to the grind.
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Ice Heart, 06-07-2000 10:01 PM
GTCv Phobos
Vega
Garrett felt his pulse racing as the massive Shivan force closed in on the comparatively small GTVA force. Even with the Desdemona, this was going to be costly. Outwardly, he seemed his normal self to the crew, but inwardly he felt a familiar fear. No one could blame him for it, only a fool would not feel fear at the sight before Garrett's eyes. Fear is good...if you control it., Falstaff thought.
"Time to engagement range?" He asked tersely.
"30 seconds."
Garrett glanced at his sensors. There was a Moloch, designated 'Dahaka' on the sensors, almost on a collision course, if the two ships held course, they would pass within two hundred meters of one another. An idea formed almost at once. "Gunnery, target both forward anti-capship beams on Moloch designation 'Dahaka'. You know where its forward anti-capship beam is, try to burn it off. Do not fire our beams until we enter our optimal firing range. Helm, stand by to execute 45 degree starboard course change on my command. Gunnery, inform port anti-capship beam to stand by for firing on my command, target to be the Dahaka."
As the fleets neared on another, the Shivans began to fire. The Moloch that Garrett had dead ahead fired, its single forward anti-cap beam cutting a scar across the Phobos' face. Many of the GTVA ships returned fire, but the Phobos and several others held fire. He wanted to make this count. A few moments later, they were in optimal range. He heard the beams powering up and the steady humming vibration as they fired, cutting dual trenches across the Moloch's face. "Sir, Dahaka's forward anti-cap beam is down!"
He merely nodded. Almost there... "Helm, execute course change now!"
The Phobos skewed to the right and as it did the port side beam was able to target the Dahaka. "Port side beam fire!"
The beam shot out and tore into the side of the Moloch as they passed. The starboard beam powered up and fired almost at the same time, burning into a Rakshasa on that side. "Helm, bring us around on the Moloch's starboard side. Gunnery, anti-cap beams to fire for effect on the Moloch's fighterbay."
The Phobos' other turrets spat at targets as well, flak and anti-fighter beams and turrets spraying at Shivan fighters and bombers on all sides. Garrett saw one of the gunships go about its work, chewing up another Moloch and blasting Shivan fighters out of the sky by the dozen. The fleet's well ordered formation disintegrated into chaos as capital ships slashed at one another with their beams, fighters darted after one another and hostile bombers while the capital ships clashed.
A wing of Basilisk fighters cleared the Dahaka's fighterbay, one fell to an anti-fighter beam from the Phobos and the rest managed to get out of range. As they circled back to strafe the corvette, a wing of Perseus interceptors came in from above and cut them apart, leaving only one of the original six fighters to limp away where it caught a stray anti-capital ship beam.
The port side beam flashed out again, not at the Moloch which was no longer in its firing cone, but at the Rakshasa the starboard beam had fired on earlier. As the Phobos came about, the paired forward beams slashed across the Dahaka's right side, one barely missing the fighterbay. As the ship passed, the four anti-capship turret weapons fired on the Moloch. They had concentrated their fire towards the Moloch's fighterbay and remarkably, three out of the four slow moving shots hit dead on target.
A moment later, the area where the fighterbay had been exploded. Those turrets don't pack that much power...one of the rounds must have found a loaded Shivan ship. It had been an incredibly lucky hit.
A moment later, one of those turrets and the crewmen manning it died as a Shivan bomb made it through the flak and impacted on it. The Phobos' forward beams fired again, slashing into the Dahaka's side. Garrett had positioned him slightly behind and to the right of the Moloch, an area where he could pound it without receiving much from it in return. The beams focused on the scorched hole that had been the fighterbay, burning into the unarmored decks beyond the breach.
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Kellan, 06-08-2000 02:58 PM
GTCv Brazen
Vega
The Brazen lurched and rolled slightly in subspace as the fleet sped towards its destination and to strike a hopefully mortal blow against the Shivan fleet massing to overrun the jump node that they had defended so well. After all the effort and so many lost lives, they would not yield to the Shivans. It was better to fight to the last and annihilate the Shivans in doing so, even if that was hardly an agreeable option.
Communications flashed between the vessels inside subspace. Though they were being kept to a minimum, some chatter was necessary to keep a fleet the size of this one in order. Frost received one such message as the fleet surged onwards. It was from Robertson on board the Brimstone.
“Watch it there, Brazen, you’re getting ahead of the pack a little. Reduce your speed. You don’t want to come out too fast and get vaporised by every ship in the Shivan armada, do you?”
“No sir, I don’t plan on dying out here, not today.” Somewhere to her left, Frost noticed someone reducing the Brazen’s speed.
“Certainly not today, Beth. You and I have a dinner date once this is over, remember?” Frost did remember. Hopefully they’d both be alive to fulfil it. On her immediate right her XO, Chris Carver smiled to himself as he overheard the message. She aimed a withering glare at him and the smile soon faded. The cocky young man simply raised a dark eyebrow at her and turned back to his station.
“I haven’t forgotten. I’ll be there. Frost out.” She cut the communications channel quickly. They were only wasting comms bandwidth. Besides, the journey was almost over. The navigation officer counted down the time until the Brazen would be back in normal space and the battle would begin. The end was in sight. The Brazen jumped in…
…To empty space. The ship didn’t lurch to one side as Frost had expected it to as Shivan beamfire cut through the hull, nor did the klaxons sound to warn of a hull breach. The Shivans were several kilometres off. All around the Brazen the Vega Fleet emerged from subspace and formed up into a deadly wedge. The Shivans responded in kind, their massive fleet edging forward. Swarms of glittering shards that could only be fighters and bombers launched from the hangars of the Shivan vessels. GTVA fighters began to close in too. For some reason communications remained open on Kohler’s ship, the Reaper. It appeared that the smaller cruisers and corvettes were going to be targeting the Shivan cruisers and corvettes – Cains, Mikelats, and Molochs among others. The minutes ticked by in terse silence on the bridge of the Brazen.
The first shots were fired and battle was joined.
The Brazen’s forward beam cannons lashed out against the nearest cruiser, a Cain, pinning it as it tried to turn and ripping great chunks from its hull. The Cain responded by firing it’s main beam, but it went wide of the Brazen and struck a cruiser. Frost thought that it was the GTC Ambrosia, but there was no time to take in such details, no time to think. The twin beams of a Mikelats designated Silith scored along the top of the Brazen and in retaliation the rear beams both fired upwards, burning through the corvette’s armour. One of the Shivan vessel’s beams was burned off, and several of its fighters and bombers were vaporised.
A fierce fighter and bomber scrap was developing on the port side of the Brazen. The Brazen spat flak at the hostile vessels and the Anti-fighter beams licked out like serpent’s tongues, causing a couple of the Shivan bombers to break off their attacks. Their bombs were shot down one by one, and only one or two impacted the hull of the Brazen. The corvette shook slightly, but little damage was done to any systems. Hull damage was something that they could handle for now, and there weren’t enough bombers attacking to do too much damage. The Brazen wasn’t their target. The Ambrosia was. The Cain cruiser in front of the Brazen got off another shot before sustained bomber and beam cannon fire annihilated it in a spectacular firestorm, cutting deep into the Ambrosia’s inner hull near the engine array. Shivan bombers threw themselves at the damaged area, releasing dozens of bombs. The Ambrosia’s fighters and nearby capships tried as best they could to defend the stricken cruiser, but it was too late. Over a dozen bombs hit home and the Ambrosia was obliterated quickly as its reactor blew violently, tossing fighters and bombers aside. Even the Brazen shook wildly.
Elsewhere on the battlefield the results of combat were mixed. The Desdemona, being the largest ship in the fleet had attracted its fair share of attention from the Shivan destroyers and juggernauts. The GTVID Unrelenting had been disabled, but the Brimstone was slicing its way through a Ravana. Frost felt a surge of relief to see that Robertson’s vessel was doing so well. However, the battle was not over yet. Damage was mounting on both sides, and the Shivans were giving as good as they got, and the battle lines were falling into chaotic skirmishes.
Frost noticed that Garret Falstaff was pulling some kind of clever offensive manoeuvre on a Shivan corvette – the Moloch-class Dahaka. He had pulled the Phobos up behind the corvette and destroyed its fighterbay. The Phobos pounded away at the Shivan vessel with impunity.
Before the SCv Silith could do any more damage to the Brazen, Frost ordered the helmsman to pull them up behind it. No point in taking unnecessary damage now, Frost thought. The battle isn’t over yet. It was moving parallel to the Brazen and above, but in the opposite direction. As it fired, the combined speed of both vessels moving away from one another caused the powerful red beams of the corvette to miss by nearly a hundred metres. As the Brazen pulled up behind the Silith, it swiped at the side of a nearby destroyer as it passed. The Silith remained in the fire arcs of the rear gunners and as the Brazen passed over the rear of the vessel they opened up on the vessel’s rear engine, destroying it with ease. Fighters and bombers flooded out of the Shivan bays only to be met with a wall of shrapnel death. Their warheads exploded so close to the bombers that they were taking damage themselves rather than the Brazen taking the brunt of it. Ares fighters swooped low, their cannons ripping gaping holes in the advancing Shivan lines before the Brazen finished the Shivans off.
The corvette drew to a halt behind the Silith and pounded away methodically. The Shivan beams were unable to target the Brazen. It was only a matter of time now. Thanks, for the tip, Garret.
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PeachE, 06-08-2000 05:14 PM
GTID Reaper
Vega
The Reaper was one of the first ships targeted by the Shivans. A demon class destroyer moved in to take the challenge.
"Admiral, a Demon ship from the rear of the Shivan armada, designation Adrammelech, is coming in fast on the starboard-bow."
"In beam range? Very well. Ready the main turrets and all turrets on the starboard side. All engines slow."
A lietennant approached the Admiral. "Sir, don't you think it would be wise to try an attack from the rear of that ship?"
Kohler turned around, obviously angry with the young officer. "And how would you suggest we do that? This ship is 4.5 km long and in tight quarters. She can't turn on a dime either, and if we tried, the stern would cut through the Erikson there. Now, slow all engines. And turn slightly starboard. We're going head to head. That Demon has a single beam on her bow. When she gets in range, blow it off her nose."
"Aye, Admiral."
The Reaper and the Adrammelech approached each other slowly, each one seeming to wait for something. Finally, they were in range of each other. The beam on the front of the Reaper lashed out at the Adrammelech, slicing through the forward beam turret. "Slow Starboard." was the next command and the Reaper started to move to the right of the demon, opening a side-to-side battle. Beams, turret-fire, and missiles exchanged themselves, while bombers and fighters crawled through the narrow separation of the two ships. The Reaper opened up all available beams, trying to disarm her opponent before the kill. GTVA fighters performed dives on the massive ship, firing their primaries at any turret in range, pulling up just in time. Finally the turrets on the port-side of the Adrammelech were destroyed, and the Demon struggled to turn about, all the while, helpless to the beams of the Reaper.
"Helm, get us out of blast-range of this Demon. She's about to go down and I don't want to take shockwave damage."
"Yes sir. Moving now... Out of blast range, Admiral."
"Men, our first kill of the battle. The Adrammelech has been destroyed."
"Admiral, communication from Captain Frost... INCOMING! Friendly Torpedo coming in and moving fast! Torpedo is from the Hellstorm. Contacting... GTGn Hellstorm, your Torpedo is heading for the Reaper! Self-destruct that warhead immediately!"
"GTVID Reaper, warhead is out of abort range. Repeat, warhead is out of abort range."
Kohler looked up at is communications officer when he heard this. "That is all. Helm, starboard turn! Brace for Impact! Gunners, try to shoot that thing down!"
The unique warhead, designated a Torpedo after its design, continued on its course, straight for the Reaper. The turrets on the threatened side fired franticly, trying to stop the warhead before it hit. But the turret-fire couldn't penetrate it and the missiles couldn't hit it. It continued on its course, doing its job better than expected.
"Impact in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Impact!"
"Hull breaches on decks 10 through 13! Communications sytem has been hit!... Automatic seals are activating. Hull breach and oxygen losses have been contained."
"Fine. Get me a full damage and casualty report and get to work on that communications system right away. And be quick about it. There are still plenty of Shivans out here! Communications, what was that message from Frost?"
"GTC Ambrosia has been destroyed, sir."
Kohler took a deep breath. "Well, we don't have time for a moment of silence out here. She was a good ship. But she won't be our last loss. Remember her and move on for now. We still nead to fight"
"Admiral, Belial destroyer is coming straight for us. Evasion maneuvers?"
"If we do, who will take her? No. Full advance. Time to go again."
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HeX, 06-08-2000 07:32 PM
GTVIJ Desdemona
Vega
12 hours after engaging the Shivan Armada
Pretala grabbed the arms of his chair as another blast rocked the Desdemona. Panels exploded in showers of sparks and officers ran to put out the fires. Pretala watched as the Juggernaut facing the ship was eviscerated by the Helix cannon and left as floating debris. A Moloch suddenly slipped into view and ripped a gash across the Desdemona's hull.
"Give me a report!" Pretala shouted.
"We've sustained 59% hull damage," a tech yelled over the noise of battle, "Several of our ships have taken heavy damage and we lost the GTC Ambrosia!"
"How much damage have we done?"
"Only about 45% of the Shivan fleet has been destroyed!"
"Damn it," Pretala cursed, "we'll never do the damage we need!"
"Sir!" shouted a sensor officer, "We just lost the GTVID Unrelenting! Most of the crew got away in escape pods and are heading for our docking bay."
"Re-direct them to one of the other ships who need crew replacements. We need every man we can spare!"
Pretala was suddenly thrown form his chair by a massive blast that blew out more control panels. Robertson helped him to sit again and noticed the wound on Pretala's forehead.
"Your wounded sir!"
"Forget it, I'll survive! Get me Kohler on the emergency comm.!"
Kohler's face, masked by occasional static, appeared on Pretala's chair-mounted screen. His face was dirty and his uniform ruffled. Behind him sparks flew and crew members raced about.
"Kohler," Pretala said as he wiped away blood, "how is the fleet holding up?"
"We've taken losses," Kohler said over the noise, "the wounded are beginning to overflow the medical bays. I've got 4 of those damn Cains ripping at my hull and we've taken damage to fire control."
"We'll try to help but…" Pretala was cut off as an explosion on the bridge sent the comm. officer flying backwards.
"Don't worry about us! Just keep those bastards at bay!"
The screen faded and Pretala turned back to the bridge. There was a thick smell of burnt electronics in the air along with the klaxon of alarms and the shouts of officers.
"Admiral!" shouted a Tech, "We've got serious damage to the bridge! Structural failure is immanent!"
"Evacuate the main bridge!" Pretala shouted leaping to his feet, "Get to the auxiliary bridge on deck 4! Move it!"
Pretala was the last out the door and turned just in time to see a Seraphim bomber launch it's deadly cargo at the bridge. Pretala dove through the doors and raced down the hall way. He entered the turbo-shaft just as the bombs impacted and ripped the bridge doors open. The turbo-shaft doors snapped shut and the lift raced down to deck 4. Pretala stepped into the dimly lit auxiliary bridge and sat in his new command chair.
"Report!"
"Hull has sustained 64% damage," the tech said as he checked his screens, "Shivan fleet is down…67%!"
"We'll won't make it through the rest at this rate! Order a retreat, we'll have to take our chances with the ships that survive the blast."
"Sir," Captain Robertson said as he looked over the sensor officer's shoulder, "scouts report that the 9 ships are entering subspace and on their way to this location. Sir they say that they were mistaken about the class of ship. The 9 ships are all Juggernauts!"
"How do you mistake a ship like that?!"
"They say the Shivans were using a new type of jamming. Estimated time of arrival, less then 20 minutes!"
The tech looked up from his station, his face pale "Admiral the hull is down to 21%! We can't take much more damage!"
"Evacuate!" Robertson shouted, "Get to your escape pods! GO!"
Pretala switched to his full broadcast system, "All ships retreat! We are pulling out now! Kohler do you hear me?"
Kohler's face appeared on the vid screen, "I heard you Admiral and I got the scout report. We are ready to receive any escape pods. We are pulling back to the Beta Aquilae node. By the way, we just received a report from command, GTVA reinforcements have arrived, 3 Destroyers and 5 Corvettes to help with the blockade. No names yet but we'll have time for that later."
"Kohler, I'm staying behind on the Desdemona."
"What!?"
"I'm going to overload the 6 dark matter reactors and the Helix power matrix. The blast will stretch for dozens of kilometers and should take out a significant portion of the Shivan fleet."
"Pretala are you mad!? Get off that ship! There are other ways!"
"None that are effective enough to work. I need to be here to keep her on course! Either get your ships clear or be vaporized! Kohler you are the finest man I've ever served with and I'm proud to tell you you'll make a fine GTVI Admiral!"
"GTVI Admiral? What are you talking about?"
"My last requests have been sent to GTVI command. They'll explain everything. Promise me you'll keep those monsters out Kohler!"
Kohler hesitated and then nodded, "I promise Pretala. Good luck and god speed!"
Pretala switched off the comm. and ran up to the engineering panel. Robertson grabbed his arm and spun the Admiral about.
"You are not staying here!" Robertson shouted.
"Get to your pod damn it! That's an order!"
"You can court marshal me later!"
"I'll shoot you in the leg and drag you to your pod! Either way you are going! Your going to be an Admiral in charge of my fleet soon enough, don't throw it away now!"
"To hell with being an Admiral!"
"They go back and live your life! Go back for Captain Frost! Don't leave her alone out there Jim!"
Robertson blinked for a moment and then nodded. He could see that there was no convincing the old Admiral. Robertson gave a crisp salute.
"It has been an honor sir."
Pretala returned the salute, "Just make sure you keep those Shivans back."
Robertson turned and ran out of the auxiliary bridge, leaving Pretala to himself. Pretala checked to make sure all the escape pods and the Upsilon device were away before he put the ship into full thrust and steered her for the Shivan fleet. He ran his fingers over the controls and an alarm began to blare.
"Warning," came the computers voice, "Core Overload Sequence initiated. Full core detonation will occur in 10 minutes. Minimum safe distance: 57 kilometers."
Pretala pushed the engines harder, keeping the ship on course for the Shivan fleet. The menacing ships opened fire with their vicious red beams sending debris flying.
"That's right you bastards! I'm coming for you and this time it's you who'll be running!"
The countdown ticked off: 10..9..8..7..6..5..4..3..2..
"FOR HUMANITY!"
The Desdemona's hull began to crack and swell as the blast pressed against the interior. The Shivan ships began to slow and tried to turn about but it was to late. The blast ripped outward as the 6 dark matter reactors turned space into a searing fireball. Shivan ships were torn apart and left drifting like black skeletons. The shock wave slammed into those ships outside the blast and chunks of hull were torn away like paper. By the end, only a few of the Shivan ships remained, badly damaged and trailing debris. The 9 Juggernauts warped in, entering into a sea of death.
GTVID Brimstone
Outer Vega
1 hour after the battle
Robertson stared out the window of the bridge as ships drifted past, most in various stages of repair. The Desdemona was gone, most of the fleet was heavily damaged and worst of all, Admiral Pretala, one of the finest men ever to serve, was dead. The blast had wiped out 89% of the Shivan fleet, falling well within the tech's parameters for using the Upsilon device. Robertson turned his attention to the Triton freighter floating nearby, it was all up to that bomb now. If it failed so did the defense of Beta Aquilae. Robertson looked again at the transmission from GTVI HQ promoting him to Admiral. Pretala had requested it along with the dropping of all charges against the TMB and the entry of Admiral Kohler into the GTVI. Robertson wished he was still a Captain and dead instead of Pretala. Robertson straighten up, he would morn later. For now there was still a war going on and it was far from over. He turned to his second in command, Pretala's daughter Sasha, and sighed. She was taking the news of her father's death with determination not sorrow. She knew that sorrow could wait until later. Robertson sat in his command chair and frowned, there was always time for vengeance however. When that fleet of Shivan ships was crushed by subspace, Robertson and Captain Pretala would have their revenge on those soulless Shivans. Then, Admiral Tiberius Pretala would truly be at peace.
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Short one due to nBSG being on tonight. That also ends page 5. Page 6 starts tomorrow, as well as the build up for the finale of the story.
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And we're back. Let's move along.
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Eishtmo, 06-08-2000 09:17 PM
Vega XII C - Hammer of Light Colony
Da'id panned his simple telescope across the night sky. High above him, a shimering effect could be seen in the sky, and that's what he centered on. The view through the telescope wasn't much better than the his own eyes, but it differanciated the thousands of specks of light that were there.
It was the Shivan's fleet around the Vega/Capella node. There were so many ships that they could be seen even from a great distance. Da'id sighed. Perhaps he had been wrong, maybe the Shivans truly were the Great Destroyers. With such a fleet, no one could win against them.
The Vasudan swung his telescope around towards Vega II. He could see a fire fight going on there. The thin light of beam weapons firing could just be seen through the archaic telescope. Da'id reached down and picked up a stronger magnifier which he attached to the telescope. Another look toward Vega II showed the beam lights better, but he still couldn't see any ships, not that he expected to.
Suddenly, a bright beam shot out across the stary background. A moment later, a large explosion as a mighty warship was destroyed. The Vasudan wondered whose ship had been destroyed. Even so, he continued to watch, rooting on the beams of light.
Then, most of the beams stopped. And then a large number fired off, concentrating on a single point. Da'id tried to figure out what was going on when it happened. A massive flash of light temporarily blinded the Vasudan. He rubbed his eye for a moment, and then looked through the scope again. The beams of lighte were gone. The battle was over.
Da'id sighed and turned his telescope back to the main Shivan fleet. "Victory or defeat," he said quietly. "They still have a long way to go."
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PeachE, 06-09-2000 01:19 PM
GTVID Reaper
Outer Vega
The fleet, wounded and scared, reformed its blockade on the jump node. Electric charges travelled down the scarred hulls, while repair ships desperately tried to have make-shift solutions ready by the time the Armada, now armed with 9 Juggernauts, arrived. Some ships, the Reaper included, had gaping holes carved into their body. Some of the captains prepared for the worst, readying all escape pods and transports, knowing they were already living on borrowed time.
Kohler sat in his command chair staring out towards space. One of the destroyers passed into view, the Vega star glimmering across the metal nameplate. Petrarch, a Hecate in honor of a great Admiral. Perhaps, one day I will see the Pretala flying by bridge. They could not choose a better name. Thoughts of the days events innundated his mind, flooding every neural passage, with the occasional overflow into his speech. He had to find a way to, at least temporarily, put it out of his mind. There was yet another threat from the Shivan Armada. The remnants of the once vast battle group were approaching. Unsatisfied with the blood they had already drawn, the Shivans would continue their advance until the last ship.
A briefing of the commanders had been held. A joint command of the fleet would remain, between the now Admiral Robertson, and Kohler. However, should a disagreement be reached between the two, Kohler would have the final say. That must have been what Pretala meant, Admiral in command over a GTVI fleet. Such a disagreement had been arrived at during the briefing, conscerning the Upsilon Device. The image was still fresh in Kohler's mind.
Roberson, a new Admiral, had risen from his chair to confront Kohler. "We must detonate the device, Kohler. The Armada is still strong, nine Juggernaust strong! If you wish to avoid any more losses, we must do it."
Kohler, put out with his new co-commander and the current situation, had blown up at Robertson. "And when the Shivans have found out we destroyed this Armada, what will they send to defeat us? Unless they intend to just ignore us or move on to another node, it will be an even larger force. And I don't want to need to count on those options! We can defeat this Armada! We will take damages, but we can win! An even larger force will crush us! We must save the Device for the next battle!" The debate had lasted for minutes, before Kohler used his powers, for the first time, to overrule Robertson.
Kohler leaned back in his command chair. What must he think of me? A crazed commander? Perhaps with some perverse need to die in battle? But I know... I know this is not the end. We will need that device when this battle is long over.
"Admiral... Admiral!"
"Oh, I'm sorry. I was thinking about something. I must have started day-dreaming. What is it?"
"Intelligence reports that four of the ships from the original Armada have survived the blast: one Demon, two Ravanas, and a Mikelats. They have joined with the nine Juggernauts and are on their way here. Estimated time: three hours."
"I don't suppose you have any good news for me?"
"Temporary repairs of the Reaper's hull have been complete, but nothing permanent. The communications system is still suffering from occasional EM interference, a leak of some sort. Engineering is looking into it."
"Forget about repairing the communications system. But find that leak."
"Yes Admiral."
Three hours. Not very long...
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Kellan, 06-09-2000 02:08 PM
NHD Abydos
Zeta Pegasi
Admiral Ryksos paced the bridge of the Abydos slowly, silently, watching his crew at work, stopping to look around and to think. A few of the crew fidgeted nervously under his steely gaze but most remained satisfactorily still and efficient. Out of the windows he saw nothing but the blackness of space and pinpricks of distant light. The occasional brightness of a nebula broke up the scene a little, but not by much.
What are we doing out here, and why? Ryksos wondered, as he paced. Chontamentet told me that a Pretender corvette had been sighted out here, but why send a destroyer to do the work? After the news that the Pretender is on board the NHD Imhotep, we should be in dock, performing final repairs, readying the Abydos – not on some wild Kleth chase for a corvette which may of may not be here. Even if we find a Pretender supply depot this patrol will not have been worth our while.
Ryksos has remained suspicious and wary throughout the patrol. What if the corvette is merely a ruse to draw us away from Zeta Prime and attack it, or attack us, as we are isolated and vulnerable? The Admiral ordered another sensor sweep and communications test – the seventh in four hours. So far the sensors had remained clear and the communications channels open. Ryksos hoped that it would stay that way – after all, the worst case scenario for a Pretender attack would be for the sensor display to fill with red dots as the comms channels were jammed with static. Hopefully the rotating protocol shifts that Ryksos had ordered to be set up would keep the Pretender’s communications jammers at bay - long enough for a distress call to be sent at the very least.
Ryksos was shaken from his reverie by one of the sensor operators. “Admiral, a large vessel is registering on our sensors. It will exit subspace within a minute.” Ryksos turned slowly and took a deep breath.
“Power up the main beam cannons at once, and ready a message to our forces in orbit over Zeta Prime requesting reinforcements. Do not send that message until ordered to do so.” There’s no point in pulling our forces away from home unless this really is a Pretender destroyer.
A blinding white point of light blossomed out into a blue whirlpool from which the prow of a massive vessel emerged. It was long and fairly thin. As the rest of the vessel emerged large engines and a high command tower became visible. The swirling mass of subspace closed up behind the destroyer.
It wasn’t the NHD Imhotep. Nor was it the Geb; in fact it was not any Pretender vessel. The destroyer that had ground to a halt before the Abydos was not Vasudan in origin. The pale metallic blue hull plating of the vessel and the distinctive shape confirmed that it was a GTD Hades class vessel. Terran.
“NHD Abydos, hold your fire!” the cry came from the Terran Hades. Ryksos opened a return communications channel to the vessel, now identifying itself as the Axion. At once, Ryksos recalled the vessel – it was the flagship of a group that had called itself the Vali Alliance, and was a sworn enemy of the NHOL.
“This is Admiral Ryksos. Identify yourself. This had better be good, Axion. We don’t like visitors around here – especially not from the Vali Alliance.” The response came quickly.
“I am Admiral Barry Hart,” the man on the other end of the channel replied. “We have come here to give you a message regarding the Eishtmo.”
“The one you speak of is not the Eishtmo! He is a Pretender! If you side with him then I have no choice. Gunnery, target the Axion. Fire when ready.” Ryksos’ voice was cold and emotionless, but inside him anger built. How dare the Terrans come here and side with the Pretender?
On board the Axion it seemed that there was some misunderstanding. “Pretender who?” the Admiral shouted. “What the hell are you on about, Abydos?” A fierce beam of energy struck the Axion’s shields. They shimmered and the vessel shook slightly. Hart shouted down his crew, telling him to hold their fire. “Ryksos, we know that the Eishtmo was a Terran.”
That last sentence made Ryksos start. “What?” he snapped. “Gunnery, hold your fire.” Gunnery complied quickly, but retained the target lock on the Axion, ready to lash out at a moment’s notice. Ryksos repeated himself. “What did you say, Admiral Hart?” The Eishtmo, a Terran?
Hart regained some of his composure. Clearing his throat, he began. “We’ve uncovered evidence that the Eishtmo was really Quinn Lazerus, a Terran raised by the HoL. We must meet with Ice Heart at once. Is that possible?”
Ryksos opened his mouth to say yes, but was silenced by his sensor operator. “Admiral, multiple jump points are forming! It’s the Pretender fleet!” Indeed, as he watched Ryksos saw a large Pretender strike force jump in, headed up by the NHD Imhotep. The Axion’s arrival must have alerted them. “Signal the Iron Fist at once. Tell Admiral Chontamentet that we are under attack by the NHD Imhotep and require immediate assistance.”
With two factions of Vasudan vessels and the Axion in the field, confusion was beginning to set in. Hart was firing off messages to the Abydos and the Pretender fleet while unable to fire on either side. This situation must be resolved quickly, Ryksos thought. Before he could do so, a message came through – from the Imhotep.
A deep Vasudan voice came through clearly. It was the Pretender himself. “Siding with the Terrans, Ryksos? Who is the traitor to the Neo-Hammer cause now, eh?” The Imhotep’s forward cannons powered up, menacingly. Ryksos signalled the confused commander of the Axion once again.
“Admiral Hart, those vessels are hostile to both your ship and mine. I can take you to Chontamentet, but not now. We must hold off the Pretender’s forces until the NHD Iron Fist arrives with reinforcements.” As a gesture of faith, Ryksos ordered the helmsman to pull the Abydos in front of the Axion, covering it, as Vasudan fighters and bombers streamed from the hangars.
“Understood, Abydos,” Admiral Hart replied. “We’re launching our fighters and bombers now.” Several kilometres away the Imhotep and it’s escorts – the Geb, and several cruisers and corvettes were doing the same. They vastly outnumbered the two Loyalist destroyers. A victory against this size of force seemed impossible.
I only pray that Harak can arrive in time to save us.
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Ice Heart, 06-09-2000 05:31 PM
NHD Abydos
Zeta Pegasi
The incandescent blue of jump points formed as the Loyalist reinforcements arrived. The Iron Fist led the way, accompanied by Kraken's vessel, the Anubis, three corvettes and five cruisers. Now the tables were turned and the Pretender was outnumbered, but the reinforcements were some way off and the Axion and Abydos would have to hold up on their own for the time being. All around the two destroyers fighters and bombers duelled to the death, the flares of their explosions lighting up the two massive vessels. With a shriek, the Axion's Ion Cannon tore through the centre of a Sobek corvette, sending the two halves spinning apart, venting gas and plasma.
"Admiral Ryksos, respond." Chontamentet's commanding voice came through over the comm. Ryksos was frankly quite surprised to see the Admiral so soon after sending the message to his forces. "Ryksos responding," he began. "We're holding up, Admiral, but reinforcements will be welcome. If I may ask, what are you doing here so quickly? The fleet could not have been readied so quickly after my message."
Chontamentet replied. "We had two spies aboard the Imhotep, both holding positions which would allow them to know where the Imhotep would be going. They died to send us word of the Imhotep's movement and the Pretender himself with it."
Ryksos understood the reason for sending the Abydos out then. It had been intended as a trap to lure the Pretender in, only it had not been the bait that had lured the Pretender out of hiding...
Aboard the NHD Iron Fist
Harak allowed himself a small smile. There was not much chance, but the trap worked!. He had hated to send Ryksos out here to be bait, but did so because he knew that the Pretender would want a chance at vengeance against the ship which struck the killing blow to his Jagganath.
It was then that he noted the Abydos was shielding another vessel, a huge destroyer class ship of some sort. He couldn't get a good view of it from here, but it was well within sensor range. "Sensors, give me a scan of the area."
The young officer did not understand the redundant request, after all they could see everything that was there, but performed his job anyway. A moment later, he replied with a quiver of fear in his voice. "Sir, I'm reading a Hades class vessel near the Abydos. Its the Axion"
So it was not my bait that drew the Pretender out...it was my worst fear.. The GTVA had found them, found them now when it was the worst possible time. And worse, it was the Vali Alliance, a sworn enemy to the NHOL. But as Harak watched, he realized the Axion was fighting along with the Abydos. For the moment, they had an ally against the Pretender's forces. He would ask Ryksos for details later.
Harak's reinforcements were just coming into beam range, many of their fighters and bombers were already ther, joining the fighter and bomber wings of the Axion and Abydos against the Pretender's forces. The Anubis and Iron Fist fired their main beams on the Geb, the nearest of the Pretender destroyers, boring into the hull breach it had sustained in the battle with the Jagganath.
It was not the Loyalist forces that would save the day and go down in history as the ones whom slayed the Pretender, but rather the Axion. As Harak watched, the powerful rail gun on the Axion fired and hit dead center on the armor plating where the bridge was. It had been slightly weakened by beam fire in the battle with the Kauket at the shipyard, but never repaired since it was such a small target. The bolt of accelerated metal punched clean through it and the Pretender died before he even knew the ship had been hit.
