Gallion

Not bad but one must consider all venues of approach; 3d or the x, y, & z vectors. The modern battlefield (in today's terms) is three dimensional and an ever changing and fluid environment. Static Defenses are sitting ducks and are the priority target(s) when hostilities are begun. On the other hand, if the defensive structure that has been defined, planetary and space region, is the graphical representation (aka map or sector sketch) of a defensive force(s) engagement zone then your premise(s) have merit. TTFN

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[rp] 1845, March 15, 3008 LV-103, Alpha Cygni The distance between the GCV Graf Spee and the former Gammulan transport was now minimal, only 700 meters separated the two spacecraft. The commanders of the two vessels had exchanged somewhat tense and terse pleasantries. Both of them were perturbed over the hand that fate had dealt them this day; one for having his ship boarded and the other for boarding a friendly vessel. Gallion checked in with Dragon Central and was somewhat surprised with what he found. Once again, the Dragon was on the move and once again, he had fell into its tendrils, unbeknowest to himself or to Commander Tringad. Gunney York and the surviving Marines had returned to the Graf Spee with the parts and equipment necessary to completing repairs to the battered battlecruiser. Commander Alun Tringad was not pleased but he had reluctantly agreed to it Losing equipment and boarded by friendly forces was not the only thing that raised the ISS Commander's ire. His mission in LV-103 was now in jeopardy. Gallion took all this in and then got a wild hair up his arse. He opened a comm-channel with Commander Tringad. "Alun," the Corsair began, "it seems that we are both in a dilemma here. Mine is a broke ship, though repairable, and yours is that your mission may have been compromised. Albeit non-intentionally by me and mine." Anger began to show on Tringad's face as Gallion talked to him. He was about to respond with his own tirade when the Corsair cut him off and continued with his discourse. "Mayhaps this can be salvaged," the eccentric Corsair began, "but for this to happen I needs to know one thing - how did you manage to change your IFF Transponder Code to emit Gammulan Codes?" Tringad, ever reserved when ever he had to deal with the unpredictable and uncontrollable Corsair, replied, "Wouldn't you like to k" "This is what I propose Commander," Gallion cut Tringad off once again, "You can either except it or leave it. It matters not to me. This is what I propose" Commander Gallion then outlined a plan; a plan so far-fetched, so asinine, so unorthodox that Tringad began to buy into it. At first reluctantly and then fully once he understood what Gallion's plan really was. To tell the truth, it was better than nothing and had a better chance of succeeding than his original mission plan. [/rp] I am reluctant to continue with the action in Lydan until Ristar and aramike01 are available to post. Though their parts in this motley saga are small, they are big small parts of a big picture. I'll give them some time before advancing the action Bandus - I was thinking of having your lost sheep enter Lydan from null-space soon in the timeline. Send me an e-mail with your thoughts on this. Ben S. - Ya, ya, ya I know I have been saying soon for the longest but please bear with me. I'll get the relief (Kandorians) in soon. ISS Mole Hunt Crew - Be careful in what you post. If the timeline is advanced to far ahead (i.e. March 16) then you all leave yourselves open for something very nasty. IOW a flippin' huge hole is left wide open that some unscrupulous person (like me ) can take advantage of. You have been warned Tac - feel free to buzz in anytime. To tell ye the truth, I haven't thought about beyond Lydan. Fleet Commander needs to make a tactical decision soon else entire fleet will not make it into Antis and beyond This yarn is turning out good. Thanks to all that are participating and to those that peruse the thread TTFN

quote:...Free speach and all that... Freedom of speech is only protected when applied between individuals and the various governments within the good ol' USA. Then there are a slew full of laws (FED, ST, & Local) that protect against slander, etc. Remember opinions are like an anus - everyone has one. quote:what are 3 reasons you think HW isnt a good game. 1. Single play AI sucked. 2. Replayablity is nill. 3. HW is a game that I would not even contemplate to play in MP mode. Why? I do not enjoy playing HW in SP against this simple AI. I will not waste my time with HW MP. quote:What are 3 reason you think BC3K IS a good game 1. Open ended game with an excellent NPC AI. 2. Ability to script my own ACM or other scenarios. 3. Even in ACM, no two game sessions are the same. Replayablity is great and there is no equivalent product (past or present) available on the market IMO (until BC:M is released that is). A game can be good whether it is simple or complex. I tend to get bored with simple games rather quickly no matter how good the game is. BC3K is more complex than a majority of the games available today. Which I find is a rather sadistic form of mental relaxation TTFN Edited post to answer MP question [This message has been edited by Gallion (edited 04-27-2000).]

hehehe...madness I'll gives ye madness...I'm a waiting fer the Voodoo5 6000. Now that will be a screaming v-card.

