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  1. And now a word from one of our sponsors ... Me Just kidding. You brought out some good ideas DeSylva. However some responses are somewhat far fetched in my view (Tac ). There is one thing that has been touched opon but missed by many. BC3020AD will be primarily a multiplayer Mardi Gras brawl. So what happens when I recieve too many violations? Goodbye Galcom hello Insurgency? My 2bits, TTFN. ------------------ Cmdr Gallion GCV-Graf Spee, Corsair Wing Wraith Fleet
  2. Gallion

    Upgrades

    Some of this sounds like Battlecruiser System Enhancement that I posted on A Corsair's Wishlist thread a while back. So here goes my 2bits. BC System Upgrades: If I have the GalCreds to buy system Upgrades, then I should be able to upgrade; regardless of my rank or the amount experience points I have. I would rather put the Research Engineer to work enhancing systems installed on the BC (IOD damage, Hyperdrive recharge rate, probe, missiles, etc...). However, these systems enhancements must have a cost to maintain Game balance. Example; An enhanced hydrivedrive system that recharges 10% faster than normal would increase Radine consuption by a factor of 5. Further hyperdrive enhancements would reduce the amount of Radine consumption to near normal[/]. Since boxed ACM missions will not be included in 3020 and Artifacts limited to one per universe, this would give the lab monkeys something to do besides taking up valuable ration, life support, and power resources. Free missles from Galcom HQ ... I have to disagree with that idea. Free repairs from G-HQ is more than enough. ------------------ Cmdr Gallion GCV-Graf Spee, Corsair Wing Wraith Fleet [This message has been edited by Gallion (edited 03-05-99).]
  3. <rp> Cosmic Charlie Comms: "Incoming Message from Wraith-HQ" LtCmdr Gweedo: "Pipe it throgh Lt," quote:<garble>....<static>....<more static>....<garbled again> Comms: "Communications systems are still unreliable Sir" LtCmdr Gweedo: "So it seems Lt." Gallion lay in the MediBay heavily sedated and bandaged. He had an eire grin on his face. The Medical Oficer was somewhat concerned over his patient's condition. He had stopped the bleeding and stiched Gallion up OK, probably have a scar around his neck also, but that eire grin had him worried. He had seen Gallion with that grin before, a grin Gallion had just before making a kill. To see such an evil grin on a person when they are concious is one thing and normal; but to see an unconcious person with such a grin was another thing all together. The Medical Officer made an entry in his medical log to have a complete psychological workup done on Gallion as soon as possible. Gallion was dreaming innocent dreams; dreaming the dream of dreams; dreaming of feathers, crows, ashes, and flying. The Time Seventy Minutes Past Midnight, The Witching Hour is through for this day <rp/> ------------------ Cmdr Gallion GCV-Graf Spee, Corsair Wing Wraith Fleet [This message has been edited by Gallion (edited 02-21-99).]
  4. -- -.-- / -. . -.-. -.- / .... ..- .-. - ... / .- -.- .. .-. .- <rp> The Parlance The image of the Graf SpeeÔÇÖs transporter room faded away and replaced by the images of a room on the Insurgent Starstation Spectre. Across a large black table sat a man in a black one-piece spacer-suit. Gallion was not worried about what may or may not be behind him. That is what Gunny York and his marine was for; to watch his back. Gallion looked at both the man and the room around him. He took in both the man across the table and the attire he wore. The manÔÇÖs attire was non-discrete, standard spacer issue black one-piece with an overly large belt buckle but nothing else. His attire was not adorned with insignia, name, or other regalia that would identify him. What intrigued Gallion the most were this manÔÇÖs eyes. A personÔÇÖs eyes are the gateway to their soul and are the one part of the Terran body that cannot lie. The tongue may be slick and smooth, the smile seems genuine, but the eyes will never bear falsehood or untruth. The man not only met GallionÔÇÖs gaze, but also maintained it without flinching; buzzzzzzzzzzz. Gallion knew that this man was Insurgent One, the Rattler, the man responsible for organizing the once ragtag Insurgency into an effective, disciplined, and organized force to be reckoned with in the Galaxy. The quasi-battle of wills was broken between the two when The Rattler broke the silence with his calm, firm, and confident voice. Rattler / --. . -. - .-.. . -- . -. / --..-- / / .-- . .-.. -.-. --- -- . / - --- / / - .... . / .-. .- - - .-.. . .-. / ... / -.. . -. / / --..-- / / .- -. -.. / - --- / .-- .... .- - / -.. --- / .. / --- .-- . / - .... .. ... / .--. .-.. . .- ... ..- .-. . / / / - .... .. ... / .. ... / .- / ... - --- .-. -.-- / .. / -- ..- ... - / .... . .- .-. / .-.-.- / / / .. - / ... / --. --- - - .- / -... . / .--. .-. . - - -.-- / .. -- .--. --- .-. - .- -. - / ..-. --- .-. / -.-- --- ..- / - --- / .... .- ...- . / .--- . --- .--. .- .-. -.. .. --.. . -.. / -.-- --- ..- .-. / ... .... .. .--. ... / ..-. --- .-. / .-.-.- / / / -. --- .-- / .-.. . - / ... / .... . .- .-. / .. - / ..--.. / / Gallion: .. / .- .--. .--. .-. . -.-. .. .- - . / -.-- --- ..- .-. / - .. -- . / --..-- / / .. -. -.. ..- .-.. --. . -. -.-. . / --..-- / / .- -. -.. / -.-- . ... / -- -.-- / .--. .-.. .. --. .... - / .. ... / .. -- .--. --- .-. - .- -. - / .-.-.- / / / .. / .- -- / .. -. / ... . .- .-. -.-. .... / --- ..-. / .. -. ..-. --- .-. -- .- - .. --- -. / .-.-.- / / / .. -. ..-. --- .-. -- .- - .. --- -. / - .... .- - / --- -. .-.. -.-- / -.-- --- ..- / -- .- -.-- / .--. .-. --- ...- .. -.. . / .-.-.- / / / .-.. . - / -- . / - .-. -.-- / - --- / . -..- .--. .-.. .- .. -. / .-.-.- / / Without waiting for The RattlerÔÇÖs response, Gallion moved towards the black table and activated the holoprojector controls located in front of him. He brought up the galactic Navchart and began his story. Gallion recounted the perils and exploits that Corsair Wing suffered and endured since deployed to Gammulan space when the Gammulans invaded Sol. Gallion said more than he intended to The Rattler. He did not know exactly why but it seemed to be the right thing to do, buzzzzzzzzzzz. Rattler leaned back into his chair and listened without comment or visible expression to GallionÔÇÖs tirade. That is until Gallion began explaining the Wing's TDF IFF Code Module sabotage. Taken aback by the abruptness, and direct "frontal assault" going on before him, Rattler could only watch and listen. This Commander had taken charge of the situation, and all Rattler could muster was -.-. --- -. - .. -. ..- . / --..-- / / --. .- .-.. .-.. .. --- -. / --..-- / / .. ..-. / -.-- --- ..- / .... .- ...- . / .- / .--. --- .. -. - / - --- / -- .- -.- . / .... . .-. . / .-.-.- / / / -.-- --- ..- / .... .- ...- . / -- -.-- / .- - - . -. - .. --- -. / --..-- / / -.. --- -. / - / ... --.- ..- .- -. -.. . .-. / .. - / ..--.. / / Gallion: ÔÇ£... we have isolated the possible source of the TDF IFF Code module sabotage down to two areas: One: Wraith-HQ may possibly be compromised and infiltrated. By who or whom is unknown. Two: The TDF IFF Code module transmission was intercepted; altered; and re-transmitted to Wraith-HQ, again by who or whom is unknown. Point of interception has been narrowed down to within this circle of systems on the Navchart.ÔÇØ buzzzzzzzz Rattler: .. / ... - .. .-.. .-.. / -.. --- / -. --- - / ... . . / .... --- .-- / - .... .. ... / . ..-. ..-. . -.-. - ... / -- . / --- .-. / - .... . / .. -. ... ..- .-. --. . -. -.-. -.-- / .-.-.- / / / .. ..-. / - .... .. ... / .. ... / .- .-.. .-.. / - .... .- - / -.-- --- ..- / .... .- ...- . / --. --- - / --- .-. / - --- / ... .- -.-- / - .... . -. / -.-- --- ..- / .-- .- ... - . -.. / -. --- - / --- -. .-.. -.-- / -.-- --- ..- .-. / - .. -- . / -... ..- - / .- .-.. ... --- / -.-- --- ..- .-. / ... .... .. .--. ... / .- -. -.. / -.-- --- ..- .-. / .-.. .. / Gallion adjusted the holoprojector controls and a red circle appeared within the holo-display hovering over the table of the room. The epicenter of this red circle was Antis/Trenis, home system of Spectre, and the Insurgency. Rattler: / .. -- .