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Mission + 0 days 19 hours 21.75 minutes

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Scrubbing the bilges, that is what that prick Spencer had us doing. I get through doing a complete diagnostic check on all the minor systems, then get stuck scrubbing the waste disposal chutes. I have know idea why I got lumped into that shite job. I wasn't even playing cards with them twidgets. Then Jones goes and gets the prick a soda; he has his pucker so far up Chief's arse that he needs a vac-suit to breath. I'll get them, I will get them all. The prick Spencer, that russian wench that struts her buns arouond like she be god's gift to men, the Gunny, them IC pilots (specially Diesel), and there is that new Medic who wouldn't give me a quarters-chit the last time I was in the sick bay. I will get them, I 'll get them all. Just as soon as I can get away from under the prick's gaze, I'll do it.

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System Engineer #13

Benni Arnald

GCV Chikuma

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Mission + 0 days 19 hours 43 minutes

Tactical Officers Battle Log

##### DOWNLOADING TACOPS DATA TO LOG TERMINAL #####

##### DOWNLOAD COMPLETE ##############################

##### UPDATING ENGEGEMENT RECORDS  ########

##### UPDATE COMPLETE #################################

##### DISPLAY RECORDS TIME INDEX + 19 + 30 #############

##### DISPLAYING PRIMARY THREATS ####################

##### AESTROM CLASS ATTACK CRUISERS ####### 2 ######

##### GARID CLASS SUPER CRUSIERS ############ 3 #######

##### SENTRY CLASS SUPER CRUISERS ########### 3 #######

##### P-21 VANDAL SUPER FIGHTERS ############ 31 ######

##### LIGHTSTAR LIGHT FIGHTERS ############### 4 #####

ÔÇ£Computer, display Chikuma battle stats + 19 + 30ÔÇØ

##### ********************************************* #####

##### SHIELD RECHARGE AT MAXIMUM #################

##### SHIELD COVERAGE AT 100% ######################

##### SHIELD STATUS 89% #############################

##### HULL INTEGRITY AT 100% #######################

##### IOD POWER AT 30% #############################

##### IOD DECOUPLED ###############################

##### PTA 1 STATUS ##### FIRING MAX CAP ##############

##### PTA 2 STATUS ##### FIRING MAX CAP [CAUTION] ###

##### PTA 3 STATUS ##### FIRING MAX CAP #############

##### ********************************************* #####

##### IC1 STATUS ##### DEPLOYED ##### OP STATUS 96% ###

##### IC2 STATUS ##### PRE-LAUNCH ### OP STATUS 100% ##

##### IC3 STATUS ##### PRE-LAUNCH ### OP STATUS 98% ###

##### IC4 STATUS ##### DEPLOYED ##### OP STATUS 88% ###

##### DEPLYD SUPPT CFT STATUS ### SC2 OP STATUS 53% ##

##### ********************************************** #####

ÔÇ£Computer, display hostile stats, current time index.ÔÇØ

##### UPDATING ENGEGEMENT RECORDS  ########

##### UPDATE COMPLETE #################################

##### DISPLAY RECORDS TIME INDEX + 19 + 38 ############

##### DISPLAYING PRIMARY THREATS ####################

##### AESTROM CLASS ATTACK CRUISERS ####### 1 ######

##### GARID CLASS SUPER CRUSIERS ############ 2 ######

##### SENTRY CLASS SUPER CRUISERS ########### 1 ######

##### P-21 VANDAL SUPER FIGHTERS ############ 21 #####

##### LIGHTSTAR LIGHT FIGHTERS ############### 4 #####

##### *********************************************** #####

ÔÇ£Computer, display friendly support craft status, current time index.ÔÇØ

##### ********************************************** #####

##### IC1 STATUS ##### DEPLOYED ##### OP STATUS 47% ###

##### IC2 STATUS ##### DEPLOYED ##### OP STATUS 82% ###

##### IC3 STATUS ##### DEPLOYED ##### OP STATUS 77% ###

##### IC4 STATUS ##### DEPLOYED ##### OP STATUS 64% ###

##### DEPLYD SUPPT CFT STATUS ### SC2 OP STATUS 51% ##

##### ********************************************** #####

ÔÇ£Computer, display Chikuma current status, same time index.ÔÇØ

##### ********************************************* #####

##### SHIELD RECHARGE AT MAXIMUM #################

##### SHIELD COVERAGE AT 100% ######################

##### SHIELD STATUS 39% #############################

##### HULL INTEGRITY AT 89% ########################

##### IOD POWER AT 30% #############################

##### IOD DECOUPLED ###############################

##### PTA 1 STATUS ##### FIRING MAX CAP ##############

##### PTA 2 STATUS ##### OFFLINE !!! ###################

##### PTA 3 STATUS ##### FIRING MAX CAP #############

##### ********************************************* #####

ÔÇ£Computer, download operational logs to emergency beacon and update. Hold on standby for jettison.ÔÇØ

Mission + 0 days 19 hours 44 minutes

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Commander Blades

GCV - TSUNAMI Ôäó

PRIME Fleet

'For Queen and country'

ICQ#31927230

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GALCOM OPERATIONS LOG

Mission Time: +19 hours, 49 minutes

IC3 Pilot, Samuel Light, Callsign: Shadow

GALCOM operating number: 3667524

SUBJECT: Interceptor 3 Comms Monitor

TEXT MONITOR ENABLED...RETRIEVING DATA...

DONE.

PANCAKE: Sir, were running at 74 percent! Our shields are falling!

SHADOW: [censored]! EMD, EMD!

COMPUTER: EMD Jammer Activated.

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WEAPON DETONATION...retrieving status...

origin: starbord side, 36 degrees lateral aft

firing ship: Enemy, RAI, P-21 VANDAL class

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SHADOW: Pancake, how are our shields?

PANCAKE: They're fine sir, recharging on 80 percent now. That missle didnt phase us!

SHADOW: Disengage EMD.

COMPUTER: EMD Jammer Disengaged.