Aboard the Iron Fist, Harak did not know of this, though he did see a marked decrease for the moment in the Imhotep's weapon accuracy. He assumed it had simply suffered damage to a fire control station. It was not until he received a comm from the Imhotep's auxilary bridge a minute later that he realized something much more important had happened. A male Vasudan, tears running down his bony cheeks, was on a staticy screen and spoke. "I am Wehkren, Executive Officer of the Imhotep and second in command of the returned Eishtmo." He paused, not to catch a breath, but in emotional pain. "The...the Eishtmo is dead. I see that this battle is hopeless, we cannot win and we are unable to depart. Eishtmo would want us to fight on and kill as many Unbelievers as possible, but I now know that this one we called Eishtmo was truly a Pretender, as you said. The real Eishtmo would not have died so ignominiously as this Eishtmo. I am now the highest ranking officer in the Eishtmo's fleet, and I hereby tender our surrender to you."
Harak was stunned. In a moment, with a lucky well placed shot, months of brutal warfare were ended. What he had strived so hard for, had finally been accomplished. "I accept, order all of your ships to power down their weapons and engines. You will not be harmed. Those who do not comply will be considered as hostiles."
Harak told Ryksos and the other captains of what had just happened and ordered his ships now to only return fire. Wehkren followed the orders, the Imhotep's engines winked out and its weapons ceased firing. Shortly thereafter, the Geb and the cruisers and corvettes followed suit. Save one corvette, which managed to escape before it could be destroyed, the entirety of the Pretender's strike force had surrendered.
Wehkren transmitted confirmation that the Pretender had died to the rest of the Pretender's forces near Zeta X and ordered them to rendezvous with the rest of Harak's forces at Zeta Prime. Without the Imhotep and Geb, there were plenty of ships at Zeta Prime to handle any of the surrendered ships that decided to make a fight of it.
Harak opened a comm channel to the Abydos and Ryksos quickly gave him the story of the Axion's surprise arrival and the news that they had a message for the NHOL from the Eishtmo...the real Eishtmo. "Sir," Ryksos spoke after reiterating the story; "might I suggest that we meet with the Axion in orbit near Zeta Prime? I believe that they will not try anything, but it might be best to meet them there where we will have the majority of our forces available to respond if they do attempt an attack."
Harak agreed and allowed Ryksos to inform the Axion of the plan for meeting. He felt it would sound better coming from Ryksos, whom had demonstrated that he would not be hostile to the Axion, than coming from Harak, whom had arrived later to the battle. Ryksos informed him a few minutes later that Admiral Barry Hart, commander of the Axion, had agreed to the idea.
Then the Iron Fist, Anubis, Axion, and the surrendered Pretender vessels leapt into subspace for Zeta Prime. They arrived in orbit above the planet to find that the majority of the Pretender's ships had indeed complied with Wehkren's orders to come to Zeta Prime. Harak was proud of his troops, for he received not a single report of any mistreatment of the prisoners. Those whom had surrendered were being treated well, a Pretender cruiser and a number of fighters had attempted to escape, but now a debris field stood as a lesson to any other would-be escapees. They would be treated as prisoners of war if they surrendered, they would be killed immediately if they resisted. Unfortunately, not all of the Pretender's forces had surrendered. Two cruisers and a corvette had failed to show up and the chances were high they had joined that other corvette. It was to be expected that a few fanatics would like to fight on, Harak had suspected many more would have joined them...perhaps not all of the Pretender's followers were as willing as he had believed.
The Axion was in a very exposed position, with the Iron Fist and Anubis to either side, the Abydos directly behind it, and a pair of corvettes holding station in front of it. Harak had planned it that way, he and his most trusted officers would meet Hart aboard the Axion. Hart was not a stupid man and would not dare harm them with enough firepower on all sides to blast the ship apart despite its shielding.
Ryksos was now one of the few who knew the secret of the Eishtmo, Hart had told him that the Eishtmo was a Terran and Harak confirmed it when Ryksos asked if it was true. Ryksos, Kraken, and Harak's XO, Khentimentiu, would accompany him to the Axion to hear this message Hart claimed to have...
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Eishtmo, 06-09-2000 08:02 PM
Zeta Prime - VAD Axion
Rear Admiral Barry Hart stood cautiously on the flight deck of the Axion. Slowly, the NHOL transport came down onto the deck, and with it came Hart's eyes. He would have prefered to simply transmit the message and then head back, but apparently, most of the NHOL didn't know the true orgins of the Eishtmo. The reason was obvious, if they knew the Eishtmo was Terran, they would never have followed him.
He only wished he was meeting with Quinn Lazerus, the Eishtmo. Instead, he would have to deal with the highest ranking officers in the Neo-Hammer of Light, people who he had once vowed to destroy.
Out of the transport, in all the splendor of a great leader, came Vice-Admiral Harak Chontamentet also known as Ice Heart, the leader of the NHOL. Barry gave the NHOL leader a standard GTVA salute, and Harak did the same. Then the Vasudan held out his hand. Barry hesitated, then grabbed Harak's hand and shook it gently.
Barry then lifted the only translator on the ship to his neck. "Follow me Admiral," he said. And the group made their way through the Axion to a small, isolated room. Barry stopped and looked at Harak's antorage. "I'm sorry," he said. "This message is for Ice Heart alone." One of the other Vasudans protested, but Harak called him off. Than Barry and Harak entered the room, togeather.
Harak sat down at the main table as Barry went toward the front of the room. Suddenly, Harak let out a noise. Barry spun around to see Harak gestering that he would wear the translator. Barry slid it across the table to the Vasudan who put it on.
"It will be much easier this way," Harak said after fitting the device to his neck. "Now, how did you learn the truth?"
Barry looked at him. "I didn't," he said. "The Eishtmo hid the truth in an escape pod which we only recently found."
"I see," Harak said. "And why did you come here in peace? Was it because of the truth?"
"Hardly," Barry said. "Personally, I would have lead an attack on you whether I knew the truth or not." Barry sighed. "But the current situation requires that we work togeather."
"What situation?" Harak asked. His interest seemed peaked.
"Uh," Barry stalled. "I'll just let the Eishtmo tell you himself." And with that he placed the disk into the consel and activated it.
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TO: Vice-Admiral Harak "Ice Heart" Chontamentet
FROM: "The Eishtmo" Quinn Lazerus
SUBJECT: The Lies I've Told
Hello Ice Heart. If you're listening to this, then you did what I told you to do. I'm sorry I didn't tell you what I will be doing, but I'm sure you understand that it was necessary. If you had known, the GTVA could use it as an excuse to kill you and the rest of our people. Perhaps they still will, but at least you now have proof that I never told you my plans to destroy the Earth.
But by listening to this, a series of events have taken place that have made it necessary for you to disobey my final orders. You do not have to do anything I ask, but I wish you would, I would prefer it. Harak, I lied to you. I lied to you about the Victorious. It is not one of a kind, it never was. There are nineteen just like it.
I don't know where they came from. I only know that they look like they may have been built by the Ancients and that they were well hidden. I was shocked at their discovery, and troubled by it. You see, when we explored the ships we found the bodies of Terrans and Vasudans on every deck of every ship we explored. I have come to believe that these ships may very well have been built by our two species to fight the Shivans, but I cannot know for sure.
It was then I decided to rebuild one, the symbol of resistance against the Shivans, and of unity between Terrans and Vasudans. The Victorious was the result of this work, but it was not the first. No, Ice Heart, it was the second. And the first is why I have left this message.
I have given Ma'thon strict orders that the other ship, called the Absolution, not be revealed to the GTVA unless the Shivans return. If you are listening to this, the Shivans have. The GTVA has probably followed a path I had established to visit my colony, Formatia, and discovered the Absolution. They probably also discovered that the entire ship has been programed to only be used by the members of the Neo-Hammer of Light.
This is where I want you to come in. Since only Believers can operate the Absolution, you must lead your people to do such. I know that helping the GTVA is against all you believe in, but it is what I believe in. Assist the GTVA in defeating the Shivans, and use the Absolution to do it.
Please do it Ice Heart. If you don't, the GTVA may very well fall, and eventually so will the NHOL.
END OF MESSAGE
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Harak sat there stunned at the revelation. "I would never have believed it," he said.
"Believe it," Barry said.
"How many Shivans are there?" Harak asked.
"I don't know exactly," Barry said. "Last I heard, they were gathering a massive force in Vega. That was a while ago, though."
"Does the GTVA stand a chance alone?" Harak asked hopefully.
"No."
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Kellan, 06-10-2000 03:29 AM
GTCv Brazen
Vega/Beta Aquilae
The Brazen’s battered form drifted past the even more scarred hull of the GTVID Reaper, Kohler’s command vessel. The light of electric torches as they welded temporary plating to the hulls could be seen creating tiny spots of light on the flanks of the destroyer. On board the Brazen itself the techs and repair vessels were working overtime to fix up the damage sustained during the dying minutes of the battle that they had just survived. A Demon class destroyer had made the Brazen its unwilling target. Most of the potential damage had been avoided, but a couple of gashes on the port side required some attention. Once again the acrid smell of burnt circuitry and the business of the bridge with so many techs on board had made an unwelcome return to the Brazen.
The final moments of the battle remained burned into Frost’s memory, never to be erased. The casualties had mounted as the Unrelenting; Ellil and several other vessels had been destroyed. Now some of the GTVI officers stationed on board the Unrelenting were serving on her own vessel. The Brazen had broken off as Pretala’s voice had ordered everyone to get away from the battle zone. It had been chaotic, and some of those that were trapped in disabled vessels or escape pods hadn’t made it. Above all that, Pretala and the Desdemona were gone, though the Admiral’s noble sacrifice had dealt with 89% of the Shivan fleet. The explosion was registered back at the Beta Aquilae node. Pretala had given the rest of the Vega Fleet time to regroup and repair, but paid dearly for it.
Now the message had gone out from Kohler and Robertson that there was another Shivan fleet – containing nine Juggernauts – headed for the Vega Fleet and set for arrival in three hours. Three hours. It wasn’t much time. Additionally, although most didn’t know about it, Frost’s contact with Robertson had revealed that Kohler had overruled his decision to use the Upsilon Device. They would have to fight the Juggernauts with a diminished fleet of damaged vessels. The Brazen would be ready, but many would not.
Fortunately there had been an influx of GTVA reinforcements, headed up by the destroyer Petrarch. With them there was at least a small hope that the Juggernauts could be turned back. It looks like our dinner date is off, Jim. She had decided to write him a message – after Carver’s less-than-supportive response last time, she was keeping it low profile.
Jim,
I’m sorry to hear about Pretala. He was a good man and a great Admiral and he died for the most noble of causes. Pass my condolences on to Sasha, please.
Repairs on board the Brazen are going well and we’ll be ready for the battle, but it looks like our dinner date is off, again. When we get out of this that’s going to have to be one damned good dinner.
Love, Beth.
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Ice Heart, 06-10-2000 08:41 PM
VAD Axion
Zeta Prime
"Does the GTVA stand a chance alone?" Harak asked hopefully.
"No."
Harak was silent for a few moments. "We will do as our fallen leader requests, not out of sympathy, but because the Eishtmo requested it. I will inform my comrades of this and we shall depart ASAP. Now, I have two requests for you."
Barry was uneasy, but told him to continue. "First, I want your promise that, no matter the enmity between my people and the Vali Alliance, you will never attack us once this is over. Though I know it would mean our eventual destruction, I could not bring myself to help you if I did not try to ensure that we are not annihilated by the GTVA after this is finished. Secondly, if you've any evidence that the Eishtmo was a Terran, I must have it or at least have copies of it. I must convince our people that he was a Terran, it will cause us much upheaval and unrest, but it will be better than another Pretender rising again." Perhaps its silly to think of what will happen later since the chances are we will not survive this...but I must ensure we have a future.
Barry didn't like the requests, particularly the first one, but he consented. "The Vali Alliance will not come back to attack your kind if we survive this. You realize that I may not speak for the entire GTVA, or even some of my troops, I know you will find it unsatisfactory, but that is the best I can give you. As for your second request, I do have some solid evidence, not much but it should be proof enough."
"It will suffice." Harak said simply. The requested promise was merely words but it was the best that he could have gotten. "If you will excuse me, we have many preparations to make and time is vital." He stood and approached Barry, and extended his hand again. Barry hesitantly took it. "I will contact you when we are ready to depart, Admiral Hart." He removed the translator and left it to Barry, they had a few such devices but it appeared that the one Admiral Hart had allowed him to use might be the only one aboard the Axion.
With that he left and his officers, full of questions but not daring to ask aboard the Axion, followed to the docking bay. They boarded their transport and left...
Personal Log
Vice Admiral "Ice Heart" Harak Chontamentet
The preparations are nearing completion. The planet below is in turmoil after twin shocks, first the Pretender's death and mass surrender of most of his fleet, and then the revelation that the Eishtmo, the real Eishtmo, had been a Terran. There are still the occasional suicide bombers, but their attacks have dropped markedly...many are not so willing to sacrifice their lives for a leader whom is now dead and really had been no more than a Pretender. Now, there are riots and general civil mayhem to deal with, something that is proving much easier for our ground troops to handle than fighting the Pretender's elusive ground forces.
I will leave General Severek and all of the ground forces behind, they will serve no purpose in crewing the Absolution and are much more needed here. I will also leave the NHD Anhur with two corvettes and two cruisers here to deal with the Pretender's few renegade ships. Their force is now no more than two corvettes and three cruisers crewed by the most fanatical of followers. The force I leave behind will be enough to deal with the fanatics, the rest of the fleet will depart with the Axion for the Formatia system, where we will crew the Absolution. Admiral Hart says the Absolution will require only 20,000 crew, but the main concern is pilots needed for the thousands of fighters aboard the juggernaut. So, when we get there, the 20,000 will be drawn from each ship. In this way, my ships will still remain functional and we will not empty any vessels of their crew entirely. Their effectiveness will be reduced only slightly, but it is a better idea than leaving deserted capital ships floating about.
Remarkably, more than 85% of the Pretender's former personnel have expressed an intense desire to be pardoned of their actions, primarily because they now find their dead leader repulsive since he deceived them. I do not entirely trust them, but we need all the personnel we can find. All of the surrendered ships, save the Imhotep, are in nearly peak condition for the coming battle. The Imhotep was seriously damaged and can be salvaged, but it won't be repaired in time for our departure. It will remain here in our shipyards for repair.
As for the fighters, Hart tells me the ships aboard the Absolution have proven to be better than any fighters or bombers we have in simulations. We will transfer the entirety of our pilots to the Absolution to familiarize themselves with the new ships, however, I will request the Absolution's commander to return at least one-quarter of the trained pilots and their ships once they are familiar with their equipment. I wish to have some fighter defense for our ships in the event that something should happen to the Absolution's hangar bay, much as happened to the Colossus in the Second Great War.
We will follow with the Absolution. From what Admiral Hart tells me, the GTVA can use all the help it can find and I want to be there as I do not entirely trust my old foe. This will also serve the purpose of showing the GTVA that we no longer mean them harm, that we merely wish to live in peace. If we show that we are willing to die to help our former enemy, it will be better proof than any words I could offer of our sincerity.
End Log
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Eishtmo, 06-10-2000 08:41 PM
TO: All Ships In The Vega Field Of Operations
FROM: Galactic Terran-Vasudan Alliance Command
SUBJECT: New Orders
All ships in the Vega field of operations are to immediatly leave the system for friendly lines. Ships in need of repair will be sent to repair facilities behind front lines. All other ships and operational fighters will take up postions on defensive lines. No ship is to remain in the Vega System for any reason.
Command Out.
END OF MESSAGE
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Now things get interesting. If you haven't started reading yet, you'll probably want to start with the next post.
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Nothing today. I'm too tired. Tomorrow, I promise.
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And I'm back.
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PeachE, 06-10-2000 09:40 PM
GTVID Reaper
Vega
Two Hours, 53 Minutes Later...
"Admiral, transmission from Admiral Robertson."
"Put him through... Hello, Admiral."
"Admiral Kohler, I am informing you that the Upsilon Device is being moved into position for the Armada's arrival."
"You defy my orders?!"
"No. I have authorization from GTVI Headquarters. They have ordered me to detonate the device."
"You went over my head?! This command will never work if we cannot establish trust!"
"Trust?! For you? ... I advice you to move your ships well out of blast range. If any of our wounded ships get caught in the subspace opening, they will be destroyed. Do you understand? Admiral? We have less than ten minutes!" Admiral Kohler continued to stare at his communications display. His bridge officers waited for a response of some kind, but he remained, cold as ever. "Admiral, I hereby relieve you of your command, with proper authorization from headquarters. I order you to move your ships, now!"
"Very well... Sir. Do what you must. Comm, end this transmission."
As the Triton moved into position, the other ships edged out of range of the blast. Once the Triton itself was out of range, the device was activated. It tracked the incoming armada's path, created a simply massive subspace opening, and jumped into the oncoming ships. Almost as soon as it entered, it detonated, creating a blast visible from the GTVA ships. The Shivans had been very close. Debri shot out of subspace every which way, before a whole Sathanas, the lone survivor of the journey, spun into the blockade. The main beam cannons of every ship opened on the crippled ship. The Shivan Armada was finally gone.
Kohler then reopened communications with the Brimstone. "Are you satisfied, Admiral? The Shivan Armada has now been destroyed."
"Kohler, I've just recieved orders from Command. We are to pull out of the Vega system as soon as possible."
"So, we will be departing for Beta Aquilae, Sir?"
"Yes. The Gladiator will be escorting your fleet, the reenforcements, and most of my ships to Beta Aquilae Headquarters. Your ships and their crews will be reassigned at Command's disgression. Your Commanders will remain at Beta Aquilae Headquarters until further notice. And as for you... well, this is it for you, Kohler. Command will decide what to do with you, but I can tell you right now, that was your last fight in this war. This last battle and your willingness to put the entire node, the entire fleet, at risk was just the last straw for Command. Too bad, GTVI had great plans for you... Oh yes, GTVI personnel will be boarding the Reaper and your other ships in a little while. They will make sure you get to Beta Aquilae without trouble."
"I don't suppose I'll have the pleasure of going with you to headquarters as well?"
"I'm afraid not. Not that it really matters to you any more. No, the Brimstone and all of my ships not needing extensive repairs will be joining the defensive lines in Beta Aquilae at the Vega Jump Node. Ships under my command needing further repairs will be travelling with you as far as headquarters, where they will recieve the repairs they need and also be sent to the defensive front. That is all Kohler. You are dismissed."
Some time later, the personnel did arrive. Kohler and some of his officers participated in "active resistance" to the boarding and were confined to the brig for their troubles. Kohler looked out of his cell window, towards the Brimstone. Her small grouping of able ships was already heading for Beta Aquilae to take up their position on the defensive front. As he leaned back against his bunk, the movement of the engines began to vibrate the walls of his cell. It wouldn't be long now... the complete end of the TMB. Robertson will like that. He seems to be big on closure. The engines gave a final lurch while the ships jumped into subspace. No, not long at all.
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Velocity7, 06-11-2000 08:44 PM
6/11/2384
GTC Redway
Capella Nebula
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"We are reaching Sector 259, Captain."
Velocity 7 looked up. "What are you picking up on the scanners?"
"Wait a minute...my god! We've got about 10 juggernauts hovering around there!"
"What?! I thought Denas said there weren't any!" Velocity 7 exclaimed.
"Well, forget about that. Seems to me that those juggernauts aren't going anywhere. Looks like a reserve," the officer said.
Velocity 7 thought for a moment. "Well, let's just run some scans. Maybe get some more inside information on the Shivans. Send Alpha wing with Pegasus class fighters to scan it."
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Hours later...
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"What did you get?" Velocity 7 asked.
"Well, some tactics information, that's all. They're planning a total strike on the Vega/Capella node, to keep the Terrans away, that's all."
"Not surprising."
A beep could be heard across the bridge. "Captain, receiving an incoming transmission. It's from Command. This is what it says:"
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TO: All Ships In The Vega Field Of Operations
FROM: Galactic Terran-Vasudan Alliance Command
SUBJECT: New Orders
All ships in the Vega field of operations are to immediatly leave the system for friendly lines. Ships in need of repair will be sent to repair facilities behind front lines. All other ships and operational fighters will take up postions on defensive lines. No ship is to remain in the Vega System for any reason.
Command Out.
END OF MESSAGE
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"That's just great. We're not part of the Vega area. But that means--GTVA forces aren't there anymore!"
"There won't be any more reinforcements, Captain. There's probably also 30 Sathanas juggernauts waiting for us back at the node."
"That's just ****," Velocity 7 frowned. "guess we'll have to hang around. I hope the GTVA comes up with some plan before we can make our run. Our job's already done here, and I'm getting a bit 'nebula-sick'."
"Captain, receiving a message from the Admiral of the GTD Trident. He says there's a Shivan supply outpost at Sector 113. We can go there, kill off some Shivans, and 'pack up' before we leave."
Velocity 7 thought for a moment. "Make it so."
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Captain's Log
6/11/2384
Command has just given forces in Vega new orders to turn around and leave. With that happening, I don't think we'll be able to leave the nebula anytime soon. With Shivans flowing from Gamma Draconis to Capella like a violent river, there doesn't seem to be a chance the GTVA will actually win. The odds are against us.
What worries me even more is where Captain Ripper is. Helm hasn't been able to contact the GTC Horan for weeks now, and I don't know if we can get any transmissions back. They must have journeyed with Ma'thon far beyond the reaches of the galaxy, so far that I don't know what the hell they would be doing out in the middle of nowhere.
If, and only if we survive, I'm going to take a long vacation back in Beta Aquilae. I hear the beaches are very nice...
END LOG
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HeX, 06-11-2000 09:19 PM
GTVID Brimstone
Beta Aquilae Defense Zone
Robertson drummed his fingers on his chair's armrest. He wished Kohler hadn't forced him to take action. The GTVI would probably try to stop the treason charges but this latest escapade would loose the Admiral some favor in the ruling. Captain Sasha Pretala stepped up behind him.
"Was it wise to imprison Kohler sir?" she asked.
"I couldn't let him try to stop me Captain," Robertson said with a sigh, "I wasn't going to let him sacrifice the lives of so many people like that. There was no other way to get him and his ships out of Vega."
"Understood sir. The other problem is the loss of the Upsilon Device. What if we need it again?"
"No worries Sasha. I have just received word from GTVI Headquarters that a second device is being shipped to us. However, I would rather not use such a weapon again so soon. According to the development team, a second detonation in the same system within 5 years of use could result in the obliteration of all life in the system. A bit too risky if you ask me."
"Sir," the comm. officer called, "word from GTVI command. Admiral Alexandra Nalina is on her way here to discuss the matter of Admiral Kohler sir."
"Admiral Nalina!" Sasha Pretala said in shock.
"Yes," Robertson said grimly, "the head of the GTVI herself. I thought she might come here. What is her ETA?"
"Two hours sir," the comm. officer replied, "she left Ribos and is entering Antarese."
"I have a bit of time to prepare a report then."
"What about the dinner sir?" Sasha said with a raised eyebrow.
"Damn! I almost forgot. I have dinner scheduled with Captain Frost later tonight. I'll just have to watch the clock I guess."
"I'll keep things together here sir. If the Admiral arrives what should I tell her?"
"Tell her I'm at an important meeting."
"Aye sir. Good luck!"
Robertson stopped half way to the door and turned with a grin, "Just what is that supposed to mean?"
Sasha Pretala smiled and saluted. Robertson returned the salute and stepped into the elevator. As the doors closed he heard the other crew members cheer him on.
As the doors closed he shouted, "Your all on report for that." The doors closed and he smiled. Even bridge officers could be a bit childish sometimes.
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Eishtmo, 06-11-2000 10:12 PM
Formatia System - The Absolution
Ripper stood in his dress uniform in line with the rest of the Horan's command staff. He glanced over at the Horan herself. The ship that had literally been through hell had been completely rebuilt. Every inch of it's hull had been rebuilt and shined. Ripper smiled. He was damn proud of his ship.
But he had more important things to attend to, mainly the arrival of the Neo-Hammer of Light commanding officers. Su'mit was sweating bullets, it seemed the shear thought of meeting Ice Heart had made him weak. Ripper was anxious as well. Would the NHOL take the Absolution by force and then refuse to help the GTVA. Would he and his crew be exicuted? Was this a trick?
Out of the NHOL transport came Ice Heart, the leader of the Neo-Hammer of Light. Ma'thon ran up quickly to meet him. The began greeting each other, without translators. After a few moments, Ma'thon stood back and removed the data pod from his shoulder, flipped it over, and opened the other end.
"What's going on?" Ripper whispered to Su'mit.
"Apparently," Su'mit said. "The Eishtmo had expected Ice Heart to take something, and he didn't."
"What was it?"
"I do not know."
Ice Heart took a small trinket from Ma'thon, reluctantly. He then took Ma'thon's translator and walked up to Ripper. "Captian Ripper," Ice Heart said. "I am Vice-Admiral," the Vasudan coughed, replacing his words. "I mean, Grand Admiral Harak Chontamentet, leader of the Neo-Hammer of Light." He then held out his hand.
Ripper took it. "It is an honor to meet you," he said as they shook hands. "We have much to discuss, follow me."
"Of course," Harak said. He then turned to Su'mit. "Are you the one who helped discover the truth of the Eishtmo?"
"I am sir," Su'mit said.
Harak nodded his head at Ma'thon. Ma'thon reached into the data pod and removed yet another trinket and handed it to Su'mit. "Commander, I hearby promote you to the rank of Captain," Harak said.
"Thank you sir," Su'mit said. The translator hid his shock better than his eyes did.
"Shall we go now?" Harak asked.
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"It is a beautiful ship," Harak said. "It is a shame the other 18 were destroyed."
"We had no choice," Ripper said. "It was either us or them. I made the only choice available."
"And a wise one it was," Harak said. "I shall draw a crew for the Absolution from each of my ships. I can do the same for pilots, but I will need some of them back for fighting the Shivans."
"Of course," Ripper said. "Now all we need to do is get back to GTVA space."
"Damnit!" Thomas said. "That's gonna take forever!"
"What do you mean?" Harak asked.
"He means," Ripper said. "That we would have to make our way past a black hole and a jump node between two stars. It won't be an easy trip."
Ma'thon laughed. "We do not have to go through all that again."
"You mean we went the long way?" Su'mit asked.
"No," Ma'thon said. "We took the only way here. There is another way back." He walked over and activated the consel. "I told you there were many one way nodes in the System of a Thousand Jump Nodes. When we invaded the GTVA and entered Beta Aquilea, we discovered the probes we had sent through one of them. All we must do is use that node to get back."
Ripper looked at Ma'thon for a moment. "Well then, I guess that's settled. This meeting is dismissed."
Everyone got up and began to leave when Harak called out to Ripper. "Captain," he said. "I think it would be wise for you to command the Absolution."
"Me?" Ripper said with surprise. "Why?"
"I do not think the GTVA would trust this ship if it was commanded by a member of the NHOL," Harak said. "You, however, will be trusted, a bit more at least."
"I suppose," Ripper said.
"Very well," Harak said as he stood up. "It is settled. I will be on the Iron Fist, good luck to you Captain."
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PeachE, 06-11-2000 10:34 PM
GTVA War Crimes Tribunal
Command High Court
Case #07152384
GTVA vs. Nicholas Kohler
Kohler stood face-down in front of a 12 member council: six Terrans and six Vasudans. A tall woman approached the microphone, obviously chosen to announce the results of the trial, which had gone strangely fast, even for war-time.
"Admiral Nicholas Kohler, as you are well aware, it is not the policy of the GTVA to press charges against more experienced officers during war-time. However, it is the belief of the GTVA that this is necessary. Your actions in Vega could have put the entire fleet, the entire node, and even possibly Beta Aquilae, at risk to the Shivans. You risked the lives of hundreds of thousands of men and when risking Beta Aquilae, you risk the life of the GTVA itself. We do not know your motives for this, but your motives are not at hand. What is on trial is what you did, and what you have done in the past. And now, the sentencing will be read, starting with the lesser charges:
On the charge of Conduct Unbecoming an Officer, specifically during the GTVI boarding of the ship known as "Reaper", this court finds you guilty. On the charge of the Engagement In Disorderly Conduct, during same event, this court finds you guilty..."
The lesser charges piled on, one on top of another. Everything Kohler had ever done was piling up in front of him. Theft of materials, diverting funds, using military funds for rebel purposes... Everything. It was all coming back at him at once. Finally, the courts reached the higher charges.
On the charge of Willfull Destruction of GTVA Property, during your membership of the group known as the "Terran Marauder Battle Group", this court finds you guilty as charged. On the charge of Willfully Destroying a GTVA Vessel(s), during the same, this court finds you guilty. On the two separate charge of Treason, in your defection to the previously mentioned group and your willful risk of GTVA systems and ships, this court finds you guilty... "
The charges were over. It seemed the only thing not thrown at him was murder. He wondered why at first, but then it became clear. They didn't want to execute him, the mandatory sentence for murder.
"Admiral Kohler, because of your efforts previous to your removal, during the Shivan Invasion, and your previous attempts to bring peace between the former Terran Marauder Battle Group and the GTVA, the prosecution's request in seeking the death penalty is hereby denied. However, for being found guilty on two counts of treason, this court cannot allow you to continue your service in the GTVA. It is our finding that you are to be stripped of your rank of Admiral and dishonerably discharged for your crimes. You are to be taken to Talnia I, where you will remain for the rest of your natural life. There, you may watch as Alliance Vessels pass by, vessels that you will never again set foot on. Admiral Kohler, do you have a final request?"
Kohler lifted his head from its bowed position to stare into the face of the woman reading the sentence. He remained silent and his face remained cold.
"Very well. There will be a transport waiting for you at 1500 hours at Docking Point C. If you are not there on time, officials have been ordered to seek you out and bring you back to this court, dead or alive. Case dismissed."
Kohler once again bowed his head to the officials. He turned and walked out of the small courtroom. His holding room was off to the right. He would spend the next few hours preparing for the transport. He wasn't surprised by the court's verdict. He himself had predicted it. He was happy though that his commanders were being reassigned to the defensive lines, back to their old ships.
[5 minutes till transport]
Cleansed, Shaved, and in the dress uniform of the Terran Marauder Battle Group, Kohler exited his room. Stripped of his rank, separated from his men, convicted of Treason, but Kohler would be damned if he would leave without his dignity. As he approached the docking point, two officials in black uniforms came towards him. "Nicholas Kohler?" Kohler nodded. He had remained silent since the beginning of the trial, not opening his mouth even in his own defense. "Follow us." The two men escorted him to the docking station where they all boarded an already cramped Omega. The hatch sealed, the engine ignited, and the transport was away.
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Kohler finally decided to break his silence. Something struck him as peculiar. "I hate to be a bother, but you're going the wrong way. Talnia is that way. You're heading for Vega."
"We're not going to Talnia. We're going to the front."
"Might I ask, why?"
"Admiral Nalina has requested your presence at a meeting between herself and Admiral Robertson."
"And why does Admiral Nalina wish to see me?"
"I am not at liberty to say."
"You mean you don't know."
"I am not at liberty to say."
"Typical GTVI. Anyway, this had better not take long. I don't want to be late for my eternity in the desert." One of the GTVI officers chuckled at that last remark. Kohler furrowed his brow at this. Does he know something I don't?
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Kellan, 06-12-2000 03:02 PM
GTCv Brazen
Beta Aquilae
Begin Log
We’re pulling out of Vega on orders from GTVA Command. I don’t know quite what’s going on, but it seems that we’ve been reassigned to the front lines in Beta Aquilae and we’ll be told more at a later date. The Brazen is almost fully repaired so it’ll be heading straight for the line. However, the more damaged vessels will not. They’ll be headed for repair facilities before we meet up again.
In the meantime I’m going to meet Jim on board the Brimstone, the Fleet’s new flagship. It turns out that he got some kind of special dispensation from GTVI Command to use the Upsilon device, and it destroyed the Shivan Juggernaut fleet. We didn’t have to fight and die, but the word is that he and Kohler had a major disagreement on the whole thing. I want to find out what’s going on; and I might get that dinner at last, too. I’ll leave Chris Carver in charge of the Brazen while I’m gone – they’ll be making the journey through subspace without me.
End Log
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Robertson had put on some old romantic music from Earth and the lighting was lowered slightly. Frost smiled to herself; for all of his military bluff, he could be a romantic man when the time suited him. His quarters on the Brimstone were relatively large, considering that this was a military destroyer and not a pleasure yacht, and were tidy, though there was hardly enough in them to create any mess. From the small kitchen area that a Captain or Admiral’s quarters possessed came the smell of cooking. It smelt like Italian, or some kind of Antares dish.
Robertson came into the room wearing the most casual clothes he had on board the Brimstone. Even they weren’t that casual – still smart trousers and shirt. However, he carried a large metal container, filled with ice and sat in the ice was a bottle of the ship’s wine.
“Dah-dah,” he said, putting down and pouring into two glasses. He handed one to Frost. “Here’s to you Beth, for looking so damn stunning in that dress.” She raised her glass and it clinked on his. She smiled, as did he, though his eyes lacked the sparkle of hers. He looked a little worn-down.
“What’s the matter, Jim?” Frost asked with some concern. She held his hand in hers.
Robertson sighed heavily and stretched his legs. “Rough day Beth, you do not want to know. The bridge crew was giving me hell about this dinner, and I just found out that Admiral Nalina herself is headed over here to see us all. Take it from me, it’s not a social call.” Frost looked surprised at the news. “Don’t look so surprised, she’s probably here about Kohler.”
“What about Kohler?” Frost asked with some confusion.
“You haven’t heard? Well, you might as well find out from me: after the Upsilon Device got used I got authorisation from GTVI Command to remove Kohler of command. Seems that they wanted him now.”
