The Death Wraith

[Gallion]

Say the Topic Title out loud to yourself three times real fast and you might hear what you donÔÇÖt see

To those wondering, IÔÇÖm a basing this yarn on this sequence of events. The How of the events is up in the air.

This is the Continuation of Cerberus Stirs

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1933 March 14, 3008

Rinaal Jump point

Hadar-9, Cyrian

The last of the Gammulan probes had been destroyed by the defending Wraith and Mandorian warships, or so they thought but not before the Omega III line was decimated. It was not completely destroyed but the Gammulan special probes had created massive holes within its lines. Holes that the Gammulan Horde would exploit soon, very soon.

One Gammulan probe escaped detection and destruction by the defending warships as it went into stand-by mode. This heavily modified probe is based upon one that was found lurking in Gamma-1/Gammula system some years back by a Gammulan Trader. The exact origin(s) of this mysterious probe is unknown by the Gammulans but its chance discovery and recovery had created a stir within the Gammulan War Council. Several Council memberÔÇÖs subordinates had lost their heads during the uproar.

The modified probe is difficult, if not almost impossible, to detect with standard ship or planetary based sensor equipment. Even when in operation. One group in the Hadar-9 system did detect the Gammulan modified probe. They had a sensor signature buried deep in their database and was almost missed by the analyst monitoring the tenuous situation. This signature had been retained during the Red-Eyed Woollies hype in the Trenis systems by the unknowns several years before. The analyst did as he had before and forwarded the data through the plethora of relays and cut-outs to destination unknown.

The Gammulans had unknowingly raised the head of the factor known as Murphy when they deployed their modified probe into the Hadar-9 system. The Gammulans had reversed engineered the unknown probe they had found in their system. The unknown probe is of Galcom Origin. It was one of many Black Ops projects that were conducted in the research labs of Cerberus. It was a project that was never reported to Galcom-HQ or to the Wraith Fleet Commander.

The Man continued to work on and refine his plan on the ship hiding in the debris field located in LV-104. Each refinement of the plan was no better the its predecessor no matter how the Man change the variables of the simulations. The Man was becoming somewhat frustrated at the seemingly hopelessness of the plan but it kept him busy while damage to his ship were being repaired. It was next to impossible to quantify the variables that the Man wanted to hammer down. These variables were so radical and unstable that no value could be used to represent them; even the old chaos theory wouldnÔÇÖt work. Two simple variables were what kept the ManÔÇÖs elusive goal just out of his reach; his and MurphyÔÇÖs.

Nine Wraith Battlecruisers were having a heck of a time remaining undetected by the still massing warships of the Gammulan Horde in the Rinaal system. One was destroyed by the simultaneous arrival of meteoroid and Battlecruiser at the same location. Debris from this unfortunate mishap caused the cloaking field of the escorting Battlecruiser to fail. Revealing its presence to the Warriors of the Gammulan EmpireÔÇÖs Warships. It was a race amongst the Gammulan Warships as to which would get the first shot off and which would get the honours for the destruction of a Wraith. For the Wraith Battlecruiser it was just a matter of time before it too joined the expanding cosmic flotsam in Rinaal system.

Seven Wraith Battlecruisers remained hidden in Rinaal. The factor had raised its evil head once again.

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Commander Gallion

GCV Graf Spee

*1st Squadron, *Corsair Wing

Stationed, *Starbase Cerberus

"Run Silent, Run Deep"

ICQ# 29486270, GMT+3

=Wraith Fleet=

Second in Command, Wraith Fleet

Bushi of the Dragon Council

[This message has been edited by Gallion (edited 03-08-2000).]

[Ramspite]

[RP]

1950 hours, march 14, 3008

Sygan, Bernard's star.

The Wormhole leading into Bernard's star starsystem subtly undulated and deformed, marking the invisible passage of a cloaked ship either into or out of local space. Then the thin fuselage and broad delta wing of a constellation class battlecruiser faded into view and while the ship bore no markings her transponder dubbed her as the insurgent Vessel ICV Phantom. The starship rolled as it turned towards the distant Sygan starstation, then began accelerating as the ship transmitted it's authorization codes.

Within Sygan station's Operations center Lieutenant Kromor read the display screen in front of him. Seeing that the codes were genuine, he keyed in the standard acknowledgment code and sent it back to the new ship. Kromor then studied the ship's image on his tactical screen, he'd never seen this particular ship before, though that wasn't entirely unusual here. Especially lately with Commander Andergum being assigned on some secret mission, at least that was the rumor. The name phantom seemed familiar to him.

And there were always rumors, Komor thought. Gammulans on the move again, Galcom personel defecting in droves, weapons prices fluctuating wildly. He didn't know whether to be alarmed or bored. the buzzing from the com panel caught his attention. The Phantom had just hyper-jumped to the station and was hailing them, he activated the display.

a youthful human female face appeared on the screen, "This is ICV Phantom, requesting docking clearance."

"Clearance Granted, initiate automatic docking sequence," Kromor responded as he activated the docking guidance system.

"Also, Commander Ramspite requests the presence of all senior staff in the Station Commander's office in 15 minutes."

Kromor paled. Of course, he thought, it's the new station commander's ship! the face on the screen seemed to be expecting something from him. "uh, ok. I mean Immediately, and welcome home phantom."

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Ramspite has arrived at Sygan.

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Cmdr Rampspite

Spectre Fleet

Commander, Sygan Station

ICV Phantom

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[Gallion]

quote:

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...Making the armies able to take on opponents without being defeated is a matter of unorthodox and orthodox methods...

Sun Tzu, The Art of War

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2000 March 14, 3008

Hadar-9, Cyrian

It had begun

Once again Mor-DÔÇÖr was given the honour to lead the Vanguard of the Gammulan Horde. The Gammulan VanguardÔÇÖs attack began with plenty of preparation and support, unlike the previous assault of Rinaal. Several types of different probes proceeded the Vanguard thought the jump point from Rinaal into Hadar-9. One type the same modified probe used as decoys to target the Omega III line, another type were normal or standard SR probes, and the remaining type was of a new variety. The new type of probe that the Gams deployed through the jump point generated a very strong ECM field that that scrambled the Gammulan warshipsÔÇÖ, the defender warshipsÔÇÖ, and Omega III sensors. Which prevented all from attaining a target lock with their weapons computerÔÇÖs targeting systems and created a quasi-safe bubble in space for the invading warships. The Wraith and Mandorian warships were not prepared for this new tactic employed by the Gammulans.

The entire Vanguard made it through the jump point without incident or mishap. The defenders realised the futility in attacking targets they couldnÔÇÖt get a target lock on and conducted a well executed tactical redeployment towards the Mandorian Star Station Dabis and other locations scattered throughout the system. Some locations were strategic whilst most were not. At least that is what it would appear like to a laymen. The Wraith Fleet Commander had taken advantage of the time the Gams had unconsciously or consciously given them.

Mor-DÔÇÖr checked for any last minute changes to the battle plan as the main body of the Gammulan invasion fleet began their entrance into the system. Seeing no last minute changes to the battle plan the he ordered the Vanguard to begin Phase II of the operation.

2010 March 14, 3008

Undetermined Location(s)

Rinaal, Cyrian

The leader of the seven remaining Wraith battlecruisers in Rinaal system was becoming impatient. He checked the commlog for any changes to his orders; there were none. The Commander was frustrated with his orders. ÔÇ£Hide and wait for Corsair Wing,ÔÇØ were the last orders Fleet Commander Londono gave him as his Squadron was detached from Wraith Fleet. A bunch of misfits, trouble makers, and pirates, that is what the commander thought of Corsair Wing. Neither hide nor hair had been heard from them since the beginning of the Gammulan attack, the Commander thought to himself, and since there was nothing specifically stated in his orders on how to wait, the Commander decided to modify his orders somewhat. He gave the order that moved what remained of his squadron from its hiding places as the main body of the Gammulan Fleet began its advance through the Hadar-9 system.

The CommanderÔÇÖs plan was interrupted when the comms station received an incoming priority message that was automatically routed to him. ÔÇ£Bloody hell,ÔÇØ the commander said without thinking as when he read the message, Shaking his head in disbelief, the commander cancelled the squadrons movement orders and ordered them back into hiding. That man has gotta have either the luck of dÔÇÖ Irish or more lives than a cat, he thought as the seven battlecruisers returned to their hiding. The message had come from the Corsair.

2013 March 14, 3008

Debris Field

LV-104, Alpha Cygni

The messages went out as soon as the Transmitters came back on-line. Two nano-burst were just in time. It seemed that as soon as the transmitters came on-line, they were down once again. The Man could hear the various platitudes and colourful adjectives being exchanged over the inter-ship comm system between the various repair teams. The situation was quite comical and if events were not so perilous the Man might of fell out of his chair laughing. As it was the man had to keep the humour he felt to himself.

The Man gave up on his plan and scraped the whole thing into the olÔÇÖ bit-bucket. Most of the major repairs to the ship were underway but far from complete. Fatigue amongst the crew was beginning to settle in. The final manifestation had resulted in the transmitter fiasco. Bickering and mistakes were beginning to run its course throughout the shipÔÇÖs crew. The Man decided to stand down the crew some and ordered a rotating two hour break.

The two messages that the Man had sent were simple. One was directed to Wraith and the other was sent to a Dragon. Both carried the same message a detail. The Gams have control of the entire Gam Quadrant and that Corsair was back and would be operational soon. The message sent to the Dragon included one thing not sent to the Wraith; a RFI on certain cell growth.

The man had thought about sending the message to a third party but didnÔÇÖt. He knew that man behind the mirrored spectacles would get it InShÔÇÖlla and soon anyway. Having reached his quarters, the man opened the last bottle that remained in the ÔÇÿfridge. He took a sip of the liquid contained within the bottle and immediately spit it out without imbibing it completely. Nasty stuff, he thought as he dumped it and the bottle down the waste chute. His nemesis was right, the man thought to himself as remembered what the nemesis had once said to him as he laid down on his bed, that stuff was/is only good for cleaning hyperdrive engines, and went to sleep.

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Your move Wraith

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[Gallion]

Something that I failed to mention earlier ÔÇô All are welcome participate if they wish.

quote:

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...Those who come seeking peace without treaty are plotting...

Sun Tzu, The Art of War

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1941 March 14, 3008

Falkyrie Homeworld

LV-103, Alpha Cygni

Jarius, current leader of the Gammulan War Council, surveyed his new domain in orbit above the Falkyrie Homeworld. For years the Falkyrie were indirectly under Gammulan rule. JariusÔÇÖs ultimatum to the Vli Ron of the Falkyrie Military was quick, concise, and to the point; Assimilate or die. No treaty of coexistence was offered. Total submission or the eradication of the Falkyrie race from the Galaxy.