I must agree, Interesting read. Each generation must find and define its own identity it seems. So much for the New World Order IMO.

[rp] 1828, March 15, 3008 LV-103, Alpha Cygni The range between the hunter and prey had dwindled to almost 30km when the hunter's revile was interrupted by the shrill call from the communications station, "Commander, incoming message fromÔǪ" Another shrill erupted from the Tactical Station at the same time, "Commander, The IFF Transponder code emissions from the transport have changed. They are now emitting GALCOM IFF Codes." "ÔǪGunney York from the transport," the communications officer continued, "You had better listen to this Commander." The hunter listened and watched the tactical drama change from his perch on the bridge of the GCV Graf Spee. For once again, a prey has seemed to elude his talons and grasp. The incoming communiqu├® from Gunney York was quite disturbing and caused his to disengage weapons systems but maintained target lack on the hapless Transport. The Gunney's message was quick, concise and to the point. Six casualties -all terminal, none wounded. Necessary items have been located and secured. They were almost ready to beam back aboard the Graf Spee but there was this one catch, there are Dragons aboard the transport. Murphy in his ever-divine wisdom had struck again for once again the Graf Spee has boarded the vessels in which Commander Alun Tringad happened to be in command of. History has repeated itself. Where it goes now it up to Murphy and InSh'Alla 1848, March 15, 3008 Lydan, Krynon Activity on the target intensified as the GCV Shogun's crew recovered from the initial onslaught of the Gammulan Warrior invasion. Several of the crew, system and flight engineers were among the casualties as was several of the battlcruiser's Marine compliment. Hari had no trouble slipping in amongst the crew as he found, removed and put-on the uniform of a system engineer crewmember. He looked carefully around his immediate area, finding no life forms or other surveillance devices he accessed a conveniently located dataport. Quickly he hacked into the Shogun's computer systems and inserted his new identity in the various ship databases. Just as he completed this a wildly firing Gammulan Warrior fleeing down the passageway from some hard charging Marines attacked him. One laser bolt managed to ricochet off the bulkhead and catch Hari in the upper part of his right chest, barely missing the lung, heart, and artery, spinning him around and causing him to slam into the bulkhead face-first, knocking himself out cold. Meanwhile the Marines finally terminated all the invading Gammulan Warriors. They took no prisoners and showed no mercy. Several wounded Gammulan Warriors had their brains blow apart by the Marines checking for any live ones. War is hell, especially when a Dragon is about. 1850, March 15, 3008 Lydan, Krynon The four-ship squadron of two Terran/Mercenary and Two Zelon/Assassin warships were the center of attention of a slewful of Gammulan warships. The Gammulan bloodlust had boiled to the breaking point, there could or would not be any holding back. If a warship was not emitting a Gammulan IFF Code, it was deemed fair game. One by one, the four-merc/assassin warships were destroyed by the Gammulan warships, until they were all destroyed. There was no fighting over the resulting flotsam of four warships by the Gammulans. They just shifted their sights of an almost helpless EarthCom Battlecruiser. One that had destroyed two Gammulan Warships and severely damaged a third when it jettisoned its reactor core. 1853, March 15, 3008 Lydan, Krynon Mor-D'r was somewhat worried even though the latest offensive was going well. Several Gammulan Warships were either destroyed or damaged. Many Wraiths and a plethora of Mandorian warships were destroyed. There would be no disabling of these vessels. The standing orders within the fleet was destroy all - take no prisoners and do not let a single Wraith or Mandorian warships remain intact to either fight or emit an SOS signal. Something was not entirely right, that is what worried Mor-D'r the most. There were to many things popping up and surprising him and the rest of the Gammulan Commanders. He knew that a plan, any plan, was only good until first contact with the enemy. After that, with any luck the plan would proceed without to many unforeseen instances. For reasons unknown, Mor-D'r had a bad feeling about this latest offensive. Something in the back of his head kept telling him, danger, danger, and to expect the completely unexpected and unforeseen. Mor-D'r had a premonition that something was about to happen and to happen very bloody soonÔǪ TTFN [This message has been edited by Gallion (edited 04-25-2000).]

