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Preemptive Strike: Part 2


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Mission + 0 days 19 hours 49.25 minutes

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Man this tub is taking a beating, I thought as I was once again slammed into the bilges bulkhead for the umteenth time in as many minutes. What the hell are the Command pukes doing, I asked myself as I raised me face and frontside out of the sludge and grim on the waste disposal areas. I looked around and could not see my partners in crime as I tried in vain to get as much of the gunk off of my face and out of my eyes. Maybe that was why I couldn't see anybody. To much shite was in my eyes, actually I was up to my arse in it. Suddenly and without warning I was violently thrown against the opposite bulkhead by the either yet another tag by something or a sudden shift in the ship's course. A brilliant flash of light filled my vision as my cranal and body area made contact with the unyielding mass of the bulkhead. I tried desperately and in vain to maintain consciousness as I slid down the bulkhead towards and into yet another pool of undisposed waste. The last thing I remember thinking before passing out was that I would get them, I will get them all for this.

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System Engineer #13

Benni Arnald

GCV Chikuma

Hope ye dont mind me taking the liberty of creating a new thread Blades. But it did take a long time for the other one to load.

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Well, tis done now I guess. And I was so enjoying actually getting mail every day. Hrumph. Never mind, I'm not bitter (No, really) so I guess I'll let it slide. Got a feelin that this one only going to be up a few days as well, since everybody likes to put up big posts. Power to the people!

Keep it comming gang, I want an Oscar out of this. smile.gif

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Commander Blades

GCV - TSUNAMI Ôäó

PRIME Fleet

'For Queen and country'

ICQ#31927230

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"The Last Mission before I became RICH"

The story of the firstNolimit Mercenary

A NEWYORKS times bestseller..............

excerpt from chapter 1....

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yeah, I was assigned to the Chikamu, and we were kicking radier butt one day with my trusted partner, BlackJack......

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Back to the Present...........

+mission +0days +19hours +52 minutes

Lights, explosions, tracers, lasers. They were everywhere. I'm accelerating madly down toward the apparching garid. I heard the steady tone of locking on. I let go salvo of missle. Striking the Garid's massive hull. I pulled up just as the shock-wave pushed my IC like a feather up though the blackend space.

To my starboard IC-3 was breaking off, enaging another radier fighter. I don't know much about him, but this guys is DAMN good.

The orders were clear, we are to retreat toward the debris field. I don't know about rest of the gang but I was sure as hell need a damn break. I aimed my IC toward the debris and hit the afterburner. IC-1 was in front me, it quickly dispatched 3 fighters. But 4 more was comming behind his six. I locked on to a p-21, let go my last remaining missle. It found it's target. The damn raider pilots' getting slopy every fight now, guess we already killed all the good ones. That's suits me fine. I got into a high-g turn as I

pulled behind a what? Interceptor Solorain class. Whatever damn radier die! I squeeze the trigger hard. But the Interceptor doged my salvo easily. It breaked right, and down into a spiral. I followed. I quickly had it in my sight. To my supprise it went into a dead stop. Shit! I was getting cocky almost overran this guy. I squeeze off few rounds of laser at high power. I could tell that I pentraded his shield. But it didn't explode like I expect it. Suddenly I camed face to face with him, as he did a slide maunver, shooting lasers straight into my face. My front panel burst. Spraying me with shower of sparks. I was quick, as covered up my face with my arm. You pissing basta!r!d, the guy jumped out. No you don't NO you don't, it

ain't over untill I say Click Click bang bang you go boom boom! I hit the jump key and soon I found myself zooming into 'never neverland'(my term for the jump anomly)......

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Mission + 0 days 20 hours 12 minutes

Jennifer LoganÔÇÖs personal log

ItÔÇÖs been manic out in the corridors. People shouting, crewmen running, everything has gone haywire. I donÔÇÖt really know whats going on, although it looks like some sort of battle is raging around us. When daddy brought me here, he told me that this was just a good will tour, with stop offs at various alien stations to to a bit of hobb nobbing.

Seems the commander had other ideas. Or maybe fleet command. I donÔÇÖt know.

Anyway, I was in the corridor, having a look around this awesome ship when the klaxons started going, and people started pushing their way through the narrow spaces. I tried to get back to my quarters, but ended up getting lost. When the explosions started, I began to get really scared, but the worst thing was knowing how my father would react when I got back. I seemed to get stuck in place, not sure what to do or where to go. Then this pilot almost ran into me. He seemed very surprised to see me, and started shouting voer the noise of the explosions. Then a really violent crash happened, and I found myself hurtling towards him. He caught me, holding me tight in his big, strong arms.

WOW! If the girls back at school could have seen us there, it would have made them soooo jealous. The pilot, I donÔÇÖt know his name, was sooooooooo fine ItÔÇÖs almost untrue. I wonder how old he is? Anyway, as soon as things died down a bit, he took my hand and started dragging me down the corridor. He said something about getting me to his quarters, I mean MY quarters, but then we ran into some marines and he stopped them dead. He told them to take me back, but they argued. HE started to shout at them, and it seemed to intimidate them enough to do as they were told.

As he pulled away from me, I reluctantly let go of his hand. He seemed to pause a moment, before flashing a gorgeous grin at me and tearing off back down the corridor.

Hmmmmmm. It was so romantic with everything that was going on. Imagine, the ship in a desperate battle, the pilots scrambling to defend the ship, and then this man, MY man coming to my rescue, taking me away from harm and getting me back to safety. Just a shame we had to run into those marines, I could have stayed with him forever.

Anyway, the marines got me back to my quarters, and promptly threw me into daddys furious gaze. He shouted at me, and I started to cry. I tried to explain to him I had been lost, but he didnÔÇÖt want to hear any of it. He told me to grab onto something and hold tight. He cursed the commanders name, and started going on about how he was going to settle his hash when this was all over.

I wasnÔÇÖt listening. I was thinking about my pilot . . .

I hope heÔÇÖs ok out there . . . .

End Log.

Mission + 0 days 20 hours 14 minutes.

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Commander Blades

GCV - TSUNAMI Ôäó

PRIME Fleet

'For Queen and country'

ICQ#31927230

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Nice post Blades smile.gif You been reading your little sisters diary or something? You're in trouble now, David! Forget Gammulans, you've got a TEENAGE GIRL on your six, and a high ranking disapproving dad as well, no doubt smile.gif

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Medical Officer's Log

Mision +19 hours 59 minutes

Just recieved a guy in, and he sure stank. He was very lucky to be alive, though I'm not sure you can call someone lucky who was found drowning in half-treated sewage. Just thinking about it makes me want to throw up, I'm pretty sure that he'll have lost his appetite for a while.

He also had a number of fractures and severe bruising of the brain, but he should make a full recovery, unless we lose life support in here.

I've managed to release a few of the casualties, but more keep coming in, and the field medics are already working virtually non-stop all over the ship. A couple of them have come in as casualties, having been hit by flying cargo pods. It had better not get much worse, or we're going to run out of people to fly this thing.

End Log

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Commander Ben Zwycky GCV Svoboda

ISS Fleet

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

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GALCOM OPERATIONS LOG

Mission Time: +20 hours, 17 minutes

IC3 Pilot, Samuel Light, Callsign: Shadow

GALCOM operating number: 3667524

SUBJECT: Interceptor 3 Comms Monitor

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TEXT MONITOR ENABLED...RETRIEVING DATA...

DONE.

SHADOW: [Censored], Pancake! You son of a[Censored]! Get that [Censored] EMD online! I can't dodge these [Censored] missiles forever!

PANCAKE: I'm working on it! I can't get the power to switch over from the engine! You'll have to cut it so I can make the transfer!

SHADOW: What the [Censored] are you thinkin?! There are 4 P-21's and an Aestrom on our [Censored]!

PANCAKE: Maneuver then! Do something you learned at the Academy!

SHADOW: Don't you tell me what to do you [Censored] rook! I'll kick your green [Censored] you [Censored] [Censored] [Censored]!

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"How DARE that rook tell me what to do!" I thought angrily as another P-21 vectored in, this time at our 15 degree aft mark.

