Eclipse Posted August 6, 2000 Report Share Posted August 6, 2000 I'm watching, but not sure what I should do, Gallion, if you could, catch me online. I don't want to post something out of place, even if defense of the Trenis/Antis System and Spectre is my responsibility. If it weren't for orders, I would have intercepted you before you arived. My ICQ is in my profile.------------------ Cmdr. Antilles Spectre Fleet Spectre Starstation ICV- Eclipse Chief Security Officer Learning is not compulsory... Neither is survival. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rattler Posted August 6, 2000 Report Share Posted August 6, 2000 To all Insurgents, at this moment we are observing the actions in this thread. We shall not interfere with it's ongoings unless a direct threat is attempted to our Stations and Ships. Remain in Neutral positions and simply observe. It's taken a long time to get all of the pieces of the puzzle together so let's let Gallion and his crew finish the script. OK? ------------------ Rattler, Insurgent One Commander-In-Chief, InsurgencyOfficial Tester,Battlecruiser Series [email protected] ICQ 12894104"Bad? You ain't seen BAD, But WE'RE Coming! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gallion Posted August 6, 2000 Author Report Share Posted August 6, 2000 Cmdr Steele,Peruse the entire thread and the previous threads relating to the Wraith Massacre. Wraith HQ (Starstation) is destroyed. THere are only three Galcom vessels in the Gam quad. All others are currently in Trenis/Antis.Continue operations in Gam quad is fatal to character activity. Research and adjust please.TTFN------------------ Commander Gallion GCV Graf Spee *1st Squadron, *Corsair Wing Stationed, *Starbase Cerberus "Run Silent, Run Deep" ICQ# 29486270, EST (GMT-5) =Wraith Fleet= Second in Command, Wraith Fleet Bushi of the Dragon Council Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Commander Jamont Posted August 7, 2000 Report Share Posted August 7, 2000 sorry for my absence but there where some private matters , but im back once again expect a post tommorow sorry again Cya Commander Jamont ISS05 Wing Commander Intel % Espionage Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gallion Posted August 8, 2000 Author Report Share Posted August 8, 2000 [rp]2111, March 15, 3008 LV-103, Alpha CygniThe bridge crew of the GCV Graf Spee scurried to find the newest threat as their Commander occasionally would glance at the tactical display, not as he paced the deck of the bridge. Lt. Cmdr. Rico Cuervo waited for the backlash that he was sure would come. The last 24 hours of his new assignment were a living hell for the still wet behind the ears new Tactical Officer of the Graf Spee. Rico had heard horror stories regarding the infamous Corsair Wing Commander, but had not believed them. Unfortunately it seemed to Rico, some of those stories bore truth more often than naught. Rico held his breath for a second and spoke a small prayer to himself as he prepared to deliver the latest news to the pacing Commander of the GCV Graf Spee.Still no sign of the Shogun Commander, Rico reported, nothing out there but space dust and flotsam.What has spectrum analysis, began the Commander before he cut himself off. The Graf Spee had sustained major battle damage during the last 24 hour period; not all of which could be repaired. One system that was completely destroyed was the custom built SES module formally located in CB2. The Towed Array antennas were lost along with much of CB1 during the initial Gammulan onslaught in LV-103 just 24 hours ago. The loss of these two systems significantly degraded the Graf Spees sensor systems and equipment. Making the Battlecruiser almost blind as a bat. Only now were some of the sensor equipment coming back on-line after being reconfigure back to OEM specifications. The only trick that the battered Battlecruiser had left was her special paint or coating that significantly reduced sensor and radar detection. Even that was not 100 percent, it too was damaged to 40 percent effectiveness. Which meant that there was a 60 percent increase that the Graf Spee could/would be detected by any decent sensing system in operation within the known galaxy. The Commander contemplated all this and was about to clarify his question when all hell broke loss on the bridgeGalcom vessel decloaking directly astern, range 4k, detect multiple weapons launch, missiles and energy weapons discharge  possible IOD and PTA laser fire; shield strength 30% and rising. Missile impact in 2 seconds, Rico bellowed from his battle station, as he and the rest of the bridge crew braced themselves for the barrage impact to come.The Commander stopped pacing the bridge and stared at the tactical display superimposed as the bridge crew braced themselves. He recognized the signature of the Galcom vessel and managed to locate his PDA display, without taking his attention from the bridge viewer. The Commander located and sent a preformatted message from his PDA to the attacking Galcom vessel, the GCV Shogun, then waited fot the reply to just sent message as the first missile made contact with the Graf Spee.[/rp]Ristar/Tringad - check ye e-mail before posting.Wraith/Spectre - nothing changed.ISS - Halt inplace for a few posts please.TTFN------------------ Commander Gallion GCV Graf Spee *1st Squadron, *Corsair Wing Stationed, *Starbase Cerberus "Run Silent, Run Deep" ICQ# 29486270, EST (GMT-5) =Wraith Fleet= Second in Command, Wraith Fleet Bushi of the Dragon Council[This message has been edited by Gallion (edited 08-08-2000).] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gallion Posted August 17, 2000 Author Report Share Posted August 17, 2000 Negative contact with Ristar or TringadThe show continues [rp]2115, March 15, 3008 Debris Field LV-103, Alpha CygniThe GCV Shogun entered the expanding debris field in LV-103. The message received over the Dragon channel changed both the Shoguns and Fleet Commander Ristars mission in LV-103 significantly. Relegated from an up-front position to a painstakingly minor, wait-and-see position. A position that the head of the Dragon Council did not relish in maintaining, but was the most practical given the tactical situation transmitted by the Commander of the Graf Spee.The message was simple, terse, and somewhat disrespectful, in the style of its originator, Commander Gallion. Ristar had thought things were bad when he left Lydan, they were even worse in LV-103. The Gammulan Empire had effectively eliminated the Falkyrie resistance movement on the planet and all formerly Falkyrie worlds. Basically, Ristars mission was and is all for naught. Dependent on what Commander Tringads mission results are, there was no need for the GCV Shogun to remain so exposed in the Gammulan Quadrant. The continued presence of the GCV Shogun so near an operation risked the operation itself. Ristar would have set a best course back to Sol or to the battle between Wraith Fleet and the Gammulan Empire, if it had not been for one paragraph near the end of the message from the Corsair.sources report that a member of the Gammulan War Council will be in transit to Alpha Cygni and arrive at LV-103 soon. Request that the GCV Shogun take position within the debris field and await the arrival of this prize. Terminate with extreme prejudice when the prize arrivesSo in the expanding debris within the LV-103 system, the vaulted head of the Dragon Council sat in the command chair of the GCV Shogun, waiting. Waiting for a prize that may or may not arrive. Waiting for two underlings to successfully complete a mission that he had salivated to complete himself. He was not in the front, leading as Ristar was accustomed to. He was REMF regulated to the roll of JAFO, something that he bitterly detested and loathed. Something he had not been forced to do since he was a cadet at the academy.With a slight sigh, Ristar settle into a more comfortable position in his command chair and studied the TacOps display superimposed on the Bridgeviewer. Not much was going on in-system except for the status display of one lone Battlecruiser emitting a Gammulan IFF transponder code. Slowly the status of the Graf Spee increased. Which was testimonial to the efforts and competency of both her Commander and Crew. He often wondered how the hell that ship was still serviceable and stayed together long enough to fight. Something else was bothering him too about the Commander of that vessel; how the heel did Gallion know that he maintained a small personal stash of bubblegum, and how did Gallion know that Ristar would give up a portion of that stash so willingly2128, March 15, 3008 Antis, Trenis Near the Herin Jump PointThe Wraith retreat that could have easily became a rout was nearly complete. Only twenty-eight warships of the fleets original strength survived the maneuver. Fleet Commander Londono shock his head in dismay as he realized the cost of the Gammulan Empires latest expansion effort: Two-hundred plus warships lost, not including Falkyrie, Mandorian, and Kandorian loses. He still had one wing unaccounted for, Delta Wing. Now where the hell were they? A question that Londono asked himself for the millionth time with the same answer  UNKNOWN and MIA. Londono opened a channel and transmitted a message to Galcom HQ.F: FC Londono T: GHQ S: GW2 Cannot stop or delay Gammulan Empire any longer. Withdrawing remaining 28 BCs from Lydan to Sol via most direct route. Falkyrie, Mandorian, and Kandorian Military forces are eliminated. Credians have not entered into the fray  yet. Insurgent stronghold located in Trenis, Antis empty  no sign of ANY Insurgent forces in system. Ultimate goal(s) of current Gammulan offensive are unknown but appears to be Galactic elimination of all terran presence. Gammulan Forces are exhibiting more initiative, vindictiveness, and tenacity than previously encountered. Request reinforcements  Gammulans are hot on our arse. XXXX BTThere was nothing more for him to do except to continue the tactical redeployment of his remaining forces and buy time for Galcom to muster their forces together and halt the Gammulan advance towards Sol. He gave the order and one-by-one what remained of Wraith Fleet departed Antis via the Herin jump point.2134, March 15, 3008 Antis, Trenis SpectreThe man behind the mirrored glasses unconsciously nodded his head after receiving the latest status update from CIC. He was still getting use to his latest toy  a technological achievement in reality  as he watched the last of the commies depart his space thru the Herin jump point. Is the fleet ready? he asked Raven who was standing slightly behind and to the left of him, I dont want any surprises this time around. Do you understand, NO surprises at all.Aye Sir, the Fleet is ready, Raven replied, and there will be no surprises Sir! I have everything under control.The man behind the mirrored glasses turned his attention elsewhere and left Raven standing in the CIC. What the man behind the mirrored glasses did not see was the beginning of a specially nasty and sadistically e-vile sneer appear on Ravens mug. Raven was happy as pig in slop as he contemplated the plan he has been hovering laboriously over for the past several years. Ohhh yes, Raven thought to himself, there be nothing for you to worry yourself about most honored old man. For when it is time, Christopher Sly will be mine[rp]TTFN ------------------ Commander Gallion GCV Graf Spee *1st Squadron, *Corsair Wing Stationed, *Starbase Cerberus "Run Silent, Run Deep" ICQ# 29486270, EST (GMT-5) =Wraith Fleet= Second in Command, Wraith Fleet Bushi of the Dragon Council[This message has been edited by Gallion (edited 08-16-2000).] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gallion Posted August 17, 2000 Author Report Share Posted August 17, 2000 Taking some generalized liberties here. Attempting to get this show moving along. Gotta get this wrapped up soon without screwing the epic up completely [rp]2131, March 15, 3008 Undetermined Location, Gammulan QuadrantETA at LV-103 approx. 