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1837 March 14, 30008

Rinaal, Cygni

Gammulan Warships and Transport vessels in the Rinaal system were still recovering from the devastation caused by the cowardly and dishonorable Wraiths. The Gammulan horde leaders could not believe that the Wraiths would destroy their own Star Station. Some, luckily not many, Gammulan Warships and transports close to Wraith Star Station were destroyed in the fireball. Several more were damaged by debris. Mor-D'r shuddered unconsciously when he thought about the illogical destruction of the star station. Six of the fifteen Wraith battlecruisers that slipped out of the battle near Wraith-HQ were found but not before they wrecked havoc in the Iridium resupply transports. Iridium levels within the Gammulan fleet were at critical level. Most of the Gammulan fleet were down to 20% or less. Nine Wraith battlecruisers were still unaccounted for.

Many of the Gammulan leaders wanted to follow the fleeing Wraiths immediately. Some seeking revenge, others wanted to maintain the pressure on the Wraiths. Mor-D'r was the sole voice of reason during the heated council of war convened in haste after the explosion. Analysis of the battle pointed out severe flaws in the tactics used by the Gammulans in the conquest of the Rinaal system. Reinforcements continued to arrive from the Gammulan Quadrant. The Gammulan invasion fleet swelled to greater strength than the original strength that had caused the Wraiths to turn chicken and run. Probes were launched following the cowardly Wraiths. Some were normal probes and others were of a special variety. The special long range probes were designed to emulate the sensor profile of an uncloaked Gammulan Aestrom Class Carrier and would trip any traps left by the cowardly Wraiths.

Mean while, back on LV-104, Alpha Cygni the Sergeant's and his crew's plight remained perilous. Gammulan scouting parties had homed in on the transponders and attacked. Seven remained of the survivors, including the Sergeant. Six transponders were still operational. The Sergeant changed all of them to frequency-hop mode. He thought that it would by him and his brood some more time 'till they were recovered. If they had any more time and if they were recovered.

1845 March 14, 30008

LV-104, Alpha Cygni

Priority repairs on the Graf Spee were complete, at least to the point were the critical systems were marginally operational. The battlecruiser was far from battle worthy but at least she would fly - so-to-speak. Comm systems were still unreliable, receiver worked but the dang transmitter was still out. Gammulan celestial traffic was non-existent and Gallion made his move. The black and battered bulk of the battlecruiser eased her way out of the debris field and towards the planet. The transporter room reported that they had a lock on six transponders emitting from the planet. Marines were at the ready in the transporter room, just-in-case. The order was give to activate the transporter. Several heart beats latter the report came back to the bridge of the transporter completion, no surprise and that the covey was on its way to the Medical Bay. His task complete, though delayed, the old Corsair gave the order for the battered and lame battlecruiser to return to the debris field. It would be another 24 hours before Gallion would take the Graf Spee out and back into the fray. That is if the flippin' Gams would cooperate.

Not likely as time would tell...

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1900 March 14, 3008

Rinaal Jump point

Hadar-9, Cyrian

The surviving Wraith Fleet defenders of Rinaal, along with a timely reinforcements from the Mandorian Military and what remained of Wraith Fleet were as ready as they would ever be for the next Gammulan onslaught. War made strange bedfellows of the two forces waiting. The Mandorians had maintained strict neutral with Galcom but that had change just 30 minutes ago when the Gammulans annexed the Rinaal system into their growing sphere of control. Wraith had suffered irreplaceable loses in Rinaal and throughout the Gammulan Quadrant but with the unexpected augmentation with the Mandorians, they were back to their original fleet strength.

The Hadar-9/Rinaal jump point was askew with activity as several Gammulan probes entered the system from Rinaal. Most were of the normal LR variety but several special models slipped in also. These special models emitted the same sensor profile as a Gammulan Aestrom class Carrier. They would could even acquire targets and cause target acquisition alarms to sound on the warships near their entry path. Some of these defending warships began defensive measures. The special model began their programmed flight path when they acquired their actual targets, ignoring and bypassing the defending warships. Once they closed to within range of their targets, the special modelÔÇÖs task was complete. Sensors within each part of the Omega line would detect a Gammulan Aestrom within its proximity and begin its programmed function; detonate. Instead of catching a Gammulan warship within its deadly blast area, as had happened in Rinaal, the Omega line only caught a modified probe. The tricksters themselves had now become a victim of their own trickery.