PANCAKE: Sir, one coming in, 5 o' clock hard. 1200, sir, he's flying right at us!

SHADOW: I'm on it. Watch this, rookie...

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The tiny metal ship slowed to a stop as the enemy interceptor raced toward it at a blinding speed. Shadow, in a bold move to crush the raider fleet, ship by ship, turned nose to nose with the oncoming offender.

"Sir! What are you doing? She's coming in at 1200," Pancake screamed, feeling his muscles tense as the small fighter closed in.

A little red light went on one of Pancakes status screens, and in the HUD of both men.

"Shadow! Move this ship! He's locked on!"

"Not yet, greenhorn...wait and watch," said Shadow, confident of his triumph over the ship, now a mere 50 clicks away...

"Sir, he's going to fire!"

Just then, Shadow squeezed the trigger on his flightstick, sending a Questor straight at the enemy pilots cockpit. For a moment, Shadow thought he could see the face of the raider pilot as the missle tore through the hull sending tint shards of scrap metal everywhere, and leaving a burning ball of debris as the last bit of oxygen in the P-21 Vandals' stores burnt up in space...

"6 down, 25 to go, my friend..."

Pancake just stared, unsure of wether to be in awe, to lash out at this highly unprotocol act of combatism, or to clap at another ship gone down in Shadows path...

Both of them shot back in their seats as Shadow engaged the hyperdrive, sending the 2 tiny GALCOM Pilots racing to take an Aestrom on face to face...

"Shadow...uhh...what are you doing," Pancake bleated out, wondering if maybe his comrade had lost his mind.

"Aestroms are weak, my friend. Their biggest weakness is the lower hull. If you can plant a few Questors or even a Vagrant down there, their bridge will burn up, and you'll fry the tubes that fuel the reactor it's coolant. Makes a pretty explosion when the reactor blows right in the ship...If you look close, you can see the Engineers floating away from the ship, sometimes on fire if you're lucky."

Pancake was sure now. He'd been paired up with a maniac. Shadow just smiled...

"Wait a second...I have a thought," Shadow said, suddenly thinking of a devious plan to gain face with his fellow pilots onboard the Chikuma.

"Computer, hail the GCV-Chikuma and get me an open channel on the inship broadcast system."

The computer responded accordingly.

"Channel opened to GCV Chikuma."

"Attention all crewmembers of the GCV Chikuma, this is Shadow and Pancake in IC3. If you arent busy, you might want to get a look at what we're about to pull in your nearest TacOps display...it's gonna be a good one...don't miss it!"

Shadow closed the channel right as the tiny metal slug, known to GALCOM as a standard issue interceptor support craft, rushed in on the unsuspecting Aestrom. The mammoth cruiser turned 2 of it's deadly IOD turrets to face the oncoming IC, and began to fire.

"Sir, we have 2 P-21's and 2 Lightstars inbound," Pancake said, alerting Shadow to the formation on his 3 o'clock, coming in strong.

"As soon as I start my attack, the Aestrom bridge officers will get cocky and call them off. It never fails. What's our shield status, rook?"

"89 percent sir...it's trying to climb, but I'm not sure the power allocation we have right now will let it get higher than 93."

Shadow stared out the front of his cockpit, ignoring the formation of enemy fighters bearing in on the GALCOM IC. Both were silent as he punched the throttle and made his approach, sending IC3's nose to the 56 degree mark of the Aestroms underbelly...right on target...

Seconds became minutes, minutes became hours...

It's straight ahead now...

Lined up perfect...

Just like clockwork...

Now squeeze...

That's it...

There go those little fiends...

Little metal devils...

Yes...closer...closer...

BOOM!

The Aestrom shook violently as the first Questor exploded, tearing into the flesh of it's hull. THe behemoth ship began to make the first traces of a profile change, possibly to take the tiny IC on head to head, but it was too late. The second deadly missile went right into the gaping hole that the first had created. Siddenly, the bridge lit up a brilliant orange from the inside. As the protective glass shattered, flames emerged, and a cloud of gasses leaked from the dying ship. Then. almost instantly, the center of the giant burst, sending a shockwave out which rocked the nearby Vandals, and slammed into the cockpit of the IC which had destroyed the Aestrom it came from.

Shadow smiled, so did Pancake, and for an instant, they thought they could hear a cheer come over the radio...

END LOG.

Mission Time: +20 hours, 03 minutes

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Somewhere near BattleCruiser Chikuma.

Mission +0days +19hours 44minutes

Things are defiantly not looking good for us. My IC-system operational level is down to 64%. Damn P-21 all over the place. I got about 3 on my six right this second, I thought as I dodged another salvo of lasers. One of the reason is I been flying with me EMD on, EMD interfere with my visibility heavily. Every system is flashing with annoying streaks of white. Too much damn missiles, everywhere. I been hit 4 times already. This is beginning to look bad.

I grunted as I pulled back on my stick. Bring my craft face to face with an Enemy P-21. I quickly squeeze off a burst of lasers. The P-21 exploded right in my face. Knocking my IC into the void of space. Somehow I regain control. "OH shi**t,"cried BlackJack. My eyes widened with fear as a vagrant flew pass about 2 feet in front of my craft, forming a ripple though my shield. LUCKY I, that missile somehow misfunctioned. Usually when a vagrant get that close, the next thing you will be see is the white light telling you to walk toward it.

"D! You *******, what the hell are you doing up there" BlackJack screamed so loud my ear is about to burst.

"Chill black, chill, I got it all under control."

"The hell you have!!! You don't get you're stupid pilot shit together I'm about to fly this thing out here"

I wasn't listening. I lined up another P-21 in my sight, this time I got a missile lock. I quickly fired 2 shot. Both them found their target. I could see the ejection pod launching thorough the explosion. Seconds later it was going, speeding though space at an unbelievable speed.

"Report! System status." I said into my com link.