--. --- ... ... .. -... .-.. . / ..--.. / / / -. --- -. . / --- ..-. / ... .--. . -.-. - .-. . / .-- .- ... / . ...- . -. / .. -. / - .... .. ... / --.- ..- .- -.. .-. .- -. - / -.. ..- .-. .. -. --. / - .... .. ... / - .. -- . / .-.-.- / / / .. / -.-. .- -. / .--. . .-. ... --- -. .- .-.. .-.. -.-- / ...- --- ..- -.-. .... / ..-. --- .-. / .- .-.. .-.. / --- ..-. / -- -.-- / -.-. --- -- -- .- -. -.. . .-. ... / --..-- / / ... .- ...- . / --- -. . / --..-- / / .- -. -.. / .... . / .... .- -.. / -- --- .-. . / .--. .-. . ... ... .. -. --. / -- .- - - . .-. ... / . .-.. ... . .-- .... . .-. . / .-.-.- / / / .. / .-.. .-.. / --. ..- .- .-. .- -. - . . / - .... .- - / .. - / .-- .- ... / -. --- - / .- -. / .. -. ... ..- .-. --. . -. - / - .... .- - / -.-. .- ..- ... . -.. / - .... .. ... / ..--.. / / Rattler's Personal Communicator chirped and announced an arrival of yet another New Member to the Insurgency. Commander Echo, of the Ship "Persephone" Requesting Permission to Join the Insurgency, and Docking Clearance for needed Repairs Permission Granted to Join the Insurgency, Commander. From this moment one, you carry the Title of Insurgent, and Your Ship shall be known as ICV Persephone. Do Her Proud, Commander. Proceed to Docking Bay 2 for Final Clearances to Dock. Rattler.... Out! See what I mean Commander Gallion. Commander Echo's Crossed The Line Now. No way back, but I doubt that She would want to return anyway. Gallion: .. / .- -- / -. --- - / .. -- .--. .-.. -.-- .. -. --. / - .... .- - / - .... . / .. -. ... ..- .-. --. . -. -.-. -.-- / -. --- .-. / .- -- / .. / .. -- .--. .-.. .. -.-. .- - .. -. --. / - .... . -- / .- ... / -... . .. -. --. / .-. . ... .--. --- -. ... .. -... .-.. . / ..-. --- .-. / - .... . / .. ..-. ..-. / -.-. --- -.. . / ... .- -... --- - .- --. . / --..-- / / -.-- --- ..- / .- -. -.. / - .... . -.-- / .-- . .-. . / .- - / ... --- .-.. ..-. .. --. .... - .. -. --. / - .... . / --. .- -- -- ... / .- -. -.. / -.. -.-- .. -. --. / .-.. .. -.- . / - .... . / .-. . ... - / --- ..-. / --. .- .-.. -.-. --- -- / .-- .- ... / .-.-.- / / / .. / .- -- / --- -. / .- / -- .. ... ... .. --- -. / .-.-.- / / / -- -.-- / -- .. ... ... .. --- -. / .. ... / - --- / ..-. .. -. -.. / - .... . / .--. . .-. .--. . - .-. .- - --- .-. ... / --..-- / / -... -.-- / .- -. -.-- / -- . .- -. ... / .- - / -- -.-- / -.. .. ... .--. --- ... .- .-.. / .-.-.- / / Rattler: / ... --- / .-- .... -.-- / -.-. --- -- . / .... . .-. . / / / .-- .... -.-- / -. --- - / ..- ... . / --. .- .-.. -.-. --- -- / ... / .- ... ... . - ... / / Gallion: -... . -.-. .- ..- ... . -... . -.-. .- ..- ... . .. Gallion could not finish what he was about to say. The confidence he had seemed to waiver and drain away when The Rattler asked him two simple questions that any academy cadet could answer without hesitation. 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.... .. ... / --- -. . / - .. -- . / .-.-.- / / .. - / ... / --. --- .. -. --. / - --- / ... .- ...- . / -.-- --- ..- .-. / .-.. .. ..-. . / ..--.. / / / . ...- . .-. -.-- / --..-- / / .. / .-. . .--. . .- - / --..-- / / . ...- . .-. -.-- / -- . -- -... . .-. / --- ..-. / ... .--. . -.-. - .-. . / .... .- ... / -... . . -. / .. -. / -.-- --- ..- .-. / ... .... --- . ... / .- - / --- -. . / - .. -- . / --- .-. / .- -. --- - .... . .-. / .-.-.- / / - .... .- - / ... / .-- .... -.-- / .-- . / .- .-. . / .... . .-. . / --..-- / / .- -. -.. / - .... .- - / ... / .-- .... -.-- / --..-- / / .-- .. - .... / . ...- . .-. -.-- / -.. .- -.-- / - .... .- - / .--. .- ... ... . ... / --..-- / / .- -. --- - .... . .-. / -... .-. --- - .... . .-. / -.-. --- -- . ... / - --- / ... .--. . -.-. - .-. . / .-.-.- / / / -- .- -.-- -... . / ... --- -- . -.. .- -.-- / .. - / .-.. .-.. / -... . / -.-- --- ..- / The Quickening Gallion looked as if he had been slapped in the face. The Rattler had just hammered the nail home. What he said was true as Gallion experience attest. Corsair Wing is the misfit of Galcom. The last place any officer wanted to be assigned if they wanted a career in Galcom. Which brought up an interesting fact to Gallion? A fact that he never considered or realized. His Combat Officer, Lt. Resprick ÔÇ£volunteeredÔÇØ, actually he pulled some strings to be assigned to Wraith Fleet, specifically, Corsair Wing. Buzzzzzzzzzzz Suddenly, without warning the table in front [t]The Rattler pitched down and up in front of Gallion. A microsecond later, Gallion felt the collar around his next tighten and constrict. GallionÔÇÖs eyes began to bulge out as his breathing became more difficult. He brought his hands up to the collar of his uniform in a futile attempt to alleviate the constricting pressure around his neck. Time slowed to almost a stand still as the oxygen-rich blood that supplied his brain was slowly cut-off. Voices were muffled and distorted. He heard the ear-reaching sound of crushing bone and cartilage and a thump on the floor at his feet. He saw The RattlerÔÇÖs look of shock and disbelief. He saw his attaches reaching for their sidearm, diving towards opposite sides of each other in slow motion. Gunny York had drawn his weapon and trained it on GallionÔÇÖs assailant. To his left, the marine had his weapon drawn and trained on The Rattler. GallionÔÇÖs assailant dragged him towards one of the corners of the room. Gallion did his best to keep his feet moving to lessen the increasingly constricting pressure around his neck. He began to feel something wet and sticky ooze down his chest; slow at first but steadily increasing. Gallion began to see deep shades of purple, blue, and red as his vision began to fade. More muffled voices he heard as the lights suddenly went out. Gallion began to review his life when all of a sudden the lights came back on. Gallion could dimly see Gunny York, looking for a clean shot to save his Commander. The brightly-lit room began to dim and fad away, voices once vividly heard began to muffle, not to be heard at all. When the constricting pressure around GallionÔÇÖs neck suddenly disappeared. Gallion fell forward, away from the corner of the room gasping for air and breath. Gunny York, with a sadistic grin, finally had the clean shot he was waiting for and began to squeeze his weaponÔÇÖs firing mechanism. Gallion managed to gulp in a mouthful of air into his lungs and say, ÔÇ£HOLD!ÔÇØ before landing face-first on the roomÔÇÖs floor; gasping for more life-giving air. He looked quite comical, like a fish out of water trying to breathe. Rattler: / .- -.- .. .-. .- / --..-- / / .-.. . - / - .... .- - / -- .- -. / --. --- / ..--.. / / / .. - / ... / .-. . .- .-.. .-.. -.-- / -- . / --..-- / / --- .-.. -.. / ..-. .-. .. . -. -.. / --..-- / / .- -. -.. / - .... .. ... / .. ... / ... .--. . -.-. - .-. . / .-.-.- / / -.-- --- ..- / .-. . / .... --- -- . / --..-- / / .. -. / / - .... . / -.. . -. / ..--.. / / / .- .-.. .-.. / .. ... / .-- . .-.. .-.. / --..-- / / ... --- / ... - --- .--. / - .... .. ... / -. --- -. ... . -. ... . / .-.-.- / / / / -- . -.. .. -.-. ... / - --- / - .... . / ... - .- ..-. ..-. / -... .-. .. . ..-. .. -. --. / .-. --- --- -- / --..-- / / --- -. / - .... . / -.. --- ..- -... .-.. . / ..--.. / / / / / / / -. --- .-- / --..-- / / -.-. --- -- -- .- -. -.. . .-. / --. .- .-.. .-.. .. --- -. / --..-- / / .- ... / ... --- --- -. / .- ... / -.-- --- ..- / .-. . --. .- .. -. / -.-- --- ..- .-. / -.-. --- -- .--. --- ... ..- .-. . / --..-- / / .-- .... .- - / -.-. .- -. / ... .--. . -.-. - .-. . / -.. --- / - --- / .- ... ... .. ... - / -.-- --- ..- / .-.-.- / / .-- . / ..-. . . .-.. / -.. ..- - -.-- / -... --- ..- -. -.. / - --- / .- ... ... .. ... - / -.-- --- ..- .-. / . -. -.. . .- ...- --- .-. ... / -. --- .-- / --..-- / / - --- / - .-. -.-- / - --- / -- .- -.- . / .- -- . -. -.. ... / ..-. --- .-. / .-- .... .- - / .... .- ... / .--- ..- ... - / .... .- .--. .--. . -. . -.. / .-.-.- / / .. ..-. / .. / -.-. .- -. / .--. .-. --- ...- .. -.. . / -.. .- - .- / --..-- / / - . .-.. .-.. / -- . / .... --- .-- / .- -. -.. / .. - / ... / -.-- --- ..- .-. ... / .-.-.