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Things are about to get really dicey. Here's where the fun begins. smile.gif

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Location: Near Artemis Base, Gamma-1, Gammulan System

Scene: Bridge, GCV Swiftsure

Date: March 14, 3008. 1435 hrs.

The GCV Swiftsure moved through the blackness of space at a slow 750 kps. She moved silently, the only note of passage being the stars that winked out and then reappeared as the space black ship passed by them. On the bridge, the crew sat quietly, attending to their duties. It was slow going, but here in the heart of Gammulan territory, there was no room for error. Benjamin Somerset sat quietly in the command chair, sipping at his ever present cup of Earl Grey tea. He looked around the bridge, and saw that nothing was amiss.

At the moment they were heading to Artemis Base, one of the most secret facilities in GalCom. Located in the Oort cloud of the Gammula system, near the Gamma-1 region, Artemis was not only one of the GCN's best kept secrets, but also one of it's most strategically important outposts. It was used primarily to monitor messages from Gammulan Fleet Command to ships located all throughout the quadrant, and resupply ships conducting intelligence gathering operations in the Gammulan Quadrant. They had even managed to take some detailed readings of the massive Starstation Gammula on occasion.

The Swiftsure was not on the way to pick up supplies, but to drop them off. They had picked up supplies at Argos Base in Gammulan space to replenish Artemis 2 days ago. Once that was complete, they were going to perform a reconnaissance sweep of Regis IV before heading back to Wraith HQ after a two month operational deployment in Gammulan territory. Somerset knew the crew was tired, and they all looked forward to getting out of this dangerous part of space. He was ready as much as anyone else aboard.

Somerset wanted to be able to at least able to talk to his wife, if not get some leave, and see her. It had been 6 months since the Swiftsure had rotated out of the Terran Quadrant, and would be at least 2 more before they rotated back. The Swiftsure was due for a retrofit anyway, and the crew could use the time off. That was something he would discuss with the Fleet Commander when they got to Wraith, Somerset decided.

From the helm, Lt. McAllister's voice broke the Commander's train of thought by announcing "ETA to Artemis, 12 minutes."

Looking toward his first officer, Somerset asked "Number One, how long should the resupply take?"

"Approximately 1.1 hours, Commander," Soran said as he turned to face Somerset.

At tactical, Ian Kamarov stated sarcastically, "Dat's if de transporter's work, and ve don't have to use de shuttles again."

The bridge crew chuckled as Soran simply replied "Mr. O'Malley has made certain that the transporter's are within normal operating parameters."

"That's also what he said last time," Hikaru Ishikawa noted from the navigation console.

Soran appeared determined not to let it go. "After thorough repair and examination of the transporter, Mr. O'Malley and I have determined it to be..." he drifted off as alarms sounded at his, Kamarov's, and Ishikawa's stations. He immediately turned to his post, and studied the readings. "Commander," he announced "passive sensors have detected 2 FTL drive signatures, bearing 027, mark 335. Initial readings indicate them to be enemy vessels, undetermined configuration." After studying the scans for a few moments, he continued, "Their course is 183, mark 210. On that trajectory, they will come within 30 km of Artemis Base. There is a 75.4% chance they are indeed seeking out Artemis."

"Damn..." Somerset uttered.

Ishikawa pondered his console for a moment and then reported, "Commander, the computer's analysis of the drive signatures indicates a Stormcarrier, and a Megaron."

Kamarov made a report from tactical. "If they continue on their present course and speed, they'll be in veapons range of Artemis in 1.8 minutes."

"Bloody hell...engage cloaking device. Increase to maximum thrust, Lt. Melanie, attempt to contact Artemis," Somerset said quickly, adding "Condition Red, all hands to battle stations."

[Condition Red, Condition Red. All hands man battle stations.] the computer said as the lights dimmed, and the alarm chimed throughout the ship.

"Cloaking device activated, sir." Kamarov reported quickly.

After pressing a few buttons on her console McAllister said, "Engaging automated piloting system. Accelerating to 56,000 kps, maximum thrust, aye sir."

Melanie touched some buttons on her console, and then punched the same combination in again, reporting, "Sir, the Gammulan ships are jamming communications. I'm attempting to use the comm laser to contact Artemis."