"EMD off-line!" I switch off the EMD, no use for it now. "SOB! Missile POD is damaged. I'm rerouting power to it, should be able to launch. Shields at 85%, steadily recharging." A P-21 exploded to our right, I saw IC-1 turning to engage another bandit behind me "Damn computer is down to 75%. We can manage. Hull integrity at 65%, we still may survive." He let out a diluted chuckle.

"All other system nominal. I been talking to control, they're almost ready to launch IC-2 and IC-3. We need some help bad!"

"Roger. Check my six."

I put my IC- though another gut wrenching turn toward the Chikum. From my report few moments ago the raider is concentrating on the Chikamu's PTA system. One is already is off-line. We can't let anymore go off-line. SO my mission is clear, I will protect the PTA's as best as I could. But with my EMD down, I don't know how long I will last. GOD HELP ME!

+0days +19hours +46minutes

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I posted this before I had a chance to read

nick's post. But it dosen't interferce with you post anyway. Happened at diffent times. I know it's easy as hell to take out an asterom in the game. But this is RPG, shouldn't it be a littke harder to take out a attack cruisr with an interceptor??? I don't know since I'm the newbie here. You guys tell me.

If the opposition's really that dumb. So why don't we just take out all of their cruiser with few ICs. Armed with Vagrant.

In real life, people don't get cocky when there is over an hundred life onboard that depends on the decisions of a commander. Even tho they're radiers, still they treasure life just as much as we do.

Those people who are piloting those ships are breathing thinking sentinel beings. NOT computer controlled A.Is. So I think they should be little harder to take out. Please you guys keep this in mind in the near future. But you can do whatever you want.

Just my two cents.

[This message has been edited by SpacePhish (edited 08-20-99).]

[This message has been edited by SpacePhish (edited 08-20-99).]

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IC2 pilot; Chris "Shodan" VanCise

Mission +0days +19hours 40minutes

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"I know, Gambit! I'm on my way!" I said, running down the hall. The damned teenager wouldn't listen. Freaking kid, didn't she realize that we were under attack? Just my luck to find a diplomat's daughter running down the halls in the middle of a combat situation. For crying out loud, she could get herself killed doing that!

"Damn it, Shodan! We're almost ready to launch!" Gambit shouted at me. "I don't want to take a sys-engineer as my pilot, but if you aren't here when they give me the green light, so help me, I'll lock one of them in here while they do the preflight and lift off without you!"

"I don't think you want to do that, Gambit. Last I heard, you had a strong will to live. Wait on the deck until I get there. That's an order!"

Damned copilots think they know everything. Hell, the only pilot on this tub to prove himself so far was that nutso pilot, Shadow, and that was by reputation alone. He'd never actually seen the man in action. I would like to think that I know a few things. I've turned down three promotions so I could remain in the cockpit. But I didn't truly know Shadow, nor anyone else on the ship for that matter.

I had time enough to think of two options. One, escort the kid to her quarters, toss her in with her father and make for the Flight Deck like a madman escaping a brushfire, or I could leave her here and head for my ship. Where the hell was a marine when you needed one?

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Blades, if there is a problem with this, let me know via e-mail. I'll revise the post if necessary.

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Commander David Foss, GCV Deterrence

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*** Just a quick point gang. Dont to much about it if our threads dont matchup 100%. I know it's difficult to keep everything in mind, and It makes it a bit harder keeping to a time reference, but it will eb worth it in the end. Just so you know, onec this little endevour is concluded (Which is a long way off eyt I promise you - I should have started the initial post with PROLOGUE) I shall be taking all the very best elements and writing it out as a complete tale. Might take me the rest of the year, but I'll do it.

Anyhow, game on.***

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Mission + 0 days 19 hours 51 minutes

The Chikuma was a ship in trouble. Ablaze in space, hurtling at speeds above capacity to keep out of turret range from persuing capitol ships. Fighters darted around it, burning dangerously close to the ships hull, unleashing concentrated weapons fire into the paper thin shields that barley surrounded the aft section.

Allied fighter craft, already heavily damaged from skirmishes with the invading P-21ÔÇÖs, spearheaded a counter strike against one of the heavily damaged Garids in an attempt to draw fire away from the retreating Chikuma.

ÔÇ£Tactical!ÔÇØ shouted commander Stone from the helm console, over looking the frantic looking Jensens every evasive more. ÔÇ£Have IC1 break off and return to base. Instruct IC3 and 4 to concentrate fire on the Garid. Have IC2 cover them.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Sir!ÔÇØ shouted Graves. ÔÇ£IC1 is requesting permission to continue to engage the Garid.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Denied.ÔÇØ Said Stone. ÔÇ£Tell Banish to get his flyboy ass back here and rearmed.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Yes sir, communicating that to him now sir.ÔÇØ

The bridge shook from the impact of more weapons fire, and several subsystems blinked out of commission briefly before rebooting.

ÔÇ£Commander!ÔÇØ It was Reynolds, the communications officer. ÔÇ£Medbay is reporting casualties.ÔÇØ

Stone quick stepped over to him, and looked down at the commlink log as it began to update. ÔÇ£Where those casualties coming in from?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Port side sir, deck 2. Cant give you more than that, damage control computer has suffered a partial failure. Engineering reports they are working on it.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Screw the damage control computer,ÔÇØ said Stone, ÔÇ£tell Spencer to turret 2 back online. We taking a beating on our exposed quarter.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Aye sir!ÔÇØ acknowledged Reynolds, before being rocked sideways from a massive explosion somewhere within the ship.

The vibrations from the explosive shock were greater the previous blows, indicating a major system had been destroyed, or even worse, a hull breach.

ÔÇ£Where did that come from?ÔÇØ shouted Stone.

ÔÇ£Sir!ÔÇØ it was Jensen at helm control. ÔÇ£We just lost our jump engines. We cant go to hyperspace.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Dammit.ÔÇØ Shouted Stone, bringing a closed fist down hard on the communications console. ÔÇ£We were so close to full charge.ÔÇØ

The ship rocked again, perhaps from secondary explosions, perhaps from more weapons fire. Nobody could tell without the damage control computer operating. At least, not remotely.