30 minutes, that was what the handler heard in his commlink, no hostile vessels detected along our flight path. Travel within and through the Gammulan Quadrant was much safer since the beginning of the Gammulan offensive. Especially with the elimination of the terran riff-raff that had previously wreck havoc with the Gammulan space transport system. Reports from the Offensives front were encouraging. The Mandorian and Kandorian incursions had been eliminated, and Wraith Fleet had been routed and were in retreat. Hari had successfully placed himself within easy reach of the target  he was only waiting for the opportunity to present itself. Unconfirmed rumors indicated that the Insurgent stronghold located in Antis was empty of any and all Insurgent forces.Events were proving that his and the Empires goal(s) were proceeding on schedule. There were minor unforeseen hiccups along the way that were eliminated as they arose. The Gammulan War Council member was quite pleased with himself and his current list of achievements. Just a few loose ends that required his personal attention on LV-103 and then he could relax his vigil some. The handler settled into a comfortable position on his rack and noted the time on the chronograph display in his quarters. Twenty-five minutes remained before his arrival in LV-103. Twenty-five minutes before he could begin to reap the fruits of his labor of the past several years.2144, March 15, 3008 Earth, Sol Galactic Command HeadquartersThe incoming message from the Wraith Fleet Commander caused a scurry of activity within Galcom HQ. Some staffers were running around like a chicken with its heads chopped off yelling, the Gams are coming, the Gams are coming , whilst others had a look of disbelief and dread when they realized exactly what the Wraith message meant to them personally, Galcom, and to Terrans as a whole. Several veterans of the first Gammulan War took the message in stride and brought some semblance of order to the chaos created by the message. They treated it just like any other Chinese fire-drill exercise but also knew that this was not a drill.Battle plans were hastily pulled from their bit-bucket storage and reviewed. Many were relegated to the binary equivalent of a trash cut whilst others were set aside for further contemplation by the brass higher up the in Galcom food chain. lack of reaction time is what bothered the GW1 veterans the most. [ Why wasnt Galcom HQ notified of the current Gammulan Empire offensive earlier? Where were the almost one hundred warships of Wraith Fleets Delta Wing? What happened to the insurgent forces in their Antis stronghold? Can we stop the Gammulan advance?Galcom had twelve hours (if they were lucky) before the Gams showed up on the Terrans front door in Sol. They had to send a blocking force to give them time enough to muster enough forces to stop the Gammulan advance. The senior officer present made the decision and activated the Orion Fleet alert procedure. Orion Fleet would be Galcoms response to the Gammulan offensive. Location would be at Lyrius, Sirius. Far enough away from Sol but close enough for reinforcements and support  scant breathing room at that.. The senior officer then began to notify other Galcom Fleets. Prime Fleet would remain within Sol; ISS Fleet would backup Orion Fleet and watch the secondary entry points into the Sol system; and EARTHCOMs mission would remain the same  defend Terra Firma, a.k.a. Earth, at all costs.Galcom forces began to mobilize. The sleeping giant, though slow to respond had been stirred and began the slow process of waking up to the threat posed by the Gammulan Empire. None knew what the outcome would be, their only concern was immediate survival.2149, March 15, 3008 Undetermined location, Terran QuadrantSeveral times over the past twelve hours the operative thought that its cover had been blown and that it would be discovered. As the adrenaline rush and anxiety attack, the operation settled down into its normal routine. The operative continued to due its duty as it intercepted the latest flurry of Galcom message traffic and forwarded them to somewhere in the Credian Quadrant. The Galactic situation was changing, changing faster than the operative or its handlers could control or predict. The next 24 hours would be critical to both the operatives health and the Galaxy itself.[rp]TTFN------------------ Commander Gallion GCV Graf Spee *1st Squadron, *Corsair Wing Stationed, *Starbase Cerberus "Run Silent, Run Deep" ICQ# 29486270, EST (GMT-5) =Wraith Fleet= Second in Command, Wraith Fleet Bushi of the Dragon Council Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blades Posted August 17, 2000 Report Share Posted August 17, 2000 [RP] 23:07, March 15, 3008 Orion Starstation Sol Sector Office Of Fleet Commander Savage  recall is almost complete. Elements from the Deterrence Battle Group and the Galetea Exploration Wing are en-route to the rally point. ETA is three point five hours.Thank you, Lieutenant Commander. said Savage from the large oak desk where he sat, skim reading through several datapads strewn over his desk. Whats the status of the Tsunami Battle group?Reynolds, the Orion Starstations chief of Communications took a step closer to his senior officer and handed him another datapad for review. Savage looked up from the logistics report in his hand, and exchanged it with the one from Reynolds.As the Orion Fleet Commander reviewed the new pad, Reynolds summarised. The last of the nightwatch commanders are docking for emergency resupply at the station now, sir. Commander Miller should already be on his way up here to be briefed by you. All but two of the daywatch commanders are spacebourn, and awaiting your orders to disembark.Savage nodded and he listened, and thumbed through several digital pages on the pad. Any word from Foss?Reynolds shook his head. No, sir. Apparantly the Deterrence has been suffering from a communications system malfunction. They have been able to receive, but not transmit for the last three hours. He is aware of the situation, and is moving to the rally point with the rest of his daywatch group.Savage snorted. So much for that subspace staff briefing.Not to worry, sir. Hell be at the rally point with the rest of the fleet, right on time.Times the issue here, Reynolds. We cant offered to waste any preperation time because one of my senior officers cant get his transmitter working.Reynolds shrugged. Its just one of those things, sir.Savage looked up at his communications officer. Oh, isnt it just?Despite the bleak mood, both men exchanged brief smiles. The irony was in the three and a half years since Savage had taken command of the Orion Fleet, not a day had gone by when he wasnt in communication with all of his staff officers. And now, today of all days, a minor technological glitch threatened to throw a spanner in the works that could seriously undermine the fleets reaction time.If it comes to it, sir, we could always have Foss take