Initial response from the Falkyries was predictable and planned for by Jarius. They tried to sue for a more equitable solution but quickly accepted JariusÔÇÖs offer after several Falkyrie population centers were reduced to slag by several OTS launches. Making the region around these population centers unable to support any form of life for centuries along with severely changing the planetÔÇÖs weather and atmospheric patterns.

Gammulan Warriors began to take control of key areas on the planet and began to round up selected key civilian personnel of Falkyrie society in education, trade guilds, medical fields, etc., to newly established reeducation and detention centers. These centers were located far from any populated areas on the planet. The Falkyries sent to these centers were doomed. They would not be seen by any being again.

A small group of Falkyrie Resistance Fighters had been fighting the Gammulan rule of their homeworld for years, with little to no effect. As the Gammulan atrocities grew over the years, so to did the ranks of the Falkyrie Resistance Fighters. Both before and after the Gammulan ultimatum. Jarius and the War Council were aware of the existence of these Falkyrie Resistance Fighters and planned to take advantage of them. One War Council member proposed to use the Falkyrie Resistance Fighters as a rights-of-passage for a select group of new Gammulan Warriors. They would either eliminate the Falkyrie Resistance or die in their attempt. They were not fit to be Gammulan Warriors if they failed. The Falkyrie Resistance problem would be squashed and the Gammulan Empire would have more seasoned Warriors if they succeeded.

What the Jarius and the Gammulan War Council did not know was that the Falkyrie Resistance Fighters had been receiving aid from the other side of the Galaxy for several years now. In secret and unknown to the Gammulans, several terran dragons arrived on LV-103 trained and armed several resistance cells into competent and deadly fighters. These cells spread the knowledge and skills gained from the terran dragons to other cells in the resistance and maintained discreet contact with them.

The Gammulans now controlled the Gamma quadrant its entirely and continue on their quest to rid the Galaxy of the Terran infestation. Jarius was pleased on how the quest was unfolding. Six of the Seven Orders remained to carry the quest to completion. More than enough to see it through. Even know, in the Credian Quadrant, Phase II of the Quest was beginning. When Phase II began, Phase III would be unleashed. The Terrans and the cowardly Wraiths will have know where to run, no where hid.

Would the Gammulans be able to maintain their control and continue on their quest to rid the Galaxy of Terran infestation?

Only the passage of time could or would tell if the Gammulan Quest will succeed. Terrans are not the only race that Murphy visits and bestows his special gifts on.

2114 March 14, 3008

Undetermined Location

Somewhere in the Sol System

The message queue flashed on the communications system terminal indicating that a priority message had been received startling the duty operator and causing him to spew the cup of Java over both himself and the terminal equipment. Lucky for her that the terminal equipment was designed for such unexpected incidents and took no damage. Having recovered her composure somewhat the comm duty operator began her duty and brought up the message queue but was unable to decipher the message contained. Perturbed and frustrated she called to the duty officer and explained the situation as best she could over the clear commlink. The duty officer stated that he was on his way.

The duty officer arrived at the comm station several minutes later and determined what the problem was. The message was encrypted with an old and superseded key. The duty officer came prepared and loaded the correct key from his duty datapad. A short while latter the message was deciphered and read by the duty officer. The message was very vague and didnÔÇÖt seem to say much to him and he had to search the special instructions contained in the duty datapad to find out what he was suppose to do with the message. For the life of him the duty officer couldnÔÇÖt figure out what relevance Falkyrie cell growth meant.

Totally perplexed and frustrated the duty officer decided to pass the buck up the flag pole.

ÔÇ£Notify the Fleet Commander,ÔÇØ the duty officer instructed the comm operator, ÔÇ£maybe he can figure out what this message means.ÔÇØ

Without saying a word the comm operator did as she was ordered and sent the notification to the ISS Fleet Commander and then began to clean the Java that she spewed on both the terminal equipment and herself.

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The twisted and tattered web of fate grows and ensnares those who expect it least

Up to you how or if you use this Ristar

[Gallion]

Got a wild one a brewing on/in me cranial cavity and thought to try something completely different.

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2203, March 14, 3008

Debris Field

LV-104, Alpha Cygni

The Man was tossing and turning in his sleep as his candy coated dreams turned into vile wrath. Visions of his past played havoc on a already fragile psyche. The Man watched a celebration of his youth dance before his eyes as he once again relived that blood-filled Fat Tuesday so many years ago.

For centuries people had flocked to the street called Bourbon to reveal and just plain party and have a good time. That day, of that year, was no different than any other that had preceded it with one exception. For the Man that day would be a day of infamy for him. A group of men milled at the fringes of the gathering and jolly crowd and within its midst. To a bystander naught looked amidst. To the boy now a Man, all was as should be. The boy/Man had naught a worry and naught to fear. He was amongst his family and friends thereof.

Without warning and completely unexpected a crack broke through the party of the throng. The first was followed by more, some singular but most were automatic. The crowd of revellers diminished as they tried to escape the impact that accompanied the noise. Some tried to escape by running or hiding amongst the buildings and alley ways that followed the street called Bourbon. Some made it by sheer luck, most did not. What saved the boy/Man were two bodies of the slain. Bodies inert of life and flowing with gore and blood. The crackling and sporadic noise diminished and ceased all together. Sirens filled the ensuing silence. The boy/Man struggled to breath. The weight of the slain hindered his ability to breath, his ability to get free, his ability to escape. The sirens were getting louder as they got closer to him. The boy/Man pushed with all his might, with all his strength. The slain resisted his attempts at first but slowly gave way as the boy/Man efforts became more intense and more desperate. A final shove with what remained of his failing strength, the boy/Man finally broke free from the grip of the slain. Filling his lungs with the breath of life. The empty eyes of one of the slain that had laid atop him stared at the boy/Man, mocking him it seemed for clinging to life. Unknowingly the boy/Man stared back and started to scream as the eyes of the dead changed. The whites of the eyes went red, blood red, and the pupils went black, pitch black. Its face then contorted into first sneer and then into a grin as it began to cackle and laugh at the boy/Man. This filled the boy/Man with a horror he had not felt for some time as his nightmare shifted to another place that was not so far back in time. The sirens were real loud now as the Red-Eyed Wollie** began to...

Screaming the Man shot upright in his bed. He was gasping for breath, shaking uncontrollably, and drenched in his own sweat. The Man was a wretch.

Klaxons were bellowing in his quarters and throughout the ship. Activity in the passageways and on the decks intensified as the crew of the ship responded to the klaxons call.

Reality, that ever elusive concept of the sane, finally seeped back into the Man as he too responded to the klaxonÔÇÖs call as he hurriedly dressed and headed towards the bridge.

Sanity returned to Gallion as he stepped onto the bridge of the Graf Spee and the dire predicament that awaiting him. Hiding was over, the Gammulans had found him asleep in his lair.

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** The Red-Eyed Wollies are something that DeSylva introduced in his now defunct, never to be completed, e-mail campaign of last year. The campaign suspended/ended in limbo with a lot of clues but no answers to who, what, or where these Red-Eyed Wollies are or were.

To those that participated: NO I am not bringing in that can of worms but if you remember, the old Corsair was/is a mental case after an encounter with them.

[This message has been edited by Gallion (edited 03-11-2000).]

[Gallion]

This segment is based on a bonna fid, true-to-life experience I had playing The Game the other day. 4 FEs commandeered 2 of my ICs and for the life of me I couldnÔÇÖt figure out how to get them out if the ICs. Just wish I couldÔÇÖve done this though...

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2210, March 14, 3008

Debris Field

LV-104, Alpha Cygni

The Klaxons were finally silenced when one of the smarter SEs pulled the plug on the system. Yet another of the plethora of gremlins that plagued the Corsair Battlecruiser. Gallion checked the repair progress since he was now awake and found that much had been down since his sojourn into nightmare land.

One thing disturb him though. Four flight engineers have commandeered two Interceptors. So far all attempts to get them out of the ICs have failed. Negotiations were at an impasse.

Flustered by the Klaxon false alarm that interrupted his beauty sleep, Commander Gallion decided enough was enough as he left the bridge and motioned for the Guns to follow him to the flight deck. The Guns explained the situation to Gallion along the way to the commandeered Interceptor craft. An evil grin appeared on the face of Gallion when the two arrived at the flight deck. A grin that made the Guns wonder at what the old man had in store for the four foolish FEs locked in the two ICs. The Guns wonderment ceased when Gallion outlined what was in store for these fools. Gunney York nodded in agreement and sent several Marines to get the required equipment.

The Marines returned shortly with the necessary devices that would put an end to quasi-mutiny. Two blocks of a grey malleable substance were divided into twelve parts. Taking three parts each, the Guns, Gallion, and two other Marines went to the two hijacked ICs. Each rolled the grey substance into a ball, the size of a chicken egg, before slapping them against the IC canopies. One egg on each side directly in-line with the FE sitting within the pilot and co-pilot positions of the IC cockpits;. One Marine had to climb onto the IC he was working on to slap the grey substance onto the front canopy section. From the FEÔÇÖs point of view inside the cockpits of the ICs, it was like the after math of an Avian dive bomb attack, splotches of guano stuck to the canopy glass. Remote detonators were placed in eleven of the twelve eggs.

Gallion saved the placement of the last detonator into the last egg for himself . He had a statement to make to these would be mutineers.

ÔÇ£Do ye know what this is?ÔÇØ he said into the commlink established with the IC as he held the detonator up for the FE sitting in the pilot seat of the cockpit could see.

The FE took to long to reply so the old man continued with his demonstration, ÔÇ£This is a detonator, by itself nothing to fear except losing a few fingers or hand should it go off accidentally. When placed into an explosive substance, such as this plastique on the canopy, and activated it will produce a chemical reaction which will cause a severe molecular change in both the plastique and the canopy glass between it and your face.ÔÇØ With that said Gallion jammed the detonator into the plastique and jumped down from the IC canopy. Inside both ICs, the FEs realised what the eggs purpose actually was. One FE lost control of her bladder and another of his bowels.

ÔÇ£You have 10 seconds to get out of those ICs, nine of which are gone,ÔÇØ Gallion said to the FEs in the Interceptors. No saint himself Gallion tired of this game. He and the Graf Spee had better things to do than to cow-tow to the likes of these FEs.

None of the Flight Engineers moved to save themselves from the fate of the exploding eggs. Gunney York handed the clacker that would blow the eggs and the FEs with them to his Commander.

ÔÇ£Last chance people,ÔÇØ Gallion said as held the clacker up for the FEs to see. They didnÔÇÖt move or rather they didnÔÇÖt think that Gallion would pull the switch.

ÔÇ£So be it,ÔÇØ muttered Gallion as he pushed the blinking button on the clacker, ÔÇ£and may Lucifer have mercy on ye souls.ÔÇØ Twelve explosions went off as one, ripping through the IC cockpit canopies the FEs thus contained. When it was all over and the smoke of the blast had cleared, Gallion tossed the clacker to the FO.