Ok, I get the hint. I was waiting for Ristar's calendar to free up some before continuing the saga. Will post tomorrow evening sometime before 2400 EST. TTFN

Ok, sticking me head out on the platter with my 4-bits minus 2 M/P in BCM will be somewhat different the way I understand it. There will be a host and up to 16 people can join in the pillage and pluder of their mini BCM universe. I will assume - danger, danger - the whom ever sets up the BCM host will have the authority to kick-off whom ever he/she wishes for what ever reason. Now when Galcom Online comes into play that will be an entirely different can of worms. As to Pks - I agree with some of what has been posted. There is no fun or honor in PK, especially newbies or at/near spawning areas. TTFN

Been down this road many times. Usually happens when I try to use BC as a battering ram or when fighters forget to break off their attack runs on me NC. I managed to get this to work once in a while. ***Warning*** This may not work in all scenarios or situations. Use at own risk First clean any radiation leaks. Second put the entire crew off duty. Send some to quarters and others to the medbay or detention cells. Third go to nearest SS and get ship repaired. If you are playning ACM then you are toast Couldn't find a work-around to this problem in ACM w/o failing the mission(s) and TOD. TTFN and good luck

***** ERROR ***** Edited orginal post as I came to see the light Now I see what ye be saying, and it will take some getting use to. I thinks that somebody do have dyslexia and slipped a couple of typos in the code somewhere. My four bits plus two minus the tea tax [This message has been edited by Gallion (edited 04-20-2000).]

My condolences to yo Mike. However, there is another venue of approach that ye may wish to consider. I will only say this - remember what the victum's family did to an obviously guilty defendant, that was found not guilty via trial by jury in Los Angeles several years ago. The same defendant lost in a civil suit.