"New ETA to Artemis, 1.6 minutes." McAllister told Somerset.

"Commander, the Gammulan's shields are going up. They are activating targeting scanners." Soran said, adding, "They appear to be preparing to assault Artemis Base."

"Sir, I've gotten through to Artemis. But they didn't even talk to me. They just started sending a core dump of their entire computer database. I just don't get it..." Melanie Winforth thought aloud.

She didn't know why, but Somerset did. That forced him to his next decision. "Raise shields, and charge weapons. Don't activate targeting scanners yet." If they began a core dump, they must have sensitive information that had to be sent to GCN Fleet Command.

"Aye, sir." Kamarov responded. Suddenly, he sucked in a breath. "Sir, the Stormcarrier is launching weapons at Artemis!"

"Commander," Soran said in a somber tone, even for Soran, "the weapons appear to be nuclear. I estimate their yield to be approximately 20 megatons apiece. Impact in 1.2 minutes."

"Give us all she's got, Lt. We need to get into weapons range, and knock out those missiles." Somerset said.

"I'll try, sir. We're pressing it as it is, but I think I can coax some more out of her." McAllister responded.

"Vill those missiles destroy Artemis?" Kamarov asked, his voice quiet.

"One warhead would only knock out the stations shields. But both warheads will destroy the station, and anything within 15 km of the station. Impact now in 60 seconds." Soran said from his station.

"Ve von't be able to get there in time. Time to veapons range is still 64 seconds." Kamarov said sadly.

"Give me more." Somerset ordered of McAllister.

"I can't, sir. I'm already pushing us past the red line, and I can't get a higher acceleration curve. This is the best I can do." McAllister said, defeat evident in her voice.

[Engineering to bridge. We cannae take much more of this. You're puttin' too much strain on the engines.] O'Malley called from his post below.

"We have to, Shawn. Artemis and her crew depends on it." Somerset replied.

"Commander, we will not be able to get into weapons range in time." Soran reiterated.

Ishikawa turned and said with realization "That may be true, but why can't we just beam them out?"

"Beam them out..." Somerset trailed off. "Get on it! Time to impact?"

"Initiating emergency evacuation procedures," Kamarov stated, as he began transporting Artemis personnel aboard. "God, please let de transporters work," he prayed.

"Time to impact, 50 seconds."

"Evacuation in progress, sir!" Kamarov said excitedly, now that he was sure the transporters were functioning properly.

"Time to impact, 35 seconds."

"Evacuation nearly complete, sir!" Kamarov said happily.

"Data download complete, Commander." Winforth reported from communications.

"Time to impact, 20 seconds."

"The last transport failed, sir! I'm reinitializing the pattern buffer." Kamarov said. They didn't have much time.

As the buffer reinitialized, PTA fire began streaming from Artemis at the 2 incoming missiles. The missiles tried to weave in and out through the small balls of flame passing to the left and right of the racing machines of destruction. Finally, one PTA blast intersected with a missile, causing a premature detonation. A blazing shockwave flew through space as the missile detonated, it's nuclear ordnance wasted. The other missile flew on, toward it's target, narrowly escaping the PTA fire meant to destroy it.

"Time to impact, 8 seconds."

"Reinitialization complete! Initiating transport." Kamarov said. This was their last chance to get them aboard, alive.

"Time to impact, 3 seconds."

"Transport successful!" Kamarov shouted.

"Reverse course. Get us out of here. Set course for Spartacus Base, maximum speed." Somerset ordered.

"Aye, sir." Ishikawa and McAllister said nearly simultaneously, performing their duties in synch with the other. The ship came swiftly about, and began on it's way to Spartacus Base in the Tyrinis region.

"Impact." Soran said, as the missile made contact with Artemis Base. The missile detonated, sending a shockwave pounding against the shields. The shields rippled and strained, attempting to absorb the energy of the nuclear blast. Eventually, they failed, falling against the massive shock of the weapon. Though the shields fell, the base itself appeared to be nearly intact. Two seconds later, the rest of the base was annihilated in a massive explosion, sending fragments flying in all directions.

"Secondary explosion?" McAllister wondered aloud.