Ok...think, Shadow,...three on our six, one at 4:30...Ok...let's go vintage...I'll maneuver the 4:30 into thinking he'll pull a yo-yo turn, and then, barrel over to face the Aestrom, and hopefully they'll follow...yes...they will follow...they're stupid raiders. Of course they will...

Now sure of what I needed to do, I yanked back on the throttle, sending our ship into a fierce acceleration, and slowly eased the stick over...

The morons were following...

Just as I thought, the one from my 4:30 and one from the six followed through and tried to do a yo-yo maneuver, which would force me into the other pilots path of fire...but I knew better...I was fooling them.

"Hold on, rookie..." I said to my co-pilot as I forced the flight stick down, sending our ship away from the hungry wolves, and follwed that move with a barrel to put them 90 degrees above us...and to put the Aestrom dead on with our current profile...

"Oh, jeeze, Shadow...not again!"

I squeezed the trigger, sending a barrage of searing laser blasts to the waiting mammoth in front of me. I smiled as I checked my weapon stores...

"2 Questors left...just enough..."

Carefully lining myself up with the beast ahead of me, and paying close attention to the ships behind me, I locked on to the belly of the metal monster, and sent the first STS missile hurdling toward it.

It collided, sending a shower of titanium hull fragments into empty space, and leaving a gorge in the side of the ship which was noticably bigger than the hole in the first Aestrom I took down during this battle...

Like candy from a Mandorian...

The second weapon followed not long after...

There it goes...

Closer...

Closer......

Closer.........

C'mon.............

Oh baby!!! I'm almost there!!!...

And right about the time the missile should have hit, a Vandal, in a gallant effort to save the helpless behemoth I was about to slay, flew in front of the missile, and took the blow itself.

"[Censored]!" I yelled, in disbelief that a Raider would have the cranial capacity to execute such a move...

"Did you see that? Son of a [Censored]!"

"Watch your mouth in my ship, rook. I keep a clean back seat."

"But that was our only chance-"

"Ahh, poor little idiot," In interrupted,"you are so green yet. You are forgeting one thing..."

"What?" Pancake asked, unsure of what I was saying...

"We have plenty of missiles left," I replied, quippy at best.

"What do you mean?"

"Look behind us."

Pancake suddenly froze. Although I couldnt see it, I knew the expression on his face.

"Time to do it Pancake. Now, you become a man..."

With that, I punched the throttle and raced toward the hole we had just created...and when we reached it, I stopped.

I shut down the throttles right then and there, less than 5 clicks from the belly of an Aestrom...

"Get on that EMD, Pancake!"

"Yes, sir!"

As Pancake worked, I glanced out my cockpit at the marvelous damage I had done to the enemy ship...and laughed.

There, in the wounded armor, I could see 3 system engineers staring down at me from the hole I'd made. They were protected in AirSuits, and were using GravBoots...I could sense their anxiety, knowing that they were fixing something that had been destroyed by someone who was only a few meters away. Loking closer I could see one of them motioning from behind...suddenly, they moved out of the way, and laser blasts emerged from the ship.

"Hah! Would ya look at that Pancake? There are marines up there trying to shoot at us from that hole I made!"

A laser blast hit the cockpit, ebbing away a little of the armor.

"Better stop 'em Shadow. I almost have this fixed, and those P-21's are getting close, so be ready!"

"Good idea, greeny..."

I angled the ship, using the retroboosters, to face the hole once more. I watched the marines stop dead where they were, and could sense the urine running down their legs as I fired my weapon into the ship which they felt so safe and protected by. I'm sure I got them all...

"Missile inbound, sir!" Pancake screamed, startling me.

"Perfect! It's coming in dead level with the hole. Is the EMD online yet?"

"Give me one...Got it!"

I re-engaged the engines, sending the familliar hum resonating through the ships various panels...

"How close is it?"

"20 clicks and gaining, sir...15 clicks...10...5 clicks sir! 3 clicks!!! [Censored]!"

Just moments before the rocket would have destroyed Pancake and I, the throttle was thrown back, and our ship was thrown forward into space. I glanced back as the Aestrom's bridge burst into flames.

"What did I say about profanity in my ship!"

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END LOG.

MISSION TIME: +20 hours, 34 minutes

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Engineer Spencer

Personal Log

Mission + 20 hours +34 minutes

OOHHHHH!! Why does my head hurt? What is that? Oh, it's the main air conditioning duct for engineering. What's it doing on the floor? Why does the air smell like ozone and smoke? Why is the main support beam bent like a pretzel? WHAT DID THEY DO TO MY BEAUTIFUL SHIP? Must...get...to a terminal. Let's see, crafts, BC, [CENSORED]!!!!! Umm...Comms, log...They did a high energy turn? No wonder my head hurts!

End log

***Medical update****

Chief engineer Spencer

Health 54%

Fatigue 37%

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Communications log

Team 2! Team 2! Get that turret back online.

Team 4! Fix those poor abused engines.

Team 3! Radiation cleanup, all decks!

End Log

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Sorry guys, I've been down with the flu!

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Mission + 0 days 20 hours 38 minutes.

PART 1 EPILOGUE

A little over an hour ago, the GCV Chikuma and all on board we in dire peril. The bold plot to ambush the suspected raiders in Varan had nearly turned into a disatster. The ships that poured through the jump gate and into the massed barrage of turret and crab fire had been commited to their task. Their numbers overwhelmed the GalCOm ship and its static defenses. The Chikum, in retreat and badly damaged managed to execute a meneuver that would have torn a lesser ship and crew to pieces. Somehow, she managed to stay together long enough to defy the raiders ambitions, and send many of their over confident pilots to a bruning hell. However, deck plates, blown cargo pods, even unfortunate personel were blown clear during the rain of fire and exposed to the cold of vaccume.

The Interceptor pilots, out gunned but not outmatched bravely held back the advance of the raider fleet and beat them back to the jump point. Heavily damaged and out of ordinance, they chased down the remaining raiders and executed them ruthlessly.

By the time the RTB order had been acknowledged and the crew had begun emergency recovery and repair operations, the bridge had issued an SOS broadcast and patiently awaited for a recovery vessel to be dispatched.

Engineering was a mess. Concentrated weapons fire from the raiders had devastated the hyperjump engines and rendered all but maneuvering jets useless. The commanders final order to burn into the debris field had pushed the main drive system beyond itÔÇÖs limits, and had burned them out totally.

Elsewhere within the ship, hull breaches were being quickly sealed by demoralized work crews, while marines explored the effected decks for intruders and possible survivors.

In every case, they found none. Those unfortunates who had not evacuated from breached locations had been blown out into space, or smeared upon bulkheads for later identification and removal.

Medbay reported a total of 38 casualties, of which 12 were confirmed as being fatal. Several more personnel were listed as missing in action, including a team of marines that had been unfortunate enough to be within proximity of one of the larger breaches.

One technician had even almost drowned while working in the waste disposal area, when a rupture in the tank had blown him across the deck and knocked him unconscious.

As the recovery bays were repaired, the first of the Interceptor Pilots began to return.

They staggered from their devastated fighters, greeted by medical personnel and technicians alike. They were applauded for their efforts, and even Combat Officer Neena Polovoski managed to pull herself away from the bridge to congratulate them. She sent the commanders highest regards, and promised each of them a bottle of the commissioners private stash of Empirian ale.

As for crewman McKendrick, the unwitting pilot of shuttle 2, there was no applause, no recognition. His efforts had been forgotten by the command crew and his fellows, but he wasnÔÇÖt disappointed. He was just glad to be back in one piece, whole and reunited with the relative stability of the ChikumaÔÇÖs deck plates. He knew that next time he would be so eager to volunteer for shuttle duty. Still, he had his moment, knew of his own victories. That was more than enough for him . . . . .

An escort wing of fighters from the GCV Kitty Hawk arrived in the debris field two hours later, sent by their commander to watch over the grounded Chukuma until the recovery ship appeared to rescue them.

By the time this had happened, most of the critical systems had been at least partially stabilized, and the crew were able to think of the future again, instead of pondering the arrival of another raider fleet, sent in to clear up the remains of the Chikuma.