The news took a moment to sink in – that Kohler, the Admiral in charge of half of the Vega Fleet had been removed? A wave of anger and frustration quickly swept through Frost, overcoming her better judgement for a few moments. “What the hell are you doing, Jim? Are you crazy?” Frost spat the words out with the wine that she had been drinking in Robertson’s quarters. Removed from duty at a time like this?
“Kohler is a danger to GTVA forces, Beth. He betrayed us to join the TMB and I still don’t trust the guy. GTVI had him removed from duty, not me. I don’t know what they want to do with him now, but it’s out of my hands.”
“No it isn’t, you know you can do something. Get him out of the Reaper’s brig, or wherever he is.”
“Beth, I wasn’t lying when I said it was out of my hands now. A transport has already taken him to face the War Crimes Tribunal. I don’t have any influence with those guys.” Frost’s brow furrowed.
“Hey,” Robertson began with a long, deep sigh, “let’s not let this little thing interfere with our last night together before we have to go back to the front. We might not get to do this in a while, you know. And dinner will be ready in five minutes – you don’t want to spoil my home-made cooking, do you?”
Frost knew that he was right. There’s nothing we can do for Kohler now and there’s no point going over what might have been. “Alright,” she replied, “but only if you pour me some more of that wine…”
Jim Robertson smiled and reached over for the wine.
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Eishtmo, 06-12-2000 09:37 PM
Beta Aquilea System - GTVA Command
"Sir," a young crewman shouted into the door. "The NHOL has just jumped into Beta Aquilea!"
"What?" the Commander said with shock. "How is it possible?"
"I don't know sir," the crewman said. "But there's a Victorious with them!" The crewman saluted and then hurried down the hall to inform everyone else.
"Now what do we do?" the Commander said. He turned to Leaky. The Admiral was smiling. "What are you so happy about?" the Commander huffed. "With the NHOL we'll be destroyed for sure!"
"Nope," the Admiral said. "The NHOL will have to help us, not fight us."
"What are you talking about?" the Commander said with worry. Had the Admiral gone mad?
"The NHOL will join us to defeat the Shivans," Leaky said. "And if they have a Victorious, then we actually now have a chance." He slammed his fist down on his desk. "God damnit, we now have a chance. Commander, get as much info on the NHOL fleet as you can."
"What for?"
"We have a battle plan to rewrite."
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TOP SECRET - EYES ONLY
TO: All High Ranking GTVA, GTVI, SDF, NHOL, ANTI-NHOL, and Privateer Commanders and Admirals
FROM: GTVA Command
SUBJECT: Meeting
At 1900 hours on 06-13-2384 all high ranking commanders are to either meet, or tele-conference with GTVA Commmand at Beta Aquilea. This meeting will outline Operation Hellmouth and is not to be discussed with anyone. Command is authorized to execute anyone who violates this blackout. If you are unable to report, contact GTVA Command before meeting date for a briefing.
Destroy this message after reading it.
TOP SECRET - EYES ONLY
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Had to break this into two posts.
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Ice Heart, 06-12-2000 10:39 PM
Beta Aquilae/NHD Iron Fist
Personal Log
Grand Admiral "Ice Heart" Harak Chontamentet
Captain Ripper tells me the crews drawn from my ships are quite familiar with the systems and have been drilling to ensure that they and their stations are fully prepared. He also informs me that he is pleased, there have been only a very few instances of conflict between my personnel and his own crewmembers from the Horan aboard the Absolution. No deaths or severe injuries, only a few minor scuffles as would be expected. The pilots also are becoming quite familiar with their crafts and report that all of these fighters are superior to their counterparts, some are on even footing with Shivan fighters, a very amazing thing indeed.
The many former followers of the Pretender which we have brought with us have thus far shown that they are loyal. It would appear that some of the Pretender's followers were forced into fighting for him through threats on the lives of family and close friends. These personnel are the minority, apparently this program of forced service was implemented only recently with the loss of the Jagganath. The majority were not fanatical, but merely a typical follower. These personnel have since renounced all ties to the Pretender in light of solid evidence that the real Eishtmo was a Terran, evidence which proves the Pretender to be nothing more than his name. The few fanatics remaining are either imprisoned back at our home system, or being hunted down in our home system by the forces I left behind. The System of One Thousand Jump Nodes held a one-way jump node to the Talnia system in GTVA space. Somehow, it would appear this node was missing from our records of the system, though Lord Eishtmo obviously knew of its location. We are fortunate it was only a one-way trip, else the GTVA might have found and used that node against us long ago. It will be a long voyage home, if we survive the coming battle that is.
In Formatia, I received a new rank. Ma'thon, personal messenger of the Eishtmo handed over to me the rank insignia of Grand Admiral when I came aboard the Absolution. He told me that the Eishtmo had wished me to be promoted to that rank, the rank he possessed, the rank of the true leader of the NHOL. I had kept my title of Vice Admiral because I did not think I should be the leader, I had been put in that role by circumstance and wished to find someone more suitable for it. I could command fleets well, but politics were always something I tried to avoid. Now I find that Eishtmo has ordered it, and so I shall accept it. I only hope I can live up to his expectations.
The shock we undoubtedly created when we arrived here in Beta Aquilae, where a large GTVA force is assembled, must have been horrible to those on the receiving end. I can imagine their horror at finding a Victorious-class juggernaut in their system with a fleet nearly as large as the one I brought here two years ago. I believe it was a wise idea for Captain Ripper to contact the GTVA Command concerning our arrival as they would likely distrust us completely if I were to have contacted them. He has explained the situation to them, explained that we are here to help, not to harm, but they must still be suspicious. Quite understandable considering what we did the last time we were in GTVA space.
Ripper is a very able commander for the Absolution. Thanks to his abilities, his cruiser has survived circumstances which should long ago have destroyed it. I am confident in myself and the commanders of my other ships, we will fight to the best of our abilities alongside our former foes. I can only hope that our aid will be a step towards redemption for our people.
End Log
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HeX, 06-12-2000 10:58 PM
GTVID Brimstone
Beta Aquilae Defense Zone
The three commanders watched from the observation lounge as the black Omega transport exited subspace along with two wings of equally black fighters. Robertson adjusted his uniform and turned to the other two with him. Garret stood rigidly at attention but his face conveyed his suspicion at this new arrival. Frost also looked preoccupied but managed to smile at Robertson before turning back to the window. The Omega docked and the three officers snapped to attention. The outer lock cycled open and two armored guards stepped out followed by a tall and rather striking woman. Her uniform was neat and tidy and loose enough not to be revealing but still able to show off her impressive build. This was a woman of commanding stature, this was Admiral Alexandra Nalina. Behind her stood a large female Vasudan. Robertson recognized her as Admiral Ja'Tika, a very wise and well known Vasudan commander not to mention Nalina's right hand officer.
"Welcome aboard Admiral," Robertson said with a salute, "I trust your journey was uneventful."
"Very uneventful," Nalina said with a smile, "a bit too quiet even for my tastes. At ease."
"If you'll follow me, the briefing room is this way."
"Lead on Admiral Robertson. Ja'Tika, you may also accompany us."
The Vasudan nodded, "As you wish."
The five officers walked through the corridors and rode the elevator shafts up to the briefing room. Each took a seat with Admiral Nalina at the head of the table. Robertson had refreshments brought so the five could talk in moderate comfort.
"I suppose you are wondering why I am here," Nalina said taking a sip of her tea, "I assure you it is no routine visit."
"It is truly a rare event when the head of the GTVI visits," Commander Garret replied,
"Indeed," Robertson said with a nod, "Has something happened back in Ikeya?";
"In a sense," Nalina responded setting down her cup, "I will explain but first I must ask you all a question. Do any of you know of Admiral Trelor?"
"Trelor," Garret said thoughtfully, "Ah yes! He was the Admiral who sent the order to re-open the Capella Node!"
"It is a bit deeper then that Commander," Ja'Tika said, "Admiral Trelor ordered the opening of the node."
"Against GTVI Command's wishes I might add," Nalina said with a grim note in her voice, "Trelor and his assistant, a Vasudan named Hishmal, were the ones to order the nodes opening. We don't know why they did so but we suspect it has something to do with the Echelon."
"You don't suppose it was a diversionary tactic do you?" Frost asked.
"It is possible," Ja'Tika nodded, "but if it is so then he has yet to act upon his diversion. We have heard of no unauthorized activity around the Echelon."
"One of his liaisons tried to explain their actions to the GTVA but failed to steer away any blame," Nalina stood and paced the room, "We now suspect an uprising in the GTVI. Trelor's operatives have already been at work."
"Regalla," Robertson said with a frown.
"Exactly. We traced Xavier Regalla's orders back to Trelor. He planned on sabotaging the entire Vega defense force." Nalina stopped and stood by the door, "We will have to wait until after this war is over to deal with Trelor. Until then, you are all sworn to secrecy on this matter. Dismissed. Robertson may I see you for a moment?"
Robertson waited until every one except he, Nalina and Ja'Tika had left the room before turning to face the Admiral. "I didn't think this was the only reason you were here. It's about Kohler isn't it?"
"Very perceptive Admiral," Nalina said raising an eyebrow, "We are brining Kohler back here."
"May I ask why?"
"We need him for a very special mission. We regret he could not be brought into our ranks without problems. He was a fine officer despite his past crimes. As you know we cannot let him free with his knowledge of GTVI workings but we also would rather not execute such a fine officer. It would be a waste of a valuable resource."
"A slightly tainted one if you ask me."
"I know you have prejudices against Kohler but put them aside for the moment. After he has complete his mission he will be out of our way and we will have made a significant gain. I'll explain more when he arrives."
Nalina and Ja'Tika strode out of the room just as Captain Sasha Pretala stepped in. She turned to Robertson and frowned, "What was that all about?"
"Let's just say we are getting back an unwanted visitor," Robertson said, "Fortunately, I'm not the only one who thinks he overstayed his welcome."
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PeachE, 06-13-2000 12:22 AM
GTVID Brimstone
Beta Aquilae Defense Zone
"Do you want your food or not?" The Terran guard stared past the bars of the brig at someone he barely recognized without a beard. But the gold falcons on his TMB uniform gave him away. Kohler continued to stare through his bars, with an occasional glance through his window. It had been hours since he had arrived. What is this all about?
As if on cue, a tall female Vasudan entered the cell-block. "Officer on deck." The young lieutenant guard jumped up, knocking over half of his soup in the process. He must have recognized the Vasudan but Kohler did not, and Kohler did not rise. "You will not rise?"
"No. I am a civilian. I need not rise for anyone."
"Have it your own way." The words came from a Terran Admiral entering the room. "Makes no difference to me."
"And you must be Admiral Nalina. To what do I owe this pleasure?" The sarcastic tone in Kohler's voice was more than obvious.
"Come now, Kohler. You didn't really think we were going to just let you out into the civilian world with all of the knowledge we have given you?"
"So you are here to execute me? I find that hard to believe. The higher-ups usually hire people like Robertson to do their dirty work."
"No, we're not here to execute you. We have an alternative for you, a mission... a suicide mission."
"Well, forget that. I'd rather"
"Hear me out. There's an Orion cruiser being prepared for a special mission as we speak. It is being loaded with Meson Warheads for a run on the Vega/Capella node."
"Like the Bastion. You want to close the node to stop more ships from coming in."
Nalina was impressed with his knowledge of GTVA history. But she wasn't going to show it for a minute. She needed to keep complete control of the situation if she was going to persuade Kohler to do this. "Correct."
"Just a couple of questions. You said this was a suicide mission. Why do you need someone on board during the explosion? The Bastion was unmanned at the time of its demise."
"The Bastion was in good condition. The Gaia, on the other hand, is being taken out of mothballs. Tests have shown some problems might arise during the self destruct sequence. If it doesn't go off automatically, the reactors will need to be overloaded manually before the ship reaches Capella. The crew will be able to escape in pods prior to the jump, but we need one man to stay on board and make sure everything goes as planned."
"Why not just use another Orion?"
"Until yesterday, it was thought that the problem could be repaired. There is no way to transfer the warheads in time for the scheduled flight... Now, are there any more questions?"
"Just one: Why should I agree to take part in this?"
The question Nalina had been preparing herself to answer. She thought she would start with a more diplomatic approach to the situation. Perhaps even try to appeal to his humane side. She had always been skilled at manipulating people. "There are several reasons. First, it would give you a chance to die with some dignity, some honor, rather than in that rathole in Talnia I. Second, it is something that needs to be done to save mankind."
At this, Kohler looked away, apparently uninterested, perhaps even disgusted. "So I should do this to help the GTVA? That's what you're telling me. The GTVA just convicted me on two counts of treason! Two! What makes you think I will help you now?"
Kohler's hostility was very noticable. Nalina changed her approach to a more sympathetic tone. "Because I know you got a bad rap on the second count. You were just trying to help. And you were right. Another Armada would have come to wipe you out. Unfortunately, GTVA doesn't see it that way. And unfortunately, you didn't know there was another device."
Kohler's eyes opened wide with rage. "Another device? Why wasn't I informed? If I had known"
The sympathetic approach seemed to be working. Nalina would run with it. "I know. But as I said, GTVA doesn't think like us. Pretala was right. You're GTVI material. We just found you too late. You still have a hate for Intelligence, don't you?"
"What do you think? I'm not usually not fond of people who leave you to die because you didn't get the information."
Nalina stepped back from the bars. She had almost forgotten about Kohler's previous experiences with them during the Second Incursion. Before being transferred to a small cruiser, he had been a fighter pilot. Trying to avoid opening the old wounds too far, she decided to change the subject. "Kohler, you're the only Admiral to ever see a Mastema. You remember the damage that single ship was able to do to your fleet? Of course you do. How could you forget? What if it's not the only one? What if the Shivans start bringing them from Capella in masses? How would we stop such a fleet?... This mission is important. If you would"
"Give me some time to think."
"As you wish. Ja'Tika, let us leave him alone." And the two left the cell-block, leaving Kohler to think about his fate. Alive but Traitor or Honored but Dead. A tough decision.
[Nearly 21 hours later, in a meeting room]
"I have come to my decision."
"Very well. What have you decided?"
"I will do it. But I have several requests I would like to be honored: When the war is over, I don't want any of my men to face charges. I want my commanders to be given a choice of reenstatement or honorable discharge. I want the files of Denise White and Pehace Daniels altered to show no charges and no association with me. And when this is all over, I want a new warship to be built, with the designation 'Pretala.'"
"I'll see what I can do. You have made the right decision. You will recieve a full briefing in due time. Until you are transferred to the Gaia, you have access to non/low risk areas of this ship, and you will be provide with quarters here on the Brimstone, rather than spend the rest of your time waiting in the brig. If you are found attempting to escape or access high-risk areas, you will be brought back to me, and I will decide your punishment. Is that clear?"
"Incredibly"
"Good. Ja'Tika, have Admiral Kohler escorted to his quarters."
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Velocity7, 06-13-2000 04:27 PM
6/13/2384
GTC Redway
Captain's Quarters
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A screen suddenly popped up on Velocity 7's screen.
TOP SECRET - EYES ONLY
TO: All High Ranking GTVA, GTVI, SDF, NHOL, ANTI-NHOL, and Privateer Commanders and Admirals
FROM: GTVA Command
SUBJECT: Meeting
At 1900 hours on 06-13-2384 all high ranking commanders are to either meet, or tele-conference with GTVA Commmand at Beta Aquilea. This meeting will outline Operation Hellmouth and is not to be discussed with anyone. Command is authorized to execute anyone who violates this blackout. If you are unable to report, contact GTVA Command before meeting date for a briefing.
Destroy this message after reading it.
TOP SECRET - EYES ONLY
Teleconference or meeting? I'll do the teleconference. I'm not risking my life to go through the Capella node and make it to Beta Aquilae. That'll be suicidal.
"Sir," a voice said over the audio channel, "we've arrived at Sector 113. Not many wings there."
"I'm coming to the bridge soon. Hold up." Velocity 7 then followed what the message said: delete after reading. Then he made his way down to the bridge.
"What are the forces?"
"Well, we've got about two Mara wings, two Nahema wings, 3 Cain class cruisers, and about 20 supply cargos. Only 1 transport remains in the area, but it is heavily damaged. We are detecting something unusual inside it."
"Well, send the Redway and Trident in. I'll go in a Pegasus to scan the cargo containers."
Velocity 7 then went to his command console. "Attention all crew members," he said over the announcer, "take all hands to battle stations. We are beginning another supply raid on the Shivans. I repeat, take all hands to battle stations."
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"Bullseye!"
The Cain class cruiser went down in flames. The last one anyway, since all the fihgters were finally finished off, and the transport secured.
"That's a good fireworks show if you ask me. Not bad for a Shivan cruiser."
"Yeah, I heard that somewhere too..."
As Velocity 7's Pegasus fighter scanned each and every cargo container, he noticed an unsuual reading off the 17th one.
What is in there? I hope its not the same cargo bomb that I heard of from the Great War. I heard that an Esylium transport locked on to a cargo container and it blew up, taking the transport with it. I hope it's not the same thing... Velocity 7 thought. Then he opened a channel, ordering the cargo containers be brought into the GTD Trident for inspection. The same held true for the transport.
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Eishtmo, 06-13-2000 08:21 PM
Captian's Log Entry: 06/13/2384
Captian Todd Ripper, The Absolution
I don't know what to say anymore. Only two months ago I was the commander of an ancient cruiser ready for the scrap heap, and now I command the most powerful ship in existance. I don't know what it all means yet, but I'll find out, eventually.
I've learned who the Eishtmo really was, I've learned where the Victorious came from and finally where the NHOL hid from the GTVA. Now there is only one thing left to learn about, what Ma'thon called Eishtmo's Great Plan. I wonder what it is.
But there is no time to speculate about it. I've recived a message from Command for a major meeting about something called Operation Hellmouth. While I should probably go in person, I'll tele-conference. I think it would be wiser if I stayed on the Absolution for now.
Commander Adrian Thomas has taken command of the Horan from me. I wish I could have stayed with that little ship. We've been through a lot together. But Command seems hell bent on calling every able bodied person and ship to the front, for Hellmouth I take it. Thomas is a good man, and I'm sure he'll do well. I, however, will have to deal with a crew of Vasudans, most of whom don't trust me or any Terran very much. Luckily Su'mit and Ma'thon will be at my side, so I shouldn't have nearly as many problems.
I have a strange sense about what's coming. I sense an air of death surrounding all of us and I wonder if we may not survive this at all. I suppose we'll know soon enough.
End of Log
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Sirius System - SDD Olympus
Hamilton growled. "Another Victorious."
"I also hear that a Terran is in command of the ship," one of the Rebel SDF spies reported. "Someone named Captain Todd Ripper."
Hamilton piped up. "Ripper," he shouted. "The captian of the GTC Horan!"
The spy looked at the Admiral. "Uh, yes, I believe so sir."
"Damnit," Hamilton shouted as he cut the connection. "Helm, set course for Talina system now!"
"Talina?" Harris asked. "They're not in Talina."
"You don't think I know that," Hamilton said. "It's obvious that the GTVA will soon be attacking the Shivans, especially with that Victorious on their side. All we have to do is slip into Vega when the battle begins, and then we'll stop them."
"And how are we going to do that, sir?"
Hamilton smiled evily. "We'll destroy the Absolution."
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Ice Heart, 06-14-2000 08:30 AM
Personal Log
Captain Garrett Falstaff
The Phobos' repairs are nearly completed. We sustained some moderate damage in the battle with the Shivans, but fortunately nothing that would require time in the shipyards. Casualties were more severe and replacements are becoming more difficult to come by. No matter, this ship operated with half a crew during the Second NHOL War two years ago, it will do so again if need be.
The arrival of the NHOL and another Victorious came as a shock to all of us. I wonder, did I somehow summon this monster to help us? I remember tinkering with my contraband sim and adding one in for the simple reason of stress relief. No, I had nothing to do with its arrival, I know better than that. From what I have heard, a Captain Ripper has command of it. I recall hearing something of him not long ago, I imagine the story of how he came across that ship must be quite interesting, but it will have to wait until later. The fleets gathered here in Beta Aquilae are making preparations for a final assault on the Shivan force in Vega. Now we shall see just how accurate the simulation programmers were in their depiction of the ship.
Something else is afoot as well, Admiral Alexandra Nalina, the commander of the entire GTVI, has arrived here in Beta Aquilae. She spoke with three of us, myself, Frost, and Robertson and informed us that Admiral Trelor, the man whom ordered the reopening of the Capella node, did so against orders from the GTVI. It appears that we have a rogue element in our midst again, much as we did long ago after the first Great War. When Admiral Nalina arrived, I had planned to ask her why it was neccessary to reopen the node when we knew the risk of Shivan invasion existed. Now I know that she had nothing to do with it. She says that once this is over Trelor will be found and properly handled. I will put in a request that my ship be assigned to whatever team is given this task, I want to help them apprehend and punish Trelor as vengeance for the loss of so many colleagues in Vega when the node was reopened.
Yet I am also suspicious. She dismissed myself and Frost after informing us of this, and stayed to speak with Robertson a short while longer. I wonder what was said between them, though I doubt it was anything pleasant for Robertson. Time or unofficial channels will tell me soon enough. Something else is at work here, something that I doubt any of us are going to enjoy.
End Log
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HeX, 06-14-2000 07:22 PM
Laramis System
GTD Nova Sun
Admiral Trelor watched coldly as his ship approached the jump node to Luyten. He raised his left hand, a mechanical replacement for one lost in a battle with a Shivan many years ago, and flexed the metal fingers inside his glove. His left eye was no better, a cybernetic implant that enhanced his vision and perception at the cost of his complexion. Trelor slowly turned his gaze to the Hatshepsut drifting along with him. That ship, known as the Tara'nan, belonged to Admiral Hishmal who loyally supported Trelor in his opening of the Capella node. A noise caused Trelor to glance behind him where his saw his comm. officer standing, a data pad in hand.
"Yes?" Trelor asked, his voice devoid of emotion as usual.
"Message from GTVA Command sir," the comm. officer replied as he handed Trelor the data pad. Trelor grasped the pad in his mechanical hand and dismissed the comm. officer with a wave of his hand. Trelor brought the pad up to eye level and read its contents. It was an order to attend a meeting of all the GTVA commanders. Trelor tossed it to the side where it landed with a clatter on the deck. He turned and strode to his command chair where, without sitting, he tapped several controls and brought up a communication link with the Tara'nan. Moments later, the face of a large Vasudan filled the screen.
"Yes Admiral?" Hishmal asked, his speech translated to English by the translator at his neck.
"Have you received the message?" Trelor asked, his gaze falling on the pad still resting on the deck.
"Yes I have. Are we to respond?"
"I will contact Admiral Nalina myself but I have no intention of attending the meeting. However, I want you to find a way to listen in on the meeting however, it could be beneficial in providing a timeframe for our operation."
"As you wish Admiral. I will gather the information you desire."
Trelor cut the comm. and walked back to the view port. An officer ran up and retrieved the fallen data pad but Trelor did not look in his direction. The jump node loomed closer and Trelor cracked a smile, a rare and eerie sight. Everything was as he had planned it.
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Beta Aquilae System
GTVID Brimstone
Admiral Robertson watched from a distance as Kohler was led to a waiting transport by armed GTVI guards. Kohler glared back at Robertson before being led through the outer airlock. Admiral Nalina came up behind Robertson and sighed.
"Why are we bringing Kohler to this meeting?" Robertson asked.
"He has just as much right to know of the situation as we do. He is a part of the plans after all, a cog in the machine."
Ja'Tika strode down the corridor and saluted Nalina, "Our transport is ready to depart. I shall wait for you there unless I am needed."
"You may go Ja'Tika, tell the pilot to be ready to depart."
The Vasudan nodded once and returned back down the hallway she had come from. Robertson and Nalina followed once the transport with Kohler on board had departed.
"I have a disturbing report for you Robertson," Nalina said after checking that they were alone, "I want you to share this with Garret as well. I was contacted today by Admiral Trelor. He has declined the order to attend the meeting and informed me that he had no intention of aiding our cause here. It seems he has officially gone renegade on us."
"I see. Is there anyone able to locate him at this time?"
"Negative, all available ships are holding back the Shivans. The reason I am telling you this is because he had a personal message for you and Garret. He warns you to stay out of his way or face the consequences. Apparently he is aware of our plans to hunt him and the fact that you and Garret were our number one choices for that mission."
"He must have informants in the GTVI. I thank you for the warning and I will relay it to Garret."
Nalina turned to enter the transport, "Once this war is over we'll find him Robertson. I just hope we can stop him before he can act."
"Agreed. I will see you at the meeting via teleconference. As you know I cannot leave my post here."
"Of course. I look forward to working with you again Robertson, you are a fine officer, Garret and Frost too. I hope when this is over I can rely on the 3 of you later."
"Without a doubt Admiral, without a doubt."
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And so my favorite sequence of events I have ever written is about to begin. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have.
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I'm almost tempted to post the first section of this post by itself, but I won't. It's the set up for all the hell that is to come.
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Eishtmo, 06-14-2000 10:41 PM
Beta Aquilea System - GTVA Command
The main conference room was a buzz with conversation. Commanders and Admirals of every fleet were there, waiting for the meeting to begin. Talking quietly against the far wall was Admirals Nalina and Barry Hart, probably talking of old times, probably. Sitting at the far end of the main table was the ex-Admiral Kohler, in chains and flanked by armed guards. Around the rest of the table sat at least a dozen commanders of the GTVA, SDF, Privateer, and Anti-NHOL groups.
The main door slid open and revealed Grand Admiral Harak Chontamentet, Ice Heart, leader of the Neo-Hammer of Light. Everyone watched as he and his officers came in and sat down on the opposite end of the table from the SDF commanders. The Security Advisor smiled slightly. It was brave for the leader of the NHOL to walk into the heart of the GTVA, but it had been his idea, and a brillant one at that.
"Sir," the clerk said. "The tele-con systems are coming on line now."
Around the room another dozen commanders images appeared on giant screens. Among them were Admiral Robertson, Captain Ripper, and Captian Velocity. The Advisor now banged on the podeum with a small gavel. "Alright people, please have a seat." He waited as the group of commanders sat down and looked to the Advisor. "I'm glad you all could make it," he said. A lie, he knew, for at least one had refused, but he wasn't necessary to the mission. "First of all, due to the seceracy of this operation, all non-esential personal are to leave the room now. Oh and guards, remove Kohler's chains please." He waited for the younger personal to leave and continued on. "I think we can all thank Captian Todd Ripper for his discovery of the Absolution and the Neo-Hammer of Light for coming to our assistance. According to Admiral Leaky, their arrival has boosted our chances of success by a large amount." He now held out his hand to Leaky, who sat next to the podeum. "And now, without further adu, Admiral Leaky."
Leaky took the podeum and cleared his throat. "Thank you," he said. "People, what I'm about to tell you is of the highest seceracy. It is all need to know information, so treat it as such. The report now being passed around detail who you can and cannot tell about this mission. It also has all the details that will not be revealed here." He waited for the documents to get around the room. The commanders in the screens simply looked in. "Don't worry," Leaky said. "Those of you who aren't you really here, I've transmitted the data to you under an encripted file called 'Hellmouth.' The password is 'Into the Hellmouth.'"
Leaky turned around to a newly opened combat display. "People, this is Operation Hellmouth. Our primary objective is to destroy the Vega/Capella jump node. This is a two step process that will require split second timing. First of all, we must destroy the Knossos supplemental power station, then the node itself."
"Supplementat power station?" one of the Admirals shouted. "Why the hell didn't the GTVI take it down before the Shivans came through?"
"There was a malfuction in the shutdown sequence," Nalina tried to explain.
"Then why the hell didn't they just destory it?" the SDF Admiral started to yell.
"Please," the Advisor said. "First of all, there was no garrentee that destroying the station would have sealed the node. Secondly, that Knossos device cost a fortune, and the GTVI was trying its best not to waste their funding. Now, please, hold all of your questions until Admiral Leaky is finished!"
There was a moment of silence as all recoverd. "Thank you sir," Admiral Leaky said. "As I was saying, first we destroy the station, then destroy the node. To do this, we have established this as our plan of attack." The node map behind the Admiral highlighted Deneb, Talina, and Beta Aquilea, placing Vega right in the middle. Leaky took out a short pointer and moved back to the map.
"We will be dividing the fleet into three forces," Leaky started as he pointed to Deneb. "Alpha group will be launched from Deneb and consist of the Absolution, the Neo-Hammer of Light fleet and elite forces of the GTVA." He moved his pointer to Beta Aquilea. "Beta group will enter via Beta Aquilea and consist of the whole of the GTVI fleet as well as regular GTVA and SDF forces. By the way, all the ships involved are detailed in each of your reports." He said the last bit with a smile. It had taken only a few hours to assign ships. The Commander had been right, the computer did help, at least in one area. Leaky pointed to Talina. "Gamma group will enter from Talina and be made up of all pirate, uh, I mean Privateer, mercenary, elite forces of the SDF and the green forces of the GTVA and SDF."
Leaky walked back up to the podeum. "Each ship in each fleet will be paired up with a ship of equal class. Cruisers with cruisers, corvettes with corvettes and destroyers with destroyers. These ships will work as a team to take down Shivan ships of equal class. I don't want to see a pair of vetts taking on a Demon, alright?" There was a slight chuckly in the back. "The destroyer pairs will attempt to disarm any and all juggernauts they come across. Do not attempt to destroy a Sathanas, that is not our mission."
Leaky moved back to the map. He was basically pacing, worried about the reception he was going to get. "This is how the battle will play out. Alpha and Beta groups will enter Vega at full speed and make their way to the Capella node. The code words for launch will be 'Remember the Galatea.' They will jump in some 100 klicks from the target, and engage any and all Shivan warships and slowly make their way toward the node. With luck, the Shivans will be attracted by your attack." He looked up to see the surprised look on many of the commanders faces. "That's right, Alpha and Beta groups are bait, especially the Absolution. The actual attack force will be Gamma.
"Gamma will jump in shortly after Alpha and Beta," Leaky continued. "This will be determined by Command. Their code words will be 'Avenge the Bastion.' Gamma's mission will be to attack and destory the power station. Hopefully, the Shivans will be enticed enough by Alpha and Beta to take little notice of Gamma. After the power station is destroyed, the GTD Gaia will be sent into the node, and self destructed." Leaky looked towards Kohler. "Admiral Kohler, it will be your job to fight until the power station is destroyed and then make your way toward the node. If, for some reason, the detonation sequence fails to work, you are to self destruct the ship. The reaction of the explosion should set off the war heads. As soon as the node is destroyed, all ships, reguardless of what they're doing, are to retreat to the defensive postions."
Leaky walked back up to the podeum. "Be aware that every ship in existance has been placed on the line. We have pulled every ship out of mothballs, ships from scrap yards, hell, we've even armed drones for this battle. There are no fighters or defensive units anywhere else in the GTVA. You are it. If there aren't enough room in your fighter bays, we'll be strapping extra fighters to your hulls. No ship is to be considered no combat short of medical transports, and when they aren't doing their job, they'll be on the line as well." Leaky cleared his through again. "Also be aware that there is no plan B. If we fail to destory the node, there is no hope for any of us." Leaky let that fact sink into the various commanders thick skulls. After a few moments, he then spoke up. "I will now take any questions. Yes Captain Ripper."
"It's not really a question sir," Ripper said. "But the Absolution does have a rather extensive fighter bay and more than enough room for casulities. If need be, we can repair people and fighters there."
Leaky smiled. "Thank you Captain. Everyone keep that in mind. Remember to tell your commanders of it as well. Admiral Hart."
"Yes," Hart said. "What are we looking at for casulities?"
Leaky closed his eyes. "I was hoping you wouldn't ask that," he said. He took a deep breath. "Before the Absolution arrived, we were looking at extreamly heavy casulities. Now," he took another breath. "If everything goes well, we're looking at 65% casulities." There was a whole series of murrmers. "However people," Leaky said. "That is the best result of every plan we tested. Before the Absolution, we were looking at 84% casulities."
"Thank you Admiral," the Advisor said suddenly. "Now that you have your orders, you will do your duty. Operations begin at 2200 hrs on 6-16. You are all dismissed."
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PeachE, 06-14-2000 11:33 PM
Omega Transport
Beta Aquilae
"Is something wrong, Kohler?" The man in the TMB uniform kept silent before Admiral Nalina repeated the question. She would be going with him to Talnia Station to give him the full briefing, in person, of his mission and ready him for his duties.
Kohler said nothing but held his chained wrists out slightly. He continued to stare at his feet.
"Guards, remove Kohler's chains. If we can't trust him now, we won't be able to trust him with the Gaia." One of the armed guards reached over and entered a digital sequence into one of the armbands. Within a few moments, the chains were off and Kohler was rubbing his sore wrists. Kohler whispered something in reply to the action, again inaudible, but Nalina thought she saw him mouthing the words "thank you." She wouldn't press him to hear it repeated.
Talnia
06-15-2384
Gamma Fleet HQ
Small Briefing Room
"All right Kohler. I will be departing for Beta Aquilae to join with Admiral Robertson within two hours but let's go over this one more time." Kohler slumped in his chair. He was tired of going over the situation. He knew what he had to do, when he had to do it, and how he had to do it. And he despised being treated like some green officer at their first escort mission.
Nalina saw the frustration in Kohler's face but decided to continue.