"No," Soran said simply, continuing, "there was a feedback surge in the base's main reactor. The explosion was deliberate."

Melanie looked back from her station, "Commander, the Doctor reports that aside from a few minor injuries, all of the Artemis personnel are alive and well, and that they are being taken to guest quarters."

"Very well," was all he said.

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Location: Approaching Spartacus Base, Tyrinis, Gammula System

Scene: Bridge, GCV Swiftsure

Date: March 14, 3008. 1455 hrs.

"Now approaching the coordinates for Spartacus Base, sir." Ishikawa said. Though they were closing in on the base, nothing of it could be seen. They were within 15 km of it, and still didn't even see a speck.

"Number One?" Somerset asked of the first officer.

"I'm detecting residual traces of a massive radiation burst. The signature indicates multiple nuclear detonations. My calculations indicate an 88.3% change that Spartacus was destroyed in the same fashion as Artemis was."

"Any signs of survivors?" the Commander asked.

"Nothing, sir. No communications, escape pods, record markers, nothing. It's possible the Gammulans caught them by surprise." Ishikawa said.

"Commander!" Melanie yelled from her post, "I think you'll want to see this." she said, activating the viewscreen. One of Artemis' communications specialists appeared, and began giving a report.

"Cryptography Log, March 14, 3008. We finally finished cracking the GFC-147 code, and can now accurately decode messages. This particular message was flagged by the computer for immediate analysis. It's a good thing the Swiftsure will be here soon, because Fleet Command needs to see this transmission. The text of which follows:

-------Begin Transmission-----

To: Li'Shai Gasun, Second Order Command; Y'Jak Lerut, Fourth Order Command

Fm: Jarius

Disregard all prior orders. Blackout commences at 1440 GST of this galactic

date. At 1500 GST, initiate Backlash. Do not attempt contact until Rinaal is

ours.

--------End Transmission-------

Taking Rinaal...Blackout...Backlash...they could only mean one thing. Somerset swallowed hard before uttering his next words. "Melanie, break radio silence. Send this to Wraith HQ, secure frequency 1066. Gamma Omega. Nothing else...just Gamma Omega. Plot a new course for Rinaal, as fast as we can get there. We have no time to lose."

The whole bridge crew gasped. They knew the word Omega...knew of what it signified. Disaster, of the worst possible kind. And when attached to the other Greek letter Gamma...Gamma Omega. It could only mean one thing.

McAllister uttered the one word that they feared would become all too true. "War..."

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Cmdr. Benjamin Somerset

GCV Swiftsure

Prime Fleet

Commander, SIN Wing

=TDY Wraith Fleet=

"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

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Location: Omega Eridani

Date: March 14, 3008. 1600 hrs.

"Hyperdrive fully charged, inputting jump coordinates"

"Engage cloaking device, lets watch those wargames from the best seat in the house"

"Aye aye Sir, cloaking device activated".

"Commander, incoming transmission from Wraith HQ... Level 1 fractal encryption... I can only make out the transmission's sender,recipient and subject... From: FWD:Cmdr. Somerset-->Wraith HQ, To: Wraith Fleet Commander, subject: Gamma Omega... oh my lord!"

The tension on the bridge flared. "Helm: Full Stop!, deactivate cloaking device! Comms: Patch that message to my station, All hands to battle stations."

"Aye sir!" came the synchronous replies from the bridge crew.

"Sir, there is no message! Only those 3 headings... I've double checked the transmission, that was all the HQ sent us!"

"Ancestors helps us... Comms: Order Wraith HQ to full alert, all civilians and military personnel to board all docked vessels, commandeer civilian ships docked in the HQ if neccessary. Be ready to abandon the region at a moments notice. Initiate Net defense, have our Starbases follow the same procedures."

"Aye sir, transmitting alert now"

"Maia: contact Somerset, have him give me a full report!"

"On it Sir".

"Open a coded frequency to all Wraith Vessels, patch it through the Usagi's internal comms as well."

"Channel open Cmdr"

"To all Wraith Vessels, Gamma Omega Directive is now in place, abandon all missions and converge at Omega rendezvous points. Good luck to you all."