ÔÇ£Commander!ÔÇØ shouted Graves, ÔÇ£Shields have been breached. WeÔÇÖre taking hull damage again!ÔÇØ

Stone turned from the communications terminal, and looked intently at the main viewscreen. Outside, the image of a number of the huge fighters arched in a loose formation in front of the Chikuma. They were pulling away, ahead of the stricken ship, maneuvering to a safe straffing distance before turning back to make their run on the ships exposed port side.

ÔÇ£Mister Graves, whats IC1ÔÇÖs position?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Sir, IC1 is on final, approaching on full burn.ÔÇØ

Stone frowned. ÔÇ£How many Vandals we got buzzing us now?ÔÇØ

Graves tapped away at his console for a few moments. ÔÇ£Counting twelve now sir, several others have broken from their attack and are returning to cover the damaged Garid.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Twelve . . . . . ÔÇ£ said the commander slowly.

ÔÇ£Sir, IC1 requesting emergency landing clearence.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Denied.ÔÇØ Said Stone.

The Tactical officer looked confused. ÔÇ£Sir? You ordered him back to resupply.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£IÔÇÖm fully aware of that graves, tell him to break from his approach and engage the fighters ahead of us.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Commander,ÔÇØ started tactical officer Graves, ÔÇ£with all due respect, your sending IC1 to their deaths. Theres no way in hell they can engage that number of fighters with the kind of damage they have sustained.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Noted Graves, now execute your orders.ÔÇØ

Graves turned back to his console. ÔÇ£Sir! Aye, sir.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Navigation!ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Aye commander.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Put this region up on the main screen.ÔÇØ

Ailsa StrangÔÇÖs fingers darted over the touch sensitive control on her navigation console, and transferred her regional data directly onto the bridges viewscreen.

ÔÇ£Tactical, overlay all ship movements onto the navigational map.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Aye sir.ÔÇØ

More tapping of controls. ÔÇ£On screen sir.ÔÇØ

Stone viewed the overlay map as it appeared on screen, and worked his commanders instincts and experience into a possible escape plan. ÔÇ£Navigation, you see that debris field out there?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Aye sir.ÔÇØ Said Ailsa. ÔÇ£Sensors indicate it is quite dense and full of radioactive waste material.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Explosive?ÔÇØ asked the commander.

ÔÇ£Negative sir. The material within the containers isnÔÇÖt concentrated enough to produce an explosion. Weapons fire would simply destroy the containers and disperse the material.ÔÇØ

Stone smiled. ÔÇ£Perfect.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Commander!ÔÇØ shouted Graves. ÔÇ£IC1 has engaged the raider craft.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Have any broken from the main group?ÔÇØ

Graves looked over his console readout. ÔÇ£Aye sir, three, no four fighters have broken from the main group and are engaging.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Excellent.ÔÇØ Said Stone. ÔÇ£Whats the status on the other Interceptors?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£ICÔÇÖs 3 and 4 report Garid destroyed. IC2 engaging the escorts.ÔÇØ

Stone smiled with approval, and again looked back at the bridge viewscreen. He was formulating a plan in his head, a risky plan that had the possibility of doing as much damage to the Chukuma as the remainder of the raiders ships.

ÔÇ£Tactical, how long until the main fighter group are within straffing range again?ÔÇØ

Graves began to make hurried calculations on his terminal. ÔÇ£Sir, the main group is advancing towards us right now. They will be within firing range in 65 seconds.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Polovoski, interface with Tactical and give me a countdown in 5 second intervals.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Aye sir. 60 seconds on my mark . . . mark!ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Reynolds, get me engineering.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Aye sir,ÔÇØ said Reynolds, activating the link to the engine room. ÔÇ£Chief Spencer on line.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Chief,ÔÇØ started Stone, ÔÇ£how are the engines holding out?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£55 seconds,ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Just barley, sir!ÔÇØ replied the chief, raising his voice to compensate for the noise in his engine room. ÔÇ£Hyperdrive is gone, and we not getting it back anytime soon. Also, the reactors are operating at 20% above normal just to keep what little shields left in place. I recommend we disable every non essential system and-ÔÇ£

ÔÇ£50 seconds,ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£No time chief, I want you to transfer every bit of energy from every system except PTA and shields and shunt them into the engine and integrity field generators.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£45 seconds,ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£What the hell for commander?ÔÇØ

Stone didnÔÇÖt have time to explain it to his chief engineer. In fact, he didnÔÇÖt really have time to do anything but issue orders. If his plan was to work, this was going to be his one shot at it. If he missed this opportunity, it was probable they would all shortly be sucking vacc.

ÔÇ£Just do it chief, youÔÇÖll work it out soon enough.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Aye sir!ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£40 seconds,ÔÇØ

The tension on the bridge was mounting quickly, each officer breaking into an uncomfortable sweat as their commander tried to regain control of a desperate situation.

ÔÇ£Tactical, order the ICÔÇÖs and shuttle to head into the debris field.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Aye sir,ÔÇØ said Graves, ÔÇ£communicating that to them now.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£35 seconds,ÔÇØ

Stone rushed over to Jensen. ÔÇ£Helm, prepare to bring the ship about and angle our nose at the debris field.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Aye sir, but it will take us tim-ÔÇ£

ÔÇ£Standby Jensen. Tactical?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£30 seconds,ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Sir?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£The second we move, have the remaining turrets lay down covering fire.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Aye sir, but the fighters will anticipate the fire patten as we begin moving. They will steer clear the fire and duck down to avoid it.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£25 seconds,ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Not if they donÔÇÖt have time to see what weÔÇÖre up to, Graves.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Sir!ÔÇØ It was Jensen, looking very concerned. ÔÇ£We cant pivot that quickly.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£20 seconds,ÔÇØ

Stone bolted over to his helmsman. ÔÇ£We can if we execute a high energy turn.ÔÇØ

JensenÔÇÖs face went pale. ÔÇ£High energy turn sir? The extra stress on the hull will collapse the super structure.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£15 seconds,ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Engineering is reinforcing the field integrity grid, she can take it.ÔÇØ

As if on que, the bridge lights dimmed and all non essential systems winked into oblivion. A deathly hush seemed to envelope the ship, from the officers on the bridge to the stomping marines on patrol. Everything was unearthly quiet, except the low crackling of numerous small fires and the excited hissing of the pressure leaks.