- / / After several long seconds of gasping for air, Gallion managed to regain his composure and breathing. He propped himself up and got up to his knees. Rubbing and his neck and hacking his lungs out. Between hacking fits, Gallion surveyed the room closely for the first time. Gunny York and his sidekick marine took a protective posture around their Commander. They had been embarrassed once, they would not allow it to happen again. Gallion notice something that he had felt but not seen before the attack. An Insurgent soldier lay dead not far from where he had been standing before the attack. He looks towards the corner of the room and saw his attacker. His hands clenching his head and his mouth was wide open, as if to scream. Not far from the attacker's body lay the implement of destruction that almost killed Gallion. Two metal rings, strung together with what looked like piano wire. Gallion walked on his knees, his hacking fits started to subside, to the body of his attacker. Gallion checked for and found a weak pulse. He placed his hand on his attackerÔÇÖs forehead, lowered his head a bit, and closed his eyes. Buzzzzzzzzzz Gallion suddenly opened his eyes and snatched his head back up. Using the wall to steady himself, Gallion stood up, faced The Rattler and leaned against the wall. Gallion: .... . / .-- .. .-.. .-.. / -... . / ..-. .. -. . / --..-- / / .- / .-- . . -.- / --- .-. / ... --- / .. -. / ... .. -.-. -.- / -... .- -.-- / .- -. -.. / .... . / ... .... --- ..- .-.. -.. / -... . / .- ... / --. --- --- -.. / .- ... / -. . .-- / .-.-.- / / .--. .... -.-- ... .. -.-. .- .-.. .-.. -.-- / .-.-.- / / <cough> - .... . .-. . / .. ... / .- / -.. .- - .- .--. .- -.. / ... --- -- . .-- .... . .-. . / -. . .- .-. / - .... . / - .- -... .-.. . / .-- .. - .... / .. -. ..-. --- .-. -- .- - .. --- -. / .- -. -.. / - .... .-. . . / ..-. .. .-.. . ... / -.-- --- ..- / -- .- -.-- / ..-. .. -. -.. / ..- ... . ..-. ..- .-.. / .-.-.- / / / - .... . / .-. . .- ... --- -. / .. / .-. .. ... -.- . -.. / -.-. --- -- .. -. --. / .... . .-. . / .-- .- ... / - --- / ..-. .. -. -..<cough> --- ..- - / .. ..-. / -.-- --- ..- / -.- -. . .-- / --- ..-. / .- -. -.-- / --- ..- - / -....- / --- ..-. / -....- / - .... . / -....- / --- .-. -.. .. -. .- .-. -.-- / ... .... .. .--. / -- --- ...- . -- . -. - ... / .-- .. - .... .. -. / - .... . / .- .-. . .- / .. / --- ..- - .-.. .. -. . -.. / .-.-.- / / / - .... . .-. . / .. ... / -. --- - / -- ..- -.-. .... / --- ..-. / .- -. -.-- - .... .. -. --. / - .... .- - / .... .- .--. .--. . -. ... / .. -. / - .... .- - / .- .-. . .- / - .... .- - / -.-- --- ..- / --- .-. / - .... . / .. -. ... ..- .-. --. . -. -.-. -.-- / .. ... / -. --- - / .- .-- .- .-. . / --- ..-. / .-.-.- / / . <cough>.. / -- ..- ... - / --. --- / -. --- .-- / --..-- / / - .... . / ..-. . .-- . .-. / - .... .- - / -.- -. --- .-- / --- ..-. / -- -.-- / .--. .-. . ... . -. -.-. . / .- -. -.. / --- ..- .-. / -- . . - .. -. --. / .... . .-. . / - .... . / -... . - - . .-. / .-.-.- / / / .- -- / .. / - --- / .- ... ... ..- -- . / - .... .- - / -.-- --- ..- / .-- .. .-.. .-.. / .- .-.. .-.. --- .-- / -.-. --- .-. ... .- .. .-. / - --- / .-.. . .- ...- . / Gallion motioned to Gunny York and his sidekick marine. They nodded and each grabbed one of GallionÔÇÖs arms. Gallion looked at The Rattler and waivered. Finally, he bowed his head slightly and drooped his shoulders, as if unloading a five hundred pound monkey off his back. If it were not for the two marines, Gallion may have kissed the deck again. The RattlerÔÇÖs gaze never left Gallion. Rattler, drawing from history, and recognizing the significance of this meeting, Saluted Gallion. Not the average Salute, but one which would have been rendered between two medieval knights. The bent elbow held perfectly horizontal to the shoulder, with fingertips touching the eyebrow. Slowly Rattler rotated his hand at the wrist, exposing his palm to Gallion, signifying raising the visor to his helmet, then just as suddenly, snapping it back into traditional salute, again signifying the closing of the visor, and two Knights were ready to do battle if necessary. He hoped this gesture had not been lost on Gallion. Parting with "Friends", even newly found ones, was always painful for Rattler. With these times, One never knew if they would ever gaze upon one another again. With that, Rattler grinned broadly at Gallion. He then focused his attention to Gunny York, "Gunny, You better take good care of This Man! He's the best you could Ever Hope For, and by the way, next time we meet, I expect you to be First Sergeant York. That's an order!ÔÇØ Gallion nodded and saluted the Insurgent leader the same way. Why? Ancient tradition and protocol, when a parley is concluded, the parties exchanged salutes and returned to their battle lines. Also as a sign of respect. The RattlerÔÇÖs words rang true and hit close to home. Gunny York grinned and nodded towards The Rattler. No wonder the Insurgency is growing, Gallion thought. Gallion and the marines activated their transponder beacons and shortly they were transported to where they belonged, back on the Graf Spee. The marines assisted Gallion to through the ship, to the bridge, and to his command chair. Upon reaching his command chair he activated and transmitted one message to Spectre. Gallion: / - .... . .-. . / .. ... / .- -. --- - .... . .-. / - .... .. -. --. / - .... .- - / .. / -. . . -.. / ..-. --- .-. / -.-- --- ..- / - --- / -.. --- / ..-. --- .-. / -- . / -. --- .-- / .. -. ... ..- .-. --. . -. - / --- -. . / .-.-.- / / / .. Gallion did not wait for a reply from Spectre, he terminated the tight-beam comms channel. He opened the Wings tacnet channel and gave the RTB order to the Wing. Slowly, Corsair began to turn towards the Antis/Khan jump point. Finally, the CorsairÔÇÖs were going home. The constant tempo of three weeks of continuos operations began to catch up to the brassy Corsair leader. Gallion slumped in his command chair a little, breathing a sigh of relief. Relief to the effect that for this one time, he did not have to watch his back as one-by-one Corsair left the heart of the Insurgency. Just before the Graf Spee reached the jump point, Gallion tapped out once more on the strange device attached to the armrest of his command chair.. quote:- --- / .- -. ... .-- . .-. / -.-- --- ..- .-. / --.- ..- . ... - .. --- -. / --..-- / / / -.-- --- ..- .-. / --- ..-. ..-. . .-. / .. ... / .- .--. .--. . .- .-.. .. -. --. / .- -. -.. / .. / - ..- .-. -. / -.. --- .-- -. / .-- .. - .... / --. .-. . .- - / -.. .. ... .--. .- .. .-. / --..-- / / -- -.-- / - .. -- . / .... .- ... / -. .- ..- --. .... - / -.-. --- -- . - .... / .-.-.- / / / .. ..-. / - .. -- . ... / .-- . .-. . / -.. .. ..-. ..-. . .-. . -. - / --..-- / / .. / .-- .. .-.. .-.. / .-.. --- --- -.- / ..-. --- .-. .-- .- .-. -.. / - --- / .-- .... . -. / --- ..- .-. / .--. .- - .... ... / ... .... --- ..- .-.. -.. / -.-. .-. --- ... ... / --..-- / / -... ..- - / .- .-.. .- ... / / - .. ... / -. .- ..- --. .... - / .-.-.- / / / - .... --- ..- / .- .-. - / .--. .- .-. - .. -. --. / .. ... / .-- .. - .... / ... .-- . . - / ... --- .-. .-. --- .-- / --..-- / / .. / -- ..- ... - / -... .. -.. / -.-- --- ..- / ... .-- . . - / .- -.. --- / .-.-.- / / / .. ..-. / --- ..- .-. / .--. .- - .... ... / .- .-. . / -.. . ... - .. -. . -.. / - --- / -.-. .-. --- ... ... / --..-- / / .. / .... --- .--. . / - .... .- - / .. / -.-. .- -. / -.. --- / .- ... / -.-- --- ..- / .... .- -.. / - --- / .-.-.- / / / .. ..-. / .- -. -.-- - .... .. -. --. / .. ... / ..-. --- ..- -. -.. / ..- ... . / - .... . / .--. .- -.. / - --- / ... . -. -.. / .-.-.- / / / --. .- .-.. .-.. .. --- -. / --..-- / / --. .-. .- ..-. / ... .--. . . Gallion saw and heard the incoming message. quote:...- . .-. -.-- / .-- . .-.. .-.. / --..-- / / -.-. --- -- -- .- -. -.. . .-. / ..--.. / / -.-- --- ..- / -.- -. --- .-- / .-- .... . .-. . / ... .--. . -.-. - .-. . / .-.. .. ...- . ... / .-.-.- / / -.. --- -. / - / ..-. --- .-. --. . - / -.-- --- ..- .-. / .-- .- -.-- / -... .- -.-. -.- / .-.-.- / / -.. --- --- .-. / .-- .. .-.. .-.. / .- .-.. .-- .- -.