This activity did not go unnoticed deep in the bowels of Hadar-9ÔÇÖs surface. For several other eyes-in-the-sky saw the events differently and as they actually happened. Data was relayed to analysts located within this unknown lair who in turn sorted, prioritised, and then sent to the comms folk for transmission. These data packets were routed and relayed through a plethora of stations before arriving at their final destination at yet another unknown station amongst the stars.

1900 March 14, 3008

Debris Field

LV-104, Alpha Cygni

Scattered transmissions from the Rinaal system began to flood the barely functional comm receivers of the Graf Spee. These were in turn routed to the man that sat in the command chair. This man began to shake his head from side to side, slowly at first and then more vigorously as the battle in Rinaal began to unfold. The man slammed his fist against one of the chairÔÇÖs arms when he couldnÔÇÖt take it anymore.

The man in the chair was no stranger to death. He had been stalking death, both his own as well as others death, for most of his 40 plus years of life now. In his frustration and anger the man had developed the beginnings of a plan and began to set its formulation into motion. Data was routed to the tactical computers for analysis and simulations. With any luck, the man thought, it just might work, that is if one factor could be minimised to the lowest degree.

The factor that the Man contemplated on the most was also the most deadly if ignored. The factor was known to the Man and it had a name and it had laws that could be bent but not totally ignored.

The name of the factor is Murphy and time will tell that the Man was not completely successful either as we shall see...

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Ok, I'll try to keep this short and on target. I'm just trying to stay active here and will be switching characters soon if it's OK with you guys. I'll even try to drag in some fresh blood on this as we go! > MHuman habitat of vile existance. He had ordered his battlecruiser in so close that he could see the faces of the Gammulan Invasion Troops passing by the observation decks, frantically seeking any human to destroy. Anger welled up in his soul and spilled over into his red eyes. "Cowards, you die not like soldiers but run like children at the first sign of possible trouble. No wonder it will be so easy to extinguish your life flames and erradicate you from this universe. Cowards, Where Are You?" The words had barely escaped his lips when Wraith Starstation errupted into a super nova! He was too close, much too close. The initial shockwaves destroyed his shields and most of his armor. More though, it had damaged his dampening fields within the Aestrom. The effects were devestating. All within the hull of the ship were immediatley exposed to forces of gravity not previously measured in time and space. Death to all hands was immediate and final. They were not subjected to the aftermath of the explosion. Gammulan bodies turned to jello could not witness the cracking of D'Immenents hull, her own explosion, and particles of Gammulan shrapnel made up of metal and flesh hurling into the atmosphere below. Most of it would never make it to the surface of Rinaal, only the largest pieces, mixed in with those that had survived Wraith's destruction. History would only witness these pieces as discarded debris. Other pieces would eventually find their way out into the debris fields in this system. One thing was certain and final. He would never see home again. It would be written that he died a glorious death, as a soldier should. The certain fact was that he had died a fool, allowing anger and frustration to cloud his judgement. He had failed himself, his ship, and most importantly, his crew. The universe would remember him as he was, not as his fellow warriors would portray him.

Far below, On Rinaal, a solitary outpost occupant franticly coded a message of warning. When finished, he hit the transmit key. The message went out broadband so that all might hear, not caring who heard it in the immediate vicinity. The important thing was that it could not be blocked nor could it be traced to receivers across the galaxy. From those receivers it was collected, turned tight beam, and retransmitted to repeaters on every jump gate from Rinaal to Sygan. As the occupant was destroying the evidence he was interrupted by most unwelcommed visitors. Their method of knocking at his door was to level his shack with a barrage of Laser Pulses. The outpost had served it's purpose. It had done it's job. Rattler had just lost another Insurgent, but he had bought the most precious thing in this ever expanding universe. He had bought TIME!

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Rattler was walking the corridors of Spectre Starstation, proudly showing her off to her new Boss, Cmdr Aramike, and his entourage of Cmdr's Antilles and Nightweb. Bringing up the rear was Sgt. Waynewright, Cpl. Burr, and Pvt's Johnson, O'Leary, and Kirkpatrick. The Station Paging System crackled for a moment and grew deathly silent. Inwardly Rattler cursed whomever had just activated that antiquated piece of monstrosity and swore under his breath. He was going to have someones "hams" for lunch when this tour was completed. Once again it crackled and Rattler overheard the conversation that was taking place in ComCentral. "I don't care what the message says you embicile! We don't have a Sgt. Raven Walters assigned to this station!"

Rattler, and the rest of Spectre who had been on her those many months ago, froze in time! Rattler outwardly spoke, softly, just barely above a whisper. "My God, They're Coming!" "Time for us to prepare a welcoming committee!"

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