command of another cruiser and coordinate from their?Savage nodded, and dropped the TBG readiness report datapad amongst the other on the table. Yeah, thats always an option. Still, well give him another hour to get his comms back up before draggin his sorry ass off his ship. So long as he rendevous with the rest of the fleet at the rally point in the next three hours, we should be ok.Reynolds nodded in apparent agreement, and turned to make his way out of the Fleet Commanders office.Pete! called out Savage as his comms officer paused to open the door leading into the command center.Yes, sir? he said, turning.Savage stood from his desk and walked up close to Reynolds. Softly, he said Any word on the McKendrick?Reynolds took in a breath, and slowly shook his head. Im sorry sir, theres been no further word.I see.Moments passed while Savage was left in deep contemplation. Reynolds, of course, knew perfectly well what was going through his COs head. Savages relationship with the commander of the GCV  McKendrick was one of the lesser well kept secrets in the fleet, and althought the Fleet Commander had never spoken of it directly, he knew he was missing her badly and concerned about her well being since he sent her on deep recon into the Syrion quadrent.That had been three weeks ago.Awkwardly, Reynolds rested a hand on Savages shoulder. You know shes fine, dont you sir? I mean, this is Commander Polovoski were talking about. Shes the finest officer Ive ever served with.Savage shot him a wry look.Ah, present company excluded, sir.Savage grinned, then snorted at his communications chief. Get out there and have the Tsunami readied for departure. And have yourself transferred there to take control of communications.Reynolds frowned. Sir?You have a problem with that, Leutenant Commander? said Savage as he walked back to his desk and began tidying the datapads.Ah, no sir. Its just that, well, Im not considered space worthy anymore. You know, since the Chikuma incident?Savage sighed. Cant an entire day go by without someone reminding me of the Chikuma incident? Talk about ancient history.Ah, I was referring to my spinal injury, sir, and the fact that it keeps me from serving on a starship.Savage finished collecting up the all of the datapads and strode over to Reynolds. Here, he said, bundling them into Reynolds arms. take these on board ship with you. Ill review them some more en-route.Reynolds began to say something, but fumbled with the mass of datapads and desperately tried to keep them to his chest. As if reading Reynolds mind, Savage spoke up one final time.Look, I dont have time to argue about this, Pete. Youre the finest comms officer Ive ever had, and Ill be damned if Im walkin into this nightmare without you there. Now, get your ass on the Tsunami and relieve Jenkins of duty. We leave in thirty minutes. 23:33, March 15, 3008 Bridge of the GCV - Tsunami Sol Sector Commander on deck! shouted the ships navigator as Savage strode onto the bridge of the Orion Fleets flagship.As you were people. he said, taking his command seat quickly. Status?Immediately, the bridge crew of the Tsunami began sounding off each of the ships major systems. Tactical reported a full weapons payload with shield and PTA systems energized and ready to be fired up. Navigation reported that the course to the rally point had been calculated and was ready to be engaged. Like his collegue at navigation, helm reported the ships readiness to engage. Engineering piped through, confirming maximum reactor output and fuel stores at peak levels. Signal from the station. said Reynolds, at his old, yet familiar position in command of starship communications. They report all available ships are present and accounted for.Savage sighed, and leant forward in his chair. Show me. he said.Acknowledging the fleet commanders order, Reynolds displayed the Orion Fleets massed armada on the viewscreen.The sight was remarkable. For the first time ever, Savage was able to see the entire Tsunami Battle Group in one place at one time. Eighteen Battlecruisers in total made up GalComs ELITE Tsunami Battle Group. Commisioned with one purpose in mind, and one only, the TBG was every enemy commanders worst nightmare. Spearheading every major engagement since its commission, the TBG had been responsible for brutalising more enemy fleet formations, starstations and blockades than the rest of the fleet combined. Simply put, it was the hardest hitting, most ruthlessly effective Battle Group in known space. Even the Gammulans, despite their arrogance, had to respect and fear them.And the rest? said Savage.Reynolds flicked another button, and the view extended further outwards.From behind the Tsunami BattleGroup, a further thirty Orion Fleet reservists took position behind them.That all we got? said Savage, glancing over to Reynolds.Aye, sir. We have the Deterrence Battle Group and the Galetea Exploration Wing en-route to the rally point, ETA three hours. The rest of the reservists will be resupplied and launched from the Orion starstation and Vanguard starbase within three hours.Gonna be late for the fireworks. thought Savage. No matter, sure there will be pleanty to do when they did get there.Whats the status of the battle group? he asked.Efficiently, Reynolds began to query the rest of the fleet. Within moments, he had his answer. Sir, Commanders Miller, Bosch and Lockjaw all report they are ready to disembark. The rest of the group is awaiting our lead. Were ready, sir.Breath, [i/]though Savage, closing his eyes and drawing a deep breath through his nose. One thing at a time. Get to the rally point, then worry about what lies ahead.Savage blew out, opened his eyes and realised that the entire bridge crew was silent, and looking to him for instructions.It was time to get going.Reynolds, signal the fleet. Tell them to follow our lead, and not to lag too far behind. Were on a timetable, and I for one dont intend to be late for this dance.Aye, sir! said Reynolds.One more moment of peace.Helm, ahead one quarter impulse. Keep us steady until the fleet falls into formation. Then take us to the jump gate, maximum thrust.Here we go. [/RP]One major assumption Im having here is that the Orion station is still in itsoriginal location and not in Centris. If this isnt the case by this time, someone let me know or have the post edited accordingly. Other than that, glad to be aboard at last. Been itching to get into this, but havent had the opportunity until now.Tally ho, chaps! Orion is comin to kick some ass! [This message has been edited by Blades (edited 08-17-2000).] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gallion Posted August 19, 2000 Author Report Share Posted August 19, 2000 Got a few things to setup here before advancing the timeline to much FYI - Orion HQ is located in its original BC3K location; Jupiter/Io, Sol [rp]2149, March 15, 3008 Antis, TrenisMor-DÔÇÖr and Gammulan vanguard watch as last Wraith warship departed Antis via Herin Jump Point. They had just missed the fleeing Wraiths. Mor-DÔÇÖr gave the orders and the vanguard began to deploy towards the Herin jump point, which would take them an enormously large amount of time. For all the advancements over the centuries in various space technologies, improvements in the navigational system were seriously lacking. Fleet-wide hyperjumps were more dangerous than actual combat.Mor-DÔÇÖr pushed those thoughts out of his mind as he began to survey the Antis system. He noted everything and yet saw nothing. The charted debris field was where it was suppose to be, as was other known celestial bodies associated with the Antis system. Something was missing, something big was missing in Antis and it began to concern Mor-DÔÇÖr when he realized what that something actually was. He chided himself for not noticing it earlier. That something was an unstable variable that may just wreck he Gammulan offensive if its value were to change from null to true and as long as that something maintained its predicted null value, the Gammulan Empire had nothing to worry about.Mor-DÔÇÖr contemplated the possible fates(s) of this radical variable element as he watched the vanguardÔÇÖs progress towards the Herin jump point. He ordered the advance elements to launch several probes through the Herin jump point. He did not want any more surprises from the fleeing Wraiths. A different variable, one that Mor-DÔÇÖr failed to calculate or even consider, made its eerie presence known. For once the terran law of Murphy ruled in favor of the Gammulans. Reports were coming in from the Herin system, some from the probes and others with a more personal touch. These reports caused Mor-DÔÇÖr to reassess the current Gammulan stratagem. Based of on the reports from the commlinks and probes, Mor-DÔÇÖr decided to throw caution aside and pursue the fleeing Wraiths as aggressively as possible. The Gammulans had the remaining Wraiths trapped, trapped like a childe with his hand in the cookie jar. The vanguard began to move through the Herin jump point following its leader, Mor-DÔÇÖr.2156, March 15, 3008 Antis, Trenis SpectreThe man behind the mirrored glasses and leader of the Gammulan radical variable watched as his sanctuary was once again violated, this time by the Gammulans. Other reports were trickling in regarding the Orion Fleet build up and deployment to the Lyrius, Syrius system. His network was functioning well, the man behind the mirrored glasses thought as a rare smile cracked his stanch expression, all the hard work over the years was beginning to pay off. As he knew it would despite various voices within his organization crying otherwise.He broke his self-revelry and began to look at the bigger picture, a picture that encompassed the entire terran quadrant. Various scenarios played through his head, it was a mental exercise that the man behind the mirrored glasses played whenever he could ÔÇô which was often. He noted a pattern developing within the Gammulan battle tactics, it was a pattern that he did not like or care for one bit. The man behind the mirrored glasses settled on a course of action to break the Gammulan pattern generator once he defined their implications.ÔÇØRaven,ÔÇØ the man behind the mirrored glasses said into his commlink, ÔÇ£alert our forces in the Terran Quadrant. Tell them this is not a drill!ÔÇØÔÇ£Aye Sir!ÔÇØ Raven replied from elsewhere within Spectre. Inwardly Raven was furious. Something was going on that caused the man behind the mirrored glasses to ready their forces in the Terran Quadrant for battle and it was something that he had not predicted or planned for. It was something that could ruin his plan for Christopher Sly and the turncoat Spy[/rp]Bandus ÔÇô Delta Wing will escape nullspace and appear in realspace in Lanix V, Zelana. TTFN ------------------ Commander Gallion GCV Graf Spee *1st Squadron, *Corsair Wing Stationed, *Starbase Cerberus "Run Silent, Run Deep" ICQ# 29486270, EST (GMT-5) =Wraith Fleet= Second in Command, Wraith Fleet Bushi of the Dragon Council[This message has been edited by Gallion (edited 08-19-2000).] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gallion Posted August 20, 2000 Author Report Share Posted August 20, 2000 It may be asked, when a large, well-organized opponent is about to come to you, how do you deal with it? The answer is that you first take away what they like, and then they will listen to you Master Sun, The Art of WarNote: Hammerhead Wing was formally known as Delta Wing and was renamed for the upcoming BC:M release and to alleviate confusion with another Galcom organization. This RP was created and references BC3K fleet structures. IOW nothing available in BC:M will be available in this RP. For the purposes of this RP endeavor any and all references to Delta Wing actually mean Hammerhead Wing.