ÔÇ£Get this guano cleaned up and the ICs back in operation STAT!ÔÇØ bellowed Gallion to the FO as he left the flight deck and returned to the bridge.

The FO stared dumbfounded at the back of the departing Commander as he left the flight deck. The FO turned to the Guns to speak but not a sound escaped his throat. The FOs mouth moved but could not speak.

ÔÇ£If you think that was bad,ÔÇØ said the laughing Gunney York to the still speechless Flight Officer, ÔÇ£you should see it when he really gets pissed!ÔÇØ Guns motioned to the meandering Marines and they too left the flight deck and the speechless FO, chuckling as they departed.

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Commander Gallion

GCV Graf Spee

*1st Squadron, *Corsair Wing

Stationed, *Starbase Cerberus

"Run Silent, Run Deep"

ICQ# 29486270, GMT+3

=Wraith Fleet=

Second in Command, Wraith Fleet

Bushi of the Dragon Council

[This message has been edited by Gallion (edited 03-12-2000).]

[Ben Somerset]

[RP]

2010 March 14, 3008

Undetermined Location

Rinaal, Cyrian

GCV Swiftsure

The red lights continued flashing across the dimness of the bridge. As they did so, they played across the impatient expression of Benjamin Somerset, with his hands steepled in front of his face.

This war had gotten off to a very shaky start. If it weren't for a lucky malfunction, the entire G-2 grid would have been ineffective against the enemy. Fortunately, luck had been in their favor, and the 100 nuclear minds had worked, tearing the enemy force in Rinaal apart. The idea was a crazy one, one that could only come from that wily Corsair.

Somerset always did perfer proper military decorum, while the Corsair Gallion did not. Every time those Corsair ships went to the Station, they caused unneccessary trouble. Trouble Somerset could live without. There was always some Corsair in the brig, and another repair job to be done in one of the bars on the Promenade. They were troublemakers of the first degree, and Gallion did nothing to hold them in check.

Somerset on the other hand, ran a tight ship. If rumor was to be heeded, it was one of the tightest in the Navy. He always wanted decorum, efficency, and good performance. His crew had always delivered him that, and more. After today, he was going to get commendations for each and every one of them. If he could ever get out of Rinaal.

He didn't know why Londono had chosen him and his two remaining squadrons from SIN Wing to remain behind, and wait for the remnants of Corsair Wing. By this time, the only remnants would be flotsam scattered across the entire Gammulan Quadrant. Why should he wait for something that would never come?

"Bloody hell," he said. "Anything on the sensors, Number One?"

"Only enemy ships passing through the region, Commander. Still no sign of Corsair ships," Soran replied.

"Mr. Ishikawa?" Somerset inquired.

"Jumpgate sensors aren't registering any Navy affiliated FTL signatures transiting. I guess the Corsairs just ran out of luck."

"Agreed." Somerset couldn't stand waiting any longer. Something needed to be done, and be done quickly. He formulated a plan, and began to put it into action.

Before anything even had a chance to happen, a chime sounded in his headset. "Priority message for you, Commander," Melanie said from Comms.

"Bloody hell," Somerset said for the umpteenth time that day as he opened the message and read it. He shook his head and silently cursed as he ordered, "All ships, return to holding positions. We've recieved word from Corsair Wing. Melanie, forward this to the Group in Tyrus II. They'll make better use of it than they will in Hadar-IX." Being honest with himself, Somerset wished he was in Hadar with them. Fighting the good fight against insurmountable odds again.

So very many had already died today, most of them due to Somerset. He had the feeling that the Gammulans would curse his name for the rest of time. His decisions had bought Wraith precious time, and obliterated the vaunted Gammulan Second and Fourth Orders. They'll have a hard time replacing those caliber of soliders, Somerset thought. But instead of being there in the thick of battle, he had to sit and hide, waiting for Corsair.

"Damn them. Damn them all." Somerset said to himself, cursing his orders, and the fact that the Corsairs managed to get themselves caught behind the fence, again.

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The "Bloody hell," could only have come from me. Hope it meets with approval Gallion. Just wonder what ye be havin' in mind.

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Cmdr. Benjamin Somerset

GCV Swiftsure

*1st Squadron, *SIN Wing

Stationed, *Starstation Wrath

"I wish to have no connection with any ship that does not sail fast, for I intend to go into harm's way."

- John Paul Jones

ICQ 32545391, CST

=TDY Wraith Fleet=

Prime Fleet Liason Officer

[This message has been edited by Ben Somerset (edited 03-13-2000).]

[Gallion]

WasnÔÇÖt expecting that Ben. Not to worry though and welcome back into our motley

I donÔÇÖt even know what I have up my sleeve

Tac ÔÇô looks like ye did more than ye thought ye did

Notice the date change ÔÇô Day 2 has begun.

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0239, March 15, 3008

Hadar-9, Cyrian

Fighting between the Gammulans and the Wraith/Mandorian defenders had been sporadic at best. Neither side took the offensive although the Gammulan Invasion Fleet had the upper-hand in the system. It looked like a terran Mexican stand-off to a bystander.

The Wraiths and Mandorians would initiate a battle in one area, the Gams would respond to the attacking warships, and then the attackers would fade away. The Gams wouldnÔÇÖt pursue the Wraiths. It would seem that they had learn the error of their ways since the Rinaal battle. Once on a while a Gammulan warship commander would get frustrated with the delay in battle and break ranks from the Gammulan FleetÔÇÖs lines attacking either the Wraith or Mandorian warships. Which only proved the stupidity of the Gammulan commander as his warship was destroyed.

Mor-DÔÇÖr too was frustrated with the battle delays and was eager to engage in battle. Today was a good day to die, he thought to himself. Several times he had to talk various commanders of the Vanguard out of doing something rash, something foolish, something that would jeopardise the EmpireÔÇÖs entire stratagem. The Gammulan War Council had initiated Phase II of their plan several hours ago. Key commanders within the Gammulan Fleet, Mor-DÔÇÖr was one of them, knew that it would take time for Phase II to be completed. Then and only when Phase II was complete would Phase III and the rest of the plan be unleashed. There would be no stopping the Empire then. There was nothing between the Fleet and Sol, nothing but the cowardly Wraiths.

Wraith Fleet was not sitting idle either. They too were taking advantage that this lull in battle afforded then. Ships of the Wraith Fleet were being repaired at the Mandorian Star Station Dabis. Others were taking on supplies and ferrying them to the various Wraith warships in system. Other ships began to slip out of Hadar-9 towards Tyris-2 and beyond. The Mandorian Military agreed with Wraith Fleet Commander Londono, Hadar-9 was not the place to make a last stand. He invited the Mandorains to join Wraith. Some Mandorains did whilst others did not. Those that did, did so with the Mandorian MilitaryÔÇÖs blessings.

Wraith Fleet was doing its job, delay the Gas for as long as they could. Which Wraith Fleet would do, one system at a time. Fleet Commander Londono was astounded at the GammulanÔÇÖs halt in the offensive. He couldnÔÇÖt figure out what the Gams were up to though. His Fleet strength was down to a little above 50% of its original strength. All wings had reported in with the exception of one, at which he wasnÔÇÖt the least bit surprised at either. The commander of that wayward wing had been a righteous pain in his arse since day one. Plus he hadnÔÇÖt heard from any of the fifteen battlecruisers or the Wing that he had detached in Rinaal either and they were only one jump point away from Hadar-9!

Then came a single nanosecond micro-burst transmission from somewhere in the Gamma Quadrant. The transmission said next to naught and infuriated the Wraith Fleet Commander the more he thought about it. Corsair operational, news at eleven, was all the transmission contained. FC Londono knew that he would have that commanderÔÇÖs hide when this was over, he just knew it. Each time he thought about it, the same thoughts would come into the FCÔÇÖs head and each time he would laugh. Fleet Commander Londono was laughing at himself because each time he thought about his rogue Wing Commander, he didnÔÇÖt even think about whether or not the wayward Wing Commander would survive this ordeal, he just knew that the Corsair would.

0157, March 15, 3008

Rinaal, Cyrian

A lone battered battlecruiser entered the Rinaal system via the Pravis jump-point and waited. Cruising from the jump-point through the system on the inertia built up prior to jumping in-system. Five battlecruisers from the tail of a comet joined up with the lone battlecruiser. The six battlecruisers were later joined by two more battlecruisers that hyper-jumped from a nearby meteoroid that plagued the system. Two other battlecruisers joined the eight from other parts in system.

The flotsam in the Rinaal system was thick and the battered battlecruiser launched a shuttle craft to sweep the flotsam for anything useful. Greetings and orders were exchanged between the nine battlecruisers and the lone damaged one. Stories of battles, some embellished but most truthful were also exchanged. From the nine BCs, the lone BC was brought up to date on the course of the battle and several critical spare parts were obtained. The nine BCs took up position around the battered BC as its shuttle craft completed the sweep of the flotsam ÔÇô it was a good haul. The shuttleÔÇÖs cargo bay was full of many useful pieces of equipment, parts, and material.

Unexpectedly the ten battlecruisers were joined another wing of battlecruisers, which surprised the old commander of the battered battlecruiser. He hated surprises. The communications station of the battered battlecruiser chattered to life as the commander of the Wing of new arrivals chimed in.

ÔÇ£Took your sweet ass time Commander Gallion!ÔÇØ said the Commander of the GCV Swiftsure.

ÔÇ£And hello to you too Ben. I had some difficulty with the natives,ÔÇØ was the battered battlecruiser commanderÔÇÖs reply. ÔÇ£I see that you had a little problem of yer own on yon star station. I told ye to get an exterminator to take care of that rodent problem ye had awhile back. Ye didnÔÇÖt have to go that far...or to such extremes,ÔÇØ Gallion said pointing towards the empty shell that had once been Wraith-HQ. Gallion couldnÔÇÖt help himself and barely suppressed the chuckle that wanted to escape from his throat. He and Ben Somerset have had their differences but Gallion respected the S.I.N. Wing Commander. ÔÇ£How is the rest of the fleet doing?ÔÇØ Gallion asked seriously to change the subject.

ÔÇ£Best that can be expected and could be worse. Where are the rest of your Wi...,ÔÇØ said Somerset before he was cutoff.

ÔÇ£I am what is left of Corsair Wing Ben,ÔÇØ the old man said sternly.

Commander Somerset studied the vid display and didnÔÇÖt like what he saw. He had heard stories about Gallion. Most were true but some didnÔÇÖt pan out. The man he saw was known as a loner, a rogue, and a maverick within both Wraith Fleet and Galcom command circles. The man was battered, like his ship, but not beaten. ÔÇ£What are your plans Commander,ÔÇØ Ben asked.