-- ... / -... . / --- .--. . -. / ..-. --- .-. / -.-- --- ..- / --..-- / / -... ..- - / -.-. --- -- . / .- .-.. --- -. . / -. . -..- - / - .. -- . / --..-- / / --- .-. / -... .-. .. -. --. / -.. . ... -.-- .-.. ...- .- / .- ... / .- / .--. .- ... ... . -. --. . .-. / .-.-.- / / -. --- - / --- ..-. - . -. / .-- . / --. . - / - .... .. ... / -- ..- -.-. .... / . -..- -.-. .. - . -- . -. - / .... . .-. . / --..-- / / ... --- / -.-. --- -- . / .- --. .- .. -. / --..-- / / ... --- -. / ..--.. / / / - . .-.. .-.. / - .... .- - / ..-. .-.. . . - / -.-. --- -- -- .- -. -.. . .-. / --- ..-. / -.-- --- ..- .-. ... / - .... .- - / .... . / ... / .-- . .- -.- / --..-- / / .- -. -.. / -.-. .-.. --- ... . -.. / -- .. -. -.. . -.. / .-.-.- / / .... . / ... .... --- ..- .-.. -.. / -. --- - / . ...- . -. / - .... .. -. -.- / --- ..-. / --. .. ...- .. -. --. / -.-- --- ..- .-. / ... .... .. .--. / - --- / .... .. ... / -.-. --- -- -- ..- -. .. -.-. .- - .. --- -. ... / --- ..-. ..-. .. -.-. . .-. / --..-- / / -... ..- - / ... .... --- ..- .-.. -.. / - .... .. ... / .... .- .--. .--. . -. / --..-- / / - .... . .-. . / ... / .- -. --- - .... . .-. / ... .... .. .--. / -... . .. -. --. / -... ..- .. .-.. - / --..-- / / .--- ..- ... - / .-.. .. -.- . / - .... . / -... ..- -.-. -.- / - .... .- - / ... .--. .. .-. .. - . -.. / .--. .- ... - / -.-- --- ..- / . .- .-. .-.. .. . .-. / --..-- / / - .... .- - / .... .- ... / -.-- --- ..- .-. / -. .- -- . / --- -. / .... . .-. / .-.-.- / / -. --- .-- / --..-- / / -... . --. --- -. . / --..-- / / -.-. --- .-. ... .- .. .-. / --..-- / / / / / ..-. .- .. .-. / .-- .. -. -.. ... / .- -. -.. / ..-. --- .-.. .-.. --- .-- .. -. --. / ... . .- ... / ..--.. / / / / .-. .- - - .-.. . .-. / .-.-.- / / .-.-.- / / .-.-.- / / .-.-.- / / .-.-.- / / .-.-.- / / .-.-.- / / .-.-.- / / .-.-.- / / .-.-.- / --- ..- - / ..--.. / Just as the message ended the last of the Corsairs, the GCV Graf Spee left Antis. On their long journey home. Gallion collapsed in his command chair, blood seeping from the wound he suffered on his neck by the unknown Insurgent attacker. Gunny York and the marine eased the wounded Gallion from the Graf SpeeÔÇÖs command chair down to the deck directly below. Medics, ever alert and ready arrive on the bridge shortly there after, stabilized Gallion, and moved him to the MediBay. Gallion dreamed as he never dreamed before. The combination of exhaustion, bloodloss, and medication put Gallion on cloud nine. He felt no pain, he felt as if he could fly. Flying like the birds of his youth on Earth. Flying like a crow..... The Time Sixty-One Minutes Past Midnight, The Witching Hour Plus One, time for the Wraiths to flee <rp/> This is the last of the coded posts that I will submit. This was a long one. RattlerÔÇÖs dialog is 99.9% his. My thanks go to the Insurgency on this post, notably Insurgent One, Akira [for not completely tightened the noose ] and Chavik. My part of this thread is not over, I have at least one more post. I hope nothing was lost in the translation, literally I almost forgot. Welcome aboard Commander Echo ------------------ Cmdr Gallion GCV-Graf Spee, Corsair Wing Wraith Fleet [This message has been edited by Gallion (edited 02-20-99).]
  5. Sidebar --- That is how I interpreted DeSylva's post Akira ... with a little help from a friend that is [This message has been edited by Gallion (edited 02-19-99).]
  6. <rp> The Grovel Comms: ÔÇ£Incoming message Commander from Spectre!ÔÇØ Gallion: ÔÇ£Route it to me in the transporter room Lt.ÔÇØ Comms: ÔÇ£Aye Sir.... Message sent.ÔÇØ Gallion read the message just received from the Insurgent Starstation Spectre. After erasing the message, he motioned to his attaches to move closer. So much for proving my case, Gallion thought as he removed his Galcom pin and stuck it into his datapad. Gallion: ÔÇ£Chief, deactivate the WingÔÇÖs the IFF codes and revert back to Galcom IFF. Do not reactivate them until either I return or the allotted time has expired.ÔÇØ Chief Engineer: ÔÇ£Aye Sir! Action without risk is akin to no action at all. Risk is what a Commander must take. Gallion wondered if the benefits would be worth the risk he is taking. I hope that there arenÔÇÖt anymore stray bucks out there, Gallion thought ... bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz The Time Fourteen Passed Midnight, well into the Witching Hour <rp/> .... . / .-- .. - .... --- ..- - / ... .. -. / ... .... .- .-.. .-.. / -.-. .- ... - . / - .... . / ..-. .. .-. ... - / ... - --- -. . ..-. --- ..- -. -.. / .- / ..-. . .- - .... . .-. / --- -. / - .... . / ..-. .-.. --- --- .-. / --. .-. .. -. / ..-. --- .-.. .-.. --- .-- / .- .-.. --- -. --. / .. ... ... / -.-. --- --- .-. -.. .. -. .- - --- .-. / .- -. -.. / ... . . / .-- .... .- - / -- .- -.-- / -... . / - ..- .-. -. . -.. / --- .-. / ..- -. - ..- .-. -. -. --- .-- / .- -.- .. .-. .- ------------------ Cmdr Gallion GCV-Graf Spee, Corsair Wing Wraith Fleet [This message has been edited by Gallion (edited 02-19-99).]
  7. <rp> The Promotion Comms: ÔÇ£Incoming mes...ÔÇØ Gallion: ÔÇ£I see it Lt. Follow the Insurgent beacon ship and notify the Wing.ÔÇØ Gallion tapped out his reply. quote:.- -.-. -.- -. --- .-- .-.. . -.. --. . -.. / --..-- / / ..-. --- .-.. .-.. --- .-- .. -. --. / -... . .- -.-. --- -. / / -... .-. . .- -.- / / - .... . / .--. .- .-- -. / .. ... / --- -. / -.- .. -. --. / / / .- .-- .- .. - .. -. --. / .--. .-. --- -- --- - .. --- -. / / -... .-. . .- -.- / / .-- .. .-.. .-.. / .. - / .- / -.- -. .. --. .... - / -... .. ... .... --- .--. / --.- ..- . . -. / --- .-. / .-. --- --- -.- / -... .-. . .- -.- / .... .- ...- . / .. -. ..-. --- .-. -- .- - .. --- -. / .- -. -.. / -. . . -.. / - --- / -.-. --- -. ..-. . .-. / -... .-. . .- -.- / .- / -... . .- -- / - --- / -.-- --- ..- .-. / .--. .-.. .- -.-. . / .. ... / .--. .-. . ..-. . .-. .- -... .-.. . / .. / .- -- / ... ..- .-. . / -... .-. . .- -.- / / -- -.-- ... . .-.. ..-. / .- -. -.. / ... --- ..- -. -.. -... --- ..- -.-- / - .-- --- / .. ... / .- .-.. .-.. / .. / -. . . -.. / / -... .-. . .- -.- / / .- .-- .- .. - / .-. . .--. .-.. -.-- / .-- .. - .... / -... .- .. - . -.. / -... .-. . .- - .... / -... .-. . .- -.- / - .... .. ... / ... .--. .- -.-. . / .... .- ... / . -.-- . ... / .- ... / -.-- --- ..- .-. / -... ..- -.-. -.- / -.. --- / .- - - . ... - / / -... .-. . .- -.- / / ..- -. - .. .-.. / - .... . / . -. -.. / --- ..-. / - .... . / .-- .. - -.-. .... .. -. --. / .... --- ..- .-. / .--. .-.. ..- ... / --- -. . / .. / - .... .. -. -.- / -... .-. . .- -.- / -... . ..-. --- .-. . / .--. .- -. .. -.-. / ... - .-. .. -.- . ... / .- -. -.. / - .... . / .-- .-. .- .. - .... / -.. --- / ... . . -.- Gallion: ÔÇ£Lt. Cmdr Gweedo is in command until I return. GSgt York, you plus one meet me in the transporter room in one minute, sidearm and transponder only. If no word from me by 0200, launch probe ÔÇô SOS mode and return to Wraith-HQ. Comms, notify the Prinze Eugen Commander and tell him he is the Corsair now until my return. Any questions?ÔÇØ Gallion surveyed his bridge crew. Combat Officer Lt. Resprick was about to say something but his question stifled in his throat when GallionÔÇÖs gaze met his own. Gallion made for the transporter room. His thoughts were traveling a mile a minute. Rationalizing the situation did not help either. The buzzing in the back of his head increased but not as before. Normally this would warn Gallion of imminent danger; this time the buzzing produced a soothing sensation. Gallion did not know what this meant. His immediate concern was to get information and resume the mystery tour. GSgt York and another marine were at the transporter room when Gallion arrived. Each stood on a transporter pad and waited. Waiting for the key to get into the Den. The Time Twelve Past Midnight, The Witching hour plus Twelve <rp/> -. --- - / -.-- . - / .- -.- .. .-. .- -... .. .-. -.. / .- .-. .. ... . / ..-. .-. --- -- / -.-- --- ..- .-. / .- ... .... . ... -.-- --- ..- .-. / -- --- ...- . / -.. . -. / -.- . . .--. . .-. ------------------ Cmdr Gallion GCV-Graf Spee, Corsair Wing Wraith Fleet [This message has been edited by Gallion (edited 02-18-99).]