A probe sent through the jump gate into Varan monitored several badly damaged capitol ships retreating to Cronus, their few remaining fighters flying cover for the stricken fleet.

There was no doubt, the raiders would be out of commission for some time to come. The Chikumas victory had brought limited stability to the region. This by itself was worthy of congratulation.

Commisioner Logan filed several complaints against the Commander and his crew over the next few days, threatening legal action against each of them for bringing him and his daughter into a combat zone. In time, his protests would be forgotten, and no such action would be taken against the accused.

During the slow journey back to GalCom HQ, the commander and senior staff presided over burial ceremonies of the dead crew, and prayers were said for those so heroically lost. Attendance was high, and many had something to say about their lost comrades, including an inspirational speech by Sgt. Diamond.

The commander, who stood grimly at one side saluted each of the metallic coffins as they were launched into space, the frown on his face displaying the pains of grief and a look of burning pride.

Upon return to GalCOm HQ, the commander was summoned to fleet command to answer for his actions. The command staff were kept on board ship, supervising repair efforts with HQÔÇÖs own technicians to help bring the Chikuma back to operational status. The combat pilots were each granted a four day leave, as were most of the rest of the crew.

Only those recently transferred were kept on station, not yet having accumulated enough duty time to warrant leave. However, they were not expected to perform any real duties, so for the best part of their time they played a hand of cards, exchanged battle stories and even found time to contribute when boredom set in.

All the while, most were oblivious to the dark cloud that was approaching in the distance, threatening to engulf GalCom and affect the inhabitants of the entire galaxy. All over the quadrant, plans were being put into motion, secrets were being exchanged and attack strategies were being drawn up. In the weeks to come, the GCV Chikuma would play a major part in the coming events, struggling with conflicts foreign and domestic, choosing a path that would lead them to victory or death.

The struggle awaited them . . . . . . .

Mission +14 days 9 hours 30 minutes

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***** This ends the first part of the story. If you want to make posts regarding character activities during the two week refit and repair period, go ahead. An opening post that leads into the second part of the story will be posted 24 hours after this goes up, so you got time to further flesh out your character before things get really interesting. Anyhow, hope everyone is enjoying it so far. Big things are a commin. Comments on the Insanity Loves Company thread please.*****

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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: +20 hours, 58 minutes

IC3 Pilot, Samuel Light, Callsign: Shadow

GALCOM operating number: 3667524

SUBJECT: Personal Event Log Entry

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I just got the RTB order a few minutes ago, and I am heading back to the Chikuma as I am writing. The ship is on autofunction, so I dont have to strain myself trying to land. Pancake and I took a beating out there today. But at least we got 12 more Vandals before the rest of the *******s got through the jumpgate...smashed 'em while they were fleeing...like pups, yelping with their tails between their legs. Now we just have to wait and hope we get back ok. The shockwave from that last Aestrom when the reactor went critical blew one of the P-21's apart, and a piece of it's hull tore through our armor and smashed into our life support unit. It's still functional, but were holding our breath anyways. We chased those 12 down with that in mind, but I tell you what, the adrenaline was worth it! What a jump!

I'll have to assume there's a big party for the IC pilots and engineers when we get back...but I just want to put on some music and get into sleep status. God...this was one close day today...we're getting closer to the BC now...I can see IC1 in there...she's pretty banged up...looks like a few engineers are working on her now...I see some medics...and it looks like a greeting party...but wait...no...it looks like Neena Polovoski, our combat officer is down there...but I doubt she'd come out of the bridge for anything...even this...who knows.

They'll probably give us a few medals and some junk to put on our walls...

What I wouldnt give for some Emperian ale...that would help me get my rest...but that damn snob Logan and his bratty kid are hogging it all...I know they have it. Crewman Slavia told me he saw it when he was reinforcing the deck plates in the guest quarters...

Oh well...I am glad to be back in one piece...I hope McKendrick's ok...that shuttle took a walloping out there...McKendrick'll be the hero of the day...I know it...one fine crewmember...never gave up once.

We're landing now...theres a mob out there waiting for us! I hope the medics get us first...I dont need the extra pain...

END LOG.

MISSION TIME: +21 hours, 16 minutes.

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Personal Log

Medic#7 Jayce Allen

Mission Time: 6 Days +21 hours 10 minutes

Good heavens, I can't believe I'm still shaking! Last thing I remember was running towards that breached bulkhead, pulling someone away from the fire and the twisted metal flakes, slipping on the blood (or was it some kind of coolant fluid?), then...something hit me on my shoulder, sending me sprawling down the corridor,the explosion, the fireball that came towards me then...

*groan*

A doctor I've never seen before informed me I was in Galcom HQ now; of course it took him several minutes, several nurses and finally him taking me out to another room to see Earth hanging in the void to convince me of that!

They say I had a side-way concussion to my head, which slapped me into the coma I was in for the last 5 days... then he went on babbling about neuron this and meylin that ("yes-sir'ing" him all the time... just as I did on my medic training). I gotta remember to look those things up.

I wonder who picked me up in the Chikuma, I owe that person my life. Computer, set the last sentence in my personal to-do list.

*Twiddle*

The Chikuma seems to have received a beating too... the shuttle pilot (the dude that flew the shuttle during the battle..I forget his name.. holy smokes!, I hope that neuron thing dont mean brain damage..) brought me a holopicture of the Chikuma as it entered the launch bay.. wow! That old tin can really got a hell of a beating, I wonder how the heck we survived that.

Hah! I also have with me a copy of my graduation diploma sent to me by Crewman Jones.. the original seemed to have been burned when a power line struck my bunk,(setting it on fire) during the battle...fancy that. Must remember to thank that guy...

END LOG


Outgoing Personal E-mail

Awaiting GALCOM CENSOR BOARD Review

From: Jayce Allen (Medic, attached to GCV Chikuma)

To: Jennine Allen

Subject: Still here mom!

Mom: Just wanted to let you know I'm ok, my injuries weren't serious, I merely got knocked unconcious during the fighting. Im in Galcom HQ's medical facility, room # 43545, give me a call when you get home. Oh, and call Anna and tell her to call me too...and remind her to feed my cat.

*Message Ends*

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Mission +0 days 19 hours 47 minutes

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I entered the hangar bay and leapt up the ladder into the cockpit of IC-2. Gambit slapped my shoulders roughly. ÔÇ£About time you got here, skip!ÔÇØ

I nodded, securing my helmet, running through the last minute checks for a hot launch. The canopy clicked shut, cutting out the noise outside. Instantly, the mayhem in the bays was replaced by the low thrum of the reactor and the familiar whine of the engines. I stood ready, patiently awaiting the order to launch. Another violent explosion ripped through the ship. I had no idea what the hell hit us, nor did I have time to wonder. The ship stopped rocking just long enough for Gambit and I to be launched forward into space. We made an excellent team for all of his constant bickering, demanding that I stick to the regs. He was experienced as I was, but he still didnÔÇÖt know when to keep his mouth shut.

The cluttered activity of the bays gave way to the burning fury of space combat. Fighters swarmed around us, the Cap ships not far behind. I targeted the first P-21 and went after him.

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Mission +2 days 6 hours 15 minutes

ÔÇ£That was the beginning of my sortie in that battle, kid. I had no idea just how bad it was going to be, though. Nor how close Gambit and I were going to come to buying it.ÔÇØ

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Mission +0 days 19 hours 56 minutes

The Chikuma pulled an insane maneuver. It took me a moment to register the movement, and I had to look twice to ensure that I wasnÔÇÖt hallucinating. The BC pulled an impossibly tight turn right before our eyes, then ignited the main engines, swallowing several ships in the sudden inferno. ÔÇ£Mother of God.ÔÇØ Gambit whispered. I shook my head, unable to believe what was happening. For a moment, a crazy image flashed through my head. A cartoon BC, like the old animated movies from the 20th century, bending and twisting its way through the enemy lines. If I hadnÔÇÖt known better, I would have said that the ship was slightly bent. Several external explosions raked across the ship, consistent with the stress the ship had to be going through. For a moment, I thought we were going to lose her.