ÔÇ£Reynolds, put me onto ship wide.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Aye sir, your on!ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Sir! Ten seconds!ÔÇØ

Stone quickly cleared his throat before he made his hurried announcement. ÔÇ£This is the commander. Brace for impact!

ÔÇ£5 seconds!ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Helm, you ready?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£4 seconds!ÔÇØ

Jensens fingers darted again over the console. She tapped in the maneuver, held her thumb over the execute command. ÔÇ£Ready commander.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£3 seconds!ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£On my mark!ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£2 seconds! One . . . ÔÇ£

ÔÇ£Punch it Jensen!ÔÇØ

From the exterior view of Shuttle 2, crewman McKendrick watched in horror as the GCV Chikuma executed the nearly fatal high energy turn. He could almost feel the tearing of the ships superstructure as the Chikuma violently spun and pivoted hard to port. Debris from torn hull plating skipped off into space, taking with it support beams and gutted cargo pods.

Somehow, the ship remained intact throughout its turn, although an explosion in one of the launch bays was now spitting fire into the dark night.

A torrent of turret fire erupted in the same instant, arching out like a thrashing snake, raking into the massed fighters as they bore down onto the ChikumaÔÇÖs recently delivered aft. Some were obliterated in the insane turret fire, some others pulled mad evasive maneuvers and collided with their fellows, but most escaped with a few glancing blows, pulling hard to port and ducking remarkably close to the Battle Cruisers fiery engines.

ÔÇ£Now!ÔÇØ barked Stone from behind the flight officers seat.

Jensen thumped the engagement button, and was almost unseated from the violent burst from the engines.

In an instant, the unfortunate P-21 pilots that had managed to evade the Chikumas weapon fire were incinerated at close range from the hellfire that spewed forth.

The Chikuma herself cried out in twisted agony as she darted towards the debris field, sending shards of already destroyed hull plating spinning off behind her.

ÔÇ£Tactical report!ÔÇØ shouted Stone over the groaning of this ships superstructure.

ÔÇ£Sir, three Vandals destroyed in the crossfire, two more pancaked while evading, and five more have been destroyed in our engine burst!ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£What does that leave us with?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Three more are heavily damaged and limping back towards the jump gate, and the four that persued IC1 are still active.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£What about the caps?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£The remaining cap ships are pulling back to the gate sir. We got them on the run.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£ICÔÇÖs 2, 3 and 4?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Being persued by the caps defenders. I count 4 of them.ÔÇØ

Stone steadied himself against his flight officers chair. ÔÇ£How long till we enter the debris field?ÔÇØ

Jensen made a brief calculation. ÔÇ£50 seconds sir, although IÔÇÖm red lighting on the engines.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Cut power to engines, let us coast into the field.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Aye, sir.ÔÇØ

Stone stepped away and attempted to get back to his command chair. He found the short walk difficult, as the violent charge was unbalancing him.

ÔÇ£Tactical, how are our pilots faring?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£They have consolidated their forces sir, and are making a stand against the remaining fighters. However, they are in bad shape, and weÔÇÖre still a long way off from being able to assist them.ÔÇØ

Stone grimly smiled. ÔÇ£WeÔÇÖre not in any shape to assist them as it stands anyway, Graves.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Aye sir, thatÔÇÖs an understatement.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Have them make a run back to us. WeÔÇÖll see if we can light their way for the fore turret.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Yes sir.ÔÇØ

Stone looked around his bridge. So far, they had escaped what looked like a commanders worst nightmare. Somehow, they had kept the ship together and not gone up in a ball of flame. The crew had performed admirably, even under such difficult conditions. The plan had been daring, and in simulator conditions probably would have failed. However, this was the GCV Chikuma, and she was a helluva ship with a well deserved reputation.

Stone was beginning to fully understand this.

ÔÇ£Mister Reynolds, get me chief Spencer on the link. I got a feeling heÔÇÖs going to want to shout at me . . . . ÔÇ£

Mission + 0 days 19 hours 57minutes

[Narrative Off]

***** Phew! *****

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GCV - TSUNAMI Ôäó

PRIME Fleet

'For Queen and country'

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I like that post, Blades smile.gif I've got an idea for taking out those last fighters once I get to that point, but I'll leave it until then. I don't like limiting other players' options smile.gif

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IC2 pilot; Chris "Shodan" VanCise

Mission +0days +19hours 42minutes

The teenager leaned against the wall, scrambling to stay out of the way as people scrambled to their battlestations. I was about to drag her down the hallway, kicking and screaming if needs be, when two marines rounded the corner.

Perfect!

I held up a hand, stopping them in their tracks. "Get this woman back to the diplomat's quarters immedately!"

"We have orders..."

I interrupted them. "She is more important than your orders. It's safe to say that in the middle of a combat situation, which you hopefully are aware that we're in, that diplomat is going to be worried sick about her! I don't know who gave her permission to run around the freaking hallways, but she needs to get to safety!"

I stepped forward, shoving my face into the lead marine's. "Take her to her quarters now!"

I didn't wait for a reply, choosing instead to bolt down the corridor toward the IC bay. "Gambit, I'm on my way!" I shouted into the comm.

"It's about freaking time! Hurry up, we're almost ready to launch!" He shouted back. He was sounding increasingly desperate. Perhaps he actually wanted to live after all.

Well, so did I. That was why I was rushing to get into that fighter and throw myself and Gambit into a hell of lasers and missiles, risking death from one second to the next. There was no way in hell that I would let him take off with a sys-engineer aboard and leave me on this tub. Why, without the right pilot, that fighter would be dust and so would the Chikuma. We couldn't have that! Maybe Gambit could handle himself, but trusting his life to a tech? I don't think so!