I say nothing for me website would probably make on the list. Gotta work on that

[rp] 1840, March 15, 3008 Lyrius/Sirius The four Mercenary/Assassin warships just missed their target window and thus missed their opportunity to deliver the cargo by just a few seconds to the target. The leader of the motley crew of four warships swore silent curses to herself, of which a few of he bridge crew managed to over hear, for missing the target window. And the target escaped via the Lennon jump point. The leader shouldnt be complaining much. The motley crew she lead had made up the time lost by their blunder in Jupiter. They were only four minutes behind the fleeing target. Orders she gave and they were relayed to the transporter room. They would be ready the second that they were able to attain a transporter beam signal lock on the target. Of that she knew, of that she was certain for if they did not then heads would roll, and it would not be hers 1835, March 15, 3008 Undetermined Location, Gammulan Quadrant The handler paced the confines of his rather Spartan abode restlessly as he waited for an update, any update, to the latest phase of the plan. Scattered updates were beginning to trickle in form the renewed offensive in Lydan. The updates he had received were reassuring  if they were to believed. The handler was quite aware of the Gammulan Warrior tradition of embellishing reports of battle. All to often they were inflated and thus worthless. But this time seemed different to the handler. There was a truth that seemed to sing out from the battle reports that hadnt been heard by him in sometime  at least with one commander that is. 1826, March 15, 3008 LV-103, Alpha Cygni Activity resumed to the normal calm that the crew of the Graf Spee were accustomed to as the distance to the Gammulan transport,T'nar Kaltak, decreased and reached 100km. At that time the ship deactivated its cloaking system and target solutions were finalized and locked in. Though the Corsair Battlecruiser was damaged, it was still more than a match for the LRT-10 Transport emitting Gammulan IFF transponder codes. More than a match indeed. What concerned the Commander of the Graf Spee most was that contact had been lost with the two Marine squads that were beamed over to the transport earlier. Many things went through the commanders mind, from equipment failure to communications jamming by the crew of the transport. But no matter how hard he tried he always came to one possible, not unforeseen, possibility  the Gams got the upper-hand and had defeated or captured his Marines. This was something the commander did not want to admit or even contemplate. The distance between the two space vessels decreased to 40 kilometers, almost within missile range. Once the range got to 30km, five Questor missiles would be launched from the Graf Spee towards the hapless Gammulan transport followed by IOD and PTA turret fire. Either way, the Commander was going to get the parts he needed to repair the Graf Spee. 1847, March 15, 3008 Lydan, Krynon The tactical results of the latest offensive were impressive to Mor-Dr and the rest of the Gammulan leaders. A plethora of Warriors had been transported from each Gammulan vessel in the Lydan system to the defending Wraith and Mandorian warships. As expected, the Wraith Vessels were better prepared than their Mandorain counterparts. Several Mandorian warships were adrift in space as a result of the double onslaught attack by the Gammulans. It is difficult enough to defend ones warship from external attacks, but to have to defend ones warship from both an external and internal attack  well that can be near impossible. What concerned Mor-Dr was the report of a Wraith counter-offensive that coincided with the renewed Gammulan offensive. The cowardly Wraiths managed to find their backbones in their spineless terran arses and were doing the same thing that the Gammulans were doing  though on a limited but almost as effective scale. Several Gammulan Warships were also adrift in space. Their ship systems destroyed from within. It is to bad that the Wraiths couldnt press the issue. There were to few of them as it was. All across the Gammulan Fleet the attack Warriors were transported back to their motherships. Not as many returned as had departed but for those that survived the battle, their mission was complete and successful. The deployment of the Gammulan Ultimate Weapon had once again tipped the scales of war and battle in the Gammulans favor. Mor-Dr smiled as his ship lined up and engaged the nearest Wraith vessel adrift in space and fired all weapons mercilessly at the hapless vessel. Within seconds its hull integrity and reactor went critical. Several seconds later the black void of space was brightened by the end-result of a uncontained and uncontroled nuclear reaction hit critical mass and exploded. Spewing its mass in all directions and to travel the cosmos forever unless intercepted by some planetary, solar, or other unsuspecting wayfarer. To the Gammulan Fleet leaders in Lydan it seemed as if Wraith would live up to its name and just fade away into the depths of Hades, taking their Mandorian allies with them too. A single GALCOM battlecruiser entered the system from the Antis jumppoint. Four more Terran/Zelon warships entered the system just milliseconds behind it. This caused some confusion with some in the Gammulan Fleet for a priority target had entered the battlezone. A target, that if destroyed, would increase the stature of the commander and his crew within the Gammulan Military. Some warships, five in all, disengaged from the Wraith/Mandorian turkey-shoot to engage the newcomer. [/rp] No Kandorians yet Ben S. Ristar  you are now in Lydan. Getting thru the Gammulans will be difficult but almost impossible (Coyotes will take the cup this year) TTFN [This message has been edited by Gallion (edited 04-11-2000).]

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Blades plus eleven, those that can ye do the math. I can't count past 4 TTFN [This message has been edited by Gallion (edited 04-07-2000).]

Retook test 1 and received different results: Achiever 80% Killer 80% Explorer 33% Socializer 6% Wonder where I screwed up at Test number 2: 41% bah! Seems that I am below the average. Now is that good or bad? TTFN