Thankfully, she held firm, maintaining structural integrity. I could tell she was pushing herself hard, yet she didnÔÇÖt give up. I would have to look up the team who built the thing and buy them a round or twenty!

A P-21 soared past me, and I turned to follow. What I didnt see was the missile on its ass. I swung directly into its path. It was close. I shouted as the missile burned a long furrow down the canopy. Big problem

The missile detonated behind the vandal right in front of my fighter. Debris slammed into the shields and sliced deep into the armor. Between the detonating fighter and the missile, we were screwed. Gambit gave me the specs. Shields gone, armor down to 20%. Several other systems were shot to hell. Life support was barely functioning. I didnt need him to tell me that. Every, and I mean every screen in my section of the cockpit had been smashed. Smoke filled the cockpit and I could barely see. Gambit, however, was still able to make out his displays.

ÔÇ£IÔÇÖm blind, Gambit! You do the Rio bit, IÔÇÖll do the pilot bit! Tell me where they are, and IÔÇÖll pop them!ÔÇØ I closed my eyes, unable to handle the intense smoke. I secured the faceplate of my helmet, but it wouldnÔÇÖt do any good for a while yet.

He relayed the info while trying to life support running again. ÔÇ£Bandit at 6:00 high heading away from us. Bring her around to the right and weÔÇÖll get the angle! IÔÇÖm gonna see what I can do with this life support system!ÔÇØ

I brought the IC around to face the P-21, then ÔÇÿburned toward it. Gambit called out the distance, then the smoke dissipated enough for me to see. I closed within weapons range, then fired six rapid shots, shredding the shields of the fighter and slicing into the armor. The last bolt must have penetrated the reactor. The fighter vanished behind a white-hot explosion. Debris scattered in all directions, but I managed to dodge all but the smallest fragments.

A pair of lasers lanced past, and I turned to see a P-21 holding tight on our tail. ÔÇ£Get those shields up, Gambit!ÔÇØ I shouted back at him.

ÔÇ£IÔÇÖm trying, skip!ÔÇØ Gambit responded quickly.

The P-21 scored a direct hit on the aft end of the craft. The tiny ship jolted violently. The wail of a missile lock shrieked in my ear. The EMD went active before I even thought to shout the command, then I kicked in the retros. The missile streaked from the Vandal, heading straight for us. I rolled the fighter and toggled the VTOL engines. I applied full vertical thrust, then switched to standard flight and hit the ÔÇÿburners, reversing the roll and banking the other direction. The missile tried to curve, but lost the lock. It detonated well behind us.

The Vandal was still behind us. Three more bolts flashed past, the fourth slamming into the engine again. IÔÇÖd had enough of this game. I twisted the stick, swinging the fighter to face him, then hit the retros. I started firing burst after burst. The pilot must have been looking at his instruments or something when I had turned. He didnÔÇÖt even see the shots melting through the canopy. The fighter exploded, the cloud of debris drifting past us as I kicked the fighter into full burn back toward the Chikuma.

That almost ended my career right there. Gambit called out the power spike just as the IC began to shudder. I killed the ÔÇÿburners while Gambit assessed the damage. ÔÇ£Engines at 20% efficiency, and the reactor is almost nil. Another burst like that and weÔÇÖll lose it.ÔÇØ

He looked back at the remains of what had been the rear section of the craft. ÔÇ£The tail stabilizers are shot up pretty badly, and one of the engines is completely useless. Looks like weÔÇÖre going to have to limp home.ÔÇØ

We watched the battle from a distance, seeing fighters disintegrating here and there. Two bright suns, probably cap ships, flared before us. Then Gambit called out the news I had been waiting to hear. ÔÇ£TheyÔÇÖre retreating back through the gate!ÔÇØ

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Mission +1 day 2 hours 13 minutes

After that, all I could think about was getting back aboard ship. We eventually landed in the worst damned bays you ever did see. If I hadnt known better, Id have said we were dealing with a relic of a ship from the 17th century. We were patted on the back for a job well done, then I went to check on the status of the two guests we had aboard. Good thing for those marines that she was safe. Would have been hell to pay if anything had happened to her and her father would have had nothing to do with it. I take my responsibilities seriously, you see. After the celebrations, we were towed back to Galcom HQ for repairs. I had four days of R&R and no place to spend it in. So I decided to spend it here, in the bar. Not on the ship, though. The galley was still being repaired. No, this was a wonderful earth-side bar. Id always had a fondness for this place. The drinks are pure heaven! Especially after a hell like that! The bartender was an ex-pilot, so he knew what I and the other frequent flyboys wanted. Something hard to slam us on our asses before we have a second to think.

Unfortunately, I was smarter than that. I had quit early, making sure I had a clear head in the morning. Gambit had booked some time in the simulator. We were going to run through what had happened out there. If it happens once, it could happen again. We were trying to keep that friendly fire incident from ever happening again. My reflexes for it were getting faster, but I hadnÔÇÖt beaten the scenario without sustaining significant damage. First the shields for the second time, then the engines. Then the lasers were slagged. The fourth time saw us incinerated completely. The jerk always set it up to happen at a random time. Once, just to really piss me off, he had timed the accident to occur seconds after the launch. If he hadnÔÇÖt been laughing so hard, I would have decked him!

Well, it was time to change that little losing streak. I got up, slipped on a fresh jumpsuit and headed out to meet Gambit at the base.

Mission +2 days 6 hours 30 minutes

He was waiting for me at the door. ÔÇ£Ready for the morning thrashing, skip?ÔÇØ He said, grinning. ÔÇ£YouÔÇÖll never expect the diversion I have planned for you this time!ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£YouÔÇÖve thrown everything but the sink, Gambit. You wonÔÇÖt get me this time.ÔÇØ IÔÇÖd like to think that after twenty-three years of lifeÔÇÖs little experiences, the last five being in Galcom, that I would know what he was thinking.

He started up the program and we launched. The sims are the best, simulating actual combat, stopping the experience only at the point of death. The G-forces, atmosphere, everything, is 100% real. The combat was the same as it had been before. The ships were all there, the same numbers and vectors, the comms traffic repeating exactly as it had in the battle. It was precisely as it had been when the battle had occurred.

I banked to follow the P-21s tail, but I knew what was coming next. I made ready to dodge the missile. Waiting waiting

The SOB was right. I never expected the distraction he had planned.

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I had just been released from the MediBay when I heard the word, "...Team 3! Radiation cleanup, all decks!..." Man what is up with this prick. We are gonna get a tow to GALCOM-HQ for repairs and refit. We dont need to be cleaning up the decks. Galcom has an army of system engineers that dont do squat! But good old team 3 is still on the Chief's Top 10 list. 'Tis strange though, Team 1 was not mentioned. They had better be dead, that's all I can say, else Jonesy and his pals will not have to be worried about where to find the Chief's next cola. Cola, I got his cola all right. Hmmmm, that stuff is still contriband too. Maybe, just maybe I can pull it off. Time for me to put an end to these pricks. Revenge is sweet but paybacks, hehehe, now that is an entirely different topic. Now where did I leave that number at....

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Benni Arnald

GCV Chikuma

Blades, the stage is set and I have begun! wink.gif

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PREEMPTIVE STRIKE : PART TWO

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Mission + 14 days 13 hours 5 minutes

Commanders Personal Log

The refitted Chikuma left dock a little under an hour ago. So far, all the updated systems seem to be in working order. We are preparing for a shield and reactor test while en route to Pluto, and should have completed the armor reinforcement by the time we enter orbit.

I must say, I was relieved to get away from HQ after the last two weeks. My time with Fleet Commander Stiles was beginning to get tiresome, but it was necessary to the task ahead. He filled me in on a few loose points, and made sure to congratulate me on my fine work in and around Varan. It seems that the operation will proceed as scheduled, even though there have been some minor breaches in security. Apparently, an insurgent agent was on the staff for a time, and was only discovered while attempting to transmit the delegations transit coordinates back home. ItÔÇÖs a good thing it was intercepted, or things could have gone very badly for us over the next few weeks. Still, the transmit ion was halted almost immediately and the Insurgent detained.