"Now, tomorrow, at 1800 hours the fleet will begin organizing around the Vega node. The Gaia, paired with the Axion, will be positioned near the rear of the fleet. When we get the order to go, the fleet will move into Vega. Your former TMB fleet and several other privateer groups will be assigned with the destruction of the power station." Nalina looked over at Kohler again. He still appeared uninterested but she could tell he was listening.
"Until that station is destroyed, the Gaia will be protected at all times. And don't attempt anything daring. If that ship takes a hit to the wrong place, the Gaia will go up in a minute and the mission is over. When the power station is destroyed, you will be given a direct order to proceed to the node. Disregard all hostiles after this point. Just proceed to the node as quickly as possible." Still no reaction.
"Before the final detonation sequence, the skeletal crew will be leaving the ships in escape pods and will be picked up by any nearby ships. The detonation sequence is set to go off just as you enter the node. Watch the self-destruct sequencer. It will finish the second phase of detonation just before the subspace portal opens. If the detonation sequence reaches this point, we're home free. Get to an escape pod and leave the ship." No signs of joy from the ex-Admiral. He knew that the sequence working was a hundred to one shot.
"However, as we have said, the way tests have been going, it is quite possible the self-destruct sequence will malfunction. Should this happen, it is your duty to manually self-destruct the ship by over-loading the reactor. If you get to this point, you will be well inside subspace, and there will be no chance of escape. Should something go wrong, and you are unable to destruct the ship, the mission will be a complete failure and the fate of the GTVA will be unknown. Now, are there any questions?" Kohler looked up at Nalina but he remained quiet.
"Very well. I will be on my way. Good luck, Kohler." She offered her hand to the ex-Admiral, who remained completely still, completely silent, apparently refusing to shake it, but once again whispering the inaudible words. Nalina put her hand on the man's shoulder. "Right."
And the meeting was over.
Less than 36 hours...
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Ice Heart, 06-15-2000 06:04 AM
Beta Aquilae/GTCv Phobos
Falstaff sat in his quarters, doing battle with several megabytes worth of paperwork. He loathed the stuff, but it was neccessary in the wake of the repairs and replacements made to the Phobos. Perhaps this is Command's way of punishing captains whom have damaged the starship which has been entrusted to their care. He thought sardonically as he filled out the form for the requested replacement anti-capital ship turret weapon. Yes, the weapon had been received in pristine condition, no, he had not requested this particular part before, yes, it had been installed properly, ad nauseaum.
Soon he would have more of those forms to fill out. And more letters to write, he thought morosely. He couldn't possibly handwrite all the 'regret to inform you' letters, but he felt obligated to write at least a few of them. Those that he couldn't were done quickly on his computer, using a basic template and simply pulling the details from the deceased records.
He heard his door chime and quickly finished the last little details on the form, then leaned back. "Enter."
He smiled as Svetlana Petrov, his Executive Officer, entered the room. "Come to rescue me from my evil paperwork, lana?" He used a much shorter version of her first name when not on duty.
She forced a return smile at his remark, but she seemed uneasy about something. He had thought perhaps she was simply coming for an informal little chat as they often did when time allowed. But he knew better simply looking at how tense she was.
"Is there something I should know about?" He asked.
"Yes, there is. What you told me about Trelor and his apparently insubordinate orders is disturbing. I suspect that if he was capable of releasing the Shivans on us again, then what could stop him from doing more? Robertson might still be safe, but the Brazen and our ship managed to get away from the Capella. It seems obvious that we and the Brazen were supposed to die at the Capella node with the rest of the fleet gathered there. My point is, I think that Trelor may have operatives aboard this ship."
If Svetlana was suspicious, then she had a good reason for it. "What have you found?"
She smiled humorlessly. "It may be inconsequential, but some of our recent replacements served under Trelor's command. Nothing has happened yet and they all seem to have spotless records..."
"So maybe we should keep a watch on them." He finished for her and she nodded. "Select some of our best personnel from the security and marine contingents here aboard ship and have them watch our suspected operatives closely. Be discrete about it, if they are operatives for Trelor, they are definitely professionals...we can't tip them off that we suspect them."
She told him who she suspected and he filed it away in his memory. He would be wary, though not overtly so, around those people. They talked a short time more, then she stood to leave. "Svetlana, maybe it would be wise for you to wear your sidearm in a concealed carry holster. If they want my head, they probably want yours as well. Watch your back, I can't afford to lose you."
"Yes. Be careful, Garrett, we don't know what we might be up against here."
With that she left the room and he opened his right hand drawer and removed his sidearm. He checked it again to make certain it was functional and loaded.
Beta Aquilae/NHD Iron Fist
Harak reread his copy of the report he had received at the meeting. He smiled at the apparent shock his presence had created among some of the commanders present, particularly the SDF. They had expected only to see him on a screen, not to see someone they had long considered an enemy in the flesh with them. He glanced at the shiplist again, something which took up more than one quarter of the report. It did indeed look as though they were pulling everything they had for this battle, they would definitely need it.
Harak was not on the bridge, but on an observation deck watching through a view port overlooking the port fighterbay. Two GTVA transports had just docked, disgorging a large number of fighter pilots. Harak's XO was getting them squared away. GTVA Command had sent over those pilots to fly the ships in Harak's forces which wouldn't have pilots since many of his own pilots were aboard the Absolution. The standard fighter classes that Harak's ships carried did not require the reader to know Eishtmatic, they were in standard Vasudan still. They would need every ship they had, and Harak had a number of good fighters and bombers that otherwise would have been wasted space on his ships. Each of his ships was receiving pilots, enough to be able to put all of their fighters and bombers into the battle.
Harak approved of the plan of attack, using the Absolution as bait was a better idea than having it escort the Gaia since the Absolution would be a magnet for enemy fire, as would any ships near it. Harak looked again at the casualty estimate for his fleet...he didn't like it, he would likely lose at least two destroyers, maybe more, plus a large number of corvettes and cruisers, but there wasn't much that he could do about it anyway.
He had informed some of his officers of what was going on, but only the few that he knew he could trust. The rest would find out once the battle was underway, though they already knew something big was about with the pilots that they were receiving and the preparations to move again.
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Kellan, 06-15-2000 04:06 PM
Beta Aquilae
NHD Abydos
The massive form of the Absolution dwarfed the not inconsiderable bulk of the Abydos as it drifted by overhead. Ryksos and many of his slightly diminished bridge crew looked up and stared at the belly of the vessel in awe. With such a vessel and the fearsome array of fighters and bombers it possessed attacking and defeating the Shivans was finally an option. Unfortunately such a victory would cost them dearly. Ryksos looked over the report he had been given at the conference and sighed, slumping slightly.
Sixty-five percent casualties. Sixty-five; that was likely the whole of Gamma group and half of Alpha and Beta each. We will lose friends in this battle. We may even lose our own lives. The 65% casualty figure is a best case scenario, as well. No plan survives contact with the enemy, and neither might we. I am a soldier of the Neo-Hammer of Light, we are not afraid of death. However, if I am to die I will attempt to take as many of the Shivans to the Great Maker as possible…
Ryksos studied the data on the screen again. The Absolution and NHOL fleet were bait to draw away the Shivans and would be travelling into Vega from Deneb. They would also be in for a huge amount of Shivan attention due to the size and power of the Absolution. However, it was good news for the Abydos and for it’s crew that it was to be paired with the NHD Iron Fist. Chontamentet’s vessel itself would be the Abydos’ ‘wingman’ in the upcoming battle. Harak is an excellent tactician and fighter, and I have full confidence in him, Ryksos thought. Feeling a little more confident, he returned to viewing the manifests for the transferred fighter pilots.
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Velocity7, 06-15-2000 04:17 PM
6/15/2384
Beta Aquilae
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Velocity 7's hologram wandered throughout the halls of the station. He then questioned himself about the same thing--why didn't the GTVI stop the project? Why bring back the Shivans at a bad time?
He sighed, staring at the stars. Admiral Hart began walking through the hallway at the same time.
"Admiral, sir!"
"What is it?"
"I was wondering, about Operation Hellmouth, is there any chance that the Shivans might have a chance to stop this campaign? I mean, what if we lose? Are we looking at another Great War?"
"Well, Captain, I'm not so sure myself. All I know is that I've been given my orders and I'm going to follow them through. By the way, aren't you back in the Capella Nebula?"
"Yes, Admiral. That's why I'm a hologram right here."
"Hmm, seems so. Anyways, I'm going to head back to my ship, and brief the crew about this. You'd better find a way to make it through the Vega/Capella node. It'll mean trouble if you can't."
"Yes sir." then Velocity 7's hologram disappeared.
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GTC Redway
Captain's Quarters
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Velocity 7 took off the helmet off his head, wondering what he should do about the node. His mind was racing--how to devert the Shivans at the node, and how to get through in one piece.
"All strategic officers, report to my quarters at once," he said on his announcer.
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Velocity 7 pointed his stick at the screen. "Okay, so Operation Hellmouth is going to take place only at the Vega/Capella node. The only problem is, how can we get through before they close it?"
"Well, you did say they said there were going to be three groups," an officer said.
"Yeah. Alpha and Beta are going to attack most of the destroyers, then Gamma will come in sneakily. Hey, maybe we should come through then."
"That's a good idea. I mean, the Shivans would be so busy with the GTVA, they wouldn't even care if we left or not."
"Then that's settled. The only question is, what part do we take in during this operation?" Velocity 7 asked.
"How about one last attack on a Ravana class destroyer...here. It could start attracting probably some juggernauts and some corvettes, and could decrease the amount of forces at the node."
"Maybe, but once we do that, how are we supposed to get away from that all?"
"One of our officers has developed a disruptor that should prevent the Shivans from detecting our travel through subspace. They won't be able to track us like they did back in 2335 in the Ribos system against a transport."
Velocity 7 pondered for a moment. "Then, let's get started. Start briefing your officers, gentlemen. We've got a lot of work to do."
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HeX, 06-15-2000 08:39 PM
GTVID Brimstone
Beta Aquilae
Robertson read the briefing he received on Operation Hellmouth a third time. He wanted to have it fresh in his mind at all times. He looked up at the fleet spread out before the Brimstone, Beta group as the report referred to it, and tried to imagine what ships would go first. He shook off the thought and sat up straight in his chair, now was not the time for such things. Nalina had put him in command of the GTVI fleet for now, apparently she has to return to Ikeya after Kohler was fully prepared for his mission, something about the Echelon and Admiral Trelor.
"Alright people," he shouted out to the bridge crew, "I want this by the numbers. Give me reports."
"Still no signal from Command," the comm. officer replied, "All Beta group ships are ready for go."
The engineer turned to face Robertson, "All systems are in the green. Weapons are charged and ready, armor at full strength, subspace drive fully operational, fighter bays report ready."
A GTVI operative turned from a specialized console, "Admiral, the second Upsilon Device has entered the area and is preparing to dock. Status check of warhead indicates all systems are a go. Subspace Interception Drive is charged and ready."
Robertson nodded in approval, all there was left to do was to wait for the signal to proceed. He dreaded this war, too many lives to be lost at such a delicate time. Trelor must have planned this, letting in the Shivans and then waited until the GTVA forces were at their weakest to strike. He couldn't help but wonder what that twisted individual was up to now.
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GTD Nova Sun
Luyten System
Trelor turned as Hishmal entered his briefing room on board the Nova Sun. Trelor returned the Vasudan's salute with his cold metal hand.
"Report," Trelor said in a voice that could freeze space.
"Our spies were able to eavesdrop on the command briefing," Hishmal replied through his translator, "However they were unable to intercept a copy of the documentation."
"It is of no concern. How many predicted casualties?"
"At least 65% Admiral."
"Below what I had hoped for but acceptable." Trelor turned to stare out at the void of space.
"Admiral there is one other issue to discuss. Our spies on the Phobos may have been discovered. Shall I order them to initiate detection measures?"
"No. Leave them, they have served their purposes. Our discovery in this matter is immaterial. Set a course for the Barnard's Star system."
"I thought our destination was the Wolf 359 system. Is that not where our target lies?"
"We have another matter to deal with elsewhere first. Dismissed."
The Vasudan turned on his heel and left the room to return to his ship. Trelor smiled grimly, the casualty rate would be sufficient. He was pleased that his plans had gone so efficiently. With the sabotage of the abort sequence in the Knossos Power Station, he had paved the way for the end of the GTVA. Not by the hands of the Shivans, but at his own. It would be a glorious day, but it would have to wait until the end of this war. Trelor flexed his hand again, he was a patient man after all.
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Ice Heart, 06-16-2000 09:52 AM
Beta Aquilae
NHD Iron Fist
The massive bulk of the Absolution was surrounded by clusters of destroyers, cruisers, and corvettes. All were multiple megaton vessels, but all were dwarfed by the monolithic form of the Absolution. There were ships of almost all kinds, from the NHOL's Ramses-class destroyers and the modified Hatshepsut-class Iron Fist to Mentus, Leviathans, Atens, and Fenris cruisers. Alpha Group consisted of the Absolution and the NHOL fleet, plus the elite 16th GTVA Fleet, which was one of only three combined species fleet groups in the GTVA. There was also a smattering of other elite units as well.
Harak could see a fair amount of the fleet from the bridge of his ship below the Absolution. All the ships were in groups of two, generally trying to remain within the same fleet or battlegroup that they were part of, though there were a fair number of ships from different groups or fleets positioned together. The most striking example was the Hecate-class GTD Tirpitz and the Ramses-class NHD Geb. Harak had arrived with five Ramses-class destroyers, he had paired the Hatshepsut-class Anubis with the Ramses NHD Ennead, the two Ramses Behedti and Heket were together, and the Abydos was paired with the Iron Fist itself. The Geb had been paired with the Tirpitz, Admiral Lee Maranville's ship, the flagship of the 16th Fleet.
Harak had been careful to ensure that each ship which had previously been allied with the Pretender was paired off with a Loyalist or GTVA vessel. Maranville had agreed with his plan, understanding quite well why Harak couldn't entirely trust the renewed alliance of the former Pretender ships. They most likely are loyal and won't turn on us, most are now repelled at their former leader after learning just how false he was...but there is always that chance. Harak approved of Maranville, she seemed to be a very competent leader and, though she obviously did not care for Harak or his people, she understood that her personal opinion couldn't allowed to impair their actions in the coming battle.
The Abydos drifted along the Iron Fist's left side. Harak had selected Ryksos to fly on his 'wing'. Ryksos was a great tactician and capable of using his ship to the utmost of its limits, as evidenced by the maneuver he performed to make the killing blow on the Jagganath while at the same time firing on the then-Pretender allied NHD Geb.
Harak was waiting on the bridge for the last of his vessels to report readiness. The Abydos and all his other destroyers, save the Heket, had reported ready. The Heket was having a minor problem with its subspace drive at the moment. The last cruisers and corvettes were ready, the Heket reported in a moment later. Harak contacted Maranville. "Admiral, are your ships prepared to move out?"
"The last of my fleet and the other GTVA vessels with us reported ready a moment ago. Awaiting Ripper's order."
Harak informed Ripper that they were ready to move and he gave the order. The assembled fleet of NHOL and GTVA ships entered subspace almost simultaneously, creating a huge, bright, almost singular subspace glow. They had jumped from their current position at the gathering point, to the Beta Aquilae-Deneb Jump Node. From there, they would go to Deneb and await the codephrase to begin the attack through the Deneb-Vega Jump Node.
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Ice Heart, 06-16-2000 09:54 AM
Beta Aquilae
GTCv Phobos
Garrett Falstaff watched the impressive fleet gathered about the huge Absolution enter subspace. He didn't know their destination, but another fleet, this one composed of a mishmash of GTVA, SDF, privateer, and mercenary vessels, was gathering to move as well. He hadn't been informed of what was going on yet, but he knew something big was up. One does not wantonly shift multiple destroyers, cruisers, corvettes, and one of the largest juggernauts ever constructed to different places. He suspected he would find out soon what his part was in whatever was coming.
He turned his attention back to the bridge, glancing only momentarily at his XO and the sensor operator chatting in an apparently friendly manner. Apparently...nothing is certain anymore.... The sensor officer was young and seemed like he was quite the newbie, but appearances could be deceiving...he was one of the suspected spies. The man had made no suspicious movements, but if he was Trelor's man, he wouldn't be sloppy.
Garrett had at first chalked the sensor officer's friendliness towards his Exec as little more than typical. Garrett's XO wasn't an unattractive woman and the sensor officer seemed obviously attracted to her, but now Garrett wasn't so sure. Petrov had told him that the man had never even hinted at wanting some sort of knowledge that he didn't really need, but she was still suspicious. She said he seemed a likeable sort, but she also was wary.
Garrett admired how she handled the situation, she was very good at acting as though she still thought the sensor officer to be a friendly newbie. Even though she was quite apprehensive about the suspected spy, she did not let it show any time except when Garrett was certain he was alone with her in his quarters. Even that was not entirely certain, he had taken to sweeping his quarters for bugs, and so far found none, but he knew better than to believe he was safe. As such, they spoke either very quietly, or simply passed a notepad back and forth in his quarters.
An incoming communication drew his attention away from the bridge. He noted that it had been routed directly to his personal command console, it had bypassed his communications officer entirely. That made Garrett raise his eyebrows...only Admirals could do that, and they only did so with very sensitive information. Garrett noted that it was text-only from Robertson. He wondered what must be so important for Robertson to send a comm so secretly as he pressed the button to display the text on the small comm window...
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HeX, 06-16-2000 12:10 PM
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Encoded Transmission From Jim Robertson
Bypassing Security Protocols...Done
Message to Garret Falstaff, GTCv Phobos
Text-Only
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Garret, I don't want to send this through the standard broadcast seeing as it would probably alert the people it concerns. First of all I am sending an attached brief on the current situation concerning the fleet movements. Please read it in detail and have your ship ready to move at a moments notice. I have one other bit of information that requires immediate attention. You have been compromised, repeat, compromised. My covert ops officer detected weak band transmissions emanating from multiple locations on your ship. These transmissions are consistent with a covert transmission design created by Admiral Hishmal, Trelor's right hand man. It is very possible that these could be relaying tactical data to Trelor for whatever purpose. We decoded one indicating that there was a possibility of the agents being detected. Strangely, they have not taken steps that are common with an agents presence being detected. Trelor may want you to find out which could indicate a trap. You should neutralize these agents as soon as possible, if Hishmal had them assigned then we can be sure they have sabotage equipment with them. I will send you the data on how to neutralize the effects of their hacking devices in case they are using the newer classes you haven't been briefed on. The transmissions came from terminals in engineering, fire control, navigation, and communications as well as one on the bridge itself. The one from the bridge can be traced to the sensor console. We are sure there are at least 4 or 5 agents working on board your ship. We have done high level scans of the other ships in the GTVI fleet and we discovered 3 agents on board the Brimstone itself. If Trelor finds out how quickly we are finding these agents he might have them take action so work fast. Suspect everyone, we don't know how far Trelor's influence spreads. I will relay an encoded message to command to inform the other groups to perform sweeps as well, we can't afford to have these agents messing up things in the middle of the battle. Robertson out.
END TRANSMISSIONS
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Kellan, 06-16-2000 03:33 PM
GTCv Brazen
Beta Aquilae
Remember the Galatea. Remember the Galatea. The code-phrase flashed through Frost’s mind again and again, though she had already memorised it. There wasn’t much other information being passed about at the moment on the operation named ‘Hellmouth’. There was too much resting on the whole operation to be giving out information freely. Especially considering what Garret had sent her only a couple of hours ago. She looked over the tiny, text-only message again.
Beth, we need to talk, now. I’m coming over to the Brazen. Will meet you in your quarters at 1100 hours. Garret.
The message was certainly perplexing. Not only was it short and obscure, but it was text-only, encrypted and, after all that, and it contained no useful information other than the fact that Garret would be on the ship at 1100. Thinking of which, it’s 1051 now. I’d better get going. Frost handed the bridge over to Chris Carver and left quickly, leaving strict orders not to contact her. It raised a smile from him, but she just ignored it as she walked out.
She walked into her quarters to find Garret sitting down in a chair. “Garret, what’s the matter. What’s going…” She was silenced by a quick wave of his hand. She walked over to him, mouthing the words ‘what’s going on?’ She sat on the chair opposite his, a small table between them. On it were a small paper notepad and a pen, and on the paper was written:
Possible spies on board. Don’t talk, we might be bugged. Garret continued to scrawl. Make something up to say out loud – it’ll sound odd if we don’t speak. Frost quickly thought up something to say, while writing a reply on the paper. Garret cut in for her.
“So, how’s this thing with Jim Robertson going, eh?”
Frost blushed. She didn’t want to talk about this topic but there were more important things to worry about right now. She replied. “Uh, it’s going okay, yeah, absolutely fine.” She handed him back the pad. Spies for whom? What do you know?
She continued to cover the silence as Garret wrote down his reply. “We had dinner a few nights back. It was nice…Jim cooked some food himself, and he even got some of the ship’s wine ration.” Trelor. Robertson uncovered some on the Brimstone. There are 5 on the Phobos – mostly recent transfers. Check your crew manifests for people serving under the guy. Frost nodded.
“Y’know Beth, that’s real sweet,” Garret said. He looked up and Frost could see a mischievous glint in his eyes. He wasn’t just informing her of the spying going on, he was doing some spying of his own – of her love life. She would slap him later. Okay, she wrote, I’ll be careful.
“Shut up, Garret,” she said good-naturedly. “It’s none of your business.” Despite the friendly response, she meant it. Beth, when this is over Nalina wants us to help Robertson hunt Trelor down. Will you help?
“Okay, okay. Touchy…” Frost wrote a single word in response. Yes. Garret got up and headed for the door. ‘I have to get back,’ he mouthed. She replied with an okay.
As Garret stepped through the door he turned back to face Frost. “By the way, I was sorry to hear about Daniel. I never got the chance to say it, what with all that was going on.”
“Thank you, Garret. Let’s hope that we get a bit of revenge on the Shivans soon.”
Garret’s piercing green eyes met with Frost’s own ice blue ones. “Yes,” he replied. “Let’s hope so.”
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PeachE, 06-16-2000 05:47 PM
GTCv Anatu
Talnia
"Captain Mays, level omega security transmission from Admiral Kohler on the Gaia."
"Kohler?" The former TMB captain turned on his personal communications to see the face of his long time leader, once again. "Admiral, what..."
"Stephen, I don't have much time. Even secure transmissions won't last long before being noticed. As you already know, I'm taking the Gaia into battle when the time comes. The chances are I won't return. The chances are... none of the TMB will. Do me a favor."
"Anything Admiral. You know I'm still loyal."
"I've managed to convince the Gamma Fleet leaders to let you and the Kingu go "for parts". They think you will be picking up additional parts in Beta Aquilae for the Gaia, parts to help make sure Hellmouth goes without a hitch. In actuallity, I want you to go to our civilian colony on Alphard II, where the Anatu/Kingu was designed. Our engineers and scientists have taken up there until all quiets down. Tell them I want them to finish work on the Anatu/Kingu project."
"Are you sure sir? That project will take months. We won't be here to help in the battle."
"If you stay, you will die, and there will be nothing left of us... Do as I say. I've got to go. Good luck."
The nearby Axion had detected the transmission but was unable to identify the contents. Assuming it was about the spare parts, the incident went without question. The Anatu and Kingu left Talnia and headed for Alphard, where they would sit quietly for the duration of the project.
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Eishtmo, 06-16-2000 10:01 PM
Another Shivan Ravana destroyer entered through the Knossos device quickly followed by its escorts. The Shivan force around the newly recreated Vega/Capella jump node was huge, with at least 30 Sathanases and their respective fleets. Most of the fleet was in a defensive position around the node, with the rest scattered about the area. The Mastema sat calmly, quietly near the Knossos. All were waiting for something. Perhaps the Shivans could sense the approaching battle, or perhaps they had decoded the Allied transmissions. Either way, the Shivans may know what is coming, or they may not. Even if they did, they didn't show it much, simply conducting their patrols as usual.
The area around the Talnia/Vega jump node was anything but patrol as usual. There were literally hundreds of large warships still moving into position. Fighters of every type darted in and around the massive ships, waiting for the order to go. The SDD Olympus cautiously pulled up into position. Thanks to a "borrowed" IFF signature, Gamma group thought it was the SDD Fargo, a ship the Olympus had taken down only a short time ago. Included in the group were former members of the SDF Rebel Force, which disbanded and surrendered with the arrival of the Absolution. None knew that their former leader had joined them.
The rest of the fleet was a rag tag collection of young crews. Many were only just now finishing their training, only minutes away from the greatest battle any of them would ever see, possible the only battle they would ever see. And then there was the SDF elite forces, the SDF 1st Fleet, the most experienced fleet in the SDF. They had taken up the most important position in the fleet, the destruction of the Vega/Capella node. Right at the heart of this group sat the VAD Axion, Gamma groups command ship, and the GTD Gaia, the ship that would destroy the Capella node, once Gamma was finished with the Knossos power station. But the 1st Fleet wasn't placed here because of their skill alone; they were here because the Neo-Hammer of Light's fleet would be no where near them.
At the Beta Aquilea/Vega jump node, the seen was less chaotic, if not more tense. A good chunk of the total fleet sat here, ready for the battle against the Shivans. The GTVI fleet was made up the few ships that had survived the initial encounter with the Shivans at the Knossos device and those that had participated in the Battle of Vega II, where the Desdemona had gone down. The GTVI forces knew all too well that the Shivans were much stronger than the rest perceived, but they were determined to fix this mess.
The rest of the fleet was made of the regular forces of the GTVA and SDF. These ships had been fighting on the defensive lines since the beginning of the third incursion. Every destroyer has nearly a hundred fighters literally strapped to its hull. Each fighter holds one of the many pilots going into battle. While the major ships of the fleet had been divided up into three groups, the pilots had been sprinkled all throughout the three battle groups so that none would have more skilled fighter pilots than any of the others. Unfortunately, the same can not be said for fighters. The fighters strapped to the hulls had only recently been mothballed and readied for the scrap heap. Now, they were armed and manned and prepared to fight again. From old Angel Scouts to Erinyes, any fighter that did not have an Intersystem jump drive had to have a way into Vega, and even with the huge number of destroyers, there was not enough room in the fighter bays. It didn't help that most of the fighters had little or no modern technology on board. The oldest ones were restricted to the ML-16 laser and MX-50 missiles, weapons that had been shelved long ago as worthless against the Shivans. And then there were the Drones. Hundreds of old Amazon drones had been given the best weapons they could take and the best AI the GTVA could muster and strapped to the hulls of destroyers for a suicide trip. The fighters were cannon fodder, and everyone knew it.
The Deneb/Vega jump node had a very different kind of tension. The combined force of the GTVA elite and the Neo-Hammer of Light fleets brought enough baggage to sink a ship. The GTVA had little reason to trust their former opponets, but the situation made it necessary. While the NHOL had little reason to trust much of its own fleet, let alone the GTVA. When GTVA and NHOL ships were paired up, it was as much a relieve for the GTVA, for now it could watch NHOL ships, as it was for the NHOL, for the GTVA could watch their own former rebels. Oddly, this distrust brought more stability then anything else.
Among the GTVA elite fleet was the GTC Horan. Though not elite naturally, the Horan had been through more than enough to earn it the right. Chased by angry anti-NHOL groups, out maneuvering the initial encounter with the Shivans, and barreling it's way past a black hole had given the Horan a kind of mystique no other ship had. Its partner was the GTC Teple, one of the Aeoloses built after the first Neo-Hammer of Light War to fill the fleet. Now it was another cog in the wheel of the GTVA, and another piece of cannon fodder for the Shivans.
But at the center of Alpha group was the Absolution. Within the great ship's docking bay, thousands of fighters sat suspended on a thin wire designed to shatter as soon as the order is given. Each fighter would then make it's way out and into the battle field, while the ships still stored on the massive racks of the bay would be shot off to join them. Though the center of the fleet, it wasn't the command ship. The fleet was a joint command between the NHOL and the GTVA elite. Yet, both groups looked toward the Absolution, and it's captain, for guidance.
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Deneb/Vega Jump Node - The Absolution
Captain Todd Ripper looked out across the massive bridge. Thousands of Vasudans noisily went about their business of operating the Absolution. He massaged the area around where the translator attached to his neck. He still hated the damn thing, but it was easier then having the entire crew wear them.
"Captain," the Vasudan comm officer said. "Message from Command. They say 'remember the Galatea.'"
"Thank you Lieutenant," Ripper said. "Ma'thon, if you please."
"Of course," Ma'thon said. He picked up the communicator and barked through his orders. "Helm, take us through the node and to coordinates delta."
"Yes sir," the helmsman replied.
"Comm," Ripper said. "Contact the rest of the fleet. Make sure they've received Command's message."
"Yes sir."
"Here we go," Su'mit said.
Ripper nodded. "Straight through the gates of hell."
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The concept of that scene is about the best writing I did for the entire story. Do you feel the tension in it? I do, even now, some 6 years later. And I wrote it. No matter, it's all down hill from here folks. "Remember the Galatea."
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Damn Eishtmo thats a looooooong novell. I think i've read this back in the good old days. Awesome story:nod:
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I think NHOL 3 ended up being twice as long as NHOL 2. I forget how long Terran Imperium was before we stopped. Probably on pace for the same length as NHOL 3.
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Ice Heart, 06-17-2000 12:43 AM
Beta Aquilae-Vega Jump Node
GTCv Phobos
Garrett was tense as he awaited the order he knew was coming. Just twenty minutes ago, orders had confirmed what everyone suspected and Garrett had already known was about to begin. He awaited the phrase that would begin the attack, a phrase that according to the history books, had been a battlecry of the first Great War. Yet he was also preoccupied with other matters...he glanced quickly at Sensor Officer Cortez, their now confirmed spy for Trelor.
Had he not been where anyone would notice his behaviour, Garrett would have been tempted to chuckle aloud. He knew he couldn't neutralize the spies on his ship in the most effective manner, arranging for them to have an 'accident', because that would send just as clearly as any transmission that they had been compromised. He also knew he couldn't cut off the transmissions entirely either. So he allowed them to think that they were sending their transmissions. In truth, thanks to Robertson's information on their transmission encryption, Falstaff and Petrov had rigged the ship to serve as a floating comms receiver. The ship's hull was picking the signals up, and doing so would not compromise their ability to receive outside comms. As such, all the transmissions never made it out of the hull and were sent immediately to Robertson so that he could get the GTVI's codecrackers on it. What Trelor was receiving instead was some very carefully crafted misinformation, information that told him the GTVA would be gathering all its forces in Beta Aquilae for one huge massed assault on the Shivans. Garrett knew that this ruse wouldn't last long, if it fooled Trelor at all. However, he had gotten Robertson's agreement to it...intercepting those transmissions could give them some information on Trelor's whereabouts and aims. Garrett was ready for the inevitable, if any of the agents made a suspicious move, they would be killed. Garrett, Svetlana, and a select few others he had given only vague information concerning the agents were carrying concealed weapons. Garrett and his XO had the bridge, the others were scattered throughout the ship to take down the other agents when it came time.
He glanced at his XO, who was nearby Cortez. He had to admire her ability to cover up her real feelings, she acted as though nothing was wrong. I would be up the proverbial creek without a paddle if I didn't have her. Which was true, she had been the one who figured out the little trick to turn the ship into a floating comm receptor...it was something that GTVA Command would have taken his head for since such modification also made the ship very easy to detect. Robertson hadn't been particularly concerned because the upcoming battle with the Shivans would not be an affair requiring stealthiness at all.
Garrett was pulled out of his thoughts by the commofficer's shout. "Sir! Command says 'Remember the Galatea!'"
Garrett gave the order to his crew and the Phobos, along with hundreds of other vessels, leapt into the node...
Deneb-Vega Jump Node
NHD Iron Fist
Harak was near enough the comm officer's station to hear the go phrase. With that, the crew leapt into action. Helm checked their course one more time, last second preparations were made. A few moments later, Maranville contacted him with the all ready for her force. Harak's forces were ready as well, all that was needed was to contact Ripper and ensure the Absolution was ready to go as well.
Before he could contact Ripper, the Absolution's comm officer contacted them and informed them that all was ready. A few seconds later, the massive juggernaut and its swarm of smaller escorts entered the node for Vega.
This operation was aptly named, thought Harak as the fleet travelled across the lightyears in minutes through subspace, we are truly entering a portal of chaos and destruction.
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Kellan, 06-17-2000 06:11 AM
NHD Abydos
Deneb
The Vasudans on the bridge of the Abydos stood ready - alert, attentive, tense as they waited for the call that would probably send them to their deaths. Running a final check, Ryksos noted that all fighters were ready, including those attached to the destroyer by monofilament thread. Engines were operating at just under peak efficiency, but the engineering team had managed to squeeze another 9% power into the beam cannons. There was the minor risk or burnout, but it was an acceptable one if it meant that a Ravana or a Demon could be dispatched more quickly.
Ryksos’ tactical simulation of the battle to come, which had been running in the background while he made the checks was done. Examining it, he noticed that the casualties would indeed by 65%. The Abydos would be heavily damaged or destroyed in the simulation, but it could not take into account to modifications done to the ships, or, more importantly, the tactical decisions of the commanders. It was merely a number-crunching device. I will have to ensure that my tactics are of the highest quality, then. The thought didn’t worry Ryksos greatly. He had survived intense battles before, and he was not afraid of death.