[rp]2159, March 15, 3008 Herin, TrenisMurphy struck again and not in favor of the feeling Wraiths this time. Just as the last Wraith warships arrived in Herin from Antis so did a small contingent  compared to the Gammulan Horde that was pursuing the battered fleet  of Gammulan warships arrive in the Herin system from the Ronus IV jump point. The count of the new Gammulan arrival was at thirty and increasing by the seconds. Most of the fleeing Wraiths were beginning to form up into defensive lines near the Lanix V, Zelana jump point and probes were arriving from the Antis jump point.Fleet Commander Londono had seconds to make a decision; it was not a decision he had ever wanted to make. In a matter of seconds Londono had to decide whether to save what was left of his once proud fleet or to go out in a blaze of death and glory. He took into account the fighting capabilities of each remaining warship  it did not look good  and weighed that against delaying the Gammulan Horde for as long as he and Wraith could. With some remorse the Wraith Fleet Commander sealed the fate of three warships.These three warships were slowing down the rest of what remained of the fleets tactical redeployment maneuvers. Londono gave them orders to make their stand at the Zelana jump point. All non-essential personnel on these three doomed warships were transported from them to warships throughout the fleet. The plan was simple, they would hold off the advancing Gammulan horde whilst the rest of the fleet escaped through the Zelana jump point.Needless to say, the Wraith Fleet Commander was becoming desperate2202, March 15, 3008 NullspaceFor what seemed like the millionth time, Delta Wing once again lined up and began its approach towards the unstable flux-field that would free them from the confines of void of nullspace into the realspace. Delta Wing stretched out like the ancient freight trains on earth as they approached the flux-field. One-by-one they entered the fluctuating energy mass. Some made it through whilst others did not. Commander Bandus crossed his fingers and recited a silent prayer as his battlecruiser neared the pulsating field.Bandus felt a slight phase variance, common when transiting jump points, which indicated a successful flux-field entry and crossing. Now came the disorientation as the battlecruiser navigation computers regained navigational fixes to determine where in the galaxy he and the rest of Delta Wing that made it thru the flux-field were. The seconds ticked by. More and more of the other Delta Wing warships were making it thru the nullspace flux-field, the count was forty and growing as seconds ticked by.Activity increased at the other side of the system  Bandus still didnt know where he was  as other space vessels entered through the jump point located there. The Commander of Delta Wing accessed his TacOps display, what he observed shocked him and at the same time he knew where he and his wing were in galaxy.Murphy giveth and Murphy taketh. He has the uncanny ability to even things out; over time. For Delta Wings arrival into realspace happened at the right place and at the right time. They arrived in Lanix V, Zelana Just as Wraith Fleet entered the system from Trenis, Herin.[/rp]I know that there is not a flux-field located in Lanix V, Zelana. Call it a very unstable nullspace flux-field.Bandus  The Hammerheads (aka Delta Wing) are in the fray TTFN------------------ Commander Gallion GCV Graf Spee *1st Squadron, *Corsair Wing Stationed, *Starbase Cerberus "Run Silent, Run Deep" ICQ# 29486270, EST (GMT-5) =Wraith Fleet= Second in Command, Wraith Fleet Bushi of the Dragon Council[This message has been edited by Gallion (edited 08-20-2000).] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Commander Jamont Posted August 20, 2000 Report Share Posted August 20, 2000 i need some feedback from users from iss and other fleets i want to make a new story if possible ... please mail me some ideas at [email protected] , thanks for the support whoever mails me ....Commander Jamont Wing Commander intel & espionage ISS05 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gallion Posted August 21, 2000 Author Report Share Posted August 21, 2000 When you will survive if you fight quickly and perish if you do not, this is called dying ground Master Sun, The Art of WarWhen you cannot press forward, cannot retreat backward, and cannot run to the sides, you have no choice but to fight right away Mei Yaochen, The Art of War[rp]2210, March 15, 3008 Zelana, Lanix VMor-Dr could not believe the reports he was receiving nor the data that he was seeing as the battle intensified near the Herin jump point in Zelana. Just minutes before he was sure of Gammulan victory over the fleeing Wraiths, but not now. Somehow, someway Wraith was spared from assured annihilation by the timely, or untimely, arrival or reinforcements. Mor-Dr did not know where those reinforcements came from, nor did he care  per say. That was just scant minutes before he entered the maelstrom in Zelana. His main concern at the moment was not strategic or even the pursuit of Wraith, it was for himself and his ship as three Wraith reinforcement battlecruisers decloaked within 5km of his ship and began an unexpected and murderous crossfire assault on his Aestrom Carrier. Mor-Dr tried every trick he could think of to shake off the attacking battlecruisers; ECM failed, as did jinxing.Shield levels were near the failing point and his Carriers hull was breached in several areas. Launch bays were either destroyed or disabled which prohibited launching his fighters. Reactor power levels were dwindling as his ship was hit by a lucky missile shot up the preverbal tailpipe. Flight controls were becoming sluggish too. Damage and casualty reports were coming in faster than he could react to them. And this was just his ship. Similar reports were filtering in from throughout the Gammulan Vanguard warships that had hastily entered into Zelana pursuing what he thought were all that remained of Wraith Fleet.This is not good, thought the leader of the Gammulan Vanguard, not good what so everMor-Dr couldnt complete his thought. The shields of his Aestrom Carrier failed completely, just before it was pounded by a full barrage of Vagrant missiles unleashed from three attacking battlecruisers. One missile detonated near the Aestroms bridge, causing a minor hull breach near were Mor-Dr stood. The ensuing depressurization and escaping atmosphere caused all items not securely fastened to the bridge deck or bulkheads to become missiles as the sped towards the breach in the bridges bulkhead. Unfortunately for Mor-Dr he stood in the path of one such missile. The irony was that it was Mor-Drs personal datapad that struck him on the backside of his head, knocking the leader of the Gammulan Vanguard unconscious.Only time would tell if Wraith Fleet had stopped the Gammulan advance. At the moment they had the upper hand but that would not last much longer. Five Gammulan warships were entering the new battle zone for every warship that Wraith engaged in direct combat. Soon the numeric superiority of the Gammulans would dictate the tide of battle. That is unless something else unforeseen happened or that Wraith managed