Despite them being the domestic enemy, you gotta admire their dedication to the things they believe in. Just a shame they cant play nice and accept the governments rules. Still, they were useful to us a few years back when they pretty much rescued us from Gammulan extermination. Things would be a lot different now if they hadnÔÇÖt been around to assist.

Anyway, weÔÇÖre at half power until we given the new engines time to adjust to our mixed up power consumption formula. Chief Spencer informs me that even though we have upgraded shield and reactor systems, we still shouldnÔÇÖt push too hard for combat duty until all the transition bugs are worked out. IÔÇÖll see what I can do to accommodate him.

In the mean time, IÔÇÖm going to start to schedule some combat drills to prepare the crew for the important duty. ItÔÇÖs only a matter of time now before everything happens, and I donÔÇÖt want us to be caught off guard when/if things get messy. Hopefully they wont. This crew deserves better than what fate has handed down to us. Hmmmm. I say fate, but what I really mean is Fleet Commander Stiles. God, I really hope heÔÇÖs right about this.

No, scratch that, I know heÔÇÖs right. We have to maintain strength and readiness. We canÔÇÖt allow our enemies to get the upper hand and dictate to us the way the game is played.

Sigh . . . . . of course, there is still the chance that our enemies already know whatÔÇÖs going on. If security wasnÔÇÖt tight enough, or the right people learn the wrong things, then everything we have worked so hard for would be for naught. We dare not let that be the case. Everything would collapse if that happened.

I have to keep the faith. The mission will succeed and right will prevail. It has to.

End Log

Mission + 14 days 13 hours 8 minutes

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GCV - TSUNAMI Ôäó

PRIME Fleet

'For Queen and country'

ICQ#31927230

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Chief Spencer

Personal Log

Mission + 14 days 12 hours 16 minutes

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Well, they've patched the old girl up again, and we've been sent back into the fray. I'm still not sure how she stayed together while we were towed home. Engineering even smells new, thanks to the new ventilator duct, but the welding scars on the main support brace tell the tail. Unlike the old days of the Navy, where time was something sailors had too much of, what with the speed of those old tubs, today there just isn't time to paint everything. Engineering will bear the scars of that encounter for a long time.

Ah well... To business.

The upgrades are proceeding on schedule, and a vital systems test is scheduled for later today, but I am uneasy. The damage was extensive, and two weeks was barely enough time to get the job done. Some engineer, working his eighteenth hour of overtime probably put a red wire where a blue wire is supposed to go. I've passed my concerns on to the Commander, although he of course can make no promises.

Off to another shift. I'm going to let up on team 3 for a while, and see if they've learned their lesson.

END LOG

******Medical Update*****

Health 100%

Fatigue 5%

Fit for duty: Yes

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GALCOM OPERATIONS LOG

Mission Time: +14 days 18 hours, 58 minutes

IC3 Pilot, Samuel Light, Callsign: Shadow

GALCOM operating number: 3667524

SUBJECT: Personal Event Log Entry

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I havent written in a while...

I think I'll write about my PlanetSide leave.

R&R was great...although I spent a bit of time in the simulators on commanders orders, I enjoyed it alot. While patrolling my usual PlanetSide route when on earth, I stumbled upon what could only be described as a beautiful flower among a field of weeds. Her name: Stephanie. Wow...what a piece of work. And whats more: she is an engineer trnasfer to the Chikuma! She'll be working on team 3, whateverthat means. She's going to replace one of the engineers that suffered a head wound...he's in a coma now, or something. We left him behind at GALCOM HQ. I'll bet he'll be surprized when he wakes up...

ALso, my sweet machine is back in commission...they even retrofitted her with some spare Xenotitanium Polycarbon counpound plating...the kind they use on the X-88 GHAV

Ground Heavy Assault Vehicle. Those things can take a direct hit from a vagrant and survive. I also heard that the armor will withstand a blast at the molecular level from a Bungor at 500 clicks! Imagine what mt IC can take now! Unfortunately, I sacrificed a little speed for the upgrade. I have a max of 1000...but I can outmaneuver a closing STS missile at 400, so I dont think the effect will be much...

***INCOMING TRANSMISSION FROM CREWMEMBER HOFFMAN, STEPHANIE A.***

///pause log

///display message

please wait...

To: Sammy

From: Stephanie

Subject: Galley tonight?

Hi there Sammy,

I was wondering, since I am quite new to the Chikuma, would you like to spend our ODT in the galley tonight? I would really like to talk again...you seem so...well...interesting.

So if you think you'd like to go, you can drop by my quarters around 1800. I'll be waiting!

END TRANSMISSION. HAVE A NICE DAY.

///resume log

Wow...I'd better go get ready...it's 1656...I dont have much time...

END LOG.

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Mission + 19 days 7 hours 55 minutes

Commanders Personal Log

Five days out, and still nothing much to do. We have been sitting in Sirius for the last two days, watching a variety of alien and human vessels swoop through the system on their way to, or from Sol. Apart from that, nothing much has been going on.

Chief Spencer is complaining about a series of seemingly random system malfunctions and Comms officer Reynolds has gone down with some sort of stomach illness. HeÔÇÖs down in med bay right now, getting treatment from the CMO.

The new crew seem to have settled in well. I had Jensen do the greet and speech thing for me while I was still having discussions with Stiles. Still, I spose I should make the effort to personally greet them, although IÔÇÖve already had a run in with one of the new engineers. What was her name? Stephanie I think. Assigned to team three.

Hmmmmm. I found myself thinking about her late last night. Imagining how inappropriate it would be to have a date with a member of the crew. Hell, it was a breach of protocol for one thing, for another, relationships between crewmembers is not encouraged simply because of the nature of our duty. However, I donÔÇÖt dictate to the crew how they spend their off hours, and I wont interfere with any relationships that happen on my ship. Providing, of course, that the relationship doesnÔÇÖt interfere with ships operations. If I find a buttock imprint on any of the ships terminals, IÔÇÖll personally drag those responsible to med bay and have them neutered.

For another thing, I couldnÔÇÖt ask her out because IÔÇÖm her commander and she one of my crew. It wouldnÔÇÖt be right. People would feel uncomfortable around her. The Chief would have a fit. Hehehe. Maybe it isnÔÇÖt such a bad idea after all.

IÔÇÖll have to think on it some more . . . I wonder what duty shift sheÔÇÖs on right now?

Maybe IÔÇÖll stop by engineering and see whats goin on . . . a quick inspection . . . innocent enough . . . . . . the commander has every right to inspect his crew . . . . .

Computer, pull engineering team threeÔÇÖs rota from memory and display from da-

ÔÇ£Commander to the bridge!ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Bridge, this is the commander. On my way . .

Oh well, looks like life is once again interfering with my private thoughts. IÔÇÖll have to resume this line of thinking at another time. Shame, but duty calls.

ÔÇ£Computer, end log.ÔÇØ

Mission + 19 days 8 hours 2 minutes

Commander Stone entered the bridge in a less than graceful manner. He had been daydreaming since he left his quarters, and had forgotten about the malfunction in the bridgeÔÇÖs main entrance access door. He collided with the unopened panel and cursed loudly enough to startle the night shift duty officer.

ÔÇ£Commander Stone!ÔÇØ said the surprised officer. ÔÇ£Are you ok, sir?ÔÇØ

Stone forced himself through the gap and slowly made his way over to his command chair. The nervous junior officer evacuated the seat as he approached, pulled his uniform in place and saluted his C.O.

ÔÇ£IÔÇÖm fine.ÔÇØ The commander said, rubbing his nose gently to soothe the pain. ÔÇ£Nothing the good doctor cant fix.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Aye, sir.ÔÇØ Replied the junior.