I rounded the corner and began a full sprint for the bays.

Mission +0days +19hours 45minutes

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Banish

Pilot, IC-1

In flight recorder: Active

Banish snapped the stick about, as he heard the warbling of another fighter trying to get a missile lock on him. "Big, where are they?!?"

Big swung his whole mass around, looking for where the offending fighter was. "I can't see him! He must be somewhere below us!"

"We'll fix that." Banish said, sending the fighter spiraling 'down'. Though this was the 31st century, Banish still had old fashioned mirrors so he could easily 'check six' for and bandits. In the mirror, he saw a small fighter appear. "Got him. He's right on our six."

Suddenly, the warbling tone went steady, indicating that the bandit had a lock on them. "He's got a lock. Activating EMD." Bigtone announced, trying to jam the missile lock.

Through the rearview mirror, Banish noticed the exhaust plume of a launching missile. "Breaking left" was all he said as he snapped the controls to the left, attempting to evade the missile. Deciding to try and run, he lifted the detents, and kicked the little fighter into burner. Distance would give them more chance to evade.

Bigtone kept a close eye on the missile behind them. "It's still with us" he said, "reverse the turn, it should throw the missile off."

Banish obeyed, reversing the turn. It worked and the missile lost it's lock on the fighter. However, when it lost the lock, it activated the proximity detonator, hitting the fighter with shrapnel, debris, and burning fuel. "Sheilds are down to 50%!" Bigtone told Banish.

"That b******'s gonna get it," was all Banish said. He swung the fighter around, and went after the man who had dared to damage his beautiful machine. Finally, he got into a good position. Selecting a Questor, Banish waited for the tone telling him they had a lock. The tone finally came...and Banish shot. His enemy tried desperately to get away...and he failed. The fighter was consumed in flame and fire, and emerged nothing but debris.

Seeing that there wasn't any new fighters around them, Banish glanced at his display. He found a nice Garid that was slightly damaged. A sitting duck for the rest of the fighters. "Listen up, everybody. Form up into elements, and let's take out that Garid to try and draw some fire. 2, you're with me. 3, and 4 will attack from port, and we'll go from starboard."

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IC1 wasn't looking too good. The 'Jolly Jessica' as she was called, looked pretty beat up. Even her nose art was scarred from all the fire the little fighter had been taking. But Banish wouldn't break off. He never did want to run away from a fight.

Over the commlink he heard Flight Control from the ship. "This is Skyhook," codename for the Chikuma, "IC1, RTB. IC3, and 4, continue attack. IC2, cover 3 and 4."

"Skyhook, say again," Banish requested, thinking he hadn't heard correctly.

"IC1, RTB. IC3, and 4, continue attack. IC2, cover 3 and 4. Skyhook clear." The Flight Controller repeated, sounding rather agitated having to say orders twice.

"Skyhook, this is 1, requesting to stay aloft." Banish said. He didn't care how bad the fighter looked, she could still fly, so she could still fight.

There was silence for a moment. The FC probably had to consult with 'higher authority' on that decision. "Denied. 1, RTB immediately. Skyhook, clear."

"Damn." Banish said. Over the open comm, he merely clicked twice. He had acknowledged his orders, but had made somewhat clear he didn't like them. Moving the stick, he started the fighter back toward the ship. He opened the throttles wide, blazing them to the ship.

"This is IC1, requesting landing clearance." Bigtone called as they approached the landing bays. "Acknowledged, IC1. Begin final approach, vector 230."

Banish moved to 230, heading toward the ship. Suddenly over the commlink he heard, "IC1, this is landing control. Landing clearance denied. Go missed approach, vector now 070. Stand by for new orders from Skyhook."

"What the hell?" Bigtone asked.

"Don't ask me. I just work here." Banish replied, deadpan.

"IC1, this is Skyhook. Vector 017 for intercept of 12 bandits."

"It never rains, but it pours." Bigtone told Banish.

"Yup. Let's get this show on the road." he told Bigtone, kicking in the burners. As he approached the enemy fighters, he noticed 4 break off and head toward them.

"Got 4 incoming." Bigtone told him.

Banish chuckled. These guys weren't very smart. He chopped the throttles and kicked in the retrothrusters, almost immediately decelerating the fighter to 0 kps. Right afterward, Bigtone got lock on the 4 bandits in turn, and Banish took a missile shot at each. As soon as he was done firing, he turned the fighter about, and raced away from the oncoming bandits. In his mirror, he saw 3 of them burst into flames as the missiles found their mark. Only one of the 4 had survived the frontal attack.

"These are my kinda odds!" Bigtone hollered at Banish.

"They'll only get better." Banish replied as he headed for the remaining bandit. He was almost out of missiles, and decided to go for guns instead. Apparently, the bandit was out as well, because he would have taken a shot or two already. As they went into the break, they passed within 15 meters of each other and broke off in opposite directions. Banish ended up breaking right, twisting his head, trying to see his enemy.

"He's at 9 o'clock, turning..." Bigtone grunted as he pressed against the high-g turn. Though fighters were equipped with inertial dampers, Banish kept them low so he could 'feel' the maneuvers.

Banish could finally see him. At the moment, he was behind the other fighter. "I'm going for separation," he announced, kicking in a small amount of retro. The minor slowdown put the bandit a little further ahead, but also brought him to Banish's 11 o'clock, low.

Pushing the nose down, he put in the burner, shooting him toward his enemy. He went below him, getting in the 'blind spot'. Keeping a little to one side, Banish could see the pilot twisting his head from one side to the other, looking for Banish. He grinned maniacally, pushed back the throttle slightly, and pulled the trigger on the laser. The small fighter disappeared.

"99 craft, this is Skyhook," the call indicated all craft currently aloft. "Move to heading 125, and enter debris field."

Banish obeyed, while Bigtone wondered aloud "What's going on now? Crazy squids..."

"Don't ask me, Big. We only get paid to fly." Banish said.

Looking behind them, Big noted "Hey, Banish, there're still 4 bandits. And their behind us."