“Sir!” the comms officer shouted, “we have received a message from Command. Remember –“
“I know,” Ryksos replied, coldly and commandingly. “Take us into subspace.” He sat back and steeled himself as the shimmering blue portal opened and swallowed the vessel, destined for a hell far worse than they had ever imagined.
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GTCv Brazen
Beta Aquilae
The Brazen’s bridge was far too tense. The crew was about to enter into one the largest, most fierce battle ever fought by the GTVA, fighting for it’s very survival whilst probably losing their own chance at it. The communications officer jumped at every status report, sensors swept the area again and again, and the fire control and engineering teams were trying to get their systems up to peak efficiency – a fruitless task most of the time, but it had yielded some marginal results.
Added to that was Frost’s knowledge that there were possibly spies on board with murderous intent, and the fact that after this battle there would be little respite, as Trelor had to be hunted down quickly. She felt the most tense on the bridge, she was sure. It was almost a relief when the call came.
“Remember the Galatea.”
Frost sat back in her chair. “Take us in, helm. It’s time for a little revenge.” Hundreds upon hundreds of subspace portals winked open, and in an instant the fleet was gone.
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Velocity7, 06-17-2000 09:20 PM
6/16/2384
GTC Redway
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"Remember the Galatea."
Velocity 7 looked up. "What was that?"
"It looks to be a transmission for the Alpha team. They're going in. Maybe its a codename for their first part."
"Even though it seems weird, at least they're getting the fight started," Velocity 7 said. "Helm, take us closer to the node. At least behind one of the asteroids."
"Yes sir."
The Redway moved from its current position, like if it were warping into subspace, but it wasn't. Instead, on its waypoint, it was shooting down fighters, beaming transports, and flakking down cruisers. It was not alone however, for the GTD Trident followed behind to reinforce those blasts.
Velocity 7 felt the pressure on his hands. He could only go until Gamma group came in. But what if they didn't survive until they came? They only hoped they would see Admiral Hart before they left the nebulas for good...
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"What's our status?" Barry asked.
"We're still standing by from the node. We're awaiting a transmission from Command."
"Good. Seems Alpha group is going in. Pareen, check how long it'll take before we can go in."
Pareen flicked a few buttons. "Command doesn't know yet. We're going to have to wait...
Clemmens perked up. "Uhh, Barry! Receiving a transmission. It's from the GTC Redway."
"Bring it through." Hart replied.
The transmission was erratic, but it was still audible, but barely any visible person could be seen. "This is Captain Velocity 7. Admiral Hart, can you hear me?"
"Barely, Captain. What's your status?"
"We're beginning our move to the node. Be sure to contact us as soon as Gamma group comes in. We'll move in as soon as we can."
"Stay alive out there, Velocity 7. Even though our casualty estimation is around 65%, I don't want to bring it up any further. You just keep those Shivans busy."
"Yes, Admiral. Helm, keep our speed up. Don't let any Shivan be left un-turned." Static could be heard.
"We've lost the transmission sir," the XO said.
Barry frowned. "Damn. I hope they're all right."
"Me too..." Pareen said.
"Keep our fighters on standby. Scramble them when the time is right.
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HeX, 06-17-2000 09:41 PM
GTVID Brimstone
Beta Aquilae
Robertson had his crew double check the systems, though it was doubtful they had changed in the last while. His code crackers still couldn't breach the codes on the transmissions but that was to be expected. Hishmal had been the head of the Covert Operations division and was one of the best code designers in existence. Robertson doubted they would get any information from the transmissions. Trelor would probably see through the fake messages but is was probable that he already knew the agents had been discovered. Fooling a man who's tactical thinking was above average in an officer was not an easy thing to do.
"Sir!" the comm. officer shouted, "Command message sir!"
"Let's hear it," Robertson replied. He knew exactly what it would say.
"Command says 'remember the Galatae.'"
Robertson nodded and braced himself, this was the moment he had been dreading, the final battle was at hand. "Helm, engage subspace drive. Comm. open a channel to the fleet. All ships, we're moving out and I have only one thing to say. Today we fight for survival as we have done in the past twice before. Let's make our ancestors proud! To victory for Human and Vasudan kind!"
The bridge erupted in cheers as the fleet surged forward to it's meeting with destiny.
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GTD Nova Sun
Unknown System beyond Dubbe
"They are on their way?" Trelor asked Hishmal who stood behind him. The Vasudan stepped forward and stopped to stare out the view port at the almost starless void around the ship.
"Yes sir," Hishmal replied, "All ships have begun their attack on Vega. Sir, what shall happen if the battle has the outcome our agents have predicted?"
"Do not trouble yourself with such matters. Our new friend assures me that all will be taken care of. Have we received any more transmissions from the Phobos?"
"None that hold up sir. You were right about them being falsified. I do not believe they will be able to crack my encryption codes."
"I certainly hope you're right Hishmal. I would hate to have our plans upset this late in the process. Return to your ship and keep a watch on the battle. When it is over, we will need to begin setting our plot in motion."
"I will be ready Admiral."
The Vasudan began to leave the room. Trelor turned from his window, "Hishmal," the Vasudan stopped and turned to face Trelor, "locate our friend out there, we will need to talk to him very shortly. I have a feeling things are going to get very interesting soon."
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Eishtmo, 06-17-2000 10:43 PM
Vega/Capella Jump Node
The Shivan force hovered against the cold blackness of space. Then, they picked up something, something big. The mighty black and red warships and fighters turned toward where the subspace disturbance came from. One of the Sathanases turned toward the location and began powering up its weapons. Whether it was some sixth sense, or just the output of some machine, the Shivans seemed to know that what was coming was different, no, larger than anything they had seen before, and it was coming toward them.
A great subspace vortex opened, it's blue and white maw signaling the arrival of the Absolution. The Shivan fighters hurled them towards the target, and the Sathanas targeted the opening. But it never got the chance to fire. As the front part of the Absolution peeked out, a beam of white, hot energy shot out, right at the Sathanas. The juggernaut didn't even know what had hit it, for it vaporized in the blast, as did any other Shivan vessels unlucky enough to be caught in the beams' path. The other ships now turned to see this great beast finish emerging from subspace. A small group of Sathanases turned and began a run against the great ship. But their turning was ill timed as the rest of Alpha group arrived and waded into the flocks of Shivan ships.
The Allied fighters now detached from their mother ships and shot out to engage the Shivan forces head on. The Shivans were surprised for a moment, but only a moment. Fighters now seeped from every ship that could carry them and headed off to intercept the oncoming hoards. Shivan destroyers, corvettes and cruisers now left their standard patrol positions and made for Alpha group. Yet the Shivans were in for one last surprise as Beta group dropped in behind the charging fleets.
The Shivans now sent in the Sathanases, at least 17 of them, along with their respective fleets. It seemed that even though they had expected the attack, they had never expected this kind of attack, and they began to fight in a slightly confused manner, attacking whomever came across them. But the Allied ships took a more methodical approach to the battle, taking even the mighty Ravana destroyers down with relative ease. Hope now came to the Allies, most of whom had expected to die very early on, swatted down by the "Great Destroyers."
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Alpha Group - GTC Horan
"Fire," Thomas yelled.
The mighty ion cannon of the Horan powered up and fired its light blue beam at a nearby Lilith cruiser. The Shivan ship was thrown back in pain, a gapping hole in its side. Suddenly, the green beam of the GTC Teple fired off into the Lilith, smashing into the reactor and destroying the ship.
"Good work Teple," Sission called through the comm system.
"Helm bring us around," Thomas called out.
The Horan and the Teple made their way around towards a distant Cain and began making their way to meet it.
"Sir," Sission said. "We're receiving a call from the GVD Homage. They're under attack by at least six different ships and can't take them all."
"Where's their partner?" Thomas said.
"The Rommel is assisting, but they've taken a hit to their main cannons," Jaminison said.
"Fine," Thomas said. "Helm, set course for the Homage, best speed."
"Aye sir," Julian said.
"Sission, inform the Teple."
"They're coming with us sir."
Thomas nodded. "Good."
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Beta Aquilea - GTVA Command
Admiral Leaky examined the massive map in front of him. In their various icons, the ships of both sides were highlighted; little beam images connect those engaging each other. He glanced up at the mission clock. It had only been 10 minutes since the battle had begun, and the losses weren't as bad as they were suppose to be. He smiled, this might work after all.
"What percent of the Sathanas fleet has Alpha and Beta pulled away?" he bellowed.
"Nearly 60 percent sir," the Commander said. "That's within limits, we can launch Gamma now."
"I'd rather give them a better chance," Leaky said. "How about the rest of the fleet?"
"Only 45 percent," the Commander said. "That's still within limits."
Leaky muttered to himself, and then used his laser pointer on the big board. "Have pair 1 12 A move here," he said pointing to the destination. "Make sure to send plenty of support, we want to drag another 5 percent of the fleet into the battle."
"Sir," the Commander said. "1 12 A is currently engaging a Ravana and her escorts, if we move them we'll be exposing their flanks."
"Damn," Leaky said. "Okay, how about 1 14 A, they're only taking on a Moloch."
"I'll transmit the orders sir," the Commander said.
Leaky watched as the data streamed from the battlefield dumped on to the map board. Pair 1 14 A slowly made it's way toward a group of awaiting Demons. Suddenly, the lights of the beams lit up as the pair engaged the enemy. The Demons now began moving toward the pair. "Order 1 14 A back to the front lines. Tell them to take those Demons along for the ride."
"Aye sir," the Commander replied. The battle continued for what seemed like hours but was only another three minutes. "Sir, we're now well within limits for Gamma launch."
"Fine, order them in."
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Talnia System - SDD Olympus
"Sir, incoming transmission from Command."
"What is it?" Hamilton said.
"Avenge the Bastion."
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PeachE, 06-18-2000 08:10 AM
GTD Gaia
Talnia
"That's the order. Has the Axion recieved the transmission yet." Kohler tapped his fingers impatiently across the arm of his chair.
"Axion is signalling for communication now, sir."
"Put them on."
The screen flickered for a few seconds before finally coming on. The fact that this ship used to be mothballed was becoming more clear by the minute. "Kohler, the command has come through. Where are the Anatu and Kingu?"
"I do not know. I suspect the errand took longer than originally planned. However, the Gaia is still ready to go. The parts were for efficiency maximizing, not crucial for the missionm, just helpful."
The man on the other end of the screen looked very annoyed at this. "Very well. We'll be down two ships... but I suppose they weren't absolutely necessary."
A few more minutes of the conversation elapsed before the order was given out to the entire Gamma fleet. It was time to move. Every Vali Alliance ship, SDF ships, almost every TMB ship, green GTVA forces, as well as some of the other privateer groups, all jumped into subspace. Fighters were strapped to the hull of every ship, even the Gaia, until they reached the other side. The Anatu and Kingu were the only true TMB ships missing for departure. But the Erikson and Reaper had been transferred to Beta Fleet with Robertson, giving him control of all three Dominators.
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Gamma reached the other side closer to the Capella node than the other fleets, behind the current battle. That was why Talnia had been chosen. The Vega/Talnia node was the closest of the three. They wouldn't have as far to go, and they wouldn't have as long of a distance to risk the Gaia.
As they jumped in, the fighter detatched, thousands of them, moving in swarms. Kohler thought he even saw a few Apollos in the mix. The fighters moved in against the remaining Shivans, who released their own fighters in response. Many of the Shivan ships surrounding the node turned to engage the new fleet. Some others, perhaps seeing a divide and conquer strategy in the mix, moved in against Alpha and Beta fleets. The good thing was, that except for a half dozen smaller ships and the Mastema, the node was clear; the Sathanases had all engaged. As the Shivans and Gamma fleet clashed, beams shot out every direction, from every ship, with the single exception of the Gaia, a ship so old, a beam system had never been installed. If it was any consolation, Command had managed to retrofit a flak system and a single weak Ion cannon to the ship.
"TMB forces are beginning their run on the power system. They're under heavy attack, sir."
Kohler answered as if he had been thinking about the prospect of losing his fleet for days. "We can't do anything to help. If the Gaia goes down here, the mission is a failure, and with our luck, we would take down the Axion in the process. Continue paired engagements with Axion."
The Gaia and Axion moved in against a Ravana class destroyer. The Axion released an array of beams on the Shivan vessel. The Gaia maintained a steady fire of missiles, occasionally letting loose with the single forward Ion cannon. Not too long after the beginning of the engagement, the Ravana became the first major casualty Gamma would inflict. Clearly, the Axion was doing the work here, but the two ships managed to work out a system of sorts: Axion would take care of engaging the primary target, while the Gaia, using its Ion Cannon to engage primary when possible, would focus on fighter and bomber detail, allowing the Axion to devote more resources to destroying the target. Another Ravana and a Demon would go down, as well as the disarming of several Sathanases, before the Gamma fleet would suffer its first casualties...
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And that's the end of page 6. Tomorrow page 7 and the battle rages on.
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Back with more fighting to the death.
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PeachE, 06-18-2000 08:33 AM
The GTC Belletelli and Zakar saw that it was time to move against the power generator. After the "disappearance" of the Anatu and Kingu, they were all that was left of the original TMB fleet. The two cruisers closed in on the small structures, as did many small bombers. Missiles, turret fire, bombs, beams: they were all hurled at the station, which would prove surprisingly sturdy. The missiles and turret fire did nothing at all, while the bombs and beams did only minimal damage. The destruction of the station was going to take a long time at this rate, and the attack on the station had not gone unnoticed.
A Sathanas class juggernaut approached the two ships, as they tried desperately to get out of the way. The large arms of the Sathanas charged up and proved that the efforts to escape were nothing but a futile biding for time. When the Juggernaut reconfigured for a full attack, the Belletelli recieved the maximum force a Sathanas could deliver. The small cruiser lasted seconds, if that, before being vaporized. The Zakar, a much lighter, much faster cruiser, was more successful at dodging the beam fire, but even it was caught by an occasional single beam.
"Hart, this is Commander Michael Perry of the Zakar. All attacks on the power station have proven useless. The missiles and turret-fire do nothing at all, and the bombs and beams might as well be bullets. A Sathanas has engaged and destroyed the Belletelli and is now in pursuit of the Zakar. Orders?"
"Get back to the lines. We have another plan for the power station."
The Zakar proved successful at dodging the Sathanas for a while, before running right into the Mastema. It was a trap: the Sathanas had chased them in. The Zakar tried desperately to turn, only to provide a larger target for the Mastema to hit. A cluster of beams on her starboard side focused on the light cruiser and opened fire. The Zakar never stood a chance. The fight was over... for her.
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Kellan, 06-18-2000 11:15 AM
GTCv Brazen
Vega
“Hard to port!” Frost shouted as a Shivan Moloch roared by their side. Helm complied, throwing the crew hard to the left as the Shivan vessel swept by mere metres from the hull. The portside beams of the Brazen opened up on the corvette, leaving a pair of great scars on the vessel. Their partner ship, the GVCv Procne ripped into the Moloch’s rear sections as it pulled forward from the Brazen. All around the vessels fighters and bombers buzzed, pitching and rolling and dying in plumes of flame. At the moment the defending Taurets were doing a good job of keeping the wings of Nahemas and Nephilims away from the allied vessels, but the Shivans were pouring forth in massive numbers. It could be only a matter of time before they were overwhelmed.
“Sir,” Rayner cried over the din on board, “incoming message from tactical command. They’ve ordered us to disengage and move to these co-ordinates.” He threw a datapad across the bridge and Frost caught it.
“What?” she asked. “Those co-ordinates take us right into the path of these Demon-class destroyers.”
“I think that’s the idea, captain. They want to lure some more of the Shivan fleet into battle. We have orders only to draw them into the fire of the larger vessels, and not to attempt an engagement.”
Frost frowned. “Sounds like we’re being used as bait. I don’t suppose they want to risk a pair of destroyers. Okay helm, we can’t argue with Command, take us in.” The helmsman complied quickly as Frost commed the captain of the Procne, Veq’uerel.
“Did you get the orders from Command, Veq’uerel?”
The tall Vasudan replied. “Yes, Captain Frost. We are moving into position now.” As they did, the fighters covered their detachment from the engagement with the Moloch. As a parting shot the Brazen fired it’s rear beams at the Shivan corvette, smashing into the centre of the vessel and leaving it spinning head over tail, dead in the water. The bombers could finish it off.
The Demon-class destroyers lived up to their names, in looks as well as in firepower. As the two corvettes advanced side-by-side, advance bomber elements attacked one of the destroyers and their escorting fighters. This was enough to draw them out, and they lurched forward slowly. The Brazen and Procne moved to turn around; they were not able to win a stand-up fight against a pair of Shivan destroyers. Instead Frost ordered a course towards the GTD Tempura and the GVD Hannarthep. The allied ships would be able to cut the Demons to ribbons.
It was then that the problems began. A broad crimson beam flashed out and struck the GVCv Procne directly in the aft section. On Frost’s screen, status monitors on the Procne went haywire, showing red indicators or blacking out. A few moments later Commander Veq’uerel’s face, banded by static appeared on the screen.
“Captain Frost, we’ve been hit and power output is down to 37%. We will not be able to outpace the Demons now. Leave us and save yourself.”
“No, we won’t leave you here. Nothing you can say will convince us otherwise. Helm, turn us back towards the Procne.” Frost’s resolve hardened. “Get your crew to the escape pods, Veq’uerel. We can at least save them.” The Commander of the Vasudan vessel nodded and turned off the communications link. Mere moments later another message came in, this time from the GTD Tempura.
“Admiral Tom Faulkner reporting. Brazen, we’re moving into position to engage the Demons. The Tempura is ready to receive escape pods. Hannarthep is also moving to cover you.” Frost confirmed and thanked the Admiral on board the Tempura. Then she turned to her bridge crew.
“Helm, take us down the starboard side of the nearest Demon so that the other one is blocked by it. Fire control, power up the main weapons. Gunnery, I want that main beam ripped off the side of that thing before it opens fire on us.”
The Brazen passed the slow-moving Procne as the main beam on the nearest Demon, the Surya, opened up on it again. A group of small specks, which had to be escaping pods, were streaming from the front of the Procne now, and fighters were keeping bombers and Shivan fighters away from them and the stricken corvette. The Brazen’s anti-fighter beams flicked out at Shivan targets, neutralising them. A few moments later the two frontal cannons of the Terran corvette powered up, and with a scream slashed across the side of the Demon. The main beam wasn’t destroyed, but a pair of well-aimed anti-capital ship turrets finished it off. Frost smiled as the Brazen’s incandescent green beams cut across the flank of the destroyer.
It wasn’t enough to save the Procne, though. Two more perfect red lines sliced the vessel lengthways, splitting it apart in a pyrotechnic explosion. One other blast struck the Hannarthep as it returned fire on the other Demon, the Larkashi. However, it was giving as good as it got, boring holes into the top armour of the Demon. However, now the destroyer was getting deep into trouble, as multiple bomber wings smashed through the fighter screen and a Mikelats advanced behind them.
The Brazen was now moving over the top of the Surya, slashing away as it did so in an effort to defend the Hannarthep. Small beams from the top of the Surya struck the Brazen, but did little damage. The Shivan behemoth’s attention was more focused on the Tempura now as it advanced, almost into firing range and sat receiving the escape pods.
“Open fire on the Larkashi’s main cannons,” Frost instructed. “Maximum charge.” Fire control met her request quickly. A sustained burst of fire ripped the beam cannon off the side of the Larkashi. Then there was an explosion on board and much of the power shorted out.
“What the hell just happened?” Frost shouted over the now-too-familiar alert klaxons and through the haze of acrid smoke lit in red. A quick diagnostic revealed the problem, but Carver confirmed it for her.
“The beams burned out and overloaded fire control. Heavy damage to weapons systems, beam cannons are offline, as you’d expect. We have sustained casualties,” he reported, wiping the blood from a large gash in his forehead from his eyes. The bridge was momentarily lit as another beam from the Hannarthep’s forward array tore into the Demon, but it returned fire hard, smashing a gaping hole in the Vasudan destroyer’s forward hull. Then the fire died down and the bridge was weakly lit again.
“Tempura, we need support over here!” the Hannarthep’s commander cried out. The Brazen was still moving forward, but with no beam weapons it was little more than an anti-fighter flak platform…and a target.
“Negative, Hannarthep. We’re still receiving escapees from the Procne and the Surya is engaging us. I’m dispatching several wings of fighters and bombers to cover you, but that’s all I can offer for now.” Frost ground her teeth; the Tempura was engaged and taking fire from the Surya and her bombers. Still, the Tempura would still probably have been able to help. GTVA forces were stretched too thin and eventually something would give.
This just keeps getting better and better…
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Eishtmo, 06-18-2000 09:16 PM
Vega/Capella Jump Node - Operation Hellmouth
Another flash of beam fire streaches across the sky. The Shivan and Allied forces face each other head on, weapons lighting up the sky. The Shivans finally had recovered from the inital shock of the Allied attack, and began hitting back, hard. While a defensive force, as well as the Mastema, held back at the node, the Shivans now began to concentrate on Alpha and Beta groups, trying to utterly destroy them. And then, Gamma arrived.
Perhaps it was the fact that Gamma group came in nearly 15 minutes after the battle was joined, but this time, the Shivans were waiting. The inital attacks by Gamma went well, but the Shivans hit back, and hit back hard.
A pair of cruisers from Gamma made their way towards the power station, only to have one of the ships destroyed. The second cruiser successfuly made it to the Knossos power station, unfortuantly, the low fire power of the cruiser proved worthless, and the cruiser turned away, only to be chased into the jaws of the new Shivan jug. It didn't stand a chance.
The rest of Gamma group now began fighting their way to the power station to lay in heavier weapons, but the Shivans weren't about to let them through. Ships began to explode in pretty fireballs as the Allied forces advanced.
Alpha and Beta continued to maintain their slow advance toward the nod, the Absolution at its heart. But the great ship couldn't point directly towards its goal. To simply fire the main beam at attacking warships, the ship must turn it's entire body to aim and fire. This caused the ship to produce a winding path across the sky.
Pairs of Allied warships take on individal Shivan ships. Shivan destroyers were torn apart by this pairing, but the Shivans had numbers on their side, and they hammered the Allies at every turn. The fighters danced throughout the sky, twisting and turning within each other, until one or the other ships explodes. The entire battle seemed to be something out of a movie, yet it was real, and it wasn't ending anytime soon.
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Gamma Group - SDD Olympus
"Bring us around," Hamilton yelled. "Target Ravana 90 and fire!"
"Aye sir," yelled fire control.
The Olympus' flux cannon fired off and ripped the forward beam cannons off Ravana 90. Bombers now decended on the disarmed Ravana, and dropped their bomb loads onto the ship. Blue spheres of energy fluttered off, and the Ravana collapsed in a great explosion.
"Where's the Absolution?" Hamilton said.
"They're with Alpha group," Harris said. "On the other side of the node."
"Damn," Hamilton said. "Helm, set course for the Absolution."
"You want to go through that?" Harris asked with disbelief.
"If we're going to do this, we'll have to take risks," Hamilton said. The Olympus turned toward the Absolution far off in the distance.
"But that big of a risk," Harris said. "Hell, we're going to have to pass right in front of the Mastema."
"So be it," Hamilton said. "Flank speed."
"Flank speed aye," the helmsmen said.
"If you don't mind sir," Harris said. "I'll be waiting in the escape pod."
"Sit down Harris, we'll be okay."
Harris sighed. "I hope so."
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Ice Heart, 06-19-2000 12:14 AM
GTCv Phobos
Vega
The twin beams of the Phobos slashed lengthwise across the side of the Moloch directly in front of it. The Phobos was on its side in relation to the corvette, and the Phobos' partner, the GTCv Guderian, was above the Shivan ship, pointing down directly at it. A few seconds after the Phobos' beams had drained their charge, the dual beams of the Guderian fired, slashing lengthwise across the Moloch's top. One of the beams must have found something volatile underneath the armor as the battered and comparatively thin center segment of the Moloch was rippled by multiple explosions, throwing the fore and aft segments in different directions. The fore section was thrown more violently than the aft and struck the side of a nearby Demon, the aft merely drifted in the direction of the Capella node.
"Good shot, Guderian." Garrett complimented the captain of the other Deimos. "How is your ship holding up?"
"We have multiple hull breaches on several decks, a few of our turrets are down. We've got it under control."
Garrett nodded...his own ship was in similar shape, though its condition was much worse in one way. The left hand anti-cap beam of the Phobos had been damaged by a Shivan fighter which slammed into it while paying more attention to the allied fighters chasing it than to the capital ship it was near. The beam was being repaired, but damage control still estimated it would be at least fifteen minutes. As such, Garrett was trying to maneuver in a way that would not reveal his ship's weakness until the beam was back up.
Garrett glanced at his sensor repeater display. It was impossible to tell individual ships apart on the long range display, the sensors were merely a swarm of red and green icons. The short range wasn't much better, but Garrett noted an aging Aten paired with a capital ship beam packing Mentu were under attack by another Moloch. The Moloch would make short work of them if they didn't get some help.
"Guderian, lets take out Moloch 110, that will give those cruisers some breathing room." The Moloch was presenting its left side relative to the Phobos. "Straight in, concentrate fire on that center section again. Cut off its anti-cap beams as soon as possible."
The Moloch was preoccupied with the cruisers and evidently didn't notice the two Terran corvettes. The Guderian and Phobos fired almost simultaneously, four anti-capship beams slashing along the side of the Moloch. A few moments later, from the other side, the Mentu's pair of beams cut into it as well. After dealing that parting blow, the Mentu peeled to the left and rejoined its Aten partner as they moved in on a Rakshasa.
The Moloch, though stricken, was no where near finished. It turned to face its attackers and as it came about, fired its anti-capital ship beam into the Guderian's face and burned off one of the two forward anti-cap beams. As they approached, the fighters defending the ships on both sides moved in to engage one another and swat down bombers.
As the Phobos and Guderian fired again, this time with only three beams total striking the face of the Shivan vessel, a lone Seraphim bomber that had somehow been totally unnoticed by the Phobos and Guderian's escorts maneuvered in behind and to the left of the Phobos. It approached nearer, going totally unnoticed until it dropped its bombs. It was close range and the two rear flak turrets tried to intercept the bombs, but failed. The pair bombs impacted near the area of the Phobos' disabled anti-capital ship beam. In retribution, the combined fire of the two rear flak turrets literally shredded the bomber as it pulled away.
"What hit us!?" Garrett shouted as the bridge was vibrated by the bomb impacts.
The engineering officer reported. "A Seraphim slipped past our fighters and dumped its bombs near the left anti-capital ship beam."
Garrett inhaled sharply. His Exec had gone to attend to supervising the damage control teams, she was good at putting the teams where they were most needed, usually she did better if she was not on the bridge trying to direct them but rather down there with them. She had last been near there. "Executive Officer Petrov, report. What is the status of the anti-capital ship beam?"
He received static for a reply. "Svetlana, tell me whats going on down there." He only hoped that he sounded much more calm than he felt...a quick glance at the engineering officer's face told Garrett that he had succeeded in seeming calm.
He feared the worst as he spoke to the engineering officer. "Get another team on that cannon, we need it back up before any Shivans figure out that we're defenseless to capital ships coming on the left. Send a med team down there as well...there may be some survivors."
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Ice Heart, 06-19-2000 12:37 AM
NHD Iron Fist
Vega
The Iron Fist and the Abydos approached the massive bulk of a Sathanas from the sides, as they neared, both ships fired their broadsides. Their beams tore off the two upper main beams of the juggernaut. The Abydos and Iron Fist came in on the sides of the ship, just barely out of the firing area of the main beams. As they approached, they rolled to face the broadside opposite that which had just fired to the juggernaut. A second salvo flashed out from the two ships, burning off the claws where the bottom pair of beams were mounted. With that, the Sathanas was reduced to little more than an extra-large anti-fighter platform. It could do no more harm to any ships.
The two destroyers pulled up and met again at the top of the ship. This had been their second successful juggernaut declawing. Harak smiled. The maneuver they had used had been Ryksos' idea, come in straight ahead towards a juggernaut from the sides, then if their forward beams hadn't yet taken out the juggernaut's main beams, roll to present one broadside to a main beam. Once that one was gone, flip the next broadside to take out the two remaining beams.
Harak looked out the forward view and saw that their methods had apparently not gone unnoticed by the Shivans. A Ravana and a Demon were moving to engage them. Good...the main beam should be back up by then. The Iron Fist's main beam was not as powerful as a Shivan juggernaut's main beams, but it also was much more powerful than an average destroyer beam. The Iron Fist had one of these beams, and the Anubis had one as well. Harak contacted Ryksos. "A pair of Shivan destroyers have noticed what we've done to their juggernauts. We'll concentrate our fire on that Ravana's main beams, then hit the Demon's main beams. Once those are down, we can finish them with ease."
The two pairs of ships cruised towards each other, they were still relatively far away from one another. As they went, the anti-fighter defenses of both NHOL destroyers swatted at Shivan ships in passing. One of the left side beams of the Abydos burned across a Rakshasa as they passed, leaving a trench along the little Shivan ship's spine. Harak glanced out the left view and saw another pair of his destroyers slugging away at a juggernaut. They had two of its four beams down when a Ravana managed to line up its main beams behind the NHD Behedti. The beams fired and tore into the already battered aft section, causing massive hull failure. The secondary beams of the Ravana fired and peirced deep into the wounded destroyer, finding the reactor and touching off a series of explosions that consumed the NHOL vessel.
A moment later, gunnery reported the main beam ready to fire. Harak glared at the vessel which had just killed several thousand of his people. Once these two are out of the way, you will pay for the Behedti's death with your own life.
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Kellan, 06-19-2000 12:44 PM
GTCv Brazen
Vega
The decapitated head of the SD Surya sailed by the Brazen’s window, testament to the sheer power of the GTD Tempura. That only left one damaged Demon, the Larkashi, to deal with, along with the Shivans engaging the Hannarthep. At that moment, though, the crew of the Brazen had more to worry about. A barrage of bombs exploding on or near the hull rocked the Brazen. In response the gunners tore three Shivan bombers to pieces with the flak cannons. Two more turned and attacked again. They too suffered a similar fate, but not before their bombs vaporised a couple of the turrets that had destroyed them.
“Sir,” shouted Richards, the sensor operator, “we have a Sathanas juggernaut disengaging and moving towards the Hannarthep!” Indeed, the wicked claws of the Shivan behemoth were turning to face the stricken Typhon. It was turning and moving too, but there was no escape for the allied destroyer. As a final gesture its main cannons ripped another chunk from the Larkashi, taking its hull integrity down another notch. A second golden beam failed at the oncoming Sathanas, but to no avail.
The massive Sathanas beams burned and melted the far side of the Typhon away, ripping right through the destroyer, vaporising entire decks in the blink of an eye. A colossal explosion engulfed the remains of the destroyer and most of the escapees. Terran, Vasudan and Shivan fighters and bombers were incinerated in the blast. The scattered, crippled survivors of the destruction limped their way back to the Tempura as it moved forward to engage the Shivans. A salvo of beam fire found the Larkashi’s vital systems, finishing it off and rocking the Brazen for a second time in a few moments.
Now the Tempura had to engage the Sathanas. It stood little to no chance of survival, but still the Admiral on board, Faulkner, continued. He was either very confident or dedicated, or very stupid – and soon to be very dead. Frost stood, watching the destroyer move in on the juggernaut.
“Sir, we have one of the Hannarthep’s escape craft on a collision course with the Brazen!” cried Richards, the sensor operator.
“Signal them to break off of their current heading,” Frost ordered. “Do it now!”
Frost listened to the communications officer, Rayner, take over and signal the damaged Vasudan vessel. There was no answer. Either the comms system is shot, or they’re all dead. After the amount of battering those escape craft took, I wouldn’t be surprised.
“Omicron 3, adjust your heading now. You are on a collision course with our vessel.” Still no answer came from the damaged Satis. “Repeat,” Rayner began, “adjust…”
A bright beam of green light flashed out and annihilated the transport vessel. It had come from the Tempura. The Satis, which might have destroyed the Brazen had it continued on its suicidal path was gone – and a GTVA vessel had destroyed it. But the danger wasn’t over yet. Panic in his voice, Richards shouted out again.
“Captain, there’s a large amount of Vasudan debris from the Hannarthep and the Satis headed this way!”
“Brace for impact!” Frost screamed, leaping behind the cover of a shattered bulkhead and pulling Rayner down with her. The gunners that could still fire tried to thin out the wreckage, but the diminished firepower wasn’t enough. A piece of scorched debris loomed large…
And then it all went black for Captain Bethany Frost. The last thing she saw was an immense flash of blue light striking the Sathanas as it punched a hole in the port side of the Tempura.
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Velocity7, 06-19-2000 05:30 PM
6/17/2384
Capella Side
Vega/Capella Node -- Operation Hellmouth
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The Redway made a sharp bank on its course for the node. Captain Velocity 7 finally heard the code, "Avenge the Bastion", meaning that Gamma group would enter. And so the Redway would as well. The GTD Trident followed them, for fire support. However, the two ships have a small possibility of reaching the node in one piece. At least 20 juggernauts were waiting at the node for attacking the GTVA Fleet.
A big shake could be felt on the bridge. "Damage report," Velocity 7 said.
"We've taken damage on decks 13 and 5. Our Shivan-upgraded hull is not working."
"Damn. Fire all beams on the bomber squadrons only. Open a channel with the GTD Trident."