  8. <rp> En Passant Gallion was waiting, waiting for what he did not really know. He only knew that his gambit was the logical thing to do given the circumstances. Gallion put the time to good use and found a connection that just may save his arse. Hopefully, he will not have to play his trump card. Gallion grinned a sig... TacOps: ÔÇ£Commander, one Insurgent ship is moving away, point 21, minus 49 by point 79, off the aft Sir!ÔÇØ Gallion looked into his CVD and targeted the craft; Battlecruiser Mk2, one of their new ones, Gallion thought. Nothing special about this ship movement, he activated his target camera to get a better view. Speed dropped rapidly to zero, indicating the beginning of a jump. A jump anomaly formed at the front of the Insurgent Battlecruiser. Everything looked normal until the Insurgent vessel disappeared from the CVD display and TacOps scanners. Not a normal jump after all. Gallion: ÔÇ£Any trace of that ship?ÔÇØ TacOps: ÔÇ£Negative sir! The Insurgent vessel must have cloaked.ÔÇØ Damn, thought Gallion, but then again I canÔÇÖt blame them either. The Corsair Wing leader had to fight his natural instinct and the buzz in the back of his head. A buzz that saved him and the Wing on more than one occasion. Discretion is the better part of valor sometimes, Gallion thought. Gallion: ÔÇ£TACNET Open; Activate PTA, 10% target MISSILES only until further notice, Gallion OUT!ÔÇØ At least we will not be sitting ducks, Gallion thought as he surveyed the battlefield. Odds were not with Corsair this time, not even as a long shot. Gallion began tapping on his command chair again. .--. .- .-- -. / - --- / -.- / / . -. / .--. .- ... ... .- -. - / .-- --- ..- .-.. -.. / -... . / .- / --. --- --- -.. / -- --- ...- . .- -. -.. / .--. ..- - / -- . / -... .- -.-. -.- / .. -. / -.-. .... . -.-. -.- .. / ... . . / -- .- - . / .. -. / - .-- --- / -- --- ...- . ... .-- .... .- - / -.. --- / -.-- --- ..- / ... . . Corsair WingÔÇÖs IFF filckered in time with GallionÔÇÖs tapping. His Comms officerÔÇÖs face looked like a supenova when she finally figured out what her commander was doing. She smiled and looked at Gallion, a look that beamed with confidence. The Time Ten Past Midnight, Fifty minutes remain in the Witching hour. <rp/> - .... . / .- .-. .. --.. --- -. .- / -.-. .- .--. .. - .- .-.. / .. ... / ..- .--. ------------------ Cmdr Gallion GCV-Graf Spee, Corsair Wing Wraith Fleet [This message has been edited by Gallion (edited 02-17-99).]
  9. <rp> The Play Comms: ÔÇ£Incoming message Sir;ÔÇØ quote: You've got 15 minutes to respond correctly Graf Spee! After that, I send you to Hell for invasion of Insurgency Space. Check, Your Move! And he plays Chess too ... hmmm, that was not in the file; Gallion mused and wondered. Gallion: ÔÇØComms, Open and maintain tight-beam channel with Spectre!ÔÇØ Comms: ÔÇ£Channel opened Sir!ÔÇØ Gallion: ÔÇ£Route ALL transmissions to my station from and to Spectre.ÔÇØ Comms: ÔÇ£Aye sir,ÔÇØ the Comms officer replied to Commander Gallion. At the same time, she was wondering if she should call for help. Corsair Wing was completely surrounded by the Insurgents Gallion looked at the uncertainty that was reflected in the face his Comms Officer. He then scanned the rest of the bridge and saw the same look. Each crewmember wondered if Commander had lost his mind. Gallion had seen that look before, the look of mutiny, despair, and lack of confidence in their commander. Gallion got out of his command chair and moved to the center of the bridge. Gallion: ÔÇ£TACNET Open: Ok, you may be wondering what the devil are we doing here in Insurgent space, surrounded by Insurgents, and may be blown away by Insurgents. A ship intercepted the TDF IFF Code modules that were transmitted to Wraith HQ. That ship slipped a mickey on the IFF codes. That mickey caused the loss of three Corsair Wing ships and crews. We still havenÔÇÖt repaired the damaged that it caused. I intend to find that ship or the person, people, or organization that were responsible for the mickey and send them beyond the void. I need each and every one of you to bear with me. I know that it does not look good for us but we are Corsair's and CorsairÔÇÖs never lose. Gallion OUT!, TACNET CLOSED!ÔÇØ With that Gallion returned to his command chair and typed in a reply to the RattlerÔÇÖs challenge; quote:Ay, it stands so that I may hardly tarry so long. But I would be loath to fall into my dreams again: I will therefore tarry in despite of the flesh and the blood. At the same time Gallion tapped vehemonantly on that strange device on the chairÔÇÖs armrest which caused the Wings IFF codes to flicker: The Opening .. / -.-. --- -- . / .. -. / .--. . .- -.-. . / / / -.-. .- .-. . / ..-. --- .-. / .- / --. .- -- . / --- ..-. / -.-. .... . ... ... Pawn to King four, check is blocked but mate is still possible. Gallion hoped that it would not be his King that is crowned. It is Four Past Midnight. Gallion thinks that he has just touched the warrior inside. If he hasn't then the warriors outside will let him know... <rp/> ------------------ Cmdr Gallion GCV-Graf Spee, Corsair Wing Wraith Fleet [This message has been edited by Gallion (edited 02-17-99).]
  10. This thread is a continuation of the Finding Akira thread to a certain degree. Any and all are welcome to post, either within the "plot" (if there even is one) or with their own adventure. Timeline is a couple of days after the Return of the Nevermore to Spectre SS..... Parts of this thread are coded. Two scripts located at this website inter.scoutnet.org/morse/ will translate code to text and text to code. Only copy/paste 2-3 lines at a time, the scripts can only handle so much. <rp> The Prose Gallion did not have to wait long for the InsurgentÔÇÖs reply to his little ploy. Ship, after ship launched from The RattlerÔÇÖs Den. Gallion had figured out how to Insurgent OneÔÇÖs attention. Hopefully without having to fight his way out of system. Gallion: ÔÇ£TACNET Open! Gallion to Wing, lower shield strength by 50%, Gallion OUT!ÔÇØ Gallion hoped that the Insurgent Commanders would recognize this gesture. An ancient gesture warships of old use to signify ÔÇ£parleyÔÇØ verses war. Just to make sure, Gallion did what he did not want to do ... Gallion: ÔÇ£Comms, Open tight beam channel to Spectre!ÔÇØ Comms: ÔÇ£Channel open Sir! Gallion: quote: What, would you make me mad? Am not I Christopher Sly, old Sly's son of Burtonheath, by birth a pedlar, by education a cardmaker, by transmutation a bear-herd, and now by present profession a tinker? Ask Marian Hacket, the fat ale-wife of Wincot, if she know me not: if she say I am not fourteen pence on the score for sheer ale, , score me up for the lyingest knave in Christendom What! I am not bestraught: here'sÔÇö Gallion: ÔÇ£Comms, close channel and route any response from Spectre directly to me.ÔÇØ Comms: ÔÇ£Aye Sir, communications traffic between the Insurgent vessels and Spectre has increased Sir.ÔÇØ Gallion was tense and uncertain. His Shrewness just might be his undoing this time. Commander Tac again repeated his order to RTB, to the safety and comfort of home. A home that he no longer felt comfortable at or within. Gallion ignored this latest attempt to interrupt his mission by the Wraith Fleet Commander. Communications systems were unreliable anyway and he was not sure if the message was clear enough. Bah, Tac is a pompus twit and an arse anyway, Gallion thought to himself, I'll deal with him soon enough. The Witching Hour: With that thought Gallion turned his attention to the immediate threat. The thirty Insurgent spacecraft that completely encircled Corsair Wing. A circle of death if Gallion's plan did not work .... The circle kept growing, more ships were being launched from both the Rattler's Den and from the planet's surface. Gallion was beginning to have a bad feeling about this. <rp/> ------------------ Cmdr Gallion GCV-Graf Spee, Corsair Wing Wraith Fleet [This message has been edited by Gallion (edited 02-20-99).]