Banish smiled. "They don't stand a chance."

[/RP]

I think that was long enough. Any inconsistancies are my fault alone.

Respectfully submitted,

Robert 'Banish' Anderson

Pilot, IC-1

GCV Chikuma

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Medical Officer's Log

Mission + 0 days 19 hours 54 minutes

Wow, things have been moving fast. Not half an hour ago everything was normal. Then things started getting tense, then very busy, then the ship started to tremble every so often, and the casualties started to come in. First a couple with lacerations, minor fractures, then a few more with minor injuries, then the trembles started getting bigger. There was a big explosion about 200 metres up the corridor from us. That's bad news, because that's right next to main life support. Started getting major burns victims from that one. More explosions. A couple of minutes later four guys get dragged up from the engine room with radiation burns. This is not good.

"Why weren't these men transported directly to medibay?"

"They need the power for other systems."

"Allen! Davison! Get all these men into isolation and treat them for radiation poisoning. Are there any more coming?"

"Another two, just behind us."

"Davison, see to them."

Then came the awful sound of the ships hull sounding like it was going to buckle under some massive strain. It kept on groaning and groaning, and we heard bits of armour tearing and shearing off the ship. It was scary, let me tell you. Thank God for inertial damping Some of the greener medics started to panic, and I couldn't really blame them, but I still had to be harsh with them to keep focussed on their jobs. There'll have to be more coming in from that. What on earth have we got ourselves into?

End Log

RP OFF

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Commander Ben Zwycky GCV Svoboda

ISS Fleet

"Nakonec pravda vitezi" (in the end the truth wins)

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Guest Ron Wallin

Mission + 0 days 20 hours 05minutes

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Personal Log: Gunnery Sgt. Diamond

Things quieted down a few minutes ago. There were no intruders this time which was good. We lost four marines anyway.

A 4 man squad and myself had just entered cargo hold 1. PFC Reynolds smartly suggested that most intruders either went for cargo or ship's systems. We were near the cargo hold, so I gave the nod and we set out to inspect there first.

Comm's went down first followed by some violent shaking by the old bird. I recognized it for what it was: missiles against the hull somewhere close. One of the hull pannels began to glow red and spider web. I yelled at the boys to hook up their safety lines and go full O2. They just stood there and stared as the pannel slagged and burst along the lines of the cracks.

I managed to grab hold of Reynolds, but he kicked me in the face. I held on only to open my blood filled eyes to see his unoccupied vest in my hands. Reynolds was one of the promising ones...

I watched all four boys float away into the vacuum. Their boddies bloated and caught on fire. I've seen space radiation do that before.

A few of the smaller cargo pods made it out the hole followed by a larger pod that blocked and sealed the breach.

Those four boys didn't have the time... well, the others will learn from their mistakes if I have to punch holes and let them watch their friends get sucked through.

I've logged their deaths. The cloning generator is hosed, according to the medic in charge. They won't be coming back.

I've got a few radiation burns, but the medbay is full. I've applied field dressing, but if the doc doesn't get me in soon I'll have scars to help me remember this event. I hope that medic gets here soon. I've got too many ghosts and no more room for four new ones.

R.I.P.

PFC, Chris Reynolds

Privates, Tom Hansen, Rick Morales, Nickolay Tchouchev.

Semper Fi, boys... Semper Fi.

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Cmdr. Akira

ICV Nevermore

Spectre, Command Staff

Base Commander, The Dojo

Official Tester

Battlecruiser Series

PS,

Blades, this thread is getting a bit long. I suggest you start a new one... It's kinda like starting new chapters in the saga smile.gif

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Flight Engineer #11, Eric Stylan

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Mission + 0 days 19 hours 55 minutes

***FLASH*** EMERGENCY DAMAGE REPORT ***FLASH***

ROUTE TO: TACOPS, TO, CO, ALL ICS, ENG

***LAUNCH BAY 4 HEAVY DAMAGE/DESTROYED***

***LAUNCH BAY 3 LIFT DAMAGED/INOP***

***FLIGHT DECK DAMAGED/OPERATIONAL***

***ALL RETURNING IC MUST VECTOR TO LB1 OR LB2***

***END FLASH***

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Personal Log Entry

Flight Engineer #11, Eric Stylan

Mission + 0 days 19 hours 59 minutes

Open Log

Too bad I'm not gonna get a chance to play cards tonight, cause this has got to be my lucky day. Me, and everybody else down here on the flight deck.

Bay 3's elevator had just started up with IC-3 when I thought I noticed the lights dim a bit then come back. I though it was a shadow from the lift at first, but by the time IC-3 got into the bay and the lift had sealed I knew what I was seeing--power drains, of a familiar and unwanted type.

"Damn," I thought, "that and those odd vibrations have got to be the shields recharging after taking hits. So much for the idea of this Scramble being an exercise. I wonder who, and what, we're up against."

I felt the familiar and strangely comforting thud as IC-3 launched. Across the way I could see IC-2 was ready to lift except for one thing, no pilot. The backseater was shouting into his comms, but I couldn't make out what he was saying. Probably telling his missing partner to quit chasing tail and get his tail in gear instead. Friggin' flyboys.

"Shodan" did show up just as I was thinking maybe he should change his callsign to "Noshow Dan." Good thing it ain't my job to score their scramble times. Anyway, IC-2 went up and out without a hitch, though I was sure we were gonna lose power to the lift at one point.

Four ICs, four launches, and four aces in the hole: namely, the four lifts sealing the launchbays off from the flight deck. That's what saved our hides when all hell broke loose.

This place is like a cavern when all the birds are gone. Pretty much empty except for the eight lift mechanisms, stretching floor to ceiling like silvery stalactite columns. When the all-hands "Brace for impact" boomed out, everybody scrambled for what little there was in the way of security. I dove for one of the columns and forced my right arm between the pneudralic relief lines and the central cylindar. Grabbing my right wrist in a deathgrip with my left hand, I was locked down and not going anywere.