Commander Stone took his seat, and briefly leaned back and took in a breath. ÔÇ£Whats our status?ÔÇØ

The junior officer handed a datapad to Stone and then began to summarise the nights events. ÔÇ£Sir, we are on a slow orbit of the primary markers within this system. We past marker three 2.5 hours ago, and we are due to intersect with marker 4 in another 45 minutes. Helm is on automatic, engineering has reported another minor malfunction in the targeting system. Apart from that, itÔÇÖs dead quiet sir. Or rather, was, sir.ÔÇØ

Stone nodded as he looked over the pad. Pretty much routine. Nothing here to warrant the commanders attention. ÔÇ£Why did you call me to the bridge then mister . . . . ?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Stewart, sir. Kyle Stewart.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Why did you call me to the bridge in the middle of the night, mister Stewart?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£We are receiving a priority data packet from HQ, sir. Marked F.Y.E.O.ÔÇØ

Stone frowned. ÔÇ£Has it finished transmitting yet?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Yes sir. At least the first part, sir.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Good. Transfer it to my MFD Stewart.ÔÇØ

Stewart hurredly carried out his instructions. A moment later, Stone found himself looking down at the MFD and manually entering his access code.

The last digit in place, the terminal bleeped in an accepting manner. The terminal screen darkened, and two brief lines of text began to fill the screen. Stone read them, one after the other. He read them again, just to confirm.

ÔÇ£Have you been able to authenticate this mister Stewart?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Not yet sir. The computer is authenticating and decoding both parts now. We should have verification in moments.ÔÇØ

Stone took the time awaiting for authentication to ponder the nature of the second transmition. It could be mission orders, or a fleet wide briefing, maybe even personal instructions from Fleet Commander Stiles. Whatever it was, it was serious. So serious in fact, that it had been given an Omega designation.

ÔÇ£Mister Stewart, have you been able to authenticate an Omega designation?ÔÇØ

Stewart quickly tapped into his computer terminal. He shook his head, and again re-verified the data packets security signature. Reluctantly, he nodded at his commander. ÔÇ£Aye sir. IÔÇÖve confirmed the packet as Omega.ÔÇØ

Stones stomach tightened. Something was up. Omega was a disaster broadcast, reserved for the most urgent of matters.

Only used four times previously since GalComs creation, the last time it was used was when hostilities between GalCom and the Gammulans developed into all out war.

ÔÇ£Understood.ÔÇØ Said Stone. ÔÇ£Alert the senior staff, have them report to their duty stations immediately.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Aye sir.ÔÇØ

Something was up. Something bad.

Neena Polovoski quickly dragged herself into her uniform and rushed out of her quarters and nearly collided with Tamara Jensen.

They both quickly exchanged apologies, before hurrying up the corridor and towards a turbo lift that would take them closer to the bridge.

ÔÇ£You have any idea whats going on?ÔÇØ asked Jensen.

ÔÇ£None at all.ÔÇØ Replied the combat officer. ÔÇ£Although we donÔÇÖt appear to be under attack. The bridge officer would have signaled battle stations in a micro second if anything like that was happening.ÔÇØ

Jensen agreed. ÔÇ£Maybe a surprise drill?ÔÇØ

Neena shook her head. ÔÇ£No, the commander is required to disclose that kind of info to the executive officer, which as far as I understand is still me. And he didnÔÇÖt.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£You got any ideas then Neena?ÔÇØ

The combat officer had a few, but wasnÔÇÖt about to disclose that to the helmsman. ÔÇ£I havenÔÇÖt got a clue Tams, although whatever it is, itÔÇÖs probably bad.ÔÇØ

The pair reached the turbo lift and were quickly transported near to the bridge. A few moments later, they pushed themselves through the malfunctioning doorway and took their positions.

ÔÇ£Flight officer on station.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Combat officer on station, sir.ÔÇØ

Stone nodded at each of them from his command chair as they spoke. Moments later, the remainder of the senior officers were in attendance at the bridge.

Chief Spencer was the last to report, coming up behind the CMO and a reluctant Reynolds in tow.

ÔÇ£Whats this about, commander?ÔÇØ asked Spencer.

Stone ignored him. He was busy reading through the second part of the data packet transmittion.

The crew patiently awaited his response. Moments passed, then an entire minute. Finally, the commander cleared the new text from his MFD and leaned forward in his command chair, his head falling into his outstretched hands.

ÔÇ£Mister Stewart, you are relieved.ÔÇØ

The junior officer quietly acknowledged him with a ÔÇ£Yes sir.ÔÇØ And then made his way off the bridge.

The rest of the bridge crew were deadly silent and looking over to the commander, each with their own deep look of concern on their tired faces.

ÔÇ£Mister Reynolds, lock out all access to the communications array. I donÔÇÖt want anything coming in or going out again until I give the order.ÔÇØ

Reynolds looked surprise. ÔÇ£All access sir?ÔÇØ

Stone nodded.

ÔÇ£Aye commander.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Mister Spencer, I want this ship prepped for battle readiness within the hour. Navigation, lock out the navitron computer completely. I want that thing offline and dismantled.ÔÇØ

Both officers acknowledged without question, although they each were baffled by their orders.

ÔÇ£Helm, disable autopilot and manually take us to the sol jump gate.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Aye aye, sir.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Mister Polovoski?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Yes commander?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Get the marines prepped for combat, and put us on red alert.ÔÇØ

Neena Polovoski frowned at her commander. ÔÇ£Sir, whats going on?ÔÇØ

Stone rounded at her. His eyes were alive with frenzied activity, as if trying to rationalize the thoughts going on within his head. He seemed to be struggling to keep from bursting into a rage, but gradually managed to calm himself down.

ÔÇ£We just received an Omega directive mister Polovoski.ÔÇØ

The combat officer nearly gasped. ÔÇ£Omega, sir?ÔÇØ

Stone nodded. ÔÇ£Yes, and the follow up packet has briefed me on the situation.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£What was it commander?ÔÇØ asked the CMO.

Reluctantly, but well within protocol, the commander explained the contents of the second data packet. In turn, each of the senior officers looked to one another as if to ask for personal verification of the terrible news they had just heard.

ÔÇ£Oh my god.ÔÇØ Whispered Jensen from her console. ÔÇ£When did it happen?ÔÇØ

Stone glared at her. ÔÇ£A little under thirty minutes ago.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Has it been confirmed?ÔÇØ asked Reynolds.

Stone nodded at nobody in particular. ÔÇ£It has. No survivors. The bodies have been positively identified. There is no doubt.ÔÇØ

Ailsa Strang was finding the news difficult to accept. ÔÇ£Theres got to be some sort of mistake commander. The security is so tight on these thin-ÔÇ£

ÔÇ£There is no mistake mister Strang. ItÔÇÖs been confirmed. ItÔÇÖs happened.ÔÇØ

A moment of silence passed on the bridge, each officer locked into their own private thoughts. Finally, the commander again broke the silence.

ÔÇ£Mister Polovoski, alert the marines and put the ship on red alert.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Aye sir.ÔÇØ She replied, and began tapping into her console.

As the alarm klaxons began to whine throughout the ship, those officers not needed on the bridge began returning to their primary stations. Those on the bridge continued with their previous orders, and the commander, still shaken from the devastating news pondered his next actions.

ÔÇ£Mister Reynolds?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Aye commander?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Prepare or a ship wide announcement. ItÔÇÖs time we told the crew whats going on.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Understood sir.ÔÇØ

Stone leaned back into his command chair, and wiped a hand across his sweaty brow.