Welcome back Robert de Bruce [rp] 1802, March 15, 3008 Jupiter, Sol Activity on the four patrolling warships increased as their target, the GCV Shogun, entered the area from the Pluto jump point. Patrol maneuvers that had been laid in were canceled and intercept courses were plotted into each warships navigational computers. But before the hyper-drive calculations could completed by the navcomps, the target exited the Jupiter region. The leader of the four warships zipped out a priority message to the bonding authority located in Eori, Tau Ceti. She knew what would happen once she transmitted the message as she prepared her crew and the other three warships for yet another change in the plan. 1805, March 15, 3008 Undetermined Location, Gammulan Quadrant An incomming message awoke the handler from the deep sweetness of his dreams. He quickly deciphered the data-gram and perused its contents, which in turn caused a slight increase in the handlers blood pressure. For it seems that Murphy has once again work against the handler and the handlers superiors plan. The handler had no choice but to activate the variation of last resort. As fast as the handler could hand-jam its response and send it, a reply to the data-gram was sent. 1802, March 15, 3008 Undetermined Location, Sol System Once again a certain light began to blink in earnest, indicating the interception of yet another surveillance intercept. The person activated the proper decryption sequence and read what the latest intercept contained. The person noted that there has been a significant change in data and went about completion its assigned task. After ciphering the data the person sent the data-gram on its way though numerous and untraceable transmission relays to is final destination, somewhere within the Terran Quadrant. It looked like it would be a busy night, the person thought to itself as it reset the surveillance equipment and placed it back on-line. 1809, March 15, 3008 Undetermined Location, Sol System Hari was awakened by the insistent bleating and blinking of an incomming priority message. He quickly read and acknowledged message receipt to his handler and began his final preparations for Operation NharqisI, The Death Place. Hari shuddered somewhat when it dawned on him as to what the operation name meant. Then shrugged it off as he picked up his gear. He had a plane to catch and there would be a death at his final destination. Deep in what remained of his terran soul Hari knew that it would be his death that this operation would result in. His and the target he thought as he activated the transponder after receiving the proper signal and watched the once familiar surroundings of dragon central fade away. Jupiter, Sol The reply to the data-gram that she had sent only a few short minutes ago came quicker than the Zelon Assassin Battlecruiser Commander than she had thought could or would happen. It caught her somewhat off-guard but not the nature of the reply was not unexpected either. For the Battlecruiser Commander had already prepped her cohorts with the next phase of their contractual obligations. She gave the orders that would take the motley four warships out of Jupiter and near to an undetermined location within the Sol system. The next phase was simple. Get to the next nav point, transmit a tetra-burst signal, wait for the reply and beam aboard their cargo. The cargo would then provide the data required to complete the next phase of the contract. The Commander smiled as she read the next incomming transmission from the bonding authority. It seems that the principle had amended their contract. She liked the contract amendment, for the principle had added a bonus for the safe delivery and transport of the cargo to the target. Once that was completed the funds would be transferred and their contractual obligations would be fulfilled. This was gonna be a milk run, she thought as the Battlecruisers Transporter beamed aboard the cargo. More orders were given as the cargo gave the Commander the coordinates of the final destination and the target. It would be tough, she knew, but not impossible to catch t the target, it had a thirty-minute lead on them already. The Commander knew how to shave off time if required. She had done it before and was confident that she could do it again. Four warships, two Ter/Merc Stormcarriers and two Zel/Assassin Galactan Class Battlecruisers departed the Sol system and began their chase of an elusive foe; the GCV Shogun. 1806, March 15, 3008 LV-103, Alpha Cygni The noise had stopped and the smoke began to clear in the forward cargo hold of the Gammulan transport T'nar Kaltak. Three of the ten Corsair Marines that had beamed over lay splattered about the immediate area around the Sergeant. The fools failed to remember one of the golden rules of the Ultimate Weapon  they didnt keep their heads down. The Gunney and his squad had completed placing their charges throughout the engineering deck. Some were in plain sight, others were not. Some were booby trapped whilst others were not. The Gunney didnt have time to be creative, he had a mission to complete and another squad to pull out of the river. The battle noise on the comm-link had died down and that concerned the Gunney. Just because there wasnt any noise doesnt mean that everything went to Hades in a hand-basket. Something kept buzzin the Gunneys gray matter as the squad prepared to moved out and towards the forward cargo hold. The Gunney had been aboard many Gammulan vessels before and had become somewhat of an expert in how the Gams maintained their ship systems. The transport he was currently on seemed to be a Gammulan transport but to the Gunney something was not quite right but he could not put his finger on it. The Gunney shrugged it off as the squad reached the hatchway that lead away from the engineering deck. He would think it about it when he had the chance for now he was busy trying to get his squad to the forward cargo hold and find out what happened to the Sergeant and his squad. 1827, March 15, 3008 Lyndon, Krynon Not much surprised the Gammulan Vanguard leader anymore. Since the beginning of this offensive he had seen more tricks than a Vesperon Har In any event, Mor-Dr decided to go against reason and do something to get the battle moving once again. Mor-Dr watched as four warships left the Gammulan lines, heading towards the newest entry in system  the ECV Event Horizon. It was time to do something completely different, something that even the cowardly Wraiths could not predict. It was time to do what Gammulan Warriors do best. It was time to deploy the Ultimate Weapon of the Gammulan Empire. Orders had finally come in from the War Council. Operation NharqisI, The Death Place was activated. Transporters of all Gammulan Warships were filling with Warriors eager to face the cowardly and weak Terran Wraiths. The plans was simple. Warriors would beam from every Gammulan Vessel within the system to every Wraith and Mandorian warship that opposed them. At the same time the warships of the Gammulan Fleet would engage the defending warships. Each defending ship would be attacked simultaneously from two fronts, one interior and one exterior. Mor-Dr knew that the Wraith and Mandorian warships had no chance as he gave the order to activate the transporters of his warship and the warships of the Vanguard. The Wraith Massacre had begun or so the Gammulans thought. [/rp] Somerset  do not bring in the Kandorians. I will get them in-play in my next post this weekend. To those in Lyndon, Krynon  approx. twelve (12) heavily armed Gammulan Warriors have boarded each Terran/Mandorian warship. The Gammulan Fleet has renewed offensive operations against ye too. Commander de Bruce  You are  up  creek without a paddle  . Think about ye actions in yer next post. To All  no superman smack. The Gams are up to ye tricks now. Please keep it believable and within reason. We are at the half-way point. ** The Ultimate Weapon weapon of any military force is the Infantry in case any were a wonderin' TTFN [This message has been edited by Gallion (edited 04-07-2000).]