  11. <rp> The Place: Khan/Arenis: One jump away from Spectre-HQ, aka RattlerÔÇÖs Den, the InsurgentÔÇÖs main base and star station, a logical place for the one known as Insurgent One to call his home. The Time: Four minutes to Midnight, the witching hour. The time of ghouls, goblins, and wraiths to come out and terrorize the living in ancient Terran legends. The Dilemma: Gallion had to make a choice, once made there would be no turning back. He could hang for what he was about to do, but Gallion had to go through with it. He needed information. Information that would end his mystery tour and search for the ship responsible for crippling his wing. The ship that corrupted the TDF IFF codes. To obtain this information Commander Gallion would have to contact the most wanted and maybe dangerous Terran in the known Galaxy. Code named Insurgent One and known as Rattler before he was run out of Galcom by Custom Agents. For seven Galcom ships to enter Insurgent space was nothing new. Galcom regularly conducts ÔÇ£police actionsÔÇØ against the Terran rebels wherever they could be found. The Delimma facing Commander Gallion and Corsair Wing was how to knock at the RattlerÔÇÖs Den without having to break down the door and fight their way out. Gallion put down the datapad that his Research Engineer brought him just moments ago. A Shakespearean and a Warrior, mused the Corsair Wing leader, what could he do with that. There had to be something he could use to signify that he wanted to parley, not fight. Comms: ÔÇ£Commander, incoming message from Usagi.ÔÇØ Gallion: ÔÇ£Route it to my terminal. Route any and all transmissions from Usagi and Wraith-HQ to my terminal from now on.ÔÇØ Comms: ÔÇ£Aye Sir! Message transfer complete.ÔÇØ Gallion looked at the incoming message from the GCV-Usagi, Flagship of Wraith Fleet, and commanded by Commander Tac, Wraith Fleet Leader. ÔÇ£RTBÔÇØ Return to Base, beautiful words if Gallion were not so ... so set in his ways. Ways that almost got him court-martialed many times. He had things to do and a mystery tour to complete. Bah, Gallion said to himself, Tac can wait. He has more than enough to occupy himself. Gallion: ÔÇ£TACNET Open! Engage Navigation plot to Antis Now! Gallion OUT!ÔÇØ Visible spectrum and normal scanners could not see Corsair Wing movement. Fourteen hyperspace jump-anomalies gave way that fact that Corsair Wing movement began. Soon those too were gone. One-by-one, Corsair Wing left the Arenis star system and entered Trennis star system. Gallion: ÔÇ£TACNET Open! Target Spectre star station and engage hyperdrive on my Mark! Gallion OUT!ÔÇØ Gallion check the Graf SpeeÔÇÖs systems display located on his HUD display. Hyperdrive 56% ... 61% ... 72% Gonna have to Research and Chief Engineers look into that one day, Gallion thought, there has to be a way to get the Hyperdrive engines to recharge faster. 92% ... 96% ... 99% ... 100% Gallion: TACNET Open: Mark! Engage TDF IFF code modules now; Gallion OUT! Chief, Comms, get ready to initiate slave control on WingÔÇÖs TDF IFF codes when hyperjump is complete.ÔÇØ Gallion did not wait for a response. He knew that his orders would be carried out. The Graf Spee had an excellent crew. With the exception of one bad apple, his Combat Officer Lt. Resprick. The Dance: Corsair Wing completed the short hyper-jump from the jump point to within 75 kilometers of Spectre star station and came to a halt. Gallion studied his TacOps display and saw nothing out of the ordinary. Several Mandorian Jenstar traders were on approach to the star station and four P21 Vandal heavy fighters were patrolling the system. Normal space traffic for any star station in the galaxy. Gallion: ÔÇ£TACNET Open! Activate TDF IFF code module and slave controls, PTA systems OFF, and weapons on stand-by ÔÇô fire on my command only, deactivate cloaking devices. OUT!ÔÇØ As one the seven Galcom vessels of Corsair Wing, two Galactan Battlecruisers and five Solnar Heavycruisers, faded into visual and scanner detection. Gallion began to tap feverishly on an unknown device located on the armrest of his command chair. Each tap caused the entire WingÔÇÖs IFF codes to fluctuate. From a ship monitoring they would see seven ships IFF going on and off. TDF . TDF . TDF . T D F - T D F - T D F - TDF . TDF . TDF . Gallion repeated this several times and waited. Leaving the TDF IFF codes on. After waiting serveal seconds he repeated his actions and waited again. TDF . TDF . TDF . T D F - T D F - T D F - TDF . TDF . TDF . He looked at the bridge chronometer, it was Midnight, the witching hour. Gallion had no idea what would happen. Or even if his little ruse would work. He could not risk opening a channel with the star station. The void of space was full of ears. Ears that would love to hear what he had to say. What Gallion had to say to the Rattler was something that could not be overheard by anyone or anything. <rp/> I think this thread is complete now, great job to everyone and thanks for letting me play. This tale has only begun And Tac, was it five or was it six....in all the excitement I lost count....so you have to ask yourself, ÔÇ£do you feel lucky?ÔÇØ ------------------ Cmdr Gallion GCV-Graf Spee, Corsair Wing Wraith Fleet [This message has been edited by Gallion (edited 02-16-99).]
  12. <rp> The Place: Cyron Star System The Time: Time for the Commander Gallion, Corsair Wing leader to make a decision. A decision that may very well rock the foundation of Galcom, or the termination of his already shaky-at-best Galcom career. The Events After the unforeseen and embarrassing encounter with ISS Fleet Commander Tringad and the GVC Midway in Gammulan system LV-110, Gallion has a dilemma. Do I follow orders or do I continue on a mystery tour. A mystery tour that could lead to who knows what or where. Gammulan forces in LV-110 interrupted the unforeseen encounter with Commander Tringad. Corsair Wing bought Commander Tringad precious time to make his escape. To which Tringad put to good use and withdrew from the battle. Where the Midway went Gallion did not care, as long as it was far away from him. The battle itself was somewhat normal. Gammulans attacked the Galcom invaders and the Corsair invaders defended themselves. They defended themselves so well that there was no Gammulan opposition from LV-110 to their present location in the Cyron system; Fifteen kilometers from the Cyrian/Cyron jump point. Gallion was unsure of the exact Gammulan losses, he only knew that he was short one more Solnar class heavycruiser and that there were only three red blips and six SOS blips on the TACSCAN when the Wing departed LV-110. Not a bad kill to loss ratio but the loss to Gallion were forces that he could ill-afford to lose. During the trip from LV-110 to Corsair WingÔÇÖs present location, Gallion studied the data recovered from the MidwayÔÇÖs databanks and the one file that could land him in GalcomÔÇÖs brig; the highly classified dossier on Insurgent One. Gallion learned of and at the same time was somewhat bewildered by the heroic accomplishments of the combined Insurgent and Terran defense of Sol against the Gammulan invaders. The alliance ended when the Raven group nuked Neptune and fled to parts unknown. Why the Insurgents would nuke a fellow Terran system did not concern Gallion. The Commlink/Logs between ISS Fleet Leader Commander DeSylva and Insurgent One is what really caught is attention. Obsessed would be a better word for it. Gallion searched for a ÔÇØconnectionÔÇØ between the two. A connection that Gallion failed to find with the data that he had from Tringad and the Midway. Well, there is only one way to find out, Gallion thought, I hope that I do not hang for this. Gallion: TACNET Open; Gallion to Wing engage cloaking device and set course for this system, acknowledge when course is plotted and prepare to engage on my Mark! Gallion OUT! Gallion pressed the Fleet commanderÔÇÖs button and set a course for Corsair Wing. One-by-one, elements of Corsair Wing confirmed ÔÇ£Course plotted in Navigation...ÔÇØ As usual, the Prinze Eugen was last with their Nav plot confirmation report. Gallion made a mental note of that. He would get that commander relieved for gross incompetence when this ÔÇ£mystery tourÔÇØ is complete. Gallion: "TACNET Open; MARK!" Corsair Wing faded from the visible spectrum as the cloaking fields strengthened around each Corsair Wing ship. ETA to destination was twenty-five minutes. Enough time for the infamous Corsair leader to change his mind. GallionÔÇÖs innards were in a turmoil contemplating all the possibilities and outcomes. As long as Murphy is in the Galley, Gallion thought, then all would be well. Gallion: ÔÇ£Lab, find any and all references in Mother for Shakespeare, you have fifteen minutes, OUT!ÔÇØ Gallion reclined in his command chair on the bridge. If he played his cards right this just may work out.....but then again... Gallion: ÔÇ£Chief; Comms, record; be prepared to engage TDF IFF Code on my Mark. Comms relay that to the Wing.ÔÇØ A Shakespearian and a Warrior......hmmmm......Gallion contemplated the ramifications and prepared for the worst. The Destination: The last place seven Galcom vessels wanted to be or would be expected; the Den. <rp/> ------------------ Cmdr Gallion GCV-Graf Spee, Corsair Wing Wraith Fleet [This message has been edited by Gallion (edited 02-14-99).]
  13. This is an oxymoron. Anytime you try to combine Combat with Intelligence (artificial or otherwise) the only thing that will be setup is Murphy and his laws. As far as upgrading system for BC3020AD....I've done it twice already because "the game" wouldn't run on what I had. This PII-233 is getting slow anyway ------------------ Cmdr Gallion GCV-Graf Spee, Corsair Wing Wraith Fleet
  14. They will, it is called wire cutters. Snip, snip... quote:"Commander, your time is up, you die now! Just thought I would throw that in ------------------ Cmdr Gallion GCV-Graf Spee, Corsair Wing Wraith Fleet
  15. The BC design is fine the way it is. The only recommendation I would make is to allow PTA elevation increase to full 90 degree (aka straight up from BC) and add one more PTA turrent (two dorsal and two ventral). Battlecruiser of WW1 & II were mini-battleships. Bigger gunned than a Heavycruiser but not as armored as a Battleship (super-battleships are not included). I use the German WWII Pocket Battleship reference for the BC now; good gun(s), armor and shields, fast, and can sustain looong deployments. Upgrade armor and shields and I think that the BC is a Battleship. Just my 2bits I just love seeing the rebels bickering amongst themselves, so Terran ------------------ Cmdr Gallion GCV-Graf Spee, Corsair Wing Wraith Fleet [This message has been edited by Gallion (edited 02-13-99).]
  16. Use your printer and kill some trees or place an order through TRADCOM if you want a hardcopy manual. I enjoy killing trees, keeps the inkjet heads clean on my printer.