"Yes sir."
The Admiral looked up. "What is it?"
"I want you to fire on all cruisers and corvettes that you can see. We've got to reach the node if we have to live."
"We'll try. Currently, beams 3, 4 and 5 are down due to overheating. We can only use 1, 2, and 6."
"Good luck." Velocity 7 turned to his helmsman as the screen went off. "Helm, take evasive maneuvers. We've got to reach the node!"
The Redway started making U-turns, somersaults, whatever it could do to evade the beam fire from the juggernauts. The Trident was not faring well either. About 10 cruisers and 10 corvettes suddenly ganged up on the destroyer, thus preventing it from travelling any further.
"Velocity 7," the Admiral called up again, "we can't make it! The Trident is stuck, our engines disabled. I'm afraid we'll have to abandon ship. We're sending about 20 escape pods to rendezvous with your ship."
"That's suicide! Under the beam fire..."
"It doesn't matter anymore. If we die, it's not in the destroyer."
"Very well, Admiral."
"Captain, we're receiving a transmission. It's from Admiral Hart."
"Put it through," Velocity 7 said.
"Captain, Gamma group has made it to the battlefield. I suggest you begin making your way to the node."
"We've already made our journey about three quarters to the node."
"Can you tell us how many juggernauts are waiting there for us?"
"About 20...oh ****!"
"What is it, Captain?"
"15 more juggernauts just jumped in!"
"That's not good. The Shivan fleet is stronger than we thought."
"What about the Absolution?"
"It can only take out one juggernaut at a time with its beam, but it takes too long to recharge!"
Velocity 7 frowned. "Damn. I'm heading for the node as fast as I can."
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VR7, 06-19-2000 09:06 PM
HRJ Armageddon
Deneb Orbit
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The figure of a dark Admiral entered the bridge. Captain Hackson, the present commander of the Armageddon, recognized the higher authority of Admiral Korith Jr.
"Admiral, long range sensors indicate that there are several GTVA and SDF vessels near the jump node intersecting the Capella/Vega node. An SDF cruiser detected our presence but was unable to escape Deneb alive, and something that claims to be the Absolution was detected entering the-"
Suddenly, the grinning Admiral grabbed Hackson by his neck and lifted him into the air. "You have done well, captain." He complimented. "But unfortunately, your use for me has ended." The captain struggled to get out of Korith's hand, but collapsed on the ground, with no movement.
The crew gasped, but none dared to create a mutiny. Although he was old, they did not realize his strength had not changed since 30 years.
"Helm, set a course for the Vega jump node."
"Yes sir." Two medics rushed in and seized the unconsious Hackson, and dragged him out of the bridge.
"I want to see how powerful this 'Absolution' is. No matter how much, still it won't be a match for this juggernaut." Korith smiled as his ship manuevered itself to a nearby jump node.
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Eishtmo, 06-19-2000 10:04 PM
Vega/Capella Jump Node - Operation Hellmouth
The Olympus slowly made it's way past the Mastama towards the Absolution. The crew anxiously waited for the Shivan jug to fire, and destroy the small ship. It didn't. The Mastama just sat there, occasionally firing at the ships attacking the Knossos power station.
Hamilton smiled at this bit of luck. "It must be defending the Knossos device, little more," he said.
"But why?" Harris asked. "It's not necessary to maintain the node. They should know that."
"Who cares?" Hamilton said. "We have a mission to accomplish." He turned toward the sensor display and began tracing a route with his finger. "If we take this path, we can still attack the Absolutions main gun while making it difficult for them to hit us with their secondary beams." He finished the first pass, then made a loop where the ship would turn for a second pass. "We should be able to take it out in less then three passes."
"If we live that long," Harris muttered. "Sir, once we begin firing, the entire fleet is going to be gunning for us. We can't avoid all of their beams."
"We won't have to," Hamilton said with a smile. "They'll be more worried about the Shivans then us. Besides, most of these ships are SDF, they probably won't lift a finger against us."
"And if they do?"
Hamilton looked up at his subordinate. "We die."
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Alpha Group - The Absolution
"What the hell is that?" Ripper said. The 3D display showed a single SDF destroyer moving past the Mastama and barreling toward the Absolution.
"It appears to be a SDF destroyer," Ma'thon said.
"Yeah, I figured that," Ripper said. "But why is it coming over here?" Ripper touched the image to get more information on the ship. "SDD Fargo," he said. "Isn't that ship with Gamma group?"
"Yes," Su'mit said after studying the battle plan for a moment.
"I thought all ships were to stay with their battle groups," Ma'thon said with concern.
"Yes, they are," Ripper said. "That's what has me worried."
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The Olympus now began entering firing range of the Absolution. The giant ship did a sharp turn to target a Shivan Demon, and vaporized the ship.
Hamilton chuckled. "Thanks for setting yourselves up," the Admiral said. "Harris, change IFF signatures. Fire control, target the Absolution's main gun and fire at will."
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Ripper continued to examine the SDD Fargo when the image flickered for a moment. Ripper stepped back, then forward as the new data was uploaded. Suddenly, the Absolution shook.
"Sir, the main cannon has been hit," the damage control officer stated. "Back up systems have come online."
"It's the Olympus," Ripper yelled.
"Impossible," Ma'thon said. "They could not have made it this far."
"They can when they're masquerading as another ship," Ripper declared. "Fire on the Olympus, full spread."
"I am sorry sir, but I cannot get a clean shot," the fire control officer said.
"Well find someone who does," Ripper yelled.
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The Olympus raked the side of the Absolution with its flux cannons, while the Absolutions' shots missed with each firing. Hamilton was very pleased. "I knew our technology was better than anything a dirty Zod could come up with."
"We are ready for our turn," Harris said.
The Olympus activated its breaking and maneuvering thrusters, turning the massive ship around for a second pass on the Absolution. A few of the nearby NHOL cruisers attempted an attack run on the SDF ship, but were interrupted by a Shivan Ravana, which tore one of the ships asunder, only to have a pair of GTVA destroyers descend on it. The Olympus charged forward, chipping away at the side of the Absolution. The smile on Hamilton's lips grew with each successful hit. He didn't heed the warning of another pair of cruisers on an attack run.
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Alpha Group - GTC Horan
"We're in range of the Olympus," Jaminison said.
"Good," Thomas said evilly. "Time for revenge. Open fire!"
The ion cannon on the Horan fired off and rammed into the forward quarter of the Olympus. The Teple followed this up with it's own volley. Suddenly, the Absolution followed up with it's own beam.
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"Damage on decks 5-12," Harris shouted. "We've lost breaking and maneuvering thrusters."
"Get repair crews on the thrusters now," Hamilton yelled. "Use whatever we have on the Horan. We'll show them who not to mess with!"
The Absolution fired a second beam, striking the rear of the ship, near the engines.
The bridge crew of the Olympus was thrown forward. "Goddamn it, get us away from that ship," Hamilton screamed.
"Not a problem sir," the helmsmen said with despair. "The engines have been jammed full open."
"What?" Hamilton said. "Damn it, get those breaking thrusters online now!"
"Repair teams say there's too much damage to even get close," Harris said. "Sir, we can't stop and we can't turn."
"So what?" Hamilton said. "If anyone gets in our way, we'll blast them. Weapons are still working, right?"
"Sir," Harris said. "We are headed straight for the Knossos power station."
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Okay, enough for tonight. The Mastama, if you haven't been following, is a very large, very powerful Shivan ship. I forget it's stats for the life of me, sorry I can't be more of a help there. Later
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Back again, moving right along.
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Ice Heart, 06-19-2000 11:09 PM
GTCv Phobos
Vega
The Guderian and Phobos finished butchering a Rakshasa that had strayed too close. Though not much of a threat to the two corvettes, it could do them damage if left alone. The combined might of three beams from the forward salvos of the two ships, plus a beam apeice from the right side of both corvettes was more than sufficient to eliminate the cruiser.
The two corvettes pulled up almost in unison as the Rakshasa exploded. They were moving towards another Moloch when they found themselves confronting the face of death: the fore of a Ravana-class destroyer. The destroyer had geussed what the ships would do once they had finished the little cruiser and positioned themselves while they were occupied. Now it was too late.
"Dive!" Garrett screamed as the forward beam cannons glowed red. The Guderian pulled up, so the Ravana would have two different targets travelling in different directions instead of two targets both on the same path.
The four anti-capital ship beams shot out from the Shivan destroyer. Three targetted the Guderian, one hit the Phobos. The Guderian had suffered some bomb hits on the left side where the beams impacted and the combined power of three beams focused on that one area was more than the hull could take. The beams burned through the hull armor and ate through multiple decks and bulkheads before giving up their charge. At the same time, the one beam that targetted Garrett's ship burned a hole into the armor and destroyed one of the forward anti-capital ship beams.
Garrett watched with a mixture of guilt and relief as the Ravana turned to pursue the crippled Guderian. He was glad that it didn't want him...yet. Garrett considered going to help the Guderian and was about to give the order when they received a comm from the vessel. "GTCv Phobos, our engines are still functional...barely. Get the hell out of there while you can...we'll keep this Ravana busy as long as possible. Don't try to help us, we all know it would be pointless."
Garrett wanted to anyway, but he knew that the captain of the wounded vessel was correct. Garrett had no doubt that the Guderian would give that Ravana a mauling she wouldn't soon forget before it went down.
Then the traitorous sensor officer exclaimed. "What!? Those SDF traitors are attacking the Absolution?"
Garrett adjusted his own sensor repeater display to see a close up view of the Absolution. Sure enough, an SDF destroyer had changed its IFF to hostile and had fired on the juggernaut. "Shall I alter all SDF IFF codes to read hostile?" The officer replied.
Oh, you would just love it if I said yes. Then I would of course tell the rest of the fleet about the SDF's disloyalty. That would fit your agenda perfectly, kill more of us so Trelor won't have so many enemies later. Garrett thought, then replied. "No, until other SDF vessels begin deliberately attacking our ships, we must consider this to be just a single rogue ship."
"But sir..." The sensor officer began.
Garrett glared at him coldly and his words were equally frigid. "If you or anyone else has a problem following my orders, I will have you executed where you stand. Battle or no battle going on outside this ship." In your case, I'll pull the trigger myself.
The spy and everyone else knew that Garrett meant it. This was not the time to be arguing over the captain's orders and Garrett would be fully protected by GTVA naval law for such harse action in the middle of the largest battle the Alliance had ever fought.
Garrett angrily turned back to his own display, they had wasted valuable seconds by arguing with that buffoon. The nearest friendly ship was another SDF vessel, an Orion-class designated the SDD Adjudicator. "Helm, set course for the Adjudicator, we need a big brother out here. Comms, get me the Adjudicator's commander."
A few moments later, the face of a relatively young looking man appeared. Garrett spoke. "Sir, this is the GTCv Phobos. We've lost our wingmate, a Ravana is finishing them, and we'll be next on its menu. Requesting permission to fly your wing."
The commander nodded. "Permission granted, Phobos. Though I don't think you'll be needing us for long. Look at your rear gunnery cams."
As they watched, Garrett saw a battered shape that appeared to have been a Deimos corvette at one time speeding towards the center of the Ravana's topside. Garrett knew what they were going to do immediately. One of the top mounted anti-capship beams fired, slashing into the Guderian's body, but its course was unchanged. The corvette slammed into the Shivan destroyer, driving deep into it. A bare half second later, the Guderian exploded, someone had activated the main reactor self destruct. With half the Guderian's bulk embedded in the Ravana, a huge hole was rent in the Shivan vessel. It listed to the left and caught three flux cannon shots from the Adjudicator and the Ravana exploded.
A moment later, Garrett received more good news from the engineering officer. "The left broadside beam is functional again and our teams should have the right hand fore beam up within four minutes, it was damaged but not severely."
"What of the teams that we lost contact with when we sustained those bomb hits?"
The engineering officer frowned, unhappy at the report as well. "There weren't very many survivors, the concussion from the bombs was enough to kill most of them. I haven't any idea how the survivors made it."
Garrett was almost afraid to ask, but made himself do so. Better to find out now than later.. "What of Executive Officer Petrov?"
The engineering officer was in awe of Garrett's ability to stay so calm but concealed it almost as well as Garrett hid his true feelings under that veil of calm. "She did survive...barely. She is in medbay, but her condition is critical."
Garrett merely nodded not dead then...at least not yet..
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Ice Heart, 06-19-2000 11:44 PM
NHD Iron Fist
Vega
The Abydos and Iron Fist were finishing the Demon and also firing on the Ravana. Several wings worth of allied bombers; a peculiar mix of orphaned SDF, GTVA, NHOL, and even a privateer bomber; had come to the aid of the two NHOL ships, disarming the Ravana's lethal forward beam array completely. They had been unable to do anything to the Demon, but it was not so much a threat as that Ravana had been.
The Abydos's broadside slammed into the Demon's left side, then the Ramses-class ship slewed to one side and fired off its rear salvo, slewed again, and fired off its other broadside. The Demon finally died, multiple explsions rippling across it. Harak watched approvingly, the Ramses was a destroyer and hadn't been intended for the maneuvers that Ryksos was pulling, but the ship was holding up quite well.
As a consequence of the maneuver, the Abydos was unable to engage the Ravana immediately, it needed to bring its fore around to fire on the Ravana. For the moment, the Iron Fist was alone. The gunnery officer called. "Sir, main beam charged."
Harak smiled. This Ravana would soon learn that not all Terran and Vasudan beams were weak compared to Shivan weapons. "Fire on that Ravana."
The massive beam lanced out and slammed into the destroyer, causing catastrophic damages internally as it chewed through multiple decks as a hot knife through butter. The Ravana was by no means finished, but soon the Abydos' firepower would be added to the Iron Fist's own still considerable power and the Shivan vessel would be destroyed in short order.
As Harak focused on destroying this Ravana, he noticed that the Shivan destroyer which had been responsible for the Behedti's death was catching quite a firestorm. The NHD Heket, the Behedti's partner, was pummelling it with beams while from the other direction another ragtag mishmash of bombers approached. The bombers dropped their loads at a fairly long range, many of the bombers were taken out by Shivan interceptors or defenses, but many more also made it. They impacted all across the top of the Shivan destroyer, snapping off some of the oddish protrusions on the vessel. Under that sort of fire, it wouldn't last very long.
Then the sensor officer reported. "Sir, an SDF destroyer is assaulting the Absolution!"
Harak turned. "What?" How could they be so foolish...we can't let our past conflicts interfere here!. He hoped it was a misreading, maybe a stray flux cannon shot, but saw that it was true. "Those fools..."
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Velocity7, 06-21-2000 03:58 PM
Vega/Capella Node -- Operation Hellmouth
GTC Redway
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"We've made it through, Captain."
Velocity 7 sighed. "Oh thank god. Damage report."
"Well, we've lost sensors to start with," the officer said, "and then we've lost decks 2 and 9 permenantly."
"Who cares? Let's cele---oops, guess we're at the wrong time." Velocity 7 looked up to see the battle between the Shivans and the GTVA. "What's that giant ship?"
"That's in Alpha group--trying to contact...it's called the Absolution, Captain."
"That is it? Damn, that's large. What's attacking it?"
"Wait...sensors are back online, Captain. It's the SDD Olympus, sir. The GTC Horan and the Absolution are attacking it."
"Who's onboard the Olympus?"
"Some crew members, commanded by Admiral Hamilton."
"Is Hamilton mad? Going up against a practical Victorious? Helm, full speed ahead! We're going after that ship!"
"What weapons do we have against it?"
"Remember the Mosquito?"
"Oh..."
Velocity 7 nodded a grin to his helmsman. The ship then made its move towards the Olympus.
"Any word from the GTD Trident?"
"Yes. They're in the subspace tunnel, and they should be coming out in about 5 minutes."
"Alright then. Let's get a move on. Contact some corvettes of the GTVA fleet and warn them about the Olympus."
"Yes sir."
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Kellan, 06-21-2000 04:40 PM
NHD Abydos
Vega
A broadside of beam fire chewed up the side of the Ravana class destroyer that the Abydos and Iron Fist had been busily engaging. Immediately Ryksos ordered the slewing course change that the crew were becoming familiar with; the helmsman making the turn with more confidence, the crew hanging on before the manoeuvre took place. As the Abydos turned and brought it’s forward cannons to bear; plating creaked ominously all around the ship. It had happened before with the rapid movement, which the destroyer had not been designed for, but Ryksos wanted to keep a close eye on the hull integrity, especially as the Abydos took more damage.
“Engineering, what is the status of the hull?” Ryksos asked calmly.
Engineering replied quickly, a female Vasudan manning the comm. “Internal hull has suffered no damage. External hull has suffered damage from Shivan weapons fire in several places, and is being stressed to the limit, but we’re nowhere near the threshold for stress fracturing.”
“Very good,” Ryksos replied with satisfaction. “Continue monitoring the weakest areas and inform me of any change. Bridge out.” Good news that our most powerful tactical manoeuvre can be sustained. Chontamentet will be pleased.
Chontamentet would be pleased a few moments later when the hull of the Shivan Ravana buckled inward and collapsed in a massive internal explosion. Now the broadsides from the Abydos tore into the hull of the Demon one the vessel’s other side, the sideways turns reversed to bring the beam cannons into firing range of the Demon. One of the GTVA pilots flying support for the Abydos and Iron Fist had already nicknamed the movement the ‘sidewinder’, apparently after an species of snake on Earth called the Rattlesnake. Ryksos was informed that the vessel was moving in a similar fashion to this ancient creature.
“Admiral Ryksos, an SDF vessel has broken formation and is attacking the Absolution!” came the cry from the sensor pit. Looking over, Ryksos saw that it was indeed true; before his eyes the SDD Fargo was unmasked as the SDD Olympus, a prominent rebel destroyer. It had, in fact broken formation long before detection and made it past the Mastema before launching the attack. Why was this vessel attacking the Absolution, what do they hope to achieve beyond their own destruction and the jeopardising of the operation? The Shivans do not care about our petty loyalties; all will suffer if we lose.
“We are at too great a distance to influence the battle in any major way. Continue monitoring the engagement and inform me of any change.” Although the order stood, it was of little practical value – while commanding the Abydos Ryksos kept a close eye on the battle around the Absolution on his personal monitor.
The captain of the Olympus was without a doubt a clever one. He had positioned his vessel so that it would take minimal damage from the Absolution while having a clear shot at its main weapon. However, the other nearby vessels were a random factor, and as Ryksos watched he saw them contribute to the downfall of the Olympus. Beam fire and bomber attacks slashed and burned across the hull of the destroyer, and after a time it appeared that the vessel was jammed on course. Checking the trajectory, Ryksos saw, with amazement that the vessel was headed straight for the Knossos power station.
Quite a stroke of luck, Olympus. Now you become the instrument of destruction for our target. The sensor operator didn’t bother to inform Ryksos of the Olympus’s fatal trajectory – he was so intently viewing the screen that it was obvious that he knew already. Now, it was only a matter of time as the Olympus drove onward, unable to turn, unable to stop…
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Eishtmo, 06-21-2000 08:31 PM
Beta Aquilea System - GTVA Command
"How much longer until the Olympus is within firing range of the Mastama?" Leaky yelled. The sudden appearance of the rebel SDF destroyer had thrown the entire command center into a panic. Yet, the GTVA's greatest fear, a full SDF uprising, didn't occur. In fact, many SDF ships had sided with the GTVA in condemnation of the Olympus and sent what they could afford to help fight it off. None of it was needed, though, as the Horan, Tepel and Absolution had knocked it off and on a course to hit the Knossos power station.
"Five minutes sir," the Commander called back. "Then at least another three minutes until it hits the power station."
"Good," Leaky said. He flicked out his laser pointer and began encircling a large group of ships. "Have these ships attack the Mastama with everything they have. The must keep the Mastama away from the Olympus. Comm, have we established contact with the Olympus?"
"Still trying sir," her voice boomed back. She was, after all, the very voice of Command. "What do you want me to tell them when I get through?"
"Just get contact," Leaky said. "I'll tell them myself."
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Alpha Group - GTC Horan
"Sir," Sission said. "Command wants us to attack the Mastama head on."
"What about the Olympus?" Thomas said.
"They want us to keep the Mastama from destroying it," Sission replied.
Thomas sighed. "First we're supposed to destroy, then save it. This battle gets more confusing by the minute." He looked up at the main screen. Beams flashed by usually followed by smaller explosions. In the distance, the Shivan juggernaut Mastama hovered, waiting for the Olympus to get within firing range. "Helm, set course for the Mastama," Thomas ordered finally. "Sandra, put us in the best position to fire."
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SDD Olympus
"Sir," York called. "Command wants to speak to you."
"Damn it," Hamilton cussed. "I don't have time for this. What do they want?"
"To speak to you sir," York repeated.
Hamilton hopped down from his command chair and passed through the hoard of crewmen as they rushed about their business. The Admiral angrily grabbed the headset. "This is Hamilton, what the Hell do you want?" Hamilton listened for a moment. "There's no way in Hell," he yelled.
"What do they want sir?" Harris asked.
Hamilton looked up at his XO. "They want us to self destruct the ship when we crash into the power station. But I'm not doing it. We can still save this ship."
"No we can't," Harris said.
"What?"
Harris looked down at his feet then back up. "Admiral, repair crews report that all of our thrusters are shot. There's no way we could fix them before we crashed."
Hamilton stood there dumbfounded. The headset buzzed as the person on the other end asked if they were still there. Hamilton spoke quickly into the headset. "Just get my crew," he said. He turned to Harris. "Order all hands to abandon ship. I'll take care of the self destruct system."
"Aye sir," Harris said.
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The Olympus drew ever closer to the Knossos device and its guard, the Mastama. The Shivan jug began powering up its weapons as the SDF destroyer drew near, reading itself for another kill. Suddenly, a mass of Allied warships opened fire on the ship. The Mastama was pushed sideways, missing its first volley at the Olympus. The Shivan ship turned and began attacking its attackers. The Allied ships broke up, in a violent attempt to escape the wrath of the angry Shivan ship.
The Olympus pressed on, its engines refusing to stop pushing the ship forward. Small escape pods jettisoned from the ship, along with what fighters and transports remained in its fighter bay. The survivors sped away from the ship, and the Shivans followed. Allied fighters dove into the attackers in a desperate attempt to save the crew. Pods exploded as some of the Shivans found their marks, but most survived long enough for a waiting destroyer to pick them or for them to jump out.
The Mastama suddenly realized that the attack had been a ruse, and it turned back toward the Olympus. But it was too late. The front end of the Olympus crumpled into the power station, sending bend and broken metal everywhere and then the destroyer exploded. The power station followed soon after, ripping the pair of Knossos ringlets that were being charged apart. The pieces flew away from the node, and struck nearby warships, as did the shock wave. In no time, dozens of smaller fighters were destroyed, and even more ships of every class were damaged in some way.
The Knossos ringlets began to slow, their power source gone. Phase one was complete, now it is time for phase two.
"GTD Gaia, this is Command, you are go for phase two."
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HeX, 06-21-2000 09:39 PM
GTVID Brimstone
Vega
Robertson coughed through the smoke that hung in the bridge like a thick fog. Alarms wailed and panels sparked. Through the view port he could see the remains of the Ravana that had just been finished off by the Brimstones advanced beam cannons.
"Report!" he shouted through the smoke.
"Hull breach on deck 14!" a voice replied from Robertson's left, "We have sustained damage to our navigational array and sensors. Sensors now functioning at 67% of full capacity!"
Suddenly the back half of a Juggernaut came into view like the abdomen of some massive spider. The red beams, fewer at this portion of the ship, lashed out and tore new gashes across the Brimstone's hull.
"Weapons! Full spread of all weapons! FIRE!"
The Brimstone struck with savage fury at the Juggernaut, its weapons blasting away beam turrets and armor plating. The Juggernaut seemed hardly phased by the hit and continued to fire. The Juggernaut slowly began to come about, brining its main cannons to bear on the Brimstone. A wave of bombers and cruisers had already taken out 3 of the main beams but it would only take one to tear apart the Brimstone. The Juggernaut finished its turn and began to power its weapon. Robertson winced and gritted his teeth, preparing for Armageddon. Suddenly 4 green beams ripped the Juggernaut's arm off and sent it hurtling into space. Robertson turned and stared at his savior. There sat the GTVID Gladiator, its weapons carving new gashes in the Sathanas hull. Robertson began to smile but it quickly faded as the Juggernaut unleashed the full fury of its side beam cannons. The GTVID was more damaged then Robertson suspected and he watched in horror as countless lives were vaporized by the blast from the Gladiator's death.
"Damn it!" Robertson shouted, "Are we able to return fire yet?"
"Yes sir!"
"Then annihilate that abomination! NOW!"
The Brimstone hurtled every weapon at its disposal at the massive Juggernaut and was soon joined by the GTVID Reaper and both GTVI fleet Corvettes. The combined firepower drilled a flaming hole through the Sathanas and set off multiple internal explosions. The crippled Sathanas drifted dead in space, its fierce red lights fading to darkness. A Demon class Destroyer pulled into view and hammered the Reaper which returned fire. The Brimstone moved to help but was cut off by a pair of Molochs. The firefight continued, beams and flak smashing and gouging at hulls until both Molochs had been obliterated. Robertson glanced out the port window and grimaced as one of the Gun Ships took a hit from a bomber group and exploded. They were loosing too many ships, too quickly. One of the Corvettes took a hit to its engines leaving the ship crippled.
"Order the remaining Beta group ships to re-group at these co-ordinates," Robertson yelled, "We need to concentrate our firepower on that destroyer and cruiser group before they can flank us. Tell the Reaper they're our new wing mate."
A wave of bombers swooped the Brimstone, raining fiery death on its hull. While only a few bombs got through the hail of beams and fighter cover, they managed to destroy the navigation array completely. The wounded corvette faired even worse as a Ravana closed in and blasted its hull with beam fire. A message scrolled across Robertson's personal screen and he quickly read over it, his face lighting up at the news.
"Okay boys," he said with renewed confidence, "they managed to knock out the power station! We're on our way to victory here. Let's keep up the fight! Tell the tech boys to start arming the Upsilon Device for launch, I have a feeling we'll be needing it pretty soon!"
The regrouped ships now drove at the Shivan forces with renewed confidence. Beams tore through space and waves of fighters and bombers struck at the Shivan ships. Explosions danced like fireflies and all around was the debris of the fallen. The Terran ships tore into the Shivan fleet with a ferocity never before seen, now there was a chance to win the day.
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Ice Heart, 06-22-2000 01:03 AM
GTCv Phobos
Vega
With the loss of his 'wingman' and no other corvettes nearby, the Phobos had taken up with the SDD Adjudicator. Garrett had been relieved to see that no other SDF ships had made any brazen attempt to attack the NHOL or GTVA forces. The Adjudicator was able to lay down a withering barrage with its flux cannons, making the Phobos' own powerful slashing beams seem paltry by comparison. Nonetheless, they proved an effective team. The Phobos with its fairly high speed had managed to move in behind Shivan corvettes and cruisers to fire on them from behind while the Adjudicator pounded them from the front.
Both ships were sustaining heavy damages, though Garrett noted that somehow they were almost unscathed compared to much of the rest of the fleet. Garrett smiled as the Moloch finally went down under a combination of beams from the Phobos and flux cannon from the Adjudicator. We're catching hell, but giving it back to them too.
As the Phobos began to maneuver back to form on the Adjudicator's left side, a Lilith was just finishing off a Leviathan-Aten team, the Aten already a debris field. The aging Terran cruiser exploded, the Lilith's powerful single beam punching clean through it. The Shivan ship noted the Terran corvette's aft drifting high above them and it turned its bundle of death towards the Phobos. The Phobos was at the very edge of the cruiser's range, but the single beam shot was accurate.
It punched up into the lower engines and destroyed them, then proceeded to chew through several decks before its charge finally drained. The ship was shaken by the force of the blast, Garrett was gripping the arm rests of his chair to keep from being thrown from it. "Sensors, I want to know where that hit came from. Damage control, contain any secondary damages it may have caused..." Falstaff snapped orders out quickly and efficiently, his crew performing them as well.
Sensors reported back quickly. "It was a Lilith, rather far away too. Judging by the debris field near it, it just finished some of our own cruisers. We were barely within range, but it made the shot count. The Lilith is closing on us."
The Lilith by itself was a dire threat to cruisers and even corvettes, in groups they had been known to take out destroyers. "Helm, turn us about to face that thing, thats our smallest possible target profile and our greatest firepower. Gunnery, throw everything you can at that ship's nose, if we don't get its beam off quick we won't survive."
The Phobos began to bank back towards it and Garrett saw the Adjudicator lumbering along to try to assist them, though it would be some time before the massive destroyer could get in position to help. As they banked, the righthand anti-capship beam fired and scraped along the Lilith, burning off one of its three 'arms', but failing to find the lethal beam. The Lilith returned the favor a moment later, its beam powered up and lanced out, slamming into the Phobos' side and carving a jagged, deep gouge in the hull as the Phobos moved to get in position. More grim damage reports came in, more turrets down, more hull breaches, heavy casualties.
Then the Phobos had completed its turn around and faced the Shivan vessel. The pair of forward beams, the right hand one repaired since the confrontation with the Shivan Ravana, fired simultaneously. One went mostly wide, managing only to scrape along the Shivan ship's aft hull briefly. The other though was on target and burned across the face of the Lilith, removing its lethal turret. Now it was little more than an exceptionally well armed and armored Cain. It put up a good fight, but without its main cannon was easily handled by the Phobos.
The Phobos turned back towards the Adjudicator, the two large gashes and several punctures resultant from turret deaths or secondary explosions leaking vapor and debris. Garrett frowned as he listened to the damages assesment...his ship still had 75% of its weapons functional, but its hull was seriously battered and there were many internal damages. They could fight on, but it was by no means going to get any easier. To add to the woes, the engine segment struck by the Lilith's beam was completely unsalvageable. The Phobos and Adjudicator would no longer be able to pull off their effective maneuver of having the smaller, faster ship circle behind their prey and open fire on it.
Garrett sighed. They would stay in the fight, but he wondered just how much more they could take as the Phobos and the Adjudicator turned to face a cluster of cruisers.
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PeachE, 06-22-2000 07:44 AM
GTD Gaia
Vega
6-17-2384
The Axion had just finished ripping another Demon to pieces when the transmission came through. It was time for the Gaia to go. Kohler ordered the crew to set course for the jump node, and to stay as far away from the Mastema as possible. To help get the Gaia into the node, the Axion travelled with her to the node. The bigger ship took the attention of the massive juggernaut, and the Gaia managed to creep into position for the jump. The battered Orion paused a final time before it would make a final subspace leap.
Kohler headed to check on the final crew member, the only one not to leave the ship yet. It was far past time for the general evacuation. Why would a crew member even want to be on board? He ran into the crewman half-way down the hall, coming out of the main computer room. "What were you doing in there?"
"Just doing a final check on the self-destruct sequence. Seems to be working." As the crewman turned to head away, Kohler caught a glimpse of a GTVI tatoo on the back of his neck.
"I didn't think GTVI was going to be on this ship." The crewman turned towards Kohler for a second, startled, and took off sprinting down the hall. Kohler took out his side arm and fired a few shots at the man. The first missed, diving into a nearby support beam. The second and third imbedded themselves into the shoulder and hip of the fleeing officer. Kohler approached the man lying in pain on the floor.
"You're too late. Admiral Trelor will not give up. He will not fail... he" Kohler raised his sidearm one more time and put a round through the officer's leg. He hauled the unconscious body to one of the escape pods, along with a written copy of what the man had said, and sent the pod on its way. Perhaps Intelligence would need this information.
About the time Kohler was finished, a voice came over the transmitter. "Okay Kohler, you beat the odds. You're in the clear. Computers show everything running smoothly. Get to your pod and get out of there." Kohler didn't respond to the transmission. He knew the self-destruct system had been altered by that officer. He knew he had to stay. "Kohler, are you there?"
Kohler only whispered his reply. He didn't think it would be picked up by anyone but God himself. "If my life can save those I have betrayed all these years, please make it so." His final words had been uttered, his words of redemption. Now, all that was left was to jump.
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Eishtmo, 06-22-2000 10:01 PM
Vega/Capella Jump Node - Operation Hellmouth
The GTD Gaia pushed its way forward, the VAD Axion and the rest of Gamma group right behind it. Nothing was held back now, the Gaia was their only hope. Most of the fighters nearby took up defensive positions around the ship, and soon had plenty of Shivans to deal with.
The Mastama too began moving, turning its bulk around so that it could make its way toward the node. The largest of the Shivan ships was doing something practically unheard of for a Shivan vessel; it was retreating. But it wasn't going to get away without a fight. The ships of Alpha and Beta groups that could hammered on the Mastama with all they had. Bombers and their escorts began making attack runs on the ship, only to be cut to ribbons by the power of the Shivan jug. Despite all this, the Absolution couldn't bring its own firepower to bear; it was simply to far away.
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Alpha Group - The Absolution
"How much longer until we're in range of the Mastama?" Ripper demanded.
"About five minutes," Ma'thon replied coldly through Ripper's translator. "I now wish we had put the advanced engines on this ship instead of the Victorious."
"Me to," Ripper muttered. The Absolution slowly moved toward the Mastama, it's great bulk slowing it down tremendously.
"Sir," the sensor officer shouted. "I am picking up energy spikes from half the Shivan fleet. They are preparing to jump out!"