Killer 80% Achiever 60% Explorer 46% Socializer 13% hmmm ... needs to work on me socialization skills mayhaps. But then again, why? ------------------ 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 04-06-2000).]

Yep, I do and does remember all that smack, TG fer progress IMO. 1st Computer - TRS-80 Model II; 64k RAM w/ 256K expansion memory, 4 ea 5.25 floppy drives, MS-Dos 1.0. BTW this museum piece still works TTFN

[rp] 1800, March 15, 3008 Lydon, Krynon The confusion and maelstrom of battle was interrupted as a lull swept amongst the opposing forces of the combatants. On one side were the numerous warships of the Gammulan Empire. On the other were the remnants of the Galcom fleet once known as Wraith, along with what remained of the warships of the Mandorian MilitaryÔÇÖs Fleet. In between the two forces was an expanding flotsam and wreckage of battle. The Kandorains had yet to enter the fray, much to the dismay of the surviving Wraith and Mandorian forces. For if the Kandorians were enticed someway to enter the struggle being waged in their territory, the scales of fate could be tilted towards the outnumbered and outgunned Wraith and Mandorian warships. If there could be found a way that is. 1800, March 15, 3008 LV-103, Alpha Cygni Activity within the hull of the battered battlecruiser increased and culminated with the successful operation of her transporter as twenty Corsair Marines were sent across the void of space to the Gammulan LRT-10 transport, T'nar Kaltak, in two squads of ten each. Gunney York was in overall command of this raiding mission. His orders and mission were simple ÔÇô get in and get out with the components needed to repair the Graf Spee. Nothing more and nothing less. One squad beamed aboard the transport near the forward cargo hold, near the its planned ingress point. The other squad, with the Gunney, missed its mark by one deck and several hundred meters. Instead of materializing within the aft portion of the forward cargo hold, the Gunney and his squad found themselves materializing within the confines of the engineering deck near the hyper-drive engines. Confusion and Murphy reigned its leery had has the Gunney cursed the transporter operator on the Graf Spee for botching what was suppose to be a gravy mission. The first squad went about its mission and managed to locate most of the components before being discovered by a heavily armed roving band of the transportÔÇÖs crew. One Corsair Marine was mowed down before the rest could take cover and return fire. The Sergeant in charge tried desperately to contact the Graf Spee on his communication system. In the confusion and maelstrom of battle he had forgotten that the communication system on the Graf Spee was down, the component that would fix it was in his rucksack. In his frustration, the Sergeant threw his commlink away and added his assault weaponÔÇÖs fire to that of what remained of his squad. They were caught in a cross fire when another heavily armed roving band of the transportÔÇÖs crew entered into the fray from the aft end of the cargo hold. The same area where the GunneyÔÇÖs squad was suppose to be. Gunney York heard most of what the Sergeant said before the commlink was abruptly cut-off by the SergeantÔÇÖs actions. Feeling useless where he was at, the Gunney took matters at hand as he gave the orders to the squad muddled about him. The orders were simple and to the point. Place the explosive charges at key locations through out the engineering deck in the quickest time possible. Five minutes is what he gave his bunch of ladies. During this time the Gunney studied the schematic of the transport on his datapad. He plotted a path that would get him and his squad from the engineering deck to the forward cargo hold. Hopefully in time to get the Sergeant and his group of ladies out of the pickle that they are now in. [/rp] Tringad check ye mail before posting [This message has been edited by Gallion (edited 04-02-2000).]