  17. I agree and believe that this is planned. Start out with the lowest class ship and work your way up the ladder. Example: Begin game as TER/MIL player starts with a Sunwarrior Heavycruiser with "basic" load (v2.0x manual used for reference).
  18. He, He, He....actually I call my CO Resprick...wish I could relieve, court-martial, etc.. that insubordinate <censored explitive>. Unfortunatly I will need him in some ACM situations. The Horror.... [This message has been edited by Gallion (edited 02-12-99).]
  19. I'm not privy to the inside details but think of it this way [using v2.04 as reference]: Currently you have three choices; Galcom ACM, Free Flight - Scientist, and Free Flight - Insurgent. All start from Galcom HQ. The way I vision choice of race/castes is that I would start a game from the main SS of what race I choose to be. Galcom HQ - Terran, Gammula - Gammulan, Rattlers Den - Terran Insurgent, etc.. As far as castes goes, instead of being TER/MIL, GAM/MIL, INS/MIL, or TER/SCI I would have a choice from other castes; i.g. Merchant, Police, Raider, etc. Goals would be what ever I wanted them to be single or M/P..no script, no responsibility to anything but my survival and material acquisition. I do not know how M/P sessions go but if a player can only enter/exit a session from a SS or SB then the rest of the dynamic universe will continue whilst I sleep. As I will soon do now ------------------ Cmdr Gallion GCV-Graf Spee, Corsair Wing Wraith Fleet [This message has been edited by Gallion (edited 02-12-99).]
  20. A good idea but a full version of GBS will be part of BC3020AD. Pratice now and scipt your own ACM. SC has stated that he will not include ACM missions with BC3020AD release. With multi-play, choice of race and castes who needs any "canned" ACM missions? [This message has been edited by Gallion (edited 02-11-99).]
  21. Training mission is Freeflight in current version. Since there will be no ACM in BC3020AD, Freeflight in single-player mode will be your "training mission(s)" for multi-player mode. Key for any successful commander is knowing his/her Battlecruiser and its capabilites and weaknesses. In multi-play, a green commander that enters a session not knowing what to do is asking for trouble. Especially if an Insurgent happens to be on the prowl ------------------ Cmdr Gallion GCV-Graf Spee, Corsair Wing Wraith Fleet [This message has been edited by Gallion (edited 02-10-99).]
  22. My wish list for BC3020AD encompasses many areas. Some of you may see your own ideas in my list. There are many good wish list ideas out there. I am not trying to steal or take credit for them just trying to get them all in one shot. Some areas of my wish list are feasible, while other areas may not be. I have tried to limit my list to features that BC3020AD could implement. Some may be planned, some may not be. Will any of this be included? I do not know, I will be lucky if anybody actually reads my list. So here goes... NOTE: I am using BC3K v2.04preview for reference although BC3020AD will be entire new game. PRIMARY WISH --- Delay release of BC3020AD until 99.9999% of game works. Keep patches to minimum, one maybe two max. I as a gamer I would be disappointed if game release is delayed but IÔÇÖd rather wait an extra 6 months than go through an early release replay. "Release game incomplete and then patch" seems to be the norm these days in computer gaming industry. Music Score Movie trailer is great; I am partial to keeping v1.0 intro Music Score. Why? The beat, tunes, and lyrics are KA and set the ÔÇ£toneÔÇØ for the game after first installing it. Besides, makes me remember where the ÔÇ£gameÔÇØ use to be as compared to now (there is no comparison). GAMEPLAY -- Gameplay is essential for any computer game. This ranges from user interface to actual game mechanics. I will focus only on user interface. Add DELETE SAVEGAME slot option on player profile. Add interface that will increase item quantity BUY/SELL in TRADCOM menu areas Example: <Ctrl>+Left Mouse button increase quantity of Item BUY/SELL by say...100. Keep this up and Quantity keeps increasing by 100 vs. one. Research (really wishing here) -- With limited Artifacts in the BC3020AD universe(s), there is no ÔÇ£realÔÇØ need for a Research Engineer. The RE would be a waste of both Life Support and Nutripak resources. Enable the BC RE to research various system enhancements, improvements, and new equipment on all BC3020AD craft; BC, ICs, and SHs. -- Examples: 1 - Put Research Engineer and Chief Engineer to work on researching Trellis Nuclear Power Reactor Efficiency. End result would be Trellis NR with say 5-10 percent increase in Power Output but consume a lot of Radine. Continuing this research would make Trellis NR-E(nhanced) more fuel-efficient. Player would have to ÔÇ£findÔÇØ, construct, or obtain ÔÇ£specialÔÇØ components to make this enhancement on the Trellis NR. Research would identify the components needed for enhancement. Research is an experiment and should not be without risk. Someone could adjust the wrong gizmo and ÔÇ£poofÔÇØ, NR and engineering (along with whoever happened to be around) would be damaged/destroyed. Higher AI of RE and CE would lessen the probability. System Engineers would have to spend double to triple the amount of time needed to install/upgrade an Enhanced NR on BC. This could not be conducted at SS or SB. Once enhancement is installed and it is destroyed for one reason or another; the whole process has to start all over ÔÇô somebody forgot to keep good notes or specs. 2 - RE & CE research cloaking device for Interceptors. Now before you all cry fowl, this is something currently not avail for IC craft. ICs do not have a cargo bay, only one-weapon bay with 10 missile slots. To install a workable IC cloaking device it would cost several slots, say four. Why? Two slots for cloaking device system equipment and two for the Iridium needed to fuel the device. IC system power requirements would increase causing shield and laser recharge time to increase also. How about an armed shuttlecraft? Everything would have a price, weapons stores or cargo space. -- Research on Major systems is not just limited to the few examples above. Research could enhance just about every craft system or subsytem. Hate to compare BC3K to different genre or universe. Think of the enhancements Jordy made on the NCC-1701D in ST: TNG series. Player Personalization - Allow playerÔÇÖs ship name and Fleet Insignia to be displayed on BC exterior. Name would be limited to say 15 characters and fleet insignia would be limited to 75x100 jpg, pcx, or gif format ÔÇô file size could not exceed 5k. This should be easy to allow in single play but may not be able to do in Multiplay. This would be a ÔÇ£skinÔÇØ like in other M/P games but something that can uploaded to whatever M/P server, protocol used. By limiting file sizes universe updating time can be reduced. Personnel - Ability to ÔÇ£fireÔÇØ (replace) Officers and Pilots and recruit new ones. This includes wiping out the old DNA signatures and inputting new ones for cloning module. Then again just get rid of C-Mod all together. - MEDIBAY ÔÇô Limit berthing space for medical emergencies only, only 10 to 20 crewmembers can report to MEDIBAY at one time. Multiplay I am not familiar with multiplay games or gaming (may change when BC3020AD is released) so my only suggestion would be to Only allow Player(s) to Enter/Exit a M/P session from a SS. This would also be the only place where player(s) could save their game/profile. If player is ÔÇ£bumpedÔÇØ from their ISP connection for one reason or another, timer starts. Player has a reasonable amount of time, say five to ten minutes, to get back into the session. If timer expires then the Players ship becomes fair game and the universal AI has another NPC ship. If on-line only version is in the works, delay release until it is 99.9% workable. Keep patches to minimal, No U/O or that one in France. ÔÇÿnuff on Multiplay. Communications Covered in different thread, www.bc3000ad.com/ubb/Forum9/HTML/000071.html Real-Time Communications thread. -When a report comes in from a system where player has an active probe; include Probe Number in Commlink/Log. Current: Gallion: MRT-15 destroyed. Proposed: Probe2: MRT-15 destroyed Economics -Base price of item should reflect the planet where SS or SB is located. Minerals should be cheaper at Mineral Planet buy more expensive at an Agricultural planet. Same applies to Technology. Tech items should be cheaper at high tech SS, SB than at low tech ones. Example: SS Gazer1, Pluto, Mineral Planet, Iridium buys/sells base price would be 4500ish plus Inflation level of 10% Nutripaks on the other hand would buy/sell at the full Inflationary price and then some. There is no ÔÇ£nativeÔÇØ agriculture production on Pluto. If there were, agriculture production would be limited and products expensive. Deflector Arrays at Galcom HQ, High tech item, SS has tech level of 3, base price 450000, Inflation 0%. Now take same item and go to a lower tech SS orbiting a AG world (no industry), say a Vesperon tech 1, inflation 10% multiply by 2 (difference in tech level) plus inflated base price. Deflector Arrays may Buy/Sell more than 700000. Implementation may be difficult. My math is very rusty but I remember some problems I had just solving simple Quadratic equations in basic Algebra. Bottom line ÔÇô AG products should be cheaper and not reflect complete SS/SB inflation level at a SB on or SS orbiting an AG planet. Same can be said for mineral, etc planets. Thus ends my feable wish list. Thank you for reading this far. ------------------ Cmdr Gallion GCV-Graf Spee, Corsair Wing Wraith Fleet [This message has been edited by Gallion (edited 02-09-99).]