to pull a rabbit out of their hat 2223, March 15, 3008 Undetermined Locations throughout the Terran QuadrantThrough out the Terran Quadrant the alert that originated in Antis went. The reaction was the same for the most part. Some wondered if the man behind the mirrored glasses had finally lost it whilst the zealots began to salivate uncontrollably. It mattered naught in the short term how the members of the man behind the mirrored glasses organization reacted; it was the long-term reaction that counted.Realization hit home through out the organization that this alert was not just another Chinese fire drill but the real McCoy. Warships were readied and ordinances were loaded. Loved ones prepared themselves for the inevitable as they said good-bye to the ones they cared for  may haps for the last time. Though slow in its beginning the activation of the man behind the mirrored glasses forces picked up steam as the minutes ticked by. One-by-one major units and bases reported their readiness status to the hidden Spectre where the man behind the mirrored glasses made his abode.The organization was at the ready, waiting for the man behind the mirrored glasses to give the final order that could change the geo-political power in the Terran Quadrant and the Galaxy for ever.Would that order be given? Only time and the play of events could tell.[/rp]TTFNSpectre  do nothing unless Insurgent One initiates it.------------------ Commander Gallion GCV Graf Spee *1st Squadron, *Corsair Wing Stationed, *Starbase Cerberus "Run Silent, Run Deep" ICQ# 29486270, EST (GMT-5) =Wraith Fleet= Second in Command, Wraith Fleet Bushi of the Dragon Council[This message has been edited by Gallion (edited 08-21-2000).] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gallion Posted August 22, 2000 Author Report Share Posted August 22, 2000 "...There are five kinds of spy: the local spy, the inside spy, the reverse spy, the dead spy, and the living spy. When the five kinds of spies are all active, no one knows their routes ÔÇô this is called organizational genius, and is valuable to the leadership..." Master Sun, The Art of War[rp]2219, March 15, 3008 LV-103, Alpha Cygni PlanetsideThe Gammulan Empire had completely eliminated all Falkyrie dissention on LV-103. So far the mission was an utter failure, at least in TringadÔÇÖs opinion. He and his team were unable to establish contact with any Falkyrie resistance cell, either in person or by any other communication means. Several times Tringad and his team were almost discovered by roving patrols of Gammulan Warriors. The situation on LV-103 was perilous and getting only worse as time dragged on.Commander Tringad was about to about to throw in the towel and contact the orbiting transport vessel to have him and his team beamed back aboard, effectively canceling the mission, when something completely unexpected happened. Just as Tringad was to give the transporter activation order, an old Falkyrie entered the room that they were in.ÔÇ£You are not of this world,ÔÇØ the old Falkyrie began in perfect terran standard, ÔÇ£nor of this planet or part of the Galaxy.ÔÇØTringad was dumbfounded, as was the rest of his team. One member of the team began to move her hand, as slightly and as nonchalantly as she could, to the weapon she had concealed between her enormous mammary glands. Tringad noticed this ever-so-slight movement and motioned for her to stop. The old Falkyrie noticed it too, and continued his diatribe in heavily accented terran standard, ÔÇ£I asss sumzing dat u wul b a wanÔÇÖinÔÇÖ. Com vit me.ÔÇØ The old Falkyrie did not wait for a reply, he simply turned about and exited the room, leaving Tringad and his team behind.2233, March 15, 3008 Debris Field LV-103, Alpha CygniThe debris field was gaining more mass as it collected the flotsam for previous battles and other odd galactic tid-bits from the LV-103 system. The form of one such tid-bit took the form of the GCV Shogun. Fleet Commander Ristar order a shuttle to be launched to scavenge the field for any usable pieces of flotsam or galactic tid-bits that found their way in to the debris field. Initial salvage recovery proved to be so successful that the shuttle had to return to the battlecruiser to empty its cargo bay.Ristar thought that this was all well and good for a small portion of the crew. The salvage operation gave them something to focus on besides waiting for the next phase of the mission or brooding over the Gammulan war. A micro-burst transmission came in via the Dragon commlink channel, which caused a stir in the ISS Fleet Commander. Ristar quickly perused the incoming message and issued a shuttle recall order. The time for waiting had ceased, it was time for action.The prize was due to arrive real soon, and it was a prize that Ristar didnÔÇÖt want to miss.[/rp]TTFN------------------ Commander Gallion GCV Graf Spee *1st Squadron, *Corsair Wing Stationed, *Starbase Cerberus "Run Silent, Run Deep" ICQ# 29486270, EST (GMT-5) =Wraith Fleet= Second in Command, Wraith Fleet Bushi of the Dragon Council[This message has been edited by Gallion (edited 08-22-2000).] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gallion Posted August 23, 2000 Author Report Share Posted August 23, 2000 ÔÇØÔǪLocal spies are hired from among the people of a locality. Inside spies are hired from among enemy spies. Dead spies transmit false intelligence to enemy spies,. Living spies come back to reportÔǪÔÇØ Master Sun, The Art of War[rp]2227, March 15, 3008 LV-103, Alpha Cygni PlanetsideTringad was given a standard issue Galcom PDA when he finally caught up with the old Falkyrie in an old dilapidated storage structure. His team spread about the structure to maintain a vigil against possible discovery by the meandering Gammulan Warrior patrols that seemed to appear when they were least wanted or expected. Tringad perused the PDA quickly. At first glance, the data file contained nothing unusual. Tringad noted nothing significant until he neared the end of the data file. The data file made subliminal references to a highly classified and secret Gammulan operation that had been in progress for several years. Somehow the Gammulans had placed an operative within what was considered the most secure Galcom organization. Or so it seemed at first glance. Tringad started dissecting the data file again from the