"What?" Ripper yelled.
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Beta Aquilea -= GTVA Command
"That's right sir, they're jumping out," the Commander replied glumly. "According to our calculations, the first waves will reach the Talnia node in approximately five minutes."
"They're trying to pull us away from the node," Leaky said after a moment of thought. "They're covering the Mastama's escape!"
"Sir, we have no defensive units anywhere," the Commander said. "We're sitting ducks!"
Leaky nodded. If we survive this, he thought to himself, they're going to skin me alive. "What to do," he said quietly to himself. Then he piped up. "Are they all in subspace now?" he asked.
"Aye sir," the Commander replied. "At least for another four minutes."
"Plenty of time," Leaky said with a shout. "Contact Robertson, order him to detonate the Upsilon device now!"
"Aye, aye sir," the Comm officer said.
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Half of the Shivan fleet had jumped out almost simultaneously. Their destination, GTVA space. Panic now gripped many of the crews as their commanders tried to decide what to do next. Finally the word came; stay where you are and keep killing Shivans. But what Shivans had remained behind where fighting with a ferocity unseen before. Cain cruisers now began kamikaze attacks on Allied destroyers and corvettes. Scorpion fighters now dropped from fighter bays and began similar attacks on Allied bombers and cruisers. Even the de-fanged Sathanases got into the act by ramming smaller vessels with their immense bulk.
The Gaia, however, continued on. The first batch of escape pods now began jettisoning from the ship, and moving as fast as they could away from the ship and the node. An earlier order made it clear that no ship was to activate intra-system jump drives, not even escape pods, so those that flew out had to survive long enough to be picked up, or die trying.
The Mastama also continued to move toward the node. It just completed its turn, and now began to charge forward toward the node. Allied warships and fighters continued to pound the Shivan jug, but other Shivan vessels now joined the battle, forcing the Allies to fight for dear life. As the Mastama charged forward, the Gaia, the old Orion destroyer, also neared the nod, and passed right in front of the massive ship. Suddenly, the Mastama lashed out a beam at the Gaia. It missed, but by only so much. The Gaia began to zigzag in an attempt to throw the Shivan jug off. Several smaller ships moved to try to get between the Gaia and the Mastama, but it was all for naught. The Mastama's second shot hit its mark.
What followed began known as the second biggest explosion ever witnessed. The Gaia, her load of Meson bombs primed and ready to go, was sliced open by the Mastama's second shot. The beam punctured the hull right between two of the warheads, setting them both off. A pair of fireballs engulfed the ship, both starting in the middle and working their way bow and aft. Then a massive explosion followed, causing all nearby to cover their eyes due to the brightness. The smaller ships that had tried to defend the Gaia went down with her, absorbed by the blast. Pieces of metal flew out and embedded themselves in every ship within a 20-kilometer radius. The last hope of the Allies went up in a glorious fireball.
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How's that for a twist? The line about the second biggest explosion can only mean it gets worse.
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Back for more. Welcome to the "crap your pants" part of NHOL 3.
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Ice Heart, 06-23-2000 09:41 AM
NHD Iron Fist
Vega
Admiral Chontamentet watched in disbelief as half of the Shivan vessels left the engagement area. Half. And it appears that Mastema is going back to Capella. This was a move almost unheard of for the Shivans. Then Harak's sensors told him their destination. Talnia...they're trying to pull us away from the node. Should we follow them? Harak was about to contact Command and find out if they were to follow, but Command beat him to it.
"This transmission is for all GTVA, NHOL, SDF, and privateer forces. Do not enter subspace after the departing Shivans. No friendly vessel should activate subspace drives for at least the next five minutes."
It was short and to the point. Why don't they want at least some forces to follow? he wondered. He would follow the orders, they had plenty of Shivans left to deal with here. One less... he thought as the Abydos fired a final volley into the Ravana they were attacking. It went up spectacularly, a few fighters just emerging from its fighterbay being eaten in the blast.
Harak looked on the sensors for a new target, then noted that a Sathanas which had been deprived of its anti-capital ship beams was heading straight towards them. It was on a collision course for the Iron Fist and possobly the Abydos. He also noted a Shivan Rakshasa diving straight towards the Iron Fist. It fired its beams ahead of it, gouging a hole in the NHOL flagship. Gunnery tried to target it, but the vessel was simply moving too fast. A beam struck it but the little cruiser remained undeterred from its course. It embedded itself in the Iron Fist's right side and Harak braced for the inevitable explosion that would tear a large chunk out of the hull...but it never came. The vessels engines tried to push it deeper into the Iron Fist's insides but a well placed beam from the Abydos burned them off.
Then Harak received the first reports from his damage control teams. Shivans were boarding the Iron Fist from the Rakshasa. Harak sent his marine and security forces to deal with it, as well as any nonessential personnel from other stations. He still had that Sathanas to deal with. "Helm, pull up 45 degrees, take us over and behind the Sathanas. Gunnery, target its engines when they are visible. We haven't the time to destroy it, without its engines it will be useless for its kamikaze attack. Comms, tell Ryksos what we're going to do."
The Iron Fist and the Abydos sailed over the top of the Shivan juggernaut, turrets exchanged fire with turrets on the Sathanas, but no beams fired. When they emerged over the top, the first engines came into view and were quickly burned off. Despite the many engine systems of the Sathanas, the combined beam power of the two destroyers made short work of them. The Sathanas sat dead in the water, now no more than an extremely large anti-fighter platform. A Cain was speeding towards the Abydos now and beams from both NHOL ships shredded the cruiser before it could approach within five hundred meters. They would have to be exceptionally careful with Shivans not only firing at them, but attempting kamikaze assault as well. Harak noted that the whole of Gamma group was assaulting the node, the GTD Gaia in their center. The Mastema, on its retreating course was growing further away from the Iron Fist, but it was still barely with in beam range. The Abydos and the Iron Fist fired their beams on it, despite the long range there was little chance of missing the gigantic target.
The Gaia was getting closer to the node, Shivan and Allied ships fighting and dieing all around it. The Gaia passed in front of the Mastema momentarily as it neared the node, a massive beam emerged from the Shivan juggernaut but went wide. Harak and he thought, the entirety of the Allied forces, let out a sigh of relief. Then the second beam fired from the Mastema and hammered the Gaia, splitting its hull open and igniting the packed Meson Bombs. Even at this distance, Harak had to shield his eyes as the vessel exploded, a massive shockwave consuming fighters and small Allied and Shivan vessels nearby and scattering debris everywhere. The Gaia, the last hope of the many forces gathered to fight in Vega, was gone.
GTCv Phobos
Vega
Garrett's corvette limped along with the Adjudicator as they pounded the back of the Shivan Mastema. They had to cover the Gaia as it made its way to the node. Garrett saw on sensors that it was now passing directly in front of the monolithic Shivan ship for a few moments. It wasn't visible as the massive bulk of the juggernaut's aft filled the viewscreen. The Adjudicator cut loose another volley of flux cannon shots and the Phobos' beams slashed across the rear. Beams and flux cannons from many other vessels cut into the Shivan ship as well.
Then there was a bright flash from somewhere ahead of the juggernaut, a flash so bright Garrett had to shield his eyes despite the shielding bulk of the juggernaut. He saw debris flying outward and several ships consumed by a massive shockwave. What the hell was that? he thought, then his throat knotted into a lump as he looked at his sensors. The Gaia was no more.
Garrett hadn't been briefed on the Gaia's mission since he was in Beta Group and not its escorting Gamma group, but he had figured out that the ship must serve an important role since Gamma had covered it so well. Only when the ship plunged towards the Capella node did he realize they were going to repeat their trick with the Bastion so long ago in Capella. His corvette was no faster than a destroyer thanks to a disabled engine system, but it and the SDD Adjudicator had hammered the Shivan juggernaut to keep it from retreating or impeding Gamma group's attack. Now it was all for naught, the Gaia and a large portion of the Gamma ships covering it were gone. Though the remaining Shivans were being slaughtered, they were also getting desperate, Shivan vessels did something unheard of for their kind. They were making deliberate kamikaze attacks.
Garrett watched with horror as a Shivan Ravana, deprived of its forward beams, charged towards the Adjudicator's opposite side. From this side there was nothing Garrett's ship could do except hope to limp away from the Adjudicator. Even if the Phobos had been on the other side, it likely would have just been a mild speed bump for the charging Shivan destroyer. Flux cannon rounds pounded the Shivan ship, but it was not going to stop.
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Kellan, 06-24-2000 04:20 AM
NHD Abydos
Vega
The Abydos soared over the back of the Sathanas Juggernaut that had attempted to ram the Iron Fist and the Abydos itself, swinging over on it’s back by thirty degree angles to bring all weapons to bear on the engines of the vessel. The Sathanas may have been tough, but against the firepower of two Vasudan destroyers modified with Shivan-augmented beam cannons it’s engine subsystems didn’t last long. The threat from the vessel was gone.
The Abydos rolled over again, this time to target a kamikaze Cain cruiser that was attempting to ram the vessel. The combined weight of fire of bursts from the Abydos and Iron Fist immolated the cruiser before it got within half a kilometre of the Abydos. Ryksos did not want the vessel to crash into the Abydos, nor did he wish to see it disgorge Shivan soldiers on board, as a Rakshasa had done on board the Iron Fist, despite the efforts of the Abydos to stop the cruiser. Still, they had prevented it from hitting the Iron Fist and tearing it apart. A small victory.
There were only half the numbers of Shivans now that there had been a few moments ago, as a substantial proportion of them had jumped out towards Talnia, and the unprotected GTVA. Command had ordered them not to engage, which was odd. They must have a plan to deal with these forces, but whatever it is, it must succeed.
For the moment the Abydos continued the attacks on the Shivans, it’s beams chewing deep gouges in the rear of the Mastema as the GTD Gaia disappeared from view behind the massive bulk of the vessel. The Abydos wasn’t stopping the vessel though, and as they fired a flare of light lanced out. Sensors if not visual confirmed it had missed the Gaia by metres.
Suddenly a huge explosion blossomed out. The bridge windows were unable to auto-tint enough, quickly enough to compensate and Ryksos was forced to shield his eyes from the blast. Debris whizzed by, but behind the Mastema they were relatively safe from it. Debris. Terran debris.
On the sensors the GTD Gaia’s icon blinked out. The last, best hope of the Allies was gone, ripped apart in an instant by the retreating Mastema. There was little the Abydos could do but continue to blast away at the back of the Mastema, one single engine flaring and dying as a volley of beams found their mark. A start, but not enough. We need new orders!
And so they waited - for the end, and for the orders that might never come.
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Velcoity7, 06-24-2000 09:06 PM
Vega/Capella Node
GTC Redway
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"No..." Velocity 7 said to himself. The fireworks show was in its middle for the GTD Gaia, for the destroyer that was destined to shut down the Capella node was destroyed in a matter of seconds.
The crew remained silent. More importantly, Velocity 7 did not know what to do next. Now that the GTD Gaia was gone, what hope did they have now that the Capella node would close and that the Shivans would be gone? Even though the portal was recently opened, there was little hope that the Capella node was still too unstable enough to close down.
Velocity 7 sat down in his chair. Depressed, he looked out into the shockwaves of hundreds of Meson warheads that were destroyed in the blast. He cursed the juggernaut that destroyed it. "Why do we have to lose?" he said to himself. "Why?"
An officer called out to the sad captain. "Sir, we're receiving a transmission. It's from Admiral Hart."
"Put it through," Velocity 7 said.
"Hello, Captain. I know this may seem like a bad time, but we cou--"
"Shut up, Admiral!"
"I could have you court-martialed for that."
"If you live long enough."
The Admiral stood silent. "Captain, you should watch yourself. You keep this up, and I don't know how long you will keep your rank."
"Do I care about my rank? All I care is that our race and the Vasudans survive! And I thought we were going to win! Did we?"
Again the Admiral gave the cold shoulder. "Answer me! Did we?"
"No."
Velocity 7 turned down his face. "I don't understand, Admiral. Don't we have any backup plan?"
"Unfortunately, the GTVA thought we would win so easily, but we underestimated the strategies of the Shivans."
"Damn the GTVA. Those gloating son of a *****es."
"Although I hate to admit it, Captain," Barry replied, "I do agree with your opinion."
??? What's he mean? Velocity 7 thought.
"I'm giving you a choice now, Captain. We could either sit around or do nothing, or we can find a way to close that node for good." Admiral Hart said.
"Like how?"
Barry smiled. "Come over to my ship. I will explain everything." The screen flickered off.
Velocity 7 hesitated for a long moment. "Helm, ready my transport. I will return shortly--I hope."
Velocity 7 walked out the bridge to the hangar bay, to find out what Barry was hiding from him that he does not know...
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Interesting note, the following post was made AFTER the post after it. It was due to an unavoidable delay, so we just carried on until HeX could catch up.
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HeX, 06-25-2000 11:54 AM
GTVID Brimstone
Vega
"Admiral!" the comm. officer shouted, "Orders from GTVA Command sir! They have sent orders to detonate the Upsilon Device!"
"Locatation?" Robertson asked as he began punching in the device activation codes.
"On route to the node to Talina sir, they say a fleet has begun moving though and will arrive in 3 and a half minutes!"
Robertson stopped, "Talina! how did they get though the blockades?"
"Three minutes left sir! The transport has warped to the node as is awaiting final order to detonate!"
"Sir," a GTVI tech said, "If we don't detonate that thing soon we'll be out of time!"
"Two minutes! The device is in the subspace corridor."
The tech looked frantic as Robertson still contemplated the situation, "Sir we must detonate now or all is lost!
Robertson finished the authorization code and layed his hand on the detonate button, "May god have mercy on our souls and the souls of those about to die." With that, Robertson slammed his fist down on the button.
Inside subspace, the ominous device suddenly activated, its hull glowing with the energies about to burst forth. The core material dropped into place and the detonator unleashed the power of anit-subspace. A shock wave ripped outward from the hull of the Upsilon and then collapsed back in on itself tearing the casing to pieces. Subspace flickered for a moments and then began to come apart around the Shivan fleets. Whips of high energy surged out from the 'tunnel' of subspace and gouged into the hulls of the Shivan ships. The Juggernauts and Destroyers were carved to pieces while the smaller ships were all but vaporized. The tunnel suddenly began to contract behind them and moments before they exited subspace, it reached them and the remaining ships were blown apart by the chaotic energies. Across the system, portals opened and collapsed. At the Talina node, the debris from the Shivan fleet exploded outward, catching any vessel in its path. Ships in subspace within Vega were spat out, badly damaged and filled with confused crewmembers. The surfaces of the planets were even effected, subspace gates opening and devastating portions of the landscape. The process completed itself and everywhere in Vega sat damaged ships. Subspace itself would be far less predictable in Vega for a long time. Ships would be off course and the possibility of damage from surges was heavy for subspace had been violated, and would take many years to recover.
The bridge was eerily silent as the crew watched the last erratic portal close. Robertson closed his eyes, once again he had unleashed a monster into the world. And once again, it had exacted a price few could afford to pay. "God forgive me," he muttered as he returned to his chair.
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Eishtmo, 06-24-2000 09:35 PM
Beta Aquilea System - GTVA Command
"NO!" Leaky screamed as the Gaia exploded. It was over, and they had lost.
"What do we do now?" the Commander said.
Leaky looked sadly at the Commander. "We go to plan B," he huffed.
"Plan B," the Commander said with shock. "I thought you said there was no plan B."
"I didn't want them to know about it," Leaky said. "Get the Absolution on the horn, now!"
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Alpha Group - The Absolution
The Absolution continued to make its way toward the Knossos device, and the Mastama, even though the Gaia had gone up.
"Captain," the comm officer said. "Command would like to speak to you."
Ripper picked up the headset. "Ripper here," he said. After a few moments he closed his eyes. "Are you sure sir?" There was another moment of silence. "One second sir," Ripper said. "Ma'thon, is the self-destruct system functioning?"
"Yes," Ma'thon said. "Why?"
"Thank you," Ripper said and turned back to the headset. "Right away sir. Yes, good luck to you too." Ripper picked up the helm comm device. "Helm, set course for the node, flank speed."
"As you wish," the helmsmen said.
"What are you doing?" Ma'thon demanded.
"We're taking down that node," Ripper said quietly. "Begin evacuation procedures."
"You can't do that!" Ma'thon screamed. "This is not the path the Eishtmo had in mind!"
"The Eishtmo wanted this ship used to stop the Shivans," Ripper yelled back. "And we're using it!"
"My god," Su'mit suddenly said.
Ripper and Ma'thon turned to the main screen to see thousands of subspace vortices open and close rapidly. "What the hell is going on?" Ripper asked.
"I don't know," Su'mit said. "But it's happening all over the system."
"Sir," the Sensor operator yelled. "Another ship has just dropped out of subspace, it's heavily damaged."
"Ignore it," Ripper ordered. "Keep on course." He looked up at the 3D-battle display. The Mastama was still making its way out of the system. It would reach the jump long before the Absolution, but not before they would get one shot at it. "If we're going down," Ripper said evilly. "We're taking it with us."
"Excuse me," said Ma'thon.
"Weapons, target the Mastama with the main cannon," Ripper yelled.
"As you wish," the weapons officer replied. "Sir, the Mastama is still just out of range."
"As soon as we are in range, open fire," Ripper said.
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Operation Hellmouth
The detonation of the Upsilon device had thrown the battle into temporary chaos. The HRJ Armageddon was thrown out of subspace, and dropped close to the Knossos device. Sparks leapt from the hull, as did a few fireballs. The ship was hurting, and in no condition to fight.
The Mastama, however, was still doing well. An Allied destroyer tried to block the Mastama's path, only to be blow to pieces by the Shivan jug. The rest of the Shivan fleet was doing all in its power to escort the Mastama out of the system. The Allies, on the other hand, were simply trying to survive. The destruction of the Gaia had caused despair to spread throughout the fleet. Many of the younger pilots simply stopped their fighters dead and waited to die. Others charged head long in suicidal attacks, a last ditch assault for a dying species.
The Mastama finally reached the Knossos device. The devices' ringlets had long ago stop moving, deprived of power, they no longer held the node open, but they also weren't necessary anymore. The Mastama powered up its jump drives and prepared to leave, victorious.
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Alpha Group - The Absolution
"The Mastama's preparing to jump out," the sensor operator yelled.
"Damn it," Ripper yelled. "More power to the engines."
"There is no power left to give them," Su'mit said.
"We are now in range of the Mastama," the weapons officer said.
"Well what the hell are you waiting for?" Ripper said. "FIRE!"
"But there are ships in the line of fire," the weapons officer protested.
Ripper pushed pass the officer. "I said fire!" he screamed as he smashed down on the fire control.
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A massive ball of energy formed on the front of the Absolution, a sight now seen at least a dozen times, and then a beam of white hot energy was flung out toward the Mastama. The Shivan jug had only just begun its passage into subspace. The front end entered when the beam fired. The beam tore through the lines, vaporizing both Allied and Shivan ships in the process. It got nearer to the Mastama as the Mastama got deeper and deeper into the subspace. But the beam was faster, by just enough.
The beam collided with the rear end of the Shivan jug, shoving the ship forward into the vortex just that much more, and then it penetrated the hull. The explosion that followed would be listed as the greatest explosion ever witnessed. On distant Vega XII C, night became day for almost a minute. The Knossos ringlets were thrown away and devoured by the heat of the explosion. Ships near the node were vaporized, including the Armageddon; it would never have its chance to prove its power.
The Absolution shook violently. The main screen cracked under the pressure. Support beams broke and collapsed. The front shields flashed as the shock wave hit, and then vanished as they collapsed. People grabbed whatever they could.
The Teple and the Horan were spared because of their positioning behind the Absolution. Still, they shielded their eyes and the ships shook.
The explosion was so massive that the light it put out took nearly a minute to dissipate. When it was over, the Knossos device, the Mastama, and anything remotely near it was gone. Only the Absolution remained in the blast radius, a lone survivor. But more importantly, the Vega/Capella node was no more. The great explosion had collapsed the node, and won the battle.
"All Allied ships, this is Command. Withdrawal as soon as possible to your defensive lines. We have won!"
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Ice Heart, 06-24-2000 10:36 PM
NHD Iron Fist
Vega
Harak watched through one of the ship's hall cameras as his forces desperately fended off the Shivan attack. He saw five of his personnel, two crouching in the middle of the hall and the others using a support beam for cover, firing down the hall at a large Shivan. The huge alien moved fast down the hall, bullets from the security team's weapons were hitting the Shivan but appeared to have little effect. Then when the Shivan was only seven meters away, it collapsed. but its momentum carried it forward in a skidding slide down the hall. One of the two troops in the hall managed to get clear, but the other was not so lucky. The Shivan crashed into the Vasudan trooper with bone crushing speed and continued its slide down the hall. The other four went to check on their comrade and found him dead. The Shivan's body twitched slightly in what one presumed a dead reaction, but Harak's troops were taking no chances with their foe. They fired an extended burst into the Shivan's body until it stopped twitching.
Colonel Lah'ros, commander of the security and marine forces reported in from a different location. "Admiral, we are making steady progress towards the imbedded Rakshasa. We are sustaining extremely heavy casualties, the only way we are making any progress is simply through sheer force of numbers. The Shivans are attacking in an almost suicidal manner."
Harak was not really surprised by this. The Shivans were attempting ram with their vessels and it was theorized that the Shivans were a hive mind. If so, then it would only be understandable for them to continue their kamikaze attack if they succeeded in ramming. What he failed to understand though was what could have made their collective mind attempt such a move.
Harak had trouble outside the ship's hull as well, the Iron Fist and the Abydos were dancing about another Sathanas. In addition, they had Shivan ships closing in from both sides, a Demon on the Iron Fist's side of the Sathanas and a cluster of three Molochs and one Lilith on the Abydos' side of the Sathanas. Despite the relative lack of weapons on the Molochs, they were still a dangerous foe together and with that Lilith to back them up. As the final beam on the Sathanas went down, the Iron Fist turned to engage the Demon. The Demon fired its left side beam into the Iron Fist's face, the Iron Fist returned the favor with one of its forward mounted beams. The main beam was almost fully charged yet again when the Demon's beam fired again, this time smashing into the main beam cannon. Harak listened unhappily to the damage report. The main cannon, the Iron Fist's most powerful weapon, would be down for at least fifteen minutes. The destroyer was not totally defenseless though, its less powerful but still lethal secondary beams carved into the Shivan destroyer.
On the sensors, Harak saw the icon of the NHD Geb wink out, a clean and antiseptic way to show the fireball that had just consumed the ship from the inside out. Nonetheless, its partner, the GTD Tirpitz, returned the favor, its beams slicing open the Demon that had landed the killing blow to the Geb. Harak had not lost very many ships yet, but all of his remaining ships were damaged quite heavily.
It was then that he noted the Absolution, now off to the Iron Fist's left side, which had been trying to catch up to the Mastema was powering its main beam. The massive blast of energy shot out from the fore of the Absolution, consuming Allied and Shivan ships in its path before it found its mark, the aft segment of the Mastema. The Shivan jug was partially within subspace when the beam hit, but not entirely. A moment later, the Mastema split apart in a massive explosion, even larger than that which had killed the Gaia. Any ships nearby it simply disintegrated, and even the massive destroyers such as the Iron Fist were shaken even at this distance by the shockwave. Harak saw another of his ships, the NHD Heket, consumed by the fireball. The Heket and several NHOL corvettes and cruisers had been the NHOL ships farthest forward.
A few moments later, as everyone was still numbed by the shock of what they had just witnessed, a transmission came in from Command. "All Allied ships, this is Command. Withdrawal as soon as possible to your defensive lines. We have won!"
The Iron Fist's bridge crew erupted into cheers at the news, but Grand Admiral Harak Chontamentet did not join in their jubilation. We have won, he thought gloomily, but at what price? How many families, Terran and Vasudan alike, are now without a father, mother, sister, brother, or other relative? We held them off, but it took literally everything we had. What if they should come again in another two years?
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Ice Heart, 06-24-2000 10:38 PM
GTCv Phobos
Vega
The Phobos limped away from the Adjudicator. The destroyer fired another volley from its flux cannons, striking the advancing Shivan ship. The Ravana's hull was now pockmarked with many large holes from flux cannon impacts but it was still mostly intact. Garrett glanced nervously at the sensor repeater, his ship was only four hundred meters away and not getting away very fast, the Ravana was nearing two hundred meters and moving much faster than the Phobos. The shockwave and debris would hit them hard. He sounded the alert then spoke into the public address system. "All hands brace for shockwave, all hands brace for shockwave."
Garrett gripped the arms of his chair and waited for the inevitable, watching through the rear tracking camera. The Ravana was almost there, its fore less than fifty meters from Adjudicator's side. The Ravana hit the Adjudicator, knocking it to one side as it plowed into the ship's side. Its engines continued to push, jamming the Ravana's fore deeper into the Adjudicator and continuing to push the SDF ship to the side. Then the Ravana exploded, the Ravana's death touched off the Adjudicator's reactor, both ships were consumed in a spectacular double fireball that threw debris in all directions. The shockwave of the explosions kicked the Phobos forward and around 45 degrees to the left. Garrett gritted his teeth as he saw the shower of debris heading for the Phobos, which now presented a wider profile than before. Jagged little bits of both Shivan and Terran debris sliced into the corvette's hull. None of them went very far, but they were catastrophic to the areas they hit. The left side of the little corvette now looked like a well used chew toy. Then Garrett saw the large peice of the Ravana pinwheeling towards them. It looked like it had been one of the spiky protrusions from the Ravana's aft topside segment. It was spinning end over end directly towards the Phobos. "Helm, evasive maneuvers! Dive! Dive! Dive!"
But it was too late, the debris struck lengthwise on the Phobos' left side and dug deep into the hull. He noted that the large Ravana chunk had hit them sideways, which was a bit of good luck, if one of its pointy ends had landed, they would have likely dug deeper into the hull. As it was, the bit of debris disintegrated on impact but caved in the hull where it hit, leaving a long and jagged but shallow gash along the Phobos' left side. Damage reports flooded into Garrett's console. Engines at only 45% maximum efficiency, 90% of left side weapons stations disabled or destroyed, what little remains of the hull on that side is little more than tissue paper. What else could go wrong?
As if in answer to Garrett's thoughts, the main power of the ship went out and the lights died. Garrett had the sensation of floating for a few moments as the artificial gravity went out as well. Then the auxilary kicked on, the various consoles lit back up again but only a very few lights came back on to conserve power. The bridge was dim but not completely dark, one could still see what was happening. What a mess... Garrett looked at the sensors and saw GTVA ships still making desperate attacks on the Mastema. He realized the Phobos could contribute nothing more meaningful, he realized those ships flinging themselves into the Mastema's path were simply replaying the disaster of the GTVI fleet's death here not so long ago. He could send the Phobos to help, but it would simply die meaninglessly as well so he directed them to make for the Absolution. It and whatever few ships survived would likely be what would make the final stand against the Shivans some day soon. They would likely die, and the Terran and Vasudan races with them, but they would gather to make one final stand. And so the corvette continued to limp towards the Absolution, now it was in a deadman's land of debris of all species, but no active ships. They met no resistance and met no friendlies as they continued to make their slow progress towards the Absolution. Garrett saw it was moving towards the jump node with all its power, hoping to get one shot off at the Mastema. The Phobos pulled up and then dropped back in behind the side of a disabled and disarmed Sathanas.
A few moments later, Garrett saw the glow of energy growing on the Absolution's fore, growing to an immense size. The beam shot out, consuming debris and smaller Allied and Shivan ships as it went. Garrett could not see for the bulk of the juggernaut just behind him, but he knew what its target had to be. Then less than a second later there was a bright flash behind him, brighter even than the Gaia's explosion. He knew what that was as well and sounded collision-alert again. Garrett watched with horror as the protrusions on the Sathanas' top and bottom were blown/burned off by the massive shockwave. The bulk of the juggernaut absorbed much of the shock, but a fair amount of residual slapped the Phobos about, knocking Garrett and most of the ship's crew to the deck despite their handholds. Garrett tasted blood on his lips as he stood up, blood pouring from his throbbing nose. He wiped it off on his sleeve and climbed back into his chair and looked into the rear camera display. Behind him, he could see what remained of the Sathanas listing to one side and beyond that almost nothing except a few stray bits of debris. With a start he realized that the entirety or nearly the entirety of Gamma group must have died in that blast, along with much of Alpha and Beta groups.
Then a voice came over the communications, it wasn't accompanied by a voice since they had long ago lost their video signal receiver. "All Allied ships, this is Command. Withdrawal as soon as possible to your defensive lines. We have won!"
The voice sounded jubilant in their victory, but as Garrett looked at the remains behind him he felt anything but jubilation. We won alright, but is it just a Phyrric Victory? With Trelor and his ilk still out there, does our victory here mean anything at all?
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Kellan, 06-25-2000 04:07 PM
NHD Abydos
Vega
The Absolution lumbered forward with unstoppable purpose, straining its engines to the limited as it tried to catch up with the Shivan Mastema before it fled to Capella. While it and many of the other vessels from Alpha, Beta and Gamma groups were engaged in combat with the Shivan juggernaut, the Abydos and Iron Fist had other things to worry about.
“Dive!” Ryksos ordered as the last beam cannon on the Sathanas juggernaut nearby disintegrated under a withering hail of beam cannon fire. The order came because of the menacing crowd of Shivan vessels approaching the Abydos. As the destroyer took evasive manoeuvres, powerful Shivan beams leapt out and struck the Sathanas behind them, burning deep.
The move didn’t throw the Shivans off for long, and they sped after the Abydos, unified in their murderous purpose. We cannot hope to avoid these Shivan warships forever, thought Ryksos as four beams from two of the Molochs bit deep into the hull of the Abydos. The destroyer was more than up to the challenge of returning the favour, burning off one of the beams from the front of a Moloch and punching right into it’s bow. The vessel flipped over slowly. It was out of the fight for the moment. However, its compatriots were not and could now return fire.
The Abydos ground to a halt as beam fire slammed into the engine subsystems and shut them down. All over the might vessel lights winked out for a second before coming back on. Ryksos was quickly requesting status reports from engineering. The news wasn’t as bad as he had anticipated.
“Admiral, the main power core has overloaded. Engines are offline and fire control is operating at 20% efficiency. Beam cannons 1 through 6 are offline. However, all systems will be restored within six minutes.” Not as bad as I had imagined, but in those six minutes the Shivans will carve the Abydos to pieces.
On his orders the two rear beam cannons – the only ones still functioning lashed out against the side of another of the Molochs, smashing it aside for a moment. However, the menacing form of a Lilith cruiser, armed with a formidable forward weapon was manoeuvring into view. In a few moments it would be in range and rip into the undefended Abydos.
It was then that the largest explosion ever seen happened. With unimaginable force, it tore the oncoming Lilith asunder before it could ever fire. The damaged Molochs both exploded as debris torn from the nearby Sathanas struck them down. The Abydos was hit with the force of the blast, power finally going down for good. The Sathanas provided some shelter for the Abydos and it did not perish in the blast.
As the auxiliaries came online, communications sprang to life and a static-filled message came through.
“…ommand. Withdraw as soon as possible to your defensive lines. We have won!"
Admiral Temara Ryksos breathed a deep sigh of relief. As soon as the engines were online his vessel would make the jump back into allied space and relative safety. The day had been won; there would be plenty of time to reflect on the events and the cost later, but for the moment safety was paramount.
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It's not over yet, but the battle finally is. That said, tomorrow will be the last posting. Be sure to stick around for the end.
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And now the conclusion of Neo-Hammer of Light 3: Legacy of the Eishtmo.
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Eishtmo, 06-25-2000 09:59 PM
6 months later
Log Entry 03/18/2382
"The Eishtmo" Quinn Lazerus:
Greetings. If you are hearing this, then several events have transpired that granted my personal messenger, Ma'thon, the right to open this file. This is my final log entry. In a few hours I will take my ship, the Victorious, and destroy planet Earth. I know I will never be forgiven for this action, and I accept this fate. However, know now that I did not do it without knowing the repercussions, and without a plan.
When I left Formatia, Cassiopeia 528 on GTVA star charts, I did so in the hope that I would return. My goal was to prevent the node to Sol from being reopened. I would then leave, taking all of my people with me to finish rebuilding the other 18 Victorious-ships and then begin my "Great Plan." Alas, it did not work out that way. Instead, I must now destroy the Earth to ensure that the GTVA will stay as one, the only way it can be if it expects to survive.
And so, I have decided to give the people of the GTVA a gift. Both Terrans and Vasudans have lost their homeworlds in one way or another, and so I give them a new one. Terraforma, the third planet from the Formatia star, is a beautiful place, a place where both Terrans and Vasudans can live in peace. This is your new homeworld, as well as a homeworld for any other species driven to near extinction by the Shivans. Only by working together on that world can you ever hope to overcome the Shivans.
But simply working together isn't enough. You must build a force that can take the Shivans on equal ground. This is my "Great Plan." I call for the establishment of the Vishnu Force; an organization dedicated to defending the GTVA and its allies from the Shivans. At its core should be my people, the Neo-Hammer of Light, and the 19 remaining Victorious-class ships. I cannot force anyone to do this, but it is what I always wanted, so please do it.
I know I can never be forgiven no matter what gifts I give you, what favors I do, or how long I spend in Hell. But know this, I did it with the best of intentions, even if it did lead me into Hell. Good luck to you all.