ÔÇ£My plans?ÔÇØ Gallion said as a question then continued in confidence, ÔÇ£My plans Commander Somerset are to fix the Graf Spee and then do what Corsairs do best. Ye and yers are invited to join in the fun if ye like.ÔÇØ

A wicked grin appeared on the face of Gallion. A grin that Somerset had rarely seen but knew what it could bring.

ÔÇ£By the way,ÔÇØ Gallion said stopping whatever response the S.I.N. Wing Commander was going to make, ÔÇ£ye wouldnÔÇÖt happ'n to have any bubblegum now would ye?ÔÇØ

The audacity of both the situation and GallionÔÇÖs question was more than the by-the-book Commander Somerset could handle as he doubled over in laughter. Bubblegum, Ben thought to himself in between fits of laughter, the Gams are invading, his command is almost completely wiped out, and Gallion wants to know whether or not he had any bubblegum.

What Ben Somerset didnÔÇÖt see was the wicked grin that changed into a sincere smile as Gallion too began to chuckle at the lunacy of his question. Sooner than Gallion had previously thought, the Corsairs and the S.I.N.ers would show the Gams the error of there ways.

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Commander Gallion

GCV Graf Spee

*1st Squadron, *Corsair Wing

Stationed, *Starbase Cerberus

"Run Silent, Run Deep"

ICQ# 29486270, GMT+3

=Wraith Fleet=

Second in Command, Wraith Fleet

Bushi of the Dragon Council

[This message has been edited by Gallion (edited 03-13-2000).]

[Ben Somerset]

[RP]

15 March, 3008. 0150 hrs.

Rinaal, Cyrian

GCV Swiftsure

All the Swiftsures damage had long since been repaired by the sheer ingenuity of Shawn O'Malley. His monicker of "Miracle Worker" had been well earned through the fires of battle. Now, the crew sat quietly, closing in on 12 hours at Battle Stations.

In the command chair, Benjamin Somerset had been awake for over 18 hours, and was getting tired of waiting. He finally decided to wait another hour, and then give Corsair Wing up for lost. Even if they were stuck in the Gamma System itself, it wouldn't take this long to get through to Rinaal.

And since they were stuck here with nothing to do, he was going to give some of the crew neccessary rest. "Number One, dismiss Alpha and Beta shifts below. Delta and Gamma are to maintain Battle Stations."

Soran nodded, and replied "Yes, Commander." He activated his comm panel and his voice rang throughout the ship "Alpha and Beta shifts, stand down. All other stations maintain Condition Red, and Battle Stations. Soran, out."

From Ops, Ishikawa turned to face Somerset and asked, "Sir, do you think any of Corsair made it out?"

Somerset looked at him and replied, "At the moment, I'm beginning to doubt it."

Suddenly Ishikawa's station sounded an alert. "Commander, single ship transiting through the jumpgate."

"Can you make anything out?"

He glanced curiously and replied, "Yes, sir. It's FTL signature matches that of the Graf Spee. Commander Gallion's ship. Shall I plot an intercept course?"

"Not yet. Melanie, contact 2nd and 3rd Squadrons, and inform them to rendevous with the Graf Spee. We'll hold position just in case he's got company behind him." Finally... Somerset thought. Sure did have to wait long enough on him. I wonder where the rest of his ships are?

Throughout Rinaal, 10 Battlecruisers moved to rendevous with Gallion, discarding the protective cloaks that prevented any enemy ships from detecting them. But, the Gammulan Fleet had moved on, not leaving a single ship in Rinaal. Finally, when the coast looked clear, Somerset ordered, "Mr. Ishikawa, I want to rendevous with the Graf Spee. Melanie, inform the rest of the Squadron to follow, formation Delta. Kamarov, disengage cloak."

The officers acknowledged their orders as the 5 Battlecruisers slowly showed themselves, and approached the Graf Spee. Until they got closer, Somerset found it difficult to see the damage on the black ship which bore a skull and crossbones on the prow. Just like Gallion, going completely against regulations... Somerset said to himself. Even so, his ship appeared to have taken significant damage.

From her station, Winforth informed him, "Sir, 2nd Squadron reports that they've transported repair materials to the Graf Spee, and one of their shuttles is making a cargo sweep."

"Very well," Somerset said. "Hail the Graf Spee."

Gallions tired face appeared on the viewscreen, and Somerset said "You sure took your sweet ass time Commander Gallion!"

Gallion made an expression Somerset couldn't quite read, and said "And hello to you too Ben. I had some difficulty with the natives. I see that you had a little problem of yer own on yon star station. I told ye to get an exterminator to take care of that rodent problem ye had awhile back. Ye didnÔÇÖt have to go that far...or to such extremes," Gallion said pointing towards the empty shell that had once been Wraith-HQ. "How is the rest of the Fleet doing?" he asked seriously.

"The best that can be expected. It could've been far worse. Where's the rest of your Wi...," he managed to say before being cut off.

Gallion looked at him sternly as he said, "I am what is left of Corsair Wing, Ben.

Somerset could tell that was eating Gallion alive. Of all people, Somerset could understand, sending 32 of the ships under his command to their doom only yesterday. He was superseded by the Fleet Commander, and left behind. That was something he didn't like. Almost as much as he didn't like what he saw looking back at him in the viewscreen.

He had heard many rumors about the wily Corsair, many of which were true. The man that was known throughout the Navy as being a loner, rogue, and a maverick. Hell, even the Insurgents knew him as such. That was something Somerset could barely stand. Even though, Gallion was a man of honor, and thus had Somerset's respect, even if he was an extreme nonconformist. He looked the other man directly in the eye, and asked "What are your plans, Commander?"

"My plans?ÔÇØ Gallion said as a question then continued in confidence, "My plans Commander Somerset are to fix the Graf Spee and then do what Corsairs do best. Ye and yers are invited to join in the fun if ye like."

Gallion then grinned a wicked grin. Somerset had rarely seen it, but knew where it would lead. Before he could say anything, Gallion said "By the way, ye wouldnÔÇÖt happ'n to have any bubblegum now would ye?"

At the aubsurdity of that remark, Somerset's British humor asserted itself, and he laughed. His own officers turned to see their Commander doubled over in laughter, having the best laugh he had had in years. As he laughed, Gallion's wicked grin turned into a sincere smile as he too laughed at the lunacy of his question.

After his laughter subsided, Somerset's serious expression returned as he asked, "After your repairs are complete, I say we go and give the Gamms in Hadar-IX a rear assault the like of which they have never seen. It's time they see this War as a big mistake. Would you care to join me?" He settled back into his chair, and eagerly awaited his fellow officers reply.

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Your move, Gallion.

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Cmdr. Benjamin Somerset

GCV Swiftsure

*1st Squadron, *SIN Wing

Stationed, *Starstation Wrath

"I wish to have no connection with any ship that does not sail fast, for I intend to go into harm's way." - John Paul Jones

ICQ 32545391, CST

=TDY Wraith Fleet=

Prime Fleet Liason Officer

[This message has been edited by Ben Somerset (edited 03-15-2000).]

[Gallion]

[rp]

0410, March 15, 3008

Hadar-9, Cyrian

Mor-DÔÇÖr with the Gammulan Van stood at the ready 2000km from the Hadar-9/Rinaal jump point as Phase II of the plan neared completion. Three orders of the Gammulan Fleet orbited Hadar-9, a safe distance from the Mandorian Star Station, Dabis and the defending warships of Wraith and Mandorian Fleets. The Warriors of the Gammulan Empire were at the ready waiting for the order to attack and release the pent up aggression upon those that dared to oppose the will of the Empire.

Unknown to the Gammulans, the next line in the sand would be drawn at the Kandorian system of Lydon. The Wraith Fleet Commander was taking a gamble and seriously raising the stakes by doing this. He was hoping to draw the Kandorains into the fray by making a stand in Lydon and not Tyrus-2.

A lone and battered battlecruiser emitting the Galcom IFF code entered the system from the Rinaal jump point which caused quite a stir amongst the Gammulan warships milling about in proximity of the jump point. Without warning, the battered battlecruiser launched a surprise attack against three Stormcarriers and their escorts. Pandemonium swept through Gammulan warships in the area of the surprise attack. Already several SOS beacons were ping away from the StormcarriersÔÇÖ escorts. One Stormcarrier was dead in its tracks, anotherÔÇÖs shields were down, and the third was just coming about to face this unknown attacker.

Not all was as it seemed to the Gammulan Vanguard leader as he watched the ensuing small patch of chaos with intense interest unfold within his tactical display. Mor-DÔÇÖr sensed something vaguely familiar in the ruckus as he magnified his POV to its fullest on the attacking Galcom vessel. The IFF transponder was intermittent and failed to fully identify the battered battlecruiser as standard Galcom IFF transponders normally operated. Keeping a target tracking lock the evasive craft was difficult too. Full realisation hit the Vanguard leader when he was able to see the distinctive white skull and crossed swords painted upon the bow of evasive battlecruiserÔÇÖs fore shell. Mor-DÔÇÖr sent a fleet-wide alert over the comm-waves, the number one enemy of the Empire was in their midst, and ordered the Vanguard to engage the battered battlecruiser.

The situation on the battered Galcom battlecruiser was becoming more perilous by the nano-second once the initial shock of the surprise attack on the milling Gammulan Warships had worn off. Although no Gammulan warships were destroyed during the battered battlecruiserÔÇÖs attack, the attack did wreck havoc and mayhem within the Gammulan ranks. Two Stormcarriers and several cruiser escort vessels were completely disabled and their SOS beacons were a singing. The commander of the battlecruiser laid in an escape course to the Rinaal jump point once he saw the Gammulan Vanguard begin to engage his vessel.

The Gammulans had taken the bait and the trap was set when the battered battlecruiser made good its escape through the jump point. Fifteen Gammulan warships were hot on the tail of the fleeing Galcom warship. What the pursuing Gammulan Warships didnÔÇÖt know about what awaited their arrival on the other side of the jump point was a gauntlet of primed and ready Galcom Battlecruisers. The fifteen Gammulan Warships didnÔÇÖt have a snowballÔÇÖs chance when they reached the other side of the jump point in Rinaal. One-by-one they each made the fatal error, all for the glory of the Gammulan Empire.

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Ben check ye e-mail

Welcome to the Motley Ristar

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[Cmdr Ristar]

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0410, March 15, 3008

Saturn, Sol

"Sir, We have a communication coming through. It's coming from a comms listening station somewhere within the Sol system. I can't pin down the exact loacation."

Ensign Jenna Lee said as she began to download the message to her terminal.

"Patch it through to me Jenna," Fleet Commander Ristar said. As he read through the message, he focused on the request for more information of Falkyrie Resistance Cell growth.

After reading the message he turned to the comms officer and ordered, "Jenna, find Cmdr. Tringad, Sommerset,Gallion, and Fleet Commander Londono, and to have them contact him on the encrypted channel through the Jade Dragon Communication Center. Also have all the ISS Wing Commanders report in. And have Cmdr.Zwycky give me a briefing on the events going on."