beginning and more of the very vague pieces of a very complex puzzle began to fall into place. Tringad turned his attention from the PDA to the old Falkyrie and was about to ask him some questions as to the validity of the data when all hell broke loose both within and without the structure they were in.The Gammulans had found them and were peppering the dilapidated storage structure with explosives and weapons fire. Out numbered and outgunned, TringadÔÇÖs team members put up a furious rate of defensive fire, killing several Gammulan Warriors in the process with some well aimed and lucky shots. The firefight was in a stalemate, the Gammulans had the advantage in numbers and sheer firepower but Tringad and his motley crew had the tactical terrain advantage; the Gams couldnÔÇÖt advance without exposing themselves to deadly defensive fire. Suddenly, without warning, this all changed when the front fa├ºade of the storage structure literally disintegrated, killing two of TringadÔÇÖs motley crew and creating a large gap in the their defensive fire. Tringad ordered what remained of his crew to fall back before the Gammulans could take advantage of the breach the explosion had created. Two quick thing team members armed and placed several proximity mines along their avenue of retreat. A fire team of Gammulan Warriors, their warrior bloodlust peaked sensing an easy kill, failed to notice the proximity mines as they advance on the retreating crew. Exploding proximity mines ripped through half of the fire team, killing them instantly, and the remainder were either dazed or wounded. Tringad and the motley crew had bought themselves several precious minutes as the escaped through the rear of the storage structure, eluding capture as they slipped into the darkness f night on LV-103.Tringad signaled for a halt when was sure that they were no longer being pursued by the Gammulans. Tringad took several moments to consider his next move. Somewhere along the way, they lost the old Falkyrie or he had lost them. Minor nuisance and nothing that Tringad needed to worry about for the moment. More pressing matters concerned him than a lost Falkyrie. Against his better judgement, Tringad decided to transmit the data file from the PDA to the Graf Spee in orbit of LV-103. He preferred to limit his dealings with the crazy Corsair but given the current situation he had no viable option. Which turned out to be a good decision on TringadÔÇÖs part because just as the data transfer was completed, the motley crew once again became the object of a meandering Gammulan Warrior patrol.2245, March 15, 3008 LV-103, Alpha CygniRepairs to the Graf Spee were nearing completion when an urgent message was received from the surface of LV-103. The Battlecruiser and Transport had managed to successfully pass a standard ID check and query from a Gammulan Warship patrol only minutes before the message came in. Commander Gallion had to scan the message twice before he realized the implications. The data in the message was vague; though it answered many of rumors and innuendoes that the Corsair Wing Commander had heard and suspected prior to the Gammulan onslaught.There was one good piece of data though. One of the architects of the Gammulan offensive and member of the Gammulan Military War Council was due to arrive in LV-103 real soon, with heavy Gammulan Military escort. This was a prize that the old Corsair wanted to seize but couldnÔÇÖt. He had to maintain his current charade as an escort to TringadÔÇÖs Transport. Which was something he did not relish but knew had to be done. Gallion took stock in the situation and forwarded the data file to a Battlecruiser that he knew was lurking within the LV-103 debris field. If he couldnÔÇÖt do anything about the prize at least someone else could. There were several subliminal side benefits too that the old Corsair hoped would be realized by the Commander of the Battlecruiser lurking in the debris field ÔÇô before it was to late.[/rp]TTFNHope that this post makes sense ------------------ Commander Gallion GCV Graf Spee *1st Squadron, *Corsair Wing Stationed, *Starbase Cerberus "Run Silent, Run Deep" ICQ# 29486270, EST (GMT-5) =Wraith Fleet= Second in Command, Wraith Fleet Bushi of the Dragon Council[This message has been edited by Gallion (edited 08-31-2000).] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cmdr Ristar Posted August 31, 2000 Report Share Posted August 31, 2000 Gallion, I am back and I am getting caught up on the action, sorry that you had to do some rp for me, but that is probably best that way I know exactly where to pick up, but I am reading through everything to see why I'm doing what I'm doing.------------------ Fleet Cmdr. Jeehun Ristar GCV Shogun, ISS02 Fleet Commander - ISS Fleet/CIOPS Shogun of the Dragon Council ÔÇô Order of the Jade Dragon -CommanderÔÇÖs Shield ISS / CIOPS Fleet Home Page Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Posted September 12, 2000 Report Share Posted September 12, 2000 I'm back. I had some problems in my personal life (my parents split up, but are now back together) and couldn't keep up with the RP. I hope everyone still wants to finish this. Later all.------------------ Commander Alun Tringad GCV Black Falcon, ISSHQ (Saturn) Wing Leader - ISS Fleet ISS Fleet Home Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ben Zwycky Posted October 6, 2000 Report Share Posted October 6, 2000 Has this thread died?We in ISS could carry on with our mole hunt story, but we're already a bit too far ahead of the main storyline here.Later,------------------ Cmdr. Ben Zwycky GCV Svoboda, ISSHQ (Saturn) Centauri Flight Group Leader, Defence Wing - ISS Fleet email:[email protected] ICQ:72897748 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gallion Posted October 6, 2000 Author Report Share Posted October 6, 2000 Thread not be dead Ben Z. I have been somewhat preoccupied. Will make a post or two this weekend.Welcome back TTFN Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Commander Jamont Posted October 6, 2000 Report Share Posted October 6, 2000 Yes im back full for the story ------------------ Commander Nick Jamont GCV Prophecy IV, ISSHQ (Saturn) Intel & Espionage Wing Leader - ISS Fleet "silence is gold" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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