ÔÇ£God help us all.ÔÇØ

Mission + 19 days 8 hours 19 minutes

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GCV - TSUNAMI Ôäó

PRIME Fleet

'For Queen and country'

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Chief Spencer's Personal log

Mission + 19 days 6 hours 40 minutes

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If I find the person who supervised the repairs of this ship I'm going to keelhaul him! Things worked well for a couple of days, and then everything from the bridge door the main computer started to fail randomly. I've checked the computer for viruses, and came up clean. I just don't get it. I've got all four teams running ragged trying to get things fixed. The new crew is settling in well. I've put the most promising, Sys. Eng. 1st class Stephanie Hoffman, on team 3 in an attempt to get some productivity out of them. I'm not sure it was a good idea though, as %#@&@&$$$&^ eehkjgnwlk908#$&$## 39$#$&33%&$*$$#^2$%#$ 345^@gdkkjsdf546bhlkf

*******Commlink Log Subsystem Crash********

Error code: C546346

Stack dump:

00000h 00000h 00001h 00000h 00000h

15454h 653ach bd158h 32634h 34566h

45664h 4773ch 46745h 44566h 34555h

Rebooting...*...*...*

Galcom proprietary BIOS V29.1

Testing Memory....Passed

Testing CPU.......Passed

Recovering Log....Failed

Part of the Log: Spencer+19/6/40.log is corrupted. Contact the Engineering Department for Assistance

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OOh! Intrigue, Mystery and romantic tension! Too bad the stodgy Chief Spencer won't get any. wink.gif

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GALCOM Mission Log

Elapsed Mission Time: +14 days 18 hours, 53 minutes

Stephanie A. Hoffman, Engineer

Personal Log Entry

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Well...I am finally settled in this new ship...it's really interesting. I never expected the Chikuma, at lease when she came into spacedock at GALCOM HQ, to ever leave again...by the looks of her aft suspension and the damaged systems interfaces all over the internals of the craft, and not to mention the gaping holes from missile breaches, I thought for sure she'd be scrap...I was almost sorry to get the surprize transfer onboard that I did...But I guess I know her pretty well, seeing as I was in charge of coming up with a repair/replacement strategy, and then executing it...and...well...I may have found a romantic interest...his name is Samuel...Samuel Light. I met him in the Pegasus Nebula...a lounge I frequented on Earth. He is...well...AMAZING...I keep telling myself that duty romance is no thing to keep...but I know it's worked before! Something inside of me tells me I should ask him to the galley tonight...I know it wouldnt be much, but we both have 12 hours of ODT...besides...what else is there onboard a BC? It's not exactly a romantic environment...though I suppose we might go to the aft viewport. We are facing a major nebula, and he'd be the type to describe it in a really romantic way...hmmmm...maybe I should drop him a line...I met the commander...He seems to be a nice guy. Although, I've never been partial to officers, seeing as they sometimes make unheard of maneuvers and decisions...and he looks at me really wierd...he kind of stares into my eyes like a...well...he reminds me of a Mandorian, I guess...just kind of...well...stone...I think I will send that message...I really would like to see Sammy again...

///pause log

To: Sammy

From: Stephanie

Subject: Galley tonight?

Hi there Sammy,

I was wondering, since I am quite new to the Chikuma, would you like to spend our ODT in the galley tonight? I would really like to talk again...you seem so...well...interesting.

So if you think you'd like to go, you can drop by my quarters around 1800. I'll be waiting!

///resume log

There...I did it...I hope he comes...

I'd better go...I should at least put on a clean uniform. This one has coolant stains.

END LOG.

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GALCOM OPERATIONS LOG

Mission Time: +15 days 16 hours, 14 minutes

IC3 Pilot, Samuel Light, Callsign: Shadow

GALCOM operating number: 3667524

SUBJECT: Personal Event Log Entry

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///COMMAND:ENCRYPT LOG.

Voice Authorization:

Light, Samuel, 3667524.

DNA AND RETINA SCANS APPROVED. PROCEEDING WITH ENCRYPTION. PASSWORD:**** *** ***** *

displaying data...

Last night was INCREDIBLE! I...well...I am at loss for words. I hardly feel like putting this in a log entry would be enough...I feel as though I should paint a picture...I spent the whole evening with her...we talked over a hardly romantic nurtipack, and it seemed as though both of us pointed out the fact that the galley could never be considered a date, much less a romantic spot to rendezvous. Afterwards, we walked to the aft viewport and looked at the Kradlegna Nebula...beautiful to say the least...she asked me to describe it for her...well...I did, but I hadn't gotten through the second sentence before our lips were locked. I have never kissed a girl like that...it felt...well...immense...I felt warm inside...kind of like when you get an adrenoplasma injection...after that I walked her to her quarters, kissed her again, and went to my bunk to get some SS. It took me a full 16.3 minutes to get into SleepStatus! I could hardly believe it! I felt like I was in suspended animation! I was there, but my outside world was shut off...

This girl is like a teleport out of null space for me...

END LOG

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Personal Log

Medic#7 Jayce Allen

Mission + 16 days 10 hours 33 minutes

//Begin Log//

After days of endless tests, scans and other unpleasant body examinations, the fine doctors at Galcom HQ returned me to active duty. I must say I'm very impressed by these folks, they sure know their stuff... it also makes me feel guilty I know so little and yet I call myself a medic. Maybe I should resign, I don't know... what would I do if I did? All I wanted to do is travel the stars.

*sigh*. In any case, I dont have time to think about this, my orders just arrived: "Return to GCV Chikuma for Active Duty" at 0600 hours tomorrow.

//END LOG//

Personal Log

Medic#7 Jayce Allen

Mission + 17 days 6 hours 45 minutes

//Begin Log//

The Medical Officer is a such a great person when not in uniform! We met in the rec room before my shift started. I don't know why I decided to spill my soul on the chief... I told everything: my half assed medic training, my personal doubts in my abilities as a medic, my dream of traveling the stars, my past, EVERYTHING short of my pathetic private life.

I was expecting a stern look or a smack across my face. But the chief merely wrote it all down on his datapad and said that it would be reviewed and that I would be informed of any decision concering my status as a Medic.

The chief was all smiles.. its quite spooky...and its freaking me out. The next few days are going to be a living hell for me..I hate to wait while others decide my life.. what was I thinking!!!! Mom's gonna kill me! ARGH

//END LOG//

Personal Log

Medic#7 Jayce Allen

Mission + 19 days 8 hours 12 minutes

//Begin Log//

I cant believe it!!!! I got assigned to Team 4 instead of being kicked out! WOW! This is too weird for words... Sometimes I bang my head against the bulkhead just to make sure Im not dreaming.

The Chief's message said something about me being a good choice for Team 4; my half-marine, half-medic training made me an ideal candidate to accompany any away teams/assault groups and to sit on the flightbay to keep the wounded pilots alive until the emergency med team arrived at the flightbay. I was so thrilled I was ran through the Chikuma's corridors hugging everyone I stumbled into.

After a few dirty looks and many curses AND a broken nose (man, that was one ANGRY engineer!... he seemed to be angry even before I ran into him. I hope it wasn't because of the cola I made him spill...but to punch me just for that..sheesh what a jerk!) I bumped into Crewman Jones.

I thanked him a million times for saving my diploma.. and then I told him the good news. His face turned pale, he said something about a low survival rate, some horror stories of Marines using Medics as cover/bait in combat situations (which I dont believe..what kind of an idiot would kill his Medic? What really got me worried is that those Marines dont look to bright either... brr!), and other painful stuff that could happen to me there.

I don't care about the risks, for the first time in my life it seems I fit somewhere.

I'll do some research on this new position anyway.. Jones gave me the creeps.

Mom.. gotta call mom...

//END LOG//

[RP OFF]

Well, there ya go, I cought up.

This Medic has a slight case of cowardice (think: The first time you drove in traffic kind of fear of everyone else),so feel free to boss him, pick on him, etc. Just remember you *may* need him in the future, and this medic loves to claim payback "the bene gesserit way" *grin*.

BTW, who is playing the Med Officer?

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Mission + 2 days 13 hours 13 minutes

I managed to find that number and was able to contact one of my old buddies. What amazed me most during our ensuing encounters was that he wasn't incarcerated somewhere. Miggoletto is not one of UFN's better citizens. His perspective of life within the UFN's confines is not, hmmmm, within the accepted norms.

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Mission + 5 days 11 hours 21 minutes

Yes! Paydirt! Miggoletto managed to find the items I requested. This will be good. Now to mount these 'vid recorders in the Russian Wench's and the Marine Gunny's quarters, and get this cola aboard the ship.

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Mission + 7 days 12 hours 49 minutes

Phase 1 is complete. Had to delay 'vid recorder installation a few hours. That prick Spencer had us installing some new experimental armor plate on IC3. We couldn't find the installation directions so we did the best that we could. At least the prick is not watching us all the time know. Maybe he is enjoying the special cola blend that Jones keeps fetching for him. Sooner or latter he will be caught. God I'd love to see the look on that prick Spencer's face when the custom authorities nab him for illegal substances.