"Yes, sir"

"Brett, what assets do the ISS Fleet and Jade Dragon have assisting the Falkyrie Resistance?"

Lt.Commander Brett Hull, the Shogun's Tactical Officer, brought up some figures on this monitor at his station and printed them out.

"Sir, the ISS has 1 full covert operations battalion supporting 2 Jade Dragon Special Forces Alpha Teams in conjunction with support assets from Wraith Fleet, Sir."

"Get in touch with Fleet Commander Londono and have him give me a report on the assests he has in the area, if he still has them there, and to give me that information when we have our briefing later with Tringad, Sommerset, and Gallion."

"Yes, Sir"

"Jenna, get Lt. Weidmuller on the horn and have him get in touch with me"

After a few minutes the Combat Officer, Lt. Ron Weidmuller appeared on the bridge.

"Ron, get all the ISS Fleet Marines on alert and to combat stations. I don't know what is going on there but we need to be ready. When I get in touch with the other ISS Fleet Wing Commanders I'll issue an alert to start beefing up security around the Sol system and some of the surrounding systems. We'll probably need to deploy some marines at various points to act as listening stations and as Forward Operation Forces in case of land invasions. All ISS Fleet marine battalions are at DEFCON 3 and activate Defense Plan EDP-5A for SOL system, and notify Prime Fleet Command of the defense situation and possible threat."

"Yes, Sir," Lt. Weidmuller saluted and turned and left the bridge. He just didn't want me to do everything for him does he, Weidmuller thought to himself as he was transported to the flight deck. That damn promotion has gone to his head.

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I know it wasn't alot of detail, but I"m trying to get caught up with this and get the rest of Jade Dragon and ISS Fleet into this and coordinated. If I need to know any details let me know and I'll work that into my posts.

Fleet Cmdr. Jeehun Ristar

GCV Shogun,ISS02

Fleet Leader - ISS Fleet

Intelligence and Espionage Wing Commander - ISS Fleet

Shogun of the Dragon Council - Order of Jade Dragon

-Commander's Shield

www.geocities.com/TimesSquare/Arena/9206/iss

[This message has been edited by Cmdr Ristar (edited 03-16-2000).]

[Cmdr Ristar]

[rp]

0500, March 15, 3008

Saturn, Sol

Ensign Lee was going over some communications data with the Shogun's Tactical Officer, Lt.Cmdr Brett Hull, when the first of the series of intercepted messages began to come in. They were coming from Wraith Fleet who were engaged with a Gammulan Armada. The fighting was at somewhat of a stalemate because the Wraith's could not lock onto the ships due to some sort of interference.

"Why are we just now getting these messages?" Hull asked.

Ensign Lee answered, "It could be due to whatever is not allowing the lock-on is also jamming their messages or delaying them."

"That's true, the weapons lock-on is set for a specific frequency, and they would have to be jamming a broad band of frequencies to be jamming that and their communications. We need to alert Fleet Cmdr. Ristar of this"

"Yes, sir, he is in his quarters in a meeting with Fleet Cmdr.Londono, Sommerset, Gallion, and Tringad via the secured transmission hook up"

"Get all the data available on this and have Ensign Ayako meet me in the research lab. Once Ristar gets out of his meeting let me know immediately"

"Yes, sir" Lee turned back to her console "Ensign Jasmine Ayako, meet Lt.Cmdr Hull in the Research Lab, Ensign Ayako, meet Lt.Cmdr Hull in the Research Lab."

Ensign Ayako, the Shogun's Research Officer, was in her personnel quarters doing some research on a new shielding system that GALCOM had been working on. She was in a slight panic when she was summoned to the Research Lab by the TO. She is never paged to meet anyone anywhere, much less the TO. If this was another one of their rendezvous, Brett would never summon me to the lab, he usually comes to her quarters in the evening off duty. She hurrily get herself together and made her way to the Lab.

When she arrived, Lt.Cmdr Hull was there waiting on her with a stack of papers.

"Jasmine, I need you to take a look at this, and tell me what you think."

Hull handed her the papers and explained the messages and that he believed that the probe was somehow jamming the lock on mechanism of the Wraith's weapons systems.

"Sir, is there any way we can have them do a scan for electomagnetic feedback?"

"I don't know, I can try, what would that do?"

"Well, if the Gammulans are somehow jamming a broad frequency range, then it would produce a feedback, and we could determine the bandwidth limits by sending out a signal at different frequencies. At least that would be a place to start. I can try to determine the frequency of the lock on, if all of them are being jammed, then either every ship has the same frequency or they are jamming a broad range."

"Get on it then, Ensign, let me know when you have any data, once Fleet Cmdr. Ristar gets out of his conference, I will be with him. Oh by the way, dinner in my quarters tonight, are you still coming?"

"It depends on my work load with all of this, Sir, but I would like to"

"Ok, Let me know ASAP with that information."

Hull left the Lab and headed back to the Shogun's bridge.

0500, March 15, 3008

Falkyrie Homeworld

LV-103, Alpha Cygni

For years the Falkyrie Resistance movement has been receiving aid from GALCOM. This sometimes comes in political speeches and some aid, but what the majority of GALCOM's mainstream public does not know is the involvement of the Order of Jade Dragon's Special Forces Teams that have been training the Resistance Warriors on a continuing basis and aiding them in raids against Valkyrie and Gammulan Forces. 2 Operational Detachment Alpha Teams (or just A-Teams) from the Order of Jade Dragon's 7th Special Forces have been training the Falkyrie Resistance fighters in ground and space tactics, demolitions, field medicine, covert operations, espionage and counter-intelligence warfare. They have been supported by the ISS Fleet's 103rd Orbital Marine Battalion (Covert Ops) as technical assistance and listening stations through out the area to coordinate the Resistance Movement's strikes. The 103rd is commanded by Lt.Colonel Jo Dugan, a highly decorated GALCOM marine who rose through the enlisted ranks early in GALCOM's existence and then became an officer during The Gammulan Gambit campaign. LTC Dugan is a hard nosed intel machine, he has dedicated his life to espionage and covert ops. He is one of the building blocks of GALCOM's Marine Covert Operation plans and tactics.

LTC Dugan was reading through some of the intel data that Alpha Company had received when the Battalion Executive Officer (XO), Major John Callister, knocked on the already open door.

"Sir!" Major Callister said

"Come on in John, what can I do for you?"

"Sir, we have a message from Fleet Cmdr.Ristar. Since he is Director of Covert Ops for the Order, he felt an on hands evaluation should be in order, because the Resistance is discussing an increase in the Resistance Cell. So he wanted to come out and see if more A-Teams would be needed, but he will not be able to make it personally and he will be sending Cmdr.Tringad out in his place."

LTC Dugan liked Ristar. Ristar had started out as a marine and was a highly decorated marine before following in his father's footsteps and joining the GALCOM Navy. When he learned of Ristar's appointment as the Intelligence and Espionage Wing Commander under Fleet Cmdr.DeSylva, he immediately put in a transfer for the ISS Fleet. He didn't know much about Cmdr.Tringad, but he liked him. He did know about Tringad's infiltration of the Insurgency, and he thought that took guts, and that's all that matters to him is guts. His philosophy, any GALCOM enemy of the Insurgents, is a friend of his.

"Do we know an arrival time of Cmdr.Tringad?"

"No, Sir, that has yet to be determined as there is something brewing with the Gammulans, and they are unsure of where they will be, and they will try to figure a way to get Cmdr.Tringad out here."

"Let's see what we can dig up on the Gammulan troop movements. Let the Jade Dragon commander know of this and have him meet me at 1000 hours to discuss what we can find out about the Gammulans."

"Yes, Sir" Maj. Callister, snapped to attention and did an about face and left.

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Well I hope that will set a stage for somthings. I have a plan about the probe and it will lead into other things. I need Tac, Gallion, Sommerset and Tringad to do a post about a meeting, email me to get an idea of what the meeting is about to make your posts similar.

Fleet Cmdr. Jeehun Ristar

GCV Shogun, ISS02

Fleet Leader – ISS Fleet

Intelligence and Espionage Wing Commander – ISS Fleet

Shogun of the Dragon Council – Order of the Jade Dragon

-Commander’s Shield

www.geocities.com/TimesSquare/Arena/9206/iss

[This message has been edited by Cmdr Ristar (edited 03-16-2000).]

[Ben Somerset]

[RP]

0415, March 15, 3008

Rinaal, Cyrian

GCV Swiftsure

Once more, the Swiftsure stood in the glow of Condition Red, and the klaxons of General Quarters. Gallion had just crossed the jump point to Hadar-IX and enacted their joint plan for a rear assault. Gallion would act as bait, and Somerset and the rest of the Battlecruisers would catch the Gammulan's as they came through the jump point, and before their ships could reorient their systems.

All they had to do was wait, and keep their weapons locked on the jumpgate.

Soon enough, there was a flash, and a battered Battlecruiser appeared through the jump point. The Gammulans wouldn't be far behind. Somerset activated an all ships channel, and said "All ships, keep weapons locked for the first thing that comes through the jumpgate. Once something appears, fire at will. I repeat, fire at will. Let's teach those b*****d's a lesson. Swiftsure out.

From his post, Soran reported "A ship is transiting the jump point," as a flash of light came from the jumpgate, and a Gammulan ship appeared, disoriented.

"Fire all weapons!" Somerset ordered.

From all of the Battlecruisers, missiles and weapons fire pounded the ship. Within 5 seconds her shields were pierced, and fires began erupting, fed by the oxygen contained in the ship.

This happened fourteen more times, as Gammulan ships transited the jump point, and were destroyed before their systems could even reorient from the jump. Gallion had been smart in suggesting that they exploit this little remembered problem of computers taking a moment to adjust after passing through a jump point. But it was just long enough to take advantage of.

The plan of the wily Corsair had succeeded once again. How, Somerset would never know. But it took the war to the enemy, and that is what he wanted. The Gammulan Navy would rue the day they waged war against Wraith.

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Will post about the JD meeting a little later.

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Cmdr. Benjamin Somerset

GCV Swiftsure

*1st Squadron, *SIN Wing

Stationed, *Starstation Wrath

"I wish to have no connection with any ship that does not sail fast, for I intend to go into harm's way." - John Paul Jones

ICQ 32545391, CST

=TDY Wraith Fleet=

Prime Fleet Liason Officer

[Ben Zwycky]

[rp]The GCV Svoboda cruised back and forth in Treas on full battle alert. Galcom was at war with the Gammulans and she, together with the rest of Flight groups Centauri and Eridani of the ISS Defence Wing and a significant number of SCID's forces were assigned the duty of protecting Sol from a backdoor assault through Vesperon and/or Empirian Space.