  23. He, he, he. Destroy Wraith, ya needs to come back from never-never land first Akira Battlefield Communications would greatly enhance mutliplay fleet actions, "deathmatch", or just for harrassing fellow commanders. If implemented, B-Comms needs to be linked to the player(s) ship comm systems status. What do I mean? If a player's comm system is 100% then range could be GHQ to Gamm-land. If comm system takes damage from battle or sabotage, then range decreases or other features begin to fail: Transmitter or receiver might be out. Different types of transmissions could be introduced. Broadcast - goes everywhere. Narrow-beam - limited to specific region in space. Tight-beam - aka one specific craft or receiver. All comms should be able to be jammed by other players and AI/NPC (if properly equipt). This would also be a good time to invest in comminications ECM and ECCM. Battlefield Communication Jamming could becom the next tactical advantage. A great feature, I like it. ------------------ CMDR Gallion GCV-Graf Spee, Corsair Wing Wraith Fleet [This message has been edited by Gallion (edited 02-08-99).]
  24. I am taking some ÔÇ£poetic licenseÔÇØ with TringadÔÇÖs dialog. <rp> Commander Gallion watched the seconds tick by; 5....4....3....2.... TacOff: ÔÇ£Commander! The Midway has lowered their shields and powered down their weapons.ÔÇØ Smart Commander, Gallion thought. Gallion: ÔÇ£Away Team ROE, do not fire unless fired on first. Any sign of trouble, squawk once. Find the MidwayÔÇÖs Commander. When found notify me at once. Get their NAV, Commslog, and TacOps data ASAP. You have 3 minutes, Gallion OUT! Engage Transporter!ÔÇØ Gallion relaxed a bit into his command chair, waiting for the Away Team to complete their orders. He turned to get a cup of Java when the Away Team Leader reported in. AT: ÔÇ£Commander, Midway Commander has been secured. He says his name is Commander Alun Tringad, ISS Fleet; data recovery begun; two minutes until completed.ÔÇØ Commander Tringad, ISS Fleet? Gallion looked him up in the Galcom ship registry. Tringad is the Commander of the GCV Black Falcon, Galactan Class Battlecruiser. WhatÔÇÖs he doing in command of a Starcruiser class Heavycruiser? Gallion thought about for a few microseconds and decided he didnÔÇÖt want to know. ISS Fleet was a weird bunch. Many secret squirrel activities, they always got the latest and greatest toys and games. Gallion: ÔÇ£Comms, open secure, low power, tight-beam holo-vid channel with Midway. Away Team, out Commander Tringad in his chair and keep an eye on him.ÔÇØ Comms: ÔÇ£holo-vid channel opened Sir!ÔÇØ Gallion activated his holo-vid player and scrutinized the MidwayÔÇÖs Commander when the channel between the two ships synchronized up. Yep, at least he looks like Commander Tringad.... Gallion: ÔÇ£Commander Tringad, I do not know what you think you are doing in Gammulan space with a dingy, nor do I care. Forgive this breach in protocol but I am sure you understand given the circumstances. All we need is information and my Team will be gone and you may continue your cruise.ÔÇØ Midway: ÔÇ£Understand Commander, we will assist in any way that we can.ÔÇØ AT: ÔÇ£Data recovery complete, transponders activated.ÔÇØ Gallion: ÔÇ£Engage Transporter! Relay to the Wing, weapon systems off! Commander Tringad our business with your ship is complete. Again, my apologies. I have one request of you.ÔÇØ Midway: ÔÇ£Sure Commander Gallion, what can I do for you?ÔÇØ Gallion quickly explained Corsair WingÔÇÖs adventures over the past few days. Commander Tringad listened without comment or gesture until he heard the last item on GallionÔÇÖs tirade ÔÇô TDF IFF Code sabotage. Gallion noticed how Tringad changed from a person just half-listening to him to a person that hung on each and every word that he said. Commander Tringad quickly filled Gallion in on the TDF debacle in Sol. Gallion made a decision, a decision that could cost what little was left of his Galcom career, but it was a risk that he was willing to take. He had to find that mystery ship. He needed information that would not have been recovered during the Away TeamÔÇÖs data recovery on the Midway. Gallion: ÔÇ£Commander Tringad, what I am about to ask you to do and ask for must not leave this conversation. I need you to transmit these two files to your HQ. Your HQ will know what to do with them. Second, I need any information that you have on Insurgent One, and I need it now. We have been sitting in one spot in Gammulan space far to long as it is.ÔÇØ Gallion pulled two files up, ÔÇ£TraitorÔÇØ and ÔÇ£DutchmanÔÇØ, and transmitted them to the MidwayÔÇÖs commander and waited, he really hated to wait. Commander Tringad looked as if he had been smacked across his face when he heard GallionÔÇÖs strange request. How would the Corsair Wing leader know that he even knew who or what Insurgent One was? Tringad contemplated GallionÔÇÖs request. Given the events of the past few days, he thought that nothing could surprise him, yet he was stunned. What would a Corsair want or do with this highly classified material? Insurgent One was the most wanted man in Galcom space. Tringad did something that he hoped that he would not regret as he bought the dossier up and transmitted the data. Midway: ÔÇ£Data transfer complete Gallion. I hope you know what you are doing. We can both hang for this you know!ÔÇØ Gallion: ÔÇ£Understood Commander Tringad, my thanks. Again my apologies for detaining you and your ship. Pass to your HQ, Wraith HQ may be infiltrated.ÔÇØ Just then the battle klaxon on the Graf Spee started ringing. The ship computer started its automated script, ÔÇ£Battlecruiser Acquired, Missile launch detected...ÔÇØ Gallion looked at his TacOps display and saw 15 red blips appear out of nowhere. Gallion: ÔÇ£Tringad get your ship out of here! Corsair will cover your escape! Do not engage, RUN! You have 1 minute to get out of this system! Gallion OUT! TACNET OPEN! Gallion to Wing, cover the Midway --- be prepared to disengage and resume previous course on my Mark! Graf Spee OUT! All right people, showtime! LetÔÇÖs show these Gamms how to dance!ÔÇØ Corsair Wing spread out. Each ship engaging the Gammulan warships that had the audacity to engage them. Gallion watched his TacOps display, slowly; ever so slowly; the Midway faded from scanners. Whew, at least they are halfway out of here, Gallion thought. 45 seconds left ÔÇÿtill the Midway is safe, then it will be Corsair WingÔÇÖs turn to run. <rp/> ------------------ CMDR Gallion GCV-Graf Spee, Corsair Wing Wraith Fleet
  25. <rp> Corsair WingÔÇÖs two hours of respite from galactic conflict was up. The WingÔÇÖs ships went on full alert as the last of the shuttles returned to the two Gallatin Battlecruisers. The mining expedition hit the Iridium mother-load on the moon orbiting LV-115. Enough Iridium was mined to allow the entire wing to remain cloaked for 70 minutes. Not bad for a few hours work, Gallion thought. Gallion: ÔÇ£Comms, XMT to Wing; Nav set course for Crystar, engage course and Cloaking device on my mark.ÔÇØ Comss/Nav: ÔÇ£Aye Sir, course plotted and sent to Wing.ÔÇØ Gallion: ÔÇ£MARK!ÔÇØ Each shipÔÇÖs jump towards the LV-110 jump point with out incident. Each ship slowly disappears from visual and scanner detection as cloaking device was engaged. One by one, Corsair Wing went through the jump point, each reappearing on the other side in LV-110. All that is except one unlucky ship. The unluckiest ship in the galaxy, the GCV Graf Spee. The Graf Spee made it to LV-110 without any problems. The problem was what in the shipÔÇÖs way after emerging from the jump point. Seems that there was an Obstacle, a hidden obstacle. Whose nature was revealed to a startled Gallion when both the Graf SpeeÔÇÖs and the ObstacleÔÇÖs became visible as their cloaking fields wavered. A Galactan Battlecruiser and a Starcruiser-class Heavy Cruiser appeared. What made Gallion forget this little Murphy incident was the appearance of the rest of Corsair Wing. The other ships of Corsair Wing followed the WingÔÇÖs SOP; when one of the WingÔÇÖs ships has a cloaking ÔÇ£malfunctionÔÇØ the rest of the Wing changes course to render any and all assistance to the unfortunate craft. SOP treats all causes of cloaking field failure as hostile, whether they are accidental (as the Graf Spee just experienced) failures or mechanical failures. Seven ships surrounded the Starcuiser using the WingÔÇÖs infamous ÔÇ£Blossom Flower FormationÔÇØ. The flowerÔÇÖs epicenter was the unfortunate heavycruiser who happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Gallion: ÔÇ£Tactical check the Galcom ships registry for that craft; TACNET Open ÔÇô Lock weapons on the Starcruiser, fire on my Mark, Gallion OUT!ÔÇØ Commander Gallion settled into his perch on the bridge conducting his own search of GalcomÔÇÖs ship registry. The StarcruiserÔÇÖs IFF code indicated that it was the GCV Midway. GallionÔÇÖs registry search failed to find any Galcom craft registered with that name. Gallion folded brought is hands together near his face, to the bridge crew it wouldÔÇÖve looked as if the Commander was praying, pondering his next move. Could this be the cruiser responsible for the IFF sabotage? Could I be this ÔÇ£luckyÔÇØ? He thought. As quickly as it came Gallion dismissed these thoughts altogether. He could never be so lucky. Gallion: ÔÇ£CO prepare away strike team, target is the Starcruiser, ROE to follow!; CE send one SE to the transporter room. Comms, send message to Starcruiser GCV Midway ÔÇô I have no record of any Galcom vessel registered in that name, Prepare to be boarded and searched or be destroyed. You have 5 seconds to respond. GCV Graf Spee OUT!ÔÇØ The next five seconds will be the longest. Gallion hated to wait but that was all he could do now. Marines hurry up and he has to wait...... <rp/> ------------------ CMDR Gallion GCV-Graf Spee, Corsair Wing Wraith Fleet
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