That move kept me from rolling across empty deck, and nearly tore my arm out of the socket as I was swung counter-clockwise around the column, my back bending and pressing against the still warm metal. I don't know what we hit, or what hit us, but we sure as hell changed direction faster than this beast was designed to. I think I could feel every shudder and vibration of the old gal through the deckplates under my right hip.

The keening screech of metal on metal made me crane my head to the left and look up at the underside of Bay-3's lift. The jerking shifts in the column at my back filled in the story, the lifts were straining in their seals to hold the entire superstructure together. If even one of them had been down, the flight deck and launch bays would have already slewed over like a house of cards, pancaking in on themselves and likely ripping the Chikuma in half.

A explosion thundered above and to the right. I lolled my head back and could just make out the corner of Bay-4's lift, bucking and shuddering like a tin roof in a gale. But she held, and whatever hell was on the other side filling the bay was safely away from us.

That was the worst of it and the last of it, at least for the moment. Like I said, our lucky day. Out of the 10 of us here on the bay, injurys were slight; bruises, sprains, scrapes, maybe a couple of broken bones. I called in the damage report, but had Sparks hold off on calling for medics, till we see what happens next. Eight of us are fit enough to get on with the job, and the other two shouldn't have a problem resting by the turbo lift. We've got birds to catch when they come back...if they come back.

Close log

Flight Engineer #11, Eric Stylan

Mission + 0 days 20 hours 03 minutes

[RP OFF]

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I'm with Ron; time to bust out a new one.

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GCV-STRATOS

Official Tester, Battlecruiser Series

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"Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it"

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***SC-2 Flight data recorder. Internal voice recording ON***

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Damn it. One Question. One frigging question and I could have been escorting this tub instead of piloting it. I aced the simulator. At least I should be on board getting the other's ready. But noooooo. I get assigned to pilot this thing with raider bait. Gotta be bait. Who in their right mind would sell Irirdium? Bad enough we have to requisition it from galcom.

Where am I going? (checks FLIGHT PLAN) Damn, what a milk run.

[jumps to next system. ]

Damn at the raiders. What are they doing here?

[Computer] Shields are down

What??? Oh shit. This is not good.

C'mon shields . Damn shields take forever. DAmn those missile are closing fast. . Afterburn. Bank left , right, yaw. Not an easy thing. Thrust controls are too far away from nav controls. C'mon girl you can do it.

Comms: Ic1: incoming missiles request assistance.

Damnit where are they? They are supposed to be escorting me and watching my six. Roll, yaw, afterburn.

[Computer] Shields are down, damage , damage.

I know it you peice of junk!

Comms: IC1 : I really need help here guys. Quit screwing around and cover me.

So DO something about the damage! Friggin MFS. Radar lock, radar tracking, missile lock. Damned old tub . Can't even take a few good hits. Screw this I'm going home.

The HJ was operational thank goodness. I lost the missiles while sliding down the energy well for the Jump anomaly. There it was (?) jumpgate ahead of me by 40 clicks. Damn but the batteries were low. I had used to many manuevers avoiuding those missiles. But she was holding together. She might be a tub but she was sturdy. I shut off comms and the ATV and she actually jumped ahead of the Ic's on the way home.

Through the jumpgate. There was the Chimuka . Bringing the tub home. Afterburn. Shit they followed! Gotta be after my "escort" . Fat lot of good you guys did me. I'm going home.

[Computer] damage, damage.

C;mon shields. Why don't you guys pick on someone your own size? Jumpgate dead ahead.

FLASH

Chikuma, where'd ya go doll?

(More laser hits)

DAmn it what is with these guys? If you want my cargo where's your shuttle? Little tub doesn't do too awful bad. Just gotta keep ahead of those missiles.

Comms: IC-1, c,mon man. These guys are trying to kill me!. Chikuma, request permission to land.

[Computer] Damage, Damage, shields are down.

Allright I've had it, Where's those friggin mines go? Yes there they are. Come to poppa. Bingo! gotcha ya slimeball. Oh shit, this other guy is good. Well let's see how ya like playing in the jumkyard. Debris field here I come.

Shall we play hide and seek? Here I am. Made ya look. Ouch, asteroid jumped right out in front of ya did it? That'll learn ya.

Next! Ouch that hurt. Shields. Full stop. Oh no you don't! Come back here. Afterburn, tractor beam.

[Computer] Warning, shields are down.

Tell me something I don't know. Gotcha. Too bad your head didn't snap, damn guardran shields. Oh well, lets see how you like the taste of dirt. What's the matter flyboy? No attitude control while in a tractor lock? Can't get a good shot? Missile lock? Naughty, naughty. Firestars all ya got left? This will be easy, those things are stupid. Bye, bye. Another pass? still got some burn do ya. Well it's just a jump to the left. Whoa, singe your feathers back there did it? Well, I'm done playing. eat dirt.

Narrative

Flight Engineer #13 moved towards a large asteroid with the fighter in tow. The fighter bucked and twisted in the tractor beam but was held fast. As the shuttle lost altitude relative to the asteroid the fighter began scraping the ground. Sparks and plating flew from it in an amazing show of fireworks. A small outcropping finished the job and the fighter exploded. The shuttle's shields began raising as it flew to open space.

Flight engineer #13 found the Chikuma once more and switched to an external camera view in time to see it try to rip itself apart. It blazed towards the very debris field he had just left while taking several fighters with it.

Narrative off

OFF

Apparently this guy talks to himself a lot. Hope it fits. I guess I'm McKendrick? This catches this guy up. New "chapter" sounds fine to me.

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ICV Phoenix

"We Shall Arise From The Ashes"

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New chapter huh? I guess I should have though about this before. Ok gang,theres jsut a couple of more things that need to be sorted before I start a new thread.

Incidently, consider this thread as a PROLOGUE, and I'll start chapter 1 proper as soon as I see somthing appropriate here to close it. Dont forget, there are still fighters out there that need bagging. Get to it crew, times a wastin.

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GCV - TSUNAMI Ôäó

PRIME Fleet

'For Queen and country'

ICQ#31927230

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