End of Log
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Operation Hellmouth ended six months ago. More than half of the Shivan fleet had been heavily damaged or destroyed, including most of the Sathanases. The Allies had lost nearly 70% of their forces, but what remained managed to defend the GTVA from the Shivans until their numbers could be rebuilt. In any case, the Absolution and her escorts easily wiped out the remaining Shivans in Vega and free the system. The third incursion was over.
In the meantime, the Sol Defense Force's military government was overthrown and replaced with a civilian government that quickly signed a peace treaty with the GTVA and NHOL and then joined the GTVA as a full partner. The GTVA kept the name, as that's what it continued to be. Most of the so-called anti-NHOL groups broke up. Most, including the Vali Alliance, rejoined the GTVA as full fleet members. The VAD Axion was given back its original designation, GTD Defiant, and Admiral Barry Hart was left in command, even though his crew was spread throughout the fleet.
The surviving crewmembers of the SDD Olympus were given a general pardon and reassigned, except for the command staff. In recognition for his actions (apparently, the Olympus' thrusters were functioning sometime before the collision with the power station), Captain Daniel Harris and his command staff were given Honorable Discharges. None would serve on a combat vessel again.
The Vishnu Force was officially established on September 16, 2384, though it wouldn't be until December that the complete fleet would be brought together. Most of the Neo-Hammer of Light signed on, as well as many others, including GTVA/SDF regulars as well as mercenaries and pirates. To help them on their way, the Knossos device at the Sol node was moved to Beta Aquilea, where it was used to stabilize the "one way" node to the System of a Thousand Jump Nodes. The bulk of the fleet, including the VMS Absolution, are preparing to leave on December 24, 2384 for Formatia to pick up the remains of the other 18 Victorious-class vessels and then move on to Zeta Prime where the Vishnu Force will be based.
As for the Horan. . .
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Beta Aquilea/Thousand Jump Nodes jump node - GTC Horan
"Sir," Sission said. "Su'mit would like to speak to you."
Ripper walked over and picked up a headset. Su'mit's image appeared on the comm screen. "Hey, how's it going?" Ripper asked.
"All is well," Su'mit said. "We will be leaving in about 10 minutes."
"Well, good luck to you," Ripper said. "You're gonna need it."
"Perhaps," Su'mit said with a Vasudan smile. "You know, you can still join us. We could use a good commander."
Ripper shook his head. "I don't want to," he said. "I promised to get my crew home, and I'm going to do it. Plus, I'm tired of war. When I get home, I putting in for early retirement."
"But what about," Su'mit started.
"We're taking care of that in a bit," Ripper interrupted. "Don't worry, I didn't forget. It's the last thing we have left to do."
Su'mit nodded then saluted. "Goodbye Commodore," he said. "Perhaps we will meet again."
Ripper saluted back. "I hope so." The screen went blank as the connection was terminated. Ripper sat back down in his command chair and looked out the main screen. Outside, the VMS Absolution, the Vishnu Mother Ship, sat with her new charges. The group was waiting for the signal to jump. Suddenly, the Absolution jerked forward, and slipped into subspace. The rest of the Vishnu Fleet followed, all for a new home and a new way of life.
"We're ready whenever you are sir," Thomas said.
"Thank you Commander," Ripper said. "Helm, set course for Vega XII C. We have a list to deliver."
"Aye sir," Julian said.
With that, the GTC Horan entered a subspace vortex, and left on one final mission before she was retired, a job well done.
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PeachE, 06-25-2000 10:22 PM
In 2363, during the wars with the NTF, an elite lieutennant in the GTVA forces flew undercover with the NTF at the request of the GTVI. It was his mission to recover information on an almost unknown project known as ETAK. When the mission became too risky, the lieutennant signed up for a fighter mission and attempted escape. Three wings of fighters chased him through space, while he begged GTVI to come pick him up. His requests were met with static, a response for not finishing the mission. It is not known how the lieutennant escaped the dire situation. What is known, is that in three weeks, he showed up back at his former headquarters, ready for another assignment. He was assigned to a Leviathan cruiser, that was known to have come in contact with the Colossus on several occasions. Lieutennant Kohler would never again fly a GTVI mission.
When the rebellion of the NHOL began, nearly three years later, Kohler decided he had had it with the GTVA. It had the appearance of a group that was falling to pieces and had an Intelligence unit he didn't wish on a Vasudan. After nearly four years of frustrations, Kohler, then a Captain, unofficially defected from the GTVA. He kept a good presence so as not to alert anyone, but behind the scenes of heroism, he began to divert money from the GTVA, placing funds in his own various accounts. During his stay in Alphard, he ordered multitudes of parts due to damages. The parts were immediately secretly shipped to a small warehouse on Alphard II, while Kohler kept his own ship running on duct tape and bailing wire.
During the second war against the NHOL, Kohler had managed to recruit engineers and scientists who appreciated his cause. But Kohler didn't make the mistakes many other rebel groups did. He looked for the elite men and women, not the young idiots. He wanted people like himself, fed up with the GTVA and willing to work for a new cause. The engineers and scientists would all remain in a small colony on Alphard II, working on a new ship design. The scientists managed, with some time, to come with a new more efficient beam system. The system allowed additional beams to be added to ships, without a loss of beam-strength. To couple this, the engineers were working on plans for a small destroyer, designated the AnatuKingu class: the ruler of the skies meets the demon of chaos. The ship would be given more efficient engines, allowing it to go faster than any capital ship ever built. When the beam system was completed, the scientists began work on a shielding system. The shielding system was designed to completely block out bombs, missiles and turret-fire. Beams could get through but they were significantly weakened. The shield system was also made a localized one. A unique scanner system could tell the shield where incoming objects were coming from and the threatened section of the shield was strengthened to maximum. During battle, if the AnatuKingu needed to fire its weapons, the sections around the needed weapons would be weakened. As the system neared completeness, an incorrectable weakness in it was discovered. If the entirity of the shielding ran at maximum for a period of more than two hours, the shield reactor would overload and the ship would be destroyed. Part-way through the construction of the AnatuKingu however, the NHOL began to approach Earth. At this point, the ship was in two pieces, one piece with the primary engines, and one piece with the primary weapons system. The advanced beams and shielding had yet to be installed. With the NHOL continuing its advances, Kohler ordered significant research done on the two halves already constructed and how they would fare in battle. When the results came back positive, he asked that the two halves be completed and that replications also be produced. They proved successful in reproducing the Kingu six times, but the Anatu proved far too expensive for a reproduction to be built.
While all of this was going on behind the scenes, Kohler stayed in the GTVA. He kept a close eye out for possible recruits and finally found two candidates. Denise White was the commander of an Aeolus and silently defected, with the ship and crew. In Talnia, A Lietennant named Pehace Daniels signed up and remained in the GTVA as a recruiter. In a short period of time, two more Aeolus ships, crews, and commanders defected to the force, bringing the ship count to eleven. With no more complete ships to be had, the various recruiters began seeking out commanders and individual crewmen to fill the eight empty ships. In time, these men were found. But not before the NHOL had succeeded in destroying Earth. In fact, the destruction of Earth was a good contributor to the ability to find rebels. The event had left Kohler enraged at the Vasudans and the GTVA for harboring them. When the crews were complete, the Terran Marauder BattleGroup officially defected. Only Pehace Daniels remained in the GTVA. He kept up the watch for any possible fighter pilots. After two or three years, those too were found, and Daniels too defected. Not too long after Daniels' death, the Shivans invaded once again, beginning the Third Shivan Incursion.
By the time the smoke cleared from the final battle, only the Anatu and Kingu remained of the group. These ships went immediately to the colony on Alphard II, where the two ships are once again being readied to make the AnatuKingu. The beams system is now complete, as is the shielding system. All that is left is the merger of the ships and the installation of the new systems. The ship, the ship Kohler had wanted, the ship that would lead the TMB, is almost complete.
TMB Colony
Alphard System
Alphard II
"The battles are long over. Admiral Kohler is dead. And six months ago, the Shivans were finally defeated, again. Now, it is time to do what we came here to do."
"And what is that, Admiral?" Stephen Mays swung around to see who asked the question. A newer recruit stood in his office, with some reports for Mays to look over.
Mays tooke the papers from the recruit and looked them over for a moment. "To build the ultimate destroyer: small and fast enough to evade and outrun another capital ship, completely invlunerable to fighters, able to deflect most of the power of a beam. In a few months, she will be complete. We've even managed to work out some of the problems with the shields."
"And what will we do with it then?"
"We will do what we have always done. We will defend the human race from her enemies, external... or within" Mays finished his meeting with the young officer and relaxed in the armchair of his office, playing some of the last personal logs of his predecessor. Too bad you couldn't be here to see it, Admiral. The Kohler is a beauty.
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Ice Heart, 06-26-2000 02:02 AM
GTCv Phobos
Beta Aquilae
The GTCv Phobos limped back to Beta Aquilae with the rest of the fleet. Garrett breathed a sigh of relief when they emerged in the system, he wouldn't have been surprised if his battered corvette had fallen apart in subspace. As it was, they had just barely made it, a few minutes after exitting subspace, the subspace drive had melted down. They wouldn't be making jumps again any time soon. Ships began leaving again just as soon as they had arrived, sent to various facilities for repair. Some of the more battered ones were assigned to facilities in-system. When Command finally got around to contacting Garrett's ship he gave them the news that he wouldn't be able to leave the system and so the Phobos was told to dock with Repair Collar 1B at the Nelson Installation, which could be seen up ahead.
With a sigh, Garrett stood from his chair and left his Engineering Officer in charge, the highest ranking officer on the bridge aside from Garrett and the Executive Officer. He was one of the few Garrett could still trust. Garrett was tired, it had been a long and strenuous battle, but he did not go immediately to his quarters. He made a detour to the medbay to check on the condition of his Executive Officer.
He located her bed and her sleeping form. He glanced at the chart that was on the foot of the bed, wanting to know how bad it was without some medic trying to soften things. She was badly injured, quite a number of broken bones, but she would live...no where near as bad condition as Garrett had thought he would find her in. His hand found its way into her right hand and he allowed himself this small indulgence, treasuring the warmth of life in his friend's hand, though he glanced nervously over his shoulder to make sure no one had seen him drop his shield of impenetrable calm. As such, he was almost startled out of his skin when the hand he held squeezed back slightly.
He looked down to find his XO looking up at him and he let go of her hand. "Sorry, I shouldn't have..." he muttered, feeling his face turn red.
She let him withdraw his hand and smiled at him. "Don't be. I enjoyed the feeling, these medics will patch you up efficiently and properly, but they aren't much on inefficiencies like actual affection." She said with a hint of playful sarcasm in her voice.
This brought Garrett a smile. "Glad to see they didn't injure your sense of humor."
They chatted and bantered for about ten minutes, then Garrett decided he should go. They both needed to get some sleep. But before he left, he had a question to ask. "When these doctors decide that you're fit enough to get out of the medbay unassisted, maybe you could come by my quarters some evening for dinner?" He thought he had found all the bugs Trelor's spies had put in his quarters and was reasonably certain the place would be clean of them by the time she could get out.
"Sure." She said with a smile.
With that, Garrett went to his quarters and fell onto his bed, asleep before his head even hit the pillow...
SIX MONTHS LATER
Garrett was in his best uniform waiting for Svetlana to show up. He lamented that he hadn't any civilian clothes left as she had planned not to come in uniform. He looked out the main viewport at the ships sprawled all around and he was pleased, not only with the thought of an evening with very good company, but also of what had transpired over the past months. The Shivans had been held off for a third time, but something new had happened, the Allies had actually beaten them severely. It was not the defeat of a small force like that of the First Great War, nor the temporary halting of an irresistible foe as in the Second Shivan Incursion, no, the Allies had fought the Shivans and forced them to retreat. It had cost them dearly, but this victory served to prove that the Shivans were not invincible or infinite in number, they could be confronted and stopped. The Eishtmo, destroyer of Earth and the greatest criminal the Terrans had ever known, had become the GTVA's greatest saviour with his super juggernaut. His plan was officially approved by the GTVA security counsil and the Neo-Hammer of Light, the people of the Eishtmo, would be a central part of it. Though the NHOL and GTVA still were not on completely friendly terms, the GTVA leaders and this Grand Admiral Chontamentet that led the NHOL were working things out quite well. Even now, NHOL civilians and military personnel were visiting GTVA space and GTVA people were in the NHOL's colony system, trying to convince the populations of both that they needed to forget the past transgressions for the sake of both their futures. Garrett doubted the NHOL would ever be completely forgiven, but they would be allowed to try to redeem themselves.
Falstaff now had a fully functional ship under his command once again. The Phobos was now in as good or better shape than it had been before everything hit the fan. Garrett smiled as he recalled the name the shipyard workers had given the Phobos, the GTCv Chewtoy, a name which was quite apt as Garrett had realized once he got a look at it from outside its hull. The Deimos-class had always somewhat resembled a brick, after that last battle the Phobos had resembled a brick that had been gnawed by some huge beast. With a fully functional ship again under his Command, Garrett would soon join Robertson in his search for Trelor. Whatever Trelor was up to, it could not mean anything good for the Allies, and Garrett wanted to see the man punished for unleashing the Shivans again. Garrett now also had a new sensor officer as all five of the spies aboard the Phobos had been taken for interrogation and the ship was swept clean of bugs.
Falstaff heard the door slide open and he turned to face it, forcing his thoughts away from Trelor and the future of the Alliance as he did so. He would not allow anything to ruin this evening. As Svetlana entered the room with a dark blue evening gown on, he noted that this was the first time since long ago basic training that he had seen her in anything other than a uniform. She walked with a limp on her right side, something that would likely remain with her for the rest of her life. She was lucky that was all she had, most of her time in the medbay had been due to some serious neck and head injuries, injuries which had been fully recovered only through luck and the wonders of modern medical technology.
He seated her and then went into the small cubicle of a kitchen that was in the captain's quarters of most ships to fetch the food, a traditional Sirian dish. The people of Sirius, Garrett's home system, had a talent when it came to spicy cuisine, food which he knew that Svetlana enjoyed greatly. He came back in with the dish in one hand and in the other of course was a bottle of the finest wine he could procure on his paycheck...
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Ice Heart, 06-26-2000 02:04 AM
NHD Iron Fist
Beta Aquilae/Jump Node to System of One Thousand Nodes
Personal Log
Grand Admiral "Ice Heart" Harak Chontamentet
Eishtmo's final message comes as a surprise to all of us. Our leader was truly a mystery, he destroyed his people's homeworld in order to save them. He brought death and destruction equalled only by the Shivans onto the GTVA for the purpose of preserving the Alliance. The GTVA will likely never be able to forgive him for his past transgressions, but the Absolution and Eishtmo's Grand Plan to preserve us all go a long way towards his redemption. It is an ironic twist of fate that the Eishtmo, the most despised person ever known to the GTVA, would become the saviour of the Terran and Vasudan races.
We are preparing what remains of my fleet, the Absolution, and those ships which have decided to join us to move out to Formatia and retrieve the remains of the other Victorious-class ships. Some of them will likely be useless other than as salvage, but we may be able to repair some of them to fully functional status. Once we retrieve these remains, we will take them with us to Zeta Prime, where we will base the Vishnu Force. Another irony, that the system inhabited by the second greatest enemy to the GTVA would now become the base of the GTVA's new gaurdians.
When I heard Eishtmo's message, I took the Iron Fist back to Zeta Prime on as quick a course as we could plot and told my people of what had transpired. Though we have some misgivings about this alliance, we will do it because our leader asked us to and because it is the only way we can hope to survive the Shivans in the end. The NHD Anhur and the small force left behind to guard against the few renegade Pretender fanatics fought a battle of their own and emerged victorious as well, annihilating the last fanatics of the Pretender. Additionally, the NHD Imhotep, a former Pretender vessel which was badly damaged and left in Zeta Prime when we departed to help the GTVA, has just been repaired and is now operational again, which partially helps make up for the losses we suffered in Vega. Of my fleet, all that remained after the battle was the Iron Fist, the Anubis, the two Ramses-class destroyers Heket and Abydos, three Sobek corvettes, four Mentu cruisers, and the old heavily modified NHC Uneg, one of the last Atens still in service anywhere. This is what remains of the forces I took to Vega, the single Ramses destroyer with two Mentu cruisers and two Sobek corvettes I left behind in Zeta Prime are still in prime condition. Still, we suffered heavy losses, losing almost all of our cruisers and corvettes, as well as three of our Ramses-class destroyers.
What it perhaps most surprising of all the events is how many GTVA, privateer/mercenary, and even SDF ships have answered our call for personnel to join the Vishnu force. Despite the victory which they could not have won had we not been there to help with the Absolution, I had not expected so many to be willing to join with us, their old foe. Most surprising are the SDF troops with us, many of them are still bitter about what we did to their homeworld, but they have put the past behind them for the greater good.
Finally, Admiral Hart did not reneg on our verbal agreement so long ago in Zeta Prime, he has been instrumental in the talks which we have been undergoing. There are going to be largescale officer exchange programs to promote understanding between the NHOL and GTVA/SDF, as well as a number of civilian programs to give civilians from both sides the opportunity to learn about the other. These programs will promote better understanding between our people and hopefully will eventually erase the stereotypes of the genocidal NHOL maniac and the vengeful, unforgiving GTVA soldier wishing to hunt us to extinction. I myself have come to realize that, although they do not follow our ways and although we may disapprove of this, they are not our enemy simply because of differing ideologies. It is unfortunate for both sides that either could not have seen beyond their beliefs sooner. But again, there is Eishtmo's plan, without it, we would likely still be hating one another or killing one another if the GTVA had found us when the Shivans were not about. The Great Plan has shown us that we must work together to survive.
I have been offered command of the Absolution, but I have refused it, allowing instead Su'mit and Ma'thon to retain this post, for they have earned it. I have told them they may select anyone to command the great ship but myself. I do this for two reasons, one is because I would never be fully trusted by the GTVA or even the rest of the Vishnu Force as I was once one of the Eishtmo's highest ranking officers. The second is that I do not belong there. It sounds strange, but it is true. I am much better at moving about large groups of smaller ships than I am at commanding a single large ship. Also, I could not simply leave the Iron Fist. This destroyer has been my life for so many years that it is literally my home, I have seen it grow from a standard Hatshepsut to its present form, a shillouette which cannot be recognized as that of a Hatshepsut. It has been extensively modified and only I truly know every little modification, no one else could make this destroyer function at its very top capacity. And so, I will stay with the Iron Fist, with my home. I will perform the administrative tasks that are neccessary to running a government from this ship as I always have if the people of Zeta Prime and our new comrades of the Vishnu Force will allow me too. I will also remain active in the military area as commander of at least one of the fleets of the Vishnu force.
The time for departure draws near, I will once again leave GTVA space, but this time not in defeat and fear but in victory and friendship.
End Log
Harak shut down the logbook and looked out the main viewport from the bridge at the many ships gathered ahead of them, the Absolution's great length could be seen stretching ahead to the left of the ship while the remains of the NHOL fleet were gathered to the right of the Iron Fist. His Executive Officer, Ba-Pef Khentimentiu was as usual by his side. "It has been a time of greater changes and surprises than I think anyone could have known, Ba-Pef."
"Indeed it has, sir. Though one person did forsee at least some of it."
Harak nodded, not needing to have that person named. The communications officer spoke up. "Sir, the Absolution reports it is ready to jump out. Admiral Maranville with the SDF, GTVA, and other assorted forces reports they are ready to move out as well. They await your command."
Harak allowed himself a smile, So, they are going to honor me with the first step in our mission to create the Vishnu Force. "Very well. Communications, inform all vessels to enter subspace on the Iron Fist's mark.....Helm, engage subspace drive."
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Kellan, 06-26-2000 02:46 PM
4 days after Vega Engagement
GTM Basilica
Beta Aquilae
The world swam into Bethany Frost’s view. It was silver, white, and clinical. It was the inside of a medical bay. She tried to move, only to feel a terrible pain in her stomach and left arm and leg. Looking over with some discomfort, she saw them plated and pinned, encased in polyfoam. Ouch, what the hell happened?
Someone walked up to the bed on which Frost was laid. It was a man…focusing, she saw that it was Garret Falstaff. He smiled, his usually cold exterior breaking a little as he did so. He reached down and touched her good shoulder.
“Glad to see you made it, Beth.”
“So am I,” she replied, slightly groggily. “What happened?”
Garret shrugged. “I don’t know, I wasn’t there. What’s the last thing you remember?”
Frost tried to remember. Brazen under fire…escapees…collision. “Um, let me think. Well, I think that we collided with some debris. Yes, debris from the GVD Hannarthep, but the Tempura saved us from a collision with an out of control transport. I think…”
Garret clicked his fingers. “Yes, he said, that’s it. You should see your bridge, Beth. The Brazen’s in dry-dock now, but I think they’re still clearing it up. There was some blood. Not everybody made it, count yourself lucky that those injuries weren’t serious.”
Frost looked up at the man indignantly, raising her arm, and wincing. “You call these minor injuries?”
“Well, it could have been worse. The shrapnel that went into your stomach didn’t hit any vital organs, and if you’d have been much further across the bridge, the ceiling support beam wouldn’t have hit your left side – it would’ve hit your head.” Frost winced again at the very thought. “That, and the emergency shields covering the hull breaches on the bridge were just about the only system working when they got to you.”
“Well, it looks like we won, huh?”
Garret smiled, breaking his cold exterior. “Yep, we won alright. The Gaia was meant to collapse the Capella jump node but the Mastema destroyed it before it got there. We were lucky that the Absolution got to the Mastema and destroyed it as it jumped out. That sealed the node pretty quickly. The fleets are down 70% I’m afraid, but the Phobos made it…and so did Robertson, if you were wondering.” The relief on Frost’s face confirmed that she had been.
A doctor approached Garret and told him that it was time to leave.
“Well Beth, get well soon. You should be back on active duty in a couple of months according to the docs, and the Brazen will be spaceworthy before too long. Then we go after Trelor, eh?” Frost nodded weakly. Garret turned to leave.
“Garret,” she called out as she walked off. He turned to face her. “Who was it…that didn’t make it?”
Garret Falstaff appeared to be deep in thought for a few moments. “Let me think,” he mused. After he a minute he called out. “Oh yeah, I think your sensor operator, Richards, I think he’s dead, I’m afraid. And, uh, what’s the name of your comm. guy?”
“Rayner.”
“Yeah, that’s him, Rayner. He’s in the next ward, he’s okay. Carver is too, I think. I don’t know about the rest of the bridge crew, but I think that you were some of the only ones they pulled out.” Frost’s expression saddened. “I’m sorry,” Garret said. “Now, you get some rest and forget about all this stuff.”
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6 Months Later
GTCv Brazen
The Brazen’s hull shone as though it had just come off the line; testament to the fact that almost every subsystem and most of the hull panels on the corvette had been replaced after the ferocious battle. The ship was equally new looking on the inside as a now recovered Bethany Frost strolled through the corridors and onto the bridge. It was the last part of the ship to be restored to full working order and was still in some disrepair. Frost walked around the bridge inspecting it and wondering: how the hell did we survive through that battle?
One thing that was noticeable was that the support beam from above the Captain’s chair had fallen through the ceiling again. The beam wasn’t there anymore but neither was the chair below and the floor panels had been destroyed. Frost winced mentally at the sight, recalling Captain Forrester’s untimely demise and her own brush with death. A senior tech was nearby and Frost ambled over to him.
“What can I do for you, Ma’am?” the tech asked, turning to face Frost.
“Are you in charge here?” Frost asked. The man nodded.
“Yes Ma’am, I’m in charge of the reconstruction of this vessel, GTCv Braz…”
“GTCv Brazen, GTVI Second Fleet, fleet identification number 59503-14X. I know, I’m the Captain of this old tub, and I have a request to make.”
It was only now that the man in charge of the repair work saluted her – Frost had been wearing civilian clothes. She waved the man’s salute away. “You see that ceiling beam space over there, just above the Captain’s chair?” The man peered up into the space and nodded. “Well, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t replace it. The former Captain of this vessel died thanks to it, and I nearly did too.”
The man nodded. Again, Frost was beginning to wonder if he was capable of any other form of confirmation. “Okay Captain, we can leave the beam out, but it might reduce structural integrity.”
“I’m willing to take that chance,” Frost replied. “Perhaps I’ll have better luck with hard vacuum than hard steel.”
“Okay,” the man said, smiling a little. “I’ll see to it, Captain. This ship will be up and running in no time at all.”
Good, thought Frost, I’ll need this ship for hunting down Trelor. When we find him, he’ll certainly have a lot to answer for…if we give him the chance before we get the open fire order. Anyway, there’s quite I hunt ahead, I guess...
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HeX,
06-26-2000 03:21 PM
GTVID Brimstone, Ikeya System
6 Months After The Vega Encounter
Robertson sat in his chair onboard the fully repaired and re-fitted Dominator class Destroyer. Out of the 4 that had gone into the war all those months ago, only this and one other had survived. Now the Brimstone was the flagship of the somewhat rebuilt GTVI fleet and Robertson was a Fleet Admiral. He never thought he would see the day that he would be leading an entire armada. It had been one of Pretala's dying wishes to see him in such a position. Robertson turned and stared out a view port at the newly build GTD Pretala as it drifted alongside. Robertson was proud to have it in his fleet, a monument to one of the greatest Admirals the GTVI had ever seen. The war was long over but he still remembered it as though it was yesterday. They had lost a lot of good people during that war but it had all been worth the cost. Now the GTVI fleet sat in its rightful place in Ikeya, defending the GTVI Headquarters and not waiting to open the doorway to hell or holding back what came through that door. Admiral Nalina and Admiral Ja'Tika now ran the GTVI and ensured that there would be no more opening of collapsed jump nodes to Shivan space. The destroyers may have been defeated but there was no point in taking unnecessary risks. The Echelon, the most massive ship ever constructed, was nearly complete and ready to take its role as a symbol of galactic unity. The cities that covered its 50km long hull would be home to over 1.5 million people while its thousands of weapons would serve as a warning to all those who opposed the GTVA to stand back. It would have its home in the Ross 128 system, the place where the first Shivan war truly started. Robertson smiled, a lot had happened in six months to strengthen the GTVA beyond its original state. But there was some troubling news, a group of GTVA ships had vanished in the systems beyond Luyten along with several ex-SDF ships and what was believed to be some older NHOL ships. All this and the disappearance of Trelor near those regions was more then enough to warrant some concern. Robertson stared at the message in his hand, the one ordering him to GTVI Headquarters to discuss the hunt for Trelor. This would not be an easy task for Trelor's right hand man, Hishmal, was a master of covert operations. Finding Trelor before he could put forth his great plan would be a task with little hope for success. Trelor's great plan, something the GTVI had only recently uncovered in a data sweep. It had taken 3 months to crack the access codes to Trelor's files. Within they found a plan to take control of the GTVA and steer it on a path of conquest rather then discovery. Trelor wanted to move aggressively through the gates and destroy or subdue every species encountered. His plan was one of heartless devastation and incredible risk for Human and Vasudan kind alike. As the GTVI Command Station loomed into view, Robertson began to compile a list of people he wanted to assist him if the hunt began. Amid them were Bethany Frost and Garret Falstaff along with any other GTVI personnel he could recruit. This would the greatest and most dangerous manhunt he had ever been a part of. He could only hope that he would not become the hunted.
continued in "Terran Imperium: Empire's Dawn"
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Velocity7, 06-27-2000 07:35 PM
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Operation Hellmouth
Vega/Capella Node
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Velocity 7 was about to walk up to his transport when the whole ship suddenly shook. "What the hell was that?"
"Sir, we've got a visual on the Knossos device. The Absolution is there, and its firing on the Mastema!"
"What?"
In a few moments, the Absolution's main cannon took out the Mastema, blowing up the Knossos device and thus closing the node. By the time the shockwaves were over, the fatigued captain finally made it up to the bridge.
"Did I miss anything?"
"Yes sir. The Knossos device is gone. We're also receiving another transmission--to return back to our defense lines, as the Shivans are gone again."
"Well, that's relief. Helm, do as ordered."
"Aye sir."
The Redway made its turn towards the exit of Vega, for that the meeting with the VAD Axion was prematurely cancelled.
"Captain, receiving a transmission."
"Put it through."
Admiral Hart appeared on the screen. "What the hell are you doing, Captain?"
"Maybe you should look at the Knossos device, Admiral."
"Wait...what? Oh...huh? Hmm...." Barry turned back to Velocity 7. "So I see. Well, I guess our meeting is for nothing, I guess. Better head back."
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6 months later...
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Velocity 7 had just received information regarding Terraforma, a new homeworld located in the system of Formatia. The captain himself was delighted to hear the news, that the Eishtmo had still reserved one homeworld for our races. Even though Sol was destroyed, at least the records had proved that it was for our own good.
The Redway, itself, was stationed back in Beta Aquilae, for its long, resting vacation as the crew members were gone for their part.
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Captain's Log -- Operation Hellmouth Debriefing
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Well, the completion of Operation Hellmouth did have its drawbacks, but at least we all survived, for good. Since we lost the Colossus about 14 years ago, we now have the Absolution to do our dirty work instead. I just hope the GTVI don't screw up again and do what they just did. I'm going to file a report.
Anyways, the war's over, and I just wanted to say how painful it was. I got some pictures of the Capella nebula for my parents, just in case if they wanted to know what happened to their former home. I bet they'll be shocked to see everything I captured.
I still have this small Shivan device though. Although it doesn't work at all, it may prove useful in later research. I'm gonna hand it over to R&D soon. Now, it's time for my long resting vacation.
End Log
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Kellan, 06-28-2000 03:19 PM
VFD Abydos
6 Months after Vega Engagement
Talnia
The Abydos, now part of Vishnu Force sat proudly at the head of a group of smaller corvettes and cruisers. In the distance the monolithic form of the Absolution could be seen. It was to be the flagship of Vishnu Force, and as yet there was no commander for the vessel. Admiral Harak Chontamentet had already turned the post down, favouring his beloved Iron Fist. Ryksos imagined that Ariss Kraken would lead the Absolution into battle now; the Ice Heart’s second-in-command was a competent commander of vessels large and small. If he refused, the honour of command might be offered to Ryksos next.
Personal Log
Admiral Temara Ryksos
I have mixed feelings about the possibility of commanding a vessel such as the Absolution. While the vessel is without a doubt formidable and to be given command of such a vessel would be a great honour, I am unsure as to whether I would like to control such a large ship. Admiral Chontamentet has told me of his faith in me as a tactician, and I fear that a very large vessel would not be conducive to such skills.
On the other hand, the Abydos does not hold a special place within my hearts as the Iron Fist does in Harak’s. This matter will require serious consideration, but it is one that can wait until our return to Zeta Pegasi, the new home of Vishnu Force.
End Log
The door to Ryksos’ quarters opened quietly. In the entrance stood Ryksos’ XO, Sentia Khepritenet. “Admiral Ryksos, Vishnu Force is ready to move out. We await your presence on the bridge.” The Vasudan woman spoke quietly and softly, belying her kill as a soldier.
Ryksos rose from his seat and followed her out of his quarters onto the bridge. It wasn’t a long distance away. He took his seat in the spacious bridge quickly.
“Sir,” said the helmsman, “the fleet is ready to move. The Absolution is entering subspace now.”
Ryksos nodded slowly. “Very well,” he replied, his voice booming across the bridge. “Our historic journey begins now. Helm, follow the Absolution into subspace.” As the newly designated VFD Abydos leapt into the shimmering blue expanse of subspace Ryksos was finally content. I have seen a great deal in these past weeks and months, but all is well at last. The Pretender is gone, as are our old nemesis, the Shivans. Now, we are one – a strong force to repel the Shivans should they threaten us again. I hope that never again will the GTVA be split apart by civil strife as it was, for the sake of us all. Admiral Ryksos was going home.
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Eishtmo, 06-28-2000 05:30 PM
Is this heaven or is it hell? It might be heaven for I can see and hear everything throughout the Universe. I know the secrets of all of us, the truth. It is so simple I'm ashamed I didn't see it sooner, and I'm surprised they do not see it either. But it cannot be heaven. While I can see and hear everything, I cannot touch it, interact with it, or influence it anymore. But most of all, I am alone, so alone. Perhaps this is some type of punishment for my sins.
Maybe I'm on trial. Yes, that would explain it. Though I would have thought that destroying a planet would have sentenced me to Hell without question, but perhaps the reasons I did it have given me a kind of defense. And now they, whoever they are, are waiting for the results to hand down their sentence. Or maybe they already know, and are allowing me to witness the results of my actions as a form of punishment, or as a reward.
Heaven or hell, punishment or reward, one thing is quite clear. My chapter of this story is over. I wonder what the next will bring.
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And that's the end. If you actually managed to read all that, good for you. Even I have issues doing it and I wrote a good chunk of it. Still, it is probably the most epic Freespace fanfic ever written, so big in fact that it generated it's own spin off, Terran Imperium, which was sadly never completed.
I would like to thank all the authors of NHOL 3, in whatever capacity they managed to post. They are:
PeachE, Ice Heart, AssAssIn, Mattouf, Mad Jonesy, Artimus, kamikize, StumpyZilla Rex, VR7, Velocity7, HeX, and Kellan (I think that's all of them).
If any of you are still knocking around HLP, give a shout out. Be nice to know that you're still part of the community after some 6 years.
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Great story. :D be even cool. this could be a campaign or movie out of it ;)