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Mission + 8 days 3 hours 5 minutes

I guess the prick is feeling good now. He seems to have eased off of Team #3 a tad. I'd still like to see him sucking vacuum though. We completed repairs to the MediBay. The cloning device took a beating. We had to replace it completely. While we were at it, the prick had us do a software upgrade. Miggoletto came through for me once again. I managed to plant a trojan into the system. I keyed its activation to when that medic, Medic #7, Jayce Allen, logs onto the terminal. It took me a while but I managed to remove all my traces and planted evidence at that prick Spencer. So much for Officer immortality wink.gif

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Mission + 8 days 9 hours 35.75 minutes

Finally get a break. I cleaned out my account and had to get fronted some credits by one of Miggoletto's friends. That is risky but worth it I think. The 'vid recorder installation is complete. I managed to get some real good and provocative vid recordings of the Russian wench when she took a shower the other night. The Marine Gunny was most cooperative also. It seems that he likes to do more than just sing when he takes a shower. I got to get these to Miggoletto, he knows somebody that can merge these vids together. This will be good.

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Mission + 8 days 23 hours 59 minutes

PTA system repaired. At least that is what Spencer reported. To bad he did not perform a complete QC check. Hehehehe, the prick missed several obvious errors. I dont think that Spencer knows the difference between a Worm Drive and an Energy Cell. The prick Spencer didn't notice the chewing gum wrapper we used on the PTA's Fusion Cell. We couldn't find the correct contact for the Fusion Cell so I went to Jonesy and got some chewing gum from him - he is the only SE that chews gum. I ditched the gum and refurbished the PTA Fusion Cell contact. It ain't perfect but it works.

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Mission + 9 days 2 hours 6 minutes

Miggoletto came through once again. The vids I gave him to edit are great. Heck I should keep the one Miggoletto gave me for myself. Talk about kinkiness, that Russian wench sure wrote the book on that. It looks like Gunny is having a good time. Now to get this on the ship-wide vid channel.

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Mission + 11 days 9 hours 9 minutes

Chief has us working on IC4, that prick Diesels Intercepter. At least Diesel knows how to fly. IC4 is no where near as bad off as IC3 was. I found the installation instructions for the experimental armor we put on IC3. It seems that we did not do it correctly. I told Simpson to destroy the installation intructions we foound. Heck, we can blame evrything on the Flight Officer anyway, he signed off on the QC chit and pronounced IC3 space-worthy. I wouldn't want to be in a fight in IC3. That armor is next to useless. One hit and it will crumble like an eggshell.

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Mission + 19 days 6 hours 49 minutes

That new wench the prick assigned to Team #3 is a looker. Man, those headlamps should be illegal. Maybe I should file a harrassment complaint against her. I dont like the way she eye-balls me. It makes me feel so...so cheap.

[/rp]

System Engineer #13

Benni Arnald

GCV Chikuma

[This message has been edited by Gallion (edited 08-27-99).]

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Mission + 19 days 8 hours 22 minutes

ATTENTION CREW OF THE GCV CHIKUMA !!

This is Commander Stone.

At 18:37 hours GST, agents of the Gammulan military perpetrated a heinous crime against GalCom and the peoples of Earth. During important, and until recently, top secret negotiations between our representatives and members of the Kandorian and Credian governments, a Gammulan strike team boarded and assaulted GalCom HQ from a cloaked cruiser in orbit. The raid was thorough and utterly brutal, making way from their initial beam in location and directly to where the conference was being held.

It is with deepest regrets that I must inform you that the entire diplomatic party and military representatives from all sides were killed in the ensuing firefight.

I received verification of this act moments ago, and have already begun to implement emergency procedures. In response to the assassination, Fleet Command has immediately broken all diplomatic ties with the Gammulan government and their allies and are implementing retaliatory strikes. In effect, there now exists an open state of war between GalCom and the murderous Gammulans. Be aware, Fleet Command suspects that the Gammulan assault team was aided and abetted by renegade elements within GalCom. Several as yet unidentified Battle Cruisers and support craft are believed to be supporting the Gammulans, although their exact numbers have yet to be confirmed.

As part of the retaliatory efforts, the GCV Chikuma and several other fleet ships will be involved in TOP SECRET military efforts against the Gammulans. As such, all communication off ship have been halted for the duration of the emergency. Battle readiness will be maintained at all times. Any crewmembers found attempting to communicate outside of the ship will be executed for treason.

Further updates will be made available as I deem them necessary.

That is all.

Mission + 19 days 8 hours 24 minutes

[Narrative Off]

[This message has been edited by Blades (edited 08-28-99).]

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It's me, Tac. Sorry I haven't posted here for a while. I've been working on my postings for Eternal Diligence, and I've had a couple of very busy days.

Anyway,

RP ON

Chief Medical Officer Martin Summers' Personal Log

Mission + 17 days 6 hours 40 minutes

Just had a very good chat with Jayce Allen. He's a nice enough bloke, but he seemed really uneasy, maybe quite lonely or something. We got chatting about all sorts of things, and he got more and more relaxed, but also upset, then he really opened up and started telling me all sorts of things about his past and the deficiencies of his training. I seem to have that effect on a lot of people, maybe because I don't like to hide behind my rank, and I see people as people, however I come across them. This is quite a bonus in my profession. Natural bedside manner they called it on my psychological profile. Not that I pay much attention to them. Anyway, it seemed like this had been weighing on his mind for quite a long time. He was feeling really guilty about it, but I see it as something really positive, that he was able to admit to that.

I've known a few doctors who had all the qualifications but didn't really know what they were doing, and tried to cover it up and get to the top by bossing people around and claiming responsibility for better doctor's work. Some of them even managed to do this successfully for quite a while, and put their patients at extreme risk. Others I know admitted their limitations, but got help and were able to become much better medics. Still others were able to combine their medical training with their other skills which they had been ashamed of for some reason. Their thoughts go along the lines 'I'm not as good as those blokes at this, so I'm useless.' Which is complete rubbish. Everyone has a different job to do, and a different space to fill. It would be a very boring world if everyone had to do the same job! This guy has got other skills. Good skills. He just hasn't had them recognised. Obviously I have to report his lack of training to the review board, but I'm damned if I'm not going to argue his case as well. I'll try to get this sorted as quickly as possible. I can't imagine how nervous he'll be until I can get this dealt with.

Mission + 19 days 6 hours 42 minutes

I finally managed to get the review board to convene. Talk about a sea of red tape! It went well, they accepted my arguments, because I don't ask them for many favours. They'll let me know within an hour.

Mission + 19 days 8 hours 2 minutes

They finally gave me their decision. I can keep him on, and they acknowledged that his marine training would make him useful as a field medic, but something needs to be done about his medical training. I put him on team 4. I'll have him on search duty with Hal Davison. He should be able to show him a thing or two, and take him under his wing. If I can get some spare time, I'll give him some tutoring. I'll have to get this to him as quick as I can. The suspense must be killing him!

A lot of the guys on the ship seem to be going nuts over this new systems engineer. Hoffman or something. Sure, she's beautiful and probably very nice as well, but no-one could ever compare to my Lizzy back home.

[/rp] What's comms officer Reynolds' first name? I can always correct it later. I've assumed its Jenny (and that its a she)[rp]

Meanwhile, Jenny Reynolds has managed to get herself some food poisoning. Seems she sneaked some empirian chocolate into her quarters, but hasn't been storing it properly, and it's cultured some bacteria. I've warned her about this before, but she does love that chocolate. Just doing some tests; I hope that's all it is.

Just before I'm going to get the results, I get called into a special meeting- officers only.

Coming out, I just can't believe it- SC, dead. I had so much respect for that guy, everybody did, he built Galcom. He made it what it is today. Those Gams are going to pay for this. Sure, it's going to mean lots of casualties, lots of work for me and my gang. I love life, and I hate to see lives wasted, but there has to be justice for this- even if I have to fight them myself!

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Commander Ben Zwycky GCV Svoboda

ISS Fleet

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

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