This topic thread is now complete and will continue in The Wraith Massacre. Please close this thread 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 is the continuation of The Death Wraith and as the topic title would suggest, this will not be a free ride for Wraith Fleet. All are welcome to chime in if the urge is felt as long as there is no reference to any artifact(s). The tactical situation to date: The Gammulan Empire has subjugated the Falkyries and have complete control of the Gammulan Quadrant. The Falkyrie Resistance Fighters have been almost completely wiped out by Gammulan Warriors on all Falkyrie worlds. Those groups of Falkyrie Resistance Fighters and their Terran advisors, known as Cells, that survived the Gammulan purge are in the process reorganizing and regrouping. The Gammulans have destroyed all planetary-based Terran facilities within the Gammulan Quadrant and almost all located in the Credian Quadrant. Gammulan attempts to locate and destroy the Insurgent Star Station Spectre in Antis have been utter failures. Someway, somehow the huge star station was either moved or hidden by the Insurgency. The strength of the Gammulan Invasion Fleet, aka the horde, has been whittled down to one-third its original strength by the heroic but futile efforts of the combined forces of both Wraith and Mandorian Military Fleets. Which has cost Wraith 60% of its original warship strength, 80% fighter strength, one space station, and two starbases to date. ISS Fleet CommanderÔÇÖs ship, GCV-Shogun, was attacked just before departing Pluto, Sol on a secret mission for locations unknown within the Gammulan Quadrant. Two of the attacking four warships were destroyed before the remaining two warships took flight but not before inflicting heavy to moderate damage to the GCV-Shogun, which is currently under repairs at the space station located in orbit of Pluto. The reason behind the unprovoked attack and those responsible for are unknown ATT. There have been several unsubstantiated rumors of a mole within the ranks of ISS Fleet. Several members of ISS are sifting amongst the tid-bits and tailings of clues of these rumors; though there not be hard evidence to prove or disprove them. How far has ISS been penetrated and by who or whom? Is there more than one Mole? Who within ISS can be trusted and for how long? What has happened to the Insurgency and where are they? Why is a Galcom Transport using Gammulan IFF Transponder Codes? Will the Corsair ever find the miraculous but ever elusive pack of bubble gum? The answers to those questions and more will be found as the motley and massacre continues [This message has been edited by Gallion (edited 04-02-2000).]

hehe...did the same thing to my CO back in v2.0-v2.02 days

Phased - Welcome back ye wingnut Pay attention during the DPAS and IDNX portion of tech school. That is if ye make it through the Facit, RFS, TSR, & TSO portion. Become familiar with the Tech Controllers Bible, ...-70-1 and the ...-55-1 Big ticket puncher is WHCA if ye stays in long enough. Tringad - Think man think, what are ye gonna do when ye grows up after AF time is up. AF has the best tech schools, next to USN in some areas, take advantage of training availble. Ye has to look past the present to plan a future. Look at what all the mil branches can offer you before signing the dotted line and get all promises in writing. ShoHashi - I agree, AF SPs are a joke. MC saved me backside several times TTFN