The promotion of Ristar to Strategic Commander over SCID and ISS Fleets would make a massive impact on both fleets' structure and resources. No-one knew exactly where those changes would end, but they had already started. The Svoboda in particular had been given access to a number of experimental pieces of equipment developed by SCID engineers, some of which Steve, Chris (Elworthy), Paul and Nicola had integrated into the velvet strike package, along with some improvements to the existing equipment, suggested by Doug and Ben.

Ben was in his ready room, monitoring the transmissions from several long range probes scattered through the quadrant, when he was interrupted by Karen:

"Ben, we just received a nanoburst secure transmission from Renegade Station. It's for your eyes only."

"OK, patch it through here."

Ben inserted his security key to the secure comms panel and activated the retinal scanner.

The machine hummed gently for a second then beeped.

"Identity Confirmed. Decrypting."

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To: Cmdr Zwycky

From: Strat. Cmdr Ristar

The Dragon Council has selected you to join the Order of Jade Dragon. If you accept, you must reply to this message. Your reply will automatically self-encrypt. An immediate answer is required, as a cloaked Starcarrier class Supercruiser is on its way to deliver you your new security clearance and instructions. If I do not hear from you within 5 minutes that data package will be destroyed, this message will delete itself, and you are never to discuss this conversation with anyone else. Whatever you decide, you will still be my adjutant in my new position.

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Ben sat back in his chair. The Order of Jade Dragon! No-one outside of that organisation knew exactly what it did, or who it was comprised of, but rumour had it that only the elite from the various Galcom fleets were ever invited to join, and they were involved in massive covert operations all over the galaxy. He would never be asked again.

He straightened up and quickly sent his reply.

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To: Strat. Cmdr Ristar

From: Cmdr Zwycky

I would be honoured, sir.

Am awaiting package.

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As he reentered the bridge an alarm sounded

"Cloaked vessel coming through the Tramis Jumpgate!"

"Ready weapons, just in case."

"Vessel Decloaking- it's Galcom, sir. A Starcarrier."

"Tell them we are ready for transport. I'll be in the ready room."

A jump anomaly appeared in the ready room and a courier holding a small metallic box appeared out of it. He handed the box to Commander Zwycky and saluted. Ben Saluted back and without another word the courier beamed back to the Starcarrier which recloaked and went on its way. Ben sat and used his security key and retinal scan to open the box. Inside was a new security key, a small electronic device and a datapad. Ben followed the instructions on the datapad, locked the ready room door, plugged the electronic device into his secure comms terminal and plugged his new key into the device. It scanned his retina and fingerprints then activated a new comms channel. Ben then purged the data from the pad and put it back in the box. Five seconds later the faint smell of burning plastic came from inside the box accompanied by a quiet hissing sound.

The three-dimensional image of Strategic Commander Ristar formed in front of the Comms Terminal.

"Ah, Ben! Glad you decided to join us."[/rp]

That OK for you, Jeehun? I didn't put a time index because I'm not sure exactly when you wanted this to happen. I could always edit out whatever doesn't fit with whatever you have in mind, for example if you wanted me to join before the fleet restructuring.

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Commander Ben Zwycky

GCV Svoboda ISS07

Defence Wing -ISS Fleet

Adjutant to the Strategic Commander

ISS Fleet Recruiting Officer

http://www.watson-jones.swinternet.co.uk/Svoboda

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

[This message has been edited by Ben Zwycky (edited 03-17-2000).]

[Guest]

[rp on]

0900, March 15, 3008

Jade Dragon Headquarters (Unknown Location)

Alun Tringad sat in the repair facility at Jade Dragon Headquarters, overseeing the modifications being done to the LRT-10 transport. The modifications included adding hidden weapons systems, a shield generator, improved armor, and the installation of a stolen Gammulan/Trader IFF module.

The plan was simple. Tringad would take a skeleton crew and fly the LRT-10 to LV-103, hopefully not gaining the attention of the Gams in the process. The only problem was that if the Gammulans tried to contact him; which they would, for security reasons; he didn't know a word of the Gammulan tongue.

That's where Ben Zwycky came in. Ben and his "Ventriloquist" had played a major part during the brief battle with the Vesperons a few years ago. Now it would be needed again, to stop a more major threat: The Gammulans.

[RP OFF]

See "Eternal Diligence" for more details on the battle with the Vesperons.

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Fleet Commander Alun Tringad

GCV Black Falcon ISS03

Fleet Commander - ISS Fleet

- Award for Gallantry

Staff Member at RPGClassics.com

[This message has been edited by William Ramsay (edited 03-17-2000).]

[Guest]

[RP ON]

1235, March 15, 3008

Jade Dragon Headquarters (Unknown Location)

The modifications to the LRT-10 were almost complete. Tringad was inspecting the shield generator, when the data-pad strapped to his leg beeped. He looked at the screen, and on it was a message: "PRIORITY MESSAGE FROM STRATEGIC COMMANDER RISTAR".

Strategic Commander?!? Tringad thought, when did this happen? He walked outside and took the short foot-path to his office. Once inside, he activated the comm-panel and Jeehun Ristar's face appeared on-screen.

"Ah, Alun. I've been meaning to get in contact with you," said Ristar.

"What's all this Strategic Commander business?" asked Tringad.

"I just found out about it myself," Ristar coughed, "I have some good news, Alun."

"What's that? The Gams given up and gone home?"

"No, not that good, I'm affraid. You've been promoted to Fleet Commander."

Tringad's jaw dropped. Me? A Fleet Commander? he thought, This has to be a mistake.

"You're also in command of the ISS now," said Ristar.

"What about you?"

"The Supreme Commander has merged SCID into the ISS. I have joint command. My new title is 'Chief of Fleet Operations, ISS/SCID Fleets'. Nice, huh?" Ristar smiled.

"Yeah, real flashy." Tringad also smiled.

"My secretary is contacting the ISS Wing Commanders now, we will be having a meeting shortly. How is our little project coming along?"

"Very well. I expect the 'Humble Pie' will be ready for take-off within the next twenty-four hours."

"Very good, keep me posted. OK, I have the ISS Wing Commanders on hold, let's start the meeting."

The vid-screen split into four pictures, each with a different commander's face within: Ristar, Jamont, Bader, and Dilvorn.

Ristar cleared his throat and began, "Welcome, gentlemen. The reason I have called this meeting is to brief you on some important matters at hand. First of all, the merger of ISS and SCID Fleets. The Supreme Commander has merged these fleets, as they have the same purpose. He has promoted me to the rank of Strategic Commander, and has placed me in joint command. As of now, Commander Tringad is ISS Fleet Commander, and has been promoted to the rank of Fleet Commander. Also, Commander Bader, you are now ISS Fleet Vice Fleet Commander. Congrats, you're past due for a promotion. Also, you are now the Tactical Support Wing Commander. Commander Jamont, you are now the Intel and Espionage Wing Commander, don't let me down.

Over the next few days, and with Tringad's help, I will be going over a list of possible SCID Fleet Commanders. I'd like to hear your comments on this."

[RP OFF]

ISS Wing Commander, feel free to post now.

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Fleet Commander Alun Tringad

GCV Black Falcon ISS03

Fleet Commander - ISS Fleet

- Award for Gallantry

Staff Member at RPGClassics.com

[Cody Bader]

[RP]

0830 hrs, 15 March 3008, Renegade Starstation orbiting Saturn

Routine, as some would say, is the silent necessity in daily life. Cdr. Bader often enjoyed reading his daily briefing while glancing up to enjoy the view offered from his office. After that, he took the 'skyway' (his term for the transport ferries linking sections of the station together) to Beta concourse, where he would talk to his crew over breakfast. As his 'eyes and ears', they would report the nature of the world beyond his, occasionally talking about interesting developments.

From there, he would visit with his counterpart officers of the 7th Orbital Marine Battalion, and discuss the tactical situation. The commander of his sister ship [The Minos Feres), Cdr. Gorshkov, kept him appraised of intelligence in Bader's old stomping grounds, the Uranus system. His own ship, the GCV Minos Corva, remained docked (or perhaps moored) at docking section L7, as it has been for the last three months. It had been months since he actually had a face to face conversation with Ristar, Tringad, or any of his ISS colleagues. He knew they would meet again, perhaps even visit while he 'held the fort' in Saturn. For all he knew, he would meet them..

1115 hrs - offices of Cdr. C.G. Bader, Renegade Starstation

"Sir, I've recieved a communique from 'Top Hat' on a restricted level 3 encryption."

Bader's eyes suddenly perked up when he heard 'Top Hat', his office codename for Fleet Cdr. Ristar. "Put it on this station, lieutenant!" Bader bawked across the empty room.

"Recieving signal and..." He placed his hand on the print scanner. "..decoding."

It read: "Priority transmission Level 3 - Strategic Commander J. Ristar

--- Good day. High level events emerging from high command. Situation briefing anticipated via commlink at 1200 hrs. That is all."

"Computer, delete this message. Send a message to senior ship personnel on the station to meet me on the Minos Corva by 1150 hrs pronto. I am enroute." Cdr. Bader stood up and walked out of his office.

1159 hrs, 15 March 3008 - Commander's quarters, GCV Minos Corva

Commander Bader stood anxiously in his quarters, which he considered to be the most secure place on the ship, given the situation. A skeleton crew was assigned to the ship, and were supposedly bringing the ship to active status. Supposedly, because it should have been already.

Communications officer Brykin finally broke the silence. "Commander, we are recieving a signal from Strategic Commander Ristar on a priority channel."

Strategic Commander? Now this is going to be big.. Cmdr. Bader thought to himself.

"Decrypt and patch it to my station", Bader responded.

The screen sprang to life and split into four pictures, each with a different commander's face: Ristar, Jamont, Bader, and Dilvorn.

"Welcome, gentlemen. The reason I have called this meeting is to brief you on some important matters at hand. First of all, the merger of ISS and SCID Fleets. The Supreme Commander has merged these fleets, as they have the same purpose. He has promoted me to the rank of Strategic Commander, and has placed me in joint command. As of now, Commander Tringad is ISS Fleet Commander, and has been promoted to the rank of Fleet Commander. Also, Commander Bader, you are now ISS Fleet Vice Fleet Commander. Congrats, you're past due for a promotion. Also, you are now the Tactical Support Wing Commander. Commander Jamont, you are now the Intel and Espionage Wing Commander, don't let me down.

Over the next few days, and with Tringad's help, I will be going over a list of possible SCID Fleet Commanders. I'd like to hear your comments on this."

Bader exhaled, in both a sigh of relief and surprise. He didn't expect this at all. It was so unexpected, in fact, that he was speechless. Speechless, and grinning.