"Comms: Warn Galcom HQ and all Galcom Fleets, tell them to standby for details but to prepare for the worst...and once Somerset's report is in, send it to them."

"Understood Sir".

It was done. Whatever reason brought Somerset to transmit the ultimate directive was bound to be a damn good one. At this moment, thousands of frightened people would be forced out of all Wraith installations and crammed into any avaliable ship that could cloak, the installation's systems rigged for self destructs and heavily booby-trapped just in case the safe destruct didnt activate on time or at all. The ships would cloak and take the crew and civilians to the nearest neutral planet, then remain cloaked as they steamed toward the rendezvous points.

It was a sad fact that all foward installations.. Wraith HQ, Delta Wing's Starbase and Corsair's Starbase... they would all fall in War. They served their purpose during the Second Cold War, and now the ice would burn red hot.

The Fleet Commander reviewed the Gamma Omega directives he had set so long ago. Corsair Wing was spread thin in the Gammulan Quadrant, each ship working on its own with strict orders to target transports ONLY in order to cripple logistics and hopefully killing enemy troops as they are being shuttled around... Delta and Marauder Wing were to stand by on Krynon, protecting the transports evacuating Galcom citizens out of the Credian quadrant, SiN was to evacuate Corsair Wing's starbase personnel and rendezvous with the fleet at Krynon. His own Wing, HellHound had the grim task of sitting at Cyrian, posing as normal Wraith HQ defense perimeter, ready to retreat to Krynon at the first sign of them being overwhelmed. He dared to hope that the races in the Credian Quadrant would drop their cowardly, naive belief about their so called "neutrality" and make a stand with Galcom. He didn't even want to think about the insurgents, they were the problem of the other fleets.

March 14, 3008... it was to be a day no one will forget. And this was just the beggining...

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Fleet Commander

Daniel "Tac" Londono

GCV Usagi

=Wraith Fleet=

"Hard,Fast, Furious...FIRST!"

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Location: Kruger, Omega Centauri

Date: March 14, 3008. 1510hrs.

For the first time since before her commissioning, the only sound that could be heard aboard the Swiftsure were those of ships systems, whining, whirring, and thrumming away. None of the usual chatter was present in the corridors, the mess hall, the rec deck, not even over the comms network. The whole ship was in stunned silence. Commander Somerset, had issued the Omega Directive and declared that a state of war existed between GalCom, and the Gammulan Alliance. It was not something to be taken lightly, and not one of the members of the crew did. Somerset decided to officially inform the crew, although the tightly knit group had gotten the word around all ready. He pressed a button, and sounded the allcall.

[Attention, all hands. This is the Commander. As of 1500 hours Galactic Standard Time, on March 14, 3008, there exists a state of war between GalCom, and the Gammulan Alliance. We have intercepted a message from Gammulan Fleet Command to the Commanders of the Fourth and Second Orders. Those orders inform them to execute Backlash at 1500, and not report until Rinaal is theirs. That, compounded by the destruction of every listening outpost we have passed since Artemis Base, leads me to believe that the Gammulans have attacked Wraith HQ without formal declaration of war. I know that we were all looking forward to shore leave, but it doesn't look like we're going to get it. I wish all of us good luck in the day's ahead. I believe that the Wing's motto is most appropriate at this moment: Angel's and Minister's of Grace, defend us. I hope they defend us in the difficult days ahead. May God go with us all. Somerset out.} He cut the link, knowing he had said enough. There was little else that could be said.

A few minutes later, they heard, "Commander! We're receiving a Priority 1 transmission from the Usagi, requesting a situation report." Melanie reported from Communications.

"Very well." Somerset said. Picking up his datapad, he wrote a reply.

-----Begin Transmission-----

To: Flt. Cmdr. Londono, Wraith HQ, GalCom HQ, All GCN Bases

Fm: Cmdr. Benjamin Somerset

Sb: Gamma Omega

Dt: March 14, 3008. 1515 hrs.