[/RP]

Comrade in Arms, Friend of the People

Cdr. C.G. Bader ISS04

GCV Minos Corva, 7th OMB

ISS Vice Fleet Commander

[Cmdr Ristar]

The next few posts in this thread are from a previous thread about a mole in the ISS. I wanted to bring the Insurgents in on this, if they want to role play the mole and a possible assassian against me later on in the role play. Whoever the mole will be email me and I will give the details. If not then we can write a Gammulan hired assassian into the part. I was just leaving the door open for the Insurgents to get in on this. I altered one of the players. I changed my name to Cmdr. Jamont, now that he is the INtel wing commander, and this gives him an opening to begin role playing as he is new to it completely

{rp on}

Fleet Cmdr. Alun Tringad sat in his office aboard Renegade, going through the endless stack of reports and paperwork. 'Paperwork' really didn't describe it anymore, but the term stuck.

The recent re-structuring of ISS Fleet was hell on the command staff. How the simple changing of the units names was causing so much trouble was beyond him.

As he read each report, he came across something strange, a report that didn't belong in his office. 'Must be a mixup' thought Tringad. But when he saw that a page, mearly a term for the next screenful of text nowadays, was missing, he knew something was wrong. He was about to investigate when there was a buzz from his desk.

"Sir, incoming transmission from the Midway" came the secretary's voice over the commlink.

"Ok, put it through" replied Tringad.

Commander Danz Borin's face appeared on the screen. Borin had been Tringad's tactical officer and XO aboard the Black Falcon for a long time before getting his own command, the GCV Midway (a Starcruiser-class Heavy Cruiser), and assigned to the First ISS Task Force.

"Danz, been a month since I last heard from you, what the hell is wrong with you?" yelled Tringad with a smile.

"Been busy, boss" replied borin.

"Doing what?"

"My job, what do you think?"

"Don't make me pull rank" Tringad's smile got bigger.

"You don't outrank me anymore, remember?"

"Damn, what were the brass at Galcom HQ thinking when they promoted you?"

"I was about to ask the same of DeSylva when he made you TSA Coordinator" Borin's smile caught up with Tringad's.

"Alright, enough. Anyway, what's new? Why bother me in my office?" asked Tringad.

"Had to check in, make sure all that paperwork hadn't killed you."

"It almost has. You on Renegade?"

"Yup, just got in"

"Good, meet me for a drink in the bar, I get off in fifteen minutes"

"Alright, meet you there"

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Tringad sat down at his favorite table. Officers of his position weren't supposed to have a favorite table, but he did anyway.

"So, why did you want to meet?" asked Borin.

"Here, look at this. Tell me what you think" Tringad handed him the datapad.

"Hm, that's strange. A whole page is missing?" asked Borin after looking through the report.

"Yeah, not only that, but it's not even from my wing. It's from Jamont's Intel Wing"

"Well, you know pen-pushers, they always mix things up"

"Not this bad, Intel Wing reports are top-secret, and are not filed by normal Fleet staff"

"I wouldn't worry about it so much, Alun, it's just a missplaced report," Borin said as he took a sip of his drink.

"Maybe, but you know me, 'mister paranoid'. I'll check in with Jamont and see if he knows anything. This might just be bigger then we thought.

-----Meanwhile aboard the GCV Svoboda-----

Ben was still becoming accustomed to his new position as Adjutant to the Strategic commander. It was an incredible honour, and an awesome responsibility to be the galactic eyes and ears of the fleet commander, and act as his representative in many situations. His security clearance was only one below command level. His parents had been so proud when he had told them. Even with the Zwycky familys illustrious heritage, no one had ever reached such a position. Not that his head was in the clouds- he understood his duties and responsibilities and was capable of them, but he still found joy in the title of his personnel file.

After filing his latest tactical report, Ben decided to head over to Renegade stations main bar to relax, as his latest tour of duty was now over. As he walked through the station corridors, he thought to himself as he often did- that he would have liked to have someone to share this life of his with. Someone like Jana or his thoughts momentarily drifted to the girl who had unknowingly caused him so much pain, the one he grew up with, who captivated him all those years. He dismissed those thoughts. They never did any good.

He reached the bar and spotted the ISS Fleet Commander in a conversation with a commander he wasnt familiar with. His voice seemed strangely familiar though, which probably meant theyd been introduced. It happened a lot. Ben just caught the end of their conversation. ".....this might just be bigger than we thought."

"Hi Alun! Hows it going?"

"Hi Ben! Not too bad. How are things in Defense wing? Cmdr Dilvorn pushing you all too hard?"

"Not too hard, not too slack. He seems to be adjusting well to his new position, and making good use of us all. I really feel like weve been doing some good out there."

"Thats encouraging. Hey, I hear congratulations are in order!"

"You heard about that? Yeah, were all pretty happy about that. A lot of us could see it happening, but didnt expect it quite so soon. It looks pretty likely theyll want me to do the ceremony, which will be a new challenge, but an enjoyable one I hope. They make a great couple. What was that you were talking about just now?"

"Here, take a look at this." Tringad handed him the report.

"Ah, yes, I heard about this situation. Hey, theres a page missing!"

"Thats what Im worried about."

"You think its a lapse in security?"

"Its a possibility."

Really? If someone was leaking this report, theyd have to be pretty amateurish to make a mistake like deleting a page.

"I still think its worth looking into."

"Well, thats up to you, but if youre that worried, why not let Briggs and Elworthy do a residual data analysis on it and the backup of the original file to check for tampering or copying. Theyre pretty experienced in that area, and they know what to look for."

"Briggs and Elworthy. I hear they're pretty good." Tringad looked over at Borin. "What do you think?"

"I think anything is worth a try at this point. If this is a security leak then we need to take all possible measures to stop it." Borin looked at Ben. "I think we've met, but I'm not sure. Commander Danz Borin, at your service."

"Ben Zwycky. Nice to meet you," said Ben while shaking Borin's hand.

"Well, I think I'll contact Ristar and see if he wants to bring his boys in on it," said Tringad, sipping his drink. "Ben, have a seat, man."

"Don't mind if I do." Ben sat down across from Borin, and looked at Tringad. "While you do that, I'll call up Briggs and Elworthy."

Tringad put down his drink. "Sounds like we've got ourselves a plan, I just hope it works."

-----Aboard the GCV Conquest-----

Commander Josh Dilvorn had just taken the last sip of his third cup of black coffee when the comm speakers in the lounge came to life, "Ensign Young to Commander Dilvorn."

"Dilvorn here" the commander replied.

"Renegade station should be within visual range in a few moments, sir" the navigations officer reported.

"Acknowleged Ensign. I'm on my way to the bridge now. Dilvorn out."

Dilvorn had stood and was heading for the door even before he had finished speaking to the ensign. Moments later as he appeared on the bridge and crossed to his chair, the commander turned to the communications officer, "Lieutenant Peale, inform the station of our approach and request docking access. Also inform them that we wish to have our reactor upgraded."

"Aye, sir." she replied.

Dilvorn then tapped a key on his console and the bridge viewer switched to external view. In this mode it could easily be mistaken for a window due to the extremly high resolution and clarity. Just to the left of center a small speck could be seen which was most likely Renegage station.

"What is our ETA on the staion?" inquired the commander.

"Just over 4 minutes, sir."

Dilvorn sat back into his chair and watched as the speck gradually grew larger and larger. Then the communications officer spoke,

"Sir, Renegade has cleared us to dock. We are to procede to docking port three upon arrival."

Minutes later the Conquest quietly glided through the opening of Renegade station. The docking tractors guiding the ship toward docking port three. Dilvorn opened a channel to engineering,

"Chief Henrick, cut power to the main engine and prepare to transfer to station power once we are docked. Then take the reactor offline and shut down all non-essential systems."

"Aye sir, I would like to request permission to supervise the reactor upgrade as well, Sir" came the reply from the chief.

Dilvorn smiled as he gave his answer, "Permission granted chief. Dilvorn out."

The commander then turned to the comms officer, "Lieutenant, open a shipwide broadcast channel."

"Channel open sir."

The commander stood up from his chair before addressing the entire crew, "All hands, non-essential and off duty personnel are granted temporary shore leave to Renegade station."

Dilvorn then noticed that they were in position,

"Ensign Young, secure all morings and connect airlocks one and three."

"Aye sir. Moorings secure, airlocks are open."

"Very well," replied the commander, "bridge dismissed."

Within a few moments everyone had made there way off the bridge. Dilvorn reached across to his console and locked out the bridge consoles. He then left the bridge, securing the door on his way out.

A few minutes later, Dilvorn walked through the entrance to the bar. He glanced quickly around the room. Noticing a few of his crew already enjoying the station's facilities. He then noticed two familiar faces. Ben Zwycky and Alun Tringad. Even though he hadn't actually met Fleet Cmdr. Tringad in person before, Dilvorn recognised him from his files. Ben Zwycky, on the other hand, he had met before on Orion station. Dilvorn walked over to their table, noticing another commander that he didn't recognise. Dilvorn managed to catch the end of something that Alun was saying, "...I just hope it works."

"Did I miss anything?" asked Dilvorn.

"We were discussing an abmormality in this report" replied Ben, motioning to the datapad laying on the table.

"Do you mind if I take a look at that?"

"Go for it." answered Alun, sliding the report across the table toward Dilvorn.

As he went over it Ben spoke, "Notice how there's a page missing?"

Dilvorn nodded, "Yes, that's quite strange indeed."

"We were just about to get some computer experts from my crew to run a residual data analysis on it."

"Sounds like the best bet to me, let me know if I can help you with anything."

---A Few Hours Later aboard the Svoboda---

"Well, gentlemen, How did the tests come up?" Cmdr. Zwycky asked the 2 computer techs

"Negative"

"Nothing?"

"Well, it's not been tampered with, or copied or transmitted anywhere, so as far as we can tell this document hasn't been leaked, but not that it didn't deserve to be."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, whoever administered this document should be sacked. They didn't validate the contents of the report, obey standard encryption procedures, or check on the location where it should be sent. In an intelligence organisation, or any organisation, that's very slack security."

"I guess the reorganisation on the fleet has taken its toll on the administrative side of things."

"I would suggest the fleet needs to review its security procedures, and do a thorough analysis on all important documents to check for leaks. You know the old saying 'Where there's lax security, there's someone taking advantage of it.'"

"Yes, I see. I'll have to pass on your recommendations to the fleet commander."

{/rp}

That is the whole thread of the ISS mole role play. That should leave the door open for the Insurgents or if they don't want to participate we can have a Gammulan infiltration and assassination attempt. Either way this leaves the door open for some CIOPS role playing also.

Fleet Cmdr. Jeehun Ristar

GCV Shogun, ISS02

ISS Fleet Commander

Shogun of the Dragon Council – Order of the Jade Dragon

-Commander’s Shield

www.geocities.com/TimesSquare/Arena/9206/iss

[This message has been edited by Cmdr Ristar (edited 03-21-2000).]

[Commander Jamont]

Early in the Evening,

Cmdr. Jamont's Quarters

[rp]

Toekirah: Hi Nick

Cmdr.Jamont: Hi babe

So how's my wife been doing lately?

All good my wing commander.

Babe i must tell you something , The Fleet Leader gave me new orders and im getting the ship prepped.

Noooooo! you Promised

Toekirah ren out the door!!

Cmdr.Jamont: Damn ....must think of orders im sorry toekirah

Later that night:

Comm.Room

Sigh when the hell is Cmdr. Ristar gonna contact me for the rest of the orders....

[/rp]

Welcome to the RP forum, Commander. Get used to the RP tags. Your character's words and actions should always fall between them. Otherwise what you say and do could be mistaken for something else.

[This message has been edited by Ron Wallin (edited 03-18-2000).]

[Ben Somerset]

[RP]

0530, March 15, 3008

Rinaal, Cyrian

GCV Swiftsure

The fighting had let up, and no Gammulan ships had attempted to jump into Rinaal in the last 20 minutes. It appeared that the Gammulans had decided to leave the remainder of their ships in Hadar-IX. Somerset assumed that whoever was commanding the Gammulan Fleet wasn't about to risk sending any more ships back to Rinaal, because none of the seventeen he had sent already had reported back. A lone ship just completing transit was no match for fifteen heavily armed Battlecruisers with crews lusting for revenge against their dead comrades. Comrades who had died less than twelve hours ago, in the first conflict of the Second Gammulan War.

Even now, all the ships sensors could still detect debris and wreckage from the Battle of Rinaal, and of the remnants of a mighty Starstation orbiting Rinaal's first moon. It was a place that many of his crew had come to call home. Where they lived with wives, and raised families. But that was no longer. Their families were hundereds of lightyears away by now, safe from the enemy onslaught.

What urged these weary crews on was exacting vengenance against the Gammulans, who had attacked them unprovoked, and killed their friends. Out of sixty-eight ships, thirty-two were lost. Somerset tried to cope with the idea that over 6400 good men and women had lost their lives under his command. He couldn't convince himself that there was nothing he could do. That what happened was no fault of his. He knew that would haunt him for a long time to come.

Somerset's thoughts were interuppted by Melanie. "Sir, incoming message for you, Priority I."

"Put it through," Somerset said as he put himself together.

It was a text only message from the Fleet Commander. He was ordered into Hadar-IX, and gather intel on the new Gammulan probes. Oh, great. My first official assignment of the War, is to go scan an enemy probe. Well, 'tis not mine to question why... Somerset thought to himself, and started giving orders. "Soran, prepare and SR probe for launch. Ishikawa, plot a jump to Hadar-IX. Kamarov, kindly take us to Condition Red, and sound General Quarters. We're going to look at those new probes the Gammulans have."

They all looked at each other strangely, but complied with their orders, as klaxons went off all through the ship as the computer intoned "Condition Red, Condition Red. All hands man Battle Stations."

Reports of readiness started flowing in, and Kamarov was the last to respond with "All Battle Stations manned and ready, sir. Veapons charged and at the ready."

"Very well. Soran, launch the probe, and send it through to Hadar-IX. McAllister, keep us within 300 meters of the probe to mask our jump. Mr. Kamarov, engage the cloaking device. Once we jump, start taking all the readings you can. I want hard data on this."

The Swiftsure faded from view, as it followed closely behind the SR probe. They approaced the jumpgate, and with a flash of light, the probe disappeared. Less than a second later, the flash encompassed them too, as the transited to Hadar-IX.

"Report," Somerset asked.

"Readings are sporadic, Commander. It appears that the probes are being used to jam sensors, much like an EMD unit, only more powerful. I'm getting indications that they are 2.6 times more effective than a standard EMD jammer."

"Will it effect the cloaking field?" Ishikawa questioned.

"The cloaking device is active and operating normally, sir." Kamarov said, answering the question. "Sir! I've managed to get a...vait...it's gone. For a few seconds, I had a veapons lock. But now it's gone."

"Soran?" Somerset said, wanting more information.

"It appears that the probes stop jamming every 2.6 seconds. They may use that time to search for any frequencies that have active scans, and then jam them. Sensors indicate that the probes are cycling once every 2 minutes," Soran replied.

Ishikawa's face lit up as he suggested, "So, what if we rotate active frequencies every 2 minutes?"

"We would be jammed by another probe that just completed cycling. There is a way to defeat everything...we just have not found it yet." Soran said, deflating Ishikawa's good idea.

They remained for another 25 minutes gathering data, before Somerset ordered their return to Rinaal. Once they arrived, Somerset brought up a communication screen, and wrote a message. He attached the data they and the probe had collected, and sent it to a secure outpost, where it would be routed directly to Ristar. Somerset hoped he could make good use of it, before he had to fight an enemy equipped with those jammers.

He would make it a fight they would never forget.

[/RP]

Hope you know what to do with the data now that you've got it, Ristar.

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Cmdr. Benjamin Somerset

GCV Swiftsure

*1st Squadron, *SIN Wing

Stationed, *Starstation Wrath

"I wish to have no connection with any ship that does not sail fast, for I intend to go into harm's way." - John Paul Jones

ICQ 32545391, CST

=TDY Wraith Fleet=

Prime Fleet Liason Officer

[Commander Jamont]

[rp]

Early in the morning......Bridge

Oke Helms let's go

Yes Sir !!!!

(thinking by myself here we go agian)

Oke Steady as she go's

Comms Officer send a Msg to Ristar that were off and leaving the station , inform him that i need clear Navigation were to go.

Yes Sir

Alright shields to 25% , we dont know what's out there ....the Gams always show in strange places.

[/rp]

Cmdr. Jamont

GCV- Prophecy IV

Intelligence and Espionage Wing Commander

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[Cmdr Ristar]

I realized something last night about the time sequence of bringing in the ISS Mole thread into the role playing. I forgot to put a time on it. The entire post I did about the ISS mole takes place during the Prelude to the Dance build up.

I will be posting later today, I just wanted to let people know when that took place because it has Tringad in a conversation with people, when he is actually heading out to LV-103.

Fleet Cmdr. Jeehun Ristar

GCV Shogun, ISS02

ISS Fleet Commander

Shogun of the Dragon Council – Order of the Jade Dragon

-Commander’s Shield

www.geocities.com/TimesSquare/Arena/9206/iss

[This message has been edited by Cmdr Ristar (edited 03-21-2000).]

[Guest Cmdr Josh Dilvorn]

1305, March 15, 3008

Saturn, Sol

As the four way communications link closed Dilvorn turned to the comms officer, "Lt Peale, send a priority message to all defense wing ships. They are to initiate defense plan EDP-5A and wait for further instructions." He then turned to his tactical officer, "DeHaro, I need you to compile a report on the wing's current state. I need to know what we have and where we have it."

"Aye, sir. I'll get right on it." replied the LtCmdr as she began typing into her terminal."

As all this was taking place the sleakness of the Conquest slid effortlessly through the emptiness of space, heading toward the Pluto jumpgate, where she would continue her patrol of GALCOM space.

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Commander Josh Dilvorn

GCV Conquest, ISS08

Defense Wing Commander - ISS Fleet

www.conquest.f2s.com

[Cmdr Ristar]

[rp]

"Sir, we are receiving a message from Cmdr Jamont aboard the Prophecy IV, it seems the Prophecy IV is requesting instructions for deployment."

"Ensign, forward that message to Fleet Cmdr. Tringad, I hear there is something brewing inside the ISS and Cmdr. Jamont might want to begin investigation of that situation. For now send the Prophecy IV to go to Saturn and await Fleet Cmdr. Tringad's orders"

"Yes, sir"

{/rp}

Tringad, you can direct Cmdr.Jamont to begin investigation on the mole situation.

Strategic Cmdr. Jeehun Ristar

GCV Shogun, ISS02

Chief of Fleet Operations – ISS/SCID Fleets

Shogun of the Dragon Council – Order of the Jade Dragon

-Commander’s Shield

www.geocities.com/TimesSquare/Arena/9206/iss

[Gallion]

[rp]

0545, March 15, 3008

Hadar-9, Cyrian

The situation was unexceptable to Mor-DÔÇÖr. Nothing has been heard from any of the warships sent after the lone Galcom BC that had teased the bloodlust of the Gammulan Warrior. Though he has heard that a small fleet will be sent to the Rinaal system to investigate what is or was going on in that system.

A probe entered the system from Rinaal earlier. Several Gammulan fighter pilots were able to satisfy their appetite for destruction somewhat chasing down and then eliminating its presence from the system. Several other probes that were deployed by the Gammulans begin to activate and send out alerts to the warships monitoring them. These probes are the among if not the best available within the Empire. Given enough time, they could even detect the presence of a cloaked ship.

The Rinaal jump point flashed with activity once again. What ever came in system is no longer within, thought the Vanguard leader, lucky for it too ÔÇô target lock solutions were almost in and he was just about to order a blind fire.

0559, March 15, 3008

Rinaal, Cyrian

A conference request had been received from Dragon central and Gallion declined to participate, rather he could not damage to the Graf SpeeÔÇÖs communication systems prevented advance communication services. Instead he forwarded what he knew of the tactical situation within the Gammulan and Credian quadrants.

The Swiftsure returned from its foray into Hadar-9 and sent the gathered data towards destination(s) unknown to most but well known to the old Corsair. Some of the communication system modifications done to the Graf Spee were still operational, which is a miracle in of itself, and managed to intercept the data being transmitted from the Swiftsure. Several minutes later the data had been deciphered and analyzed.

Gallion quickly perused the data and made his decision and yet another change of his modis-operendi.

ÔÇ£Ben, change 2000,ÔÇØ Gallion said to Commander Somerset once a commlink had been established.

What , was the cut-off reply from Somerset.

ÔÇ£I am detaching and reassigning eight of the battlecruisers under my command to you. You will carry out your current assignment, harass the Gams when able, and get word to our esteemed leader that something came up that I need to look into. I will be out of contact for most of this sojourn. The Gams fell for this trick once and I donna think that they will fall for it again. Also expect some type of Gam recon force to investigate what we did here. Any questions Ben?ÔÇØ

Commander Somerset had barely begun to formulate his response when Gallion continued on his tirade.

ÔÇ£Good. The only other thing that I will add is this,ÔÇØ Gallion became somewhat tense and sullen as he continued, ÔÇ£watch your six Ben. As ye know the Gams arenÔÇÖt pussy-footinÔÇÖ around this time. I have a bad feeling about this. Good luck and ÔÇÿtill we meet again, Gallion OUT!ÔÇØ

With all said and done, Gallion abruptly terminated the commlink and signaled the unlucky battlecruiser commander to form up on the Graf Spee. A bakerÔÇÖs dozen of battlecruisers detected the departure of those two warships moments later. Somerset had no idea where the crazy Corsair was going but he did note one thing; both BCs exited the Rinaal system via the Pravis JP.

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Ye be on ye own now Ben

[This message has been edited by Gallion (edited 03-20-2000).]