Gamma Omega was declared by this vessel to Wraith HQ at 1455 hours, GST. While enroute to resupply Artemis Base, Artemis was assaulted by nuclear weapons by what we assume to be elements of the Gammulan First Order. Rescue of all Artemis personnel was possible, and recovery of their computer data was successful. There was an important communications intercept in the data. Intercept follows:

-------Begin Intercept-----

To: Li'Shai Gasun, Second Order Command; Y'Jak Lerut, Fourth Order Command

Fm: Jarius

Disregard all prior orders. Blackout commences at 1440 GST of this galactic

date. At 1500 GST, initiate Backlash. Do not attempt contact until Rinaal is

ours.

--------End Intercept-------

This message was located after traveling to Tyrinis, and finding Spartacus Base destroyed in the same fashion as Artemis. We were unable to locate survivors from Spartacus. After reading the message, this officer felt compelled to initiate Omega Protocols. This was deemed necessary because of the dire circumstances involved. Wraith has relayed the message, and it is this officer's belief that the Protocol is being carried out. Swiftsure is currently enroute to Wraith HQ, to oversee evacuation of the station. Current location of Commander Gallion is unknown. If no other Command Officer is present, this officer intends to assume command of forces at Wraith HQ, and defend the station as long as possible. Immediate reinforcement requested. Wish us luck.

Respectfully yours,

Commander Benjamin Somerset

------End Transmission-------

When he completed the message, he transferred it to Melanie's terminal, and was sent. At least this way, Londono would know that he hadn't just gone mad and made some sort of false alarm. "How long to Wraith?" he asked.

"We're still 28 minutes away at maximum speed, sir." McAllister responded. He hoped that Wraith could hold out, until the GCN ships stationed in Gammulan space got there to assist. Another 20 or so ships would help greatly in the defense. Inwardly, Somerset hoped that Gallion and the Graf Spee were one of them. If not, a great warrior and friend would be lost. But the time for mourning would have to wait. First, they had a war to fight.

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Cmdr. Benjamin Somerset

GCV Swiftsure

Prime Fleet

Commander, SIN Wing

=TDY Wraith Fleet=

"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

[This message has been edited by Ben Somerset (edited 09-23-1999).]

[This message has been edited by Ben Somerset (edited 09-23-1999).]

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1505 GST, March 14, 3008

LV-104/Alpha Cygni

Cerebus, Corsair Wing Starbase

"Incoming transmission from ...," PO1 Bratchet said to the Comms Watch Officer (CWO), "... unable to decipher completely sir, to much interference."

"Put it on the viewer," the CWO said.

"Aye Sir," PO1 Bratchet repied.

"...Omega..." was the only part of the transmission that made it through the static. The CWO swallowed air involuntarily when he realized the possible implication of the transmission.

"Clean up and verify this transmission," he said to PO1 Bratchet as he piped the Base duty officer's comm link.

The duty officer of the day for Cerebus Starbase was a very board Marine Major by the name of Raznak. "What ya want comms?" MAJ Ranak said.

"Sir, we have just recieved a transmission, a very strange transmission," the CWO said.

"Originating station?" asked the Major.

"Unknown Sir," the CWO said, "the transmission was garbled. We are attempting to clean up and trace the transmission now."

"Pipe it though Lieutenant," Raznak said as he activated his viewscreen. "What kind of smack are you trying to pull on me Lieutenant?" Major Raznak said after seeing the garbage transmission, "And what the hell is Omega?"

"Sir, review the Base duty officer's special instructions and you will see th...," the CWO began before Major Raznak cut him off abruptly.

"I don't need a CWO Lieutenant to tell me my duties," Major Raznak yelled into his comm link, "this transmission is garbage and nothing but garbage. Send me a clean message and then I will determine the validity of it. Until then Lieutenant, attend to your duties and I will attend to mine. Do I make myself clear Lieutenant?.

Aye Sir," the CWO replied, "perfectly clear sir. Sorry ... sorry to have bothered you sir.

Damn Lieutenants, Major Raznak thought to himself as he ternimated the comms link, they dont get paid to think. That is why Galcom created Majors. At that, Raznak chuckled to himself and turned his attention back to the Fussball vid he was enjoying before being rudely interupted by the Lieutenant. Rio de Jinero was playing Khobar in the cup finals. He had 100 credits on Rio.

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1505 GST, March 14, 3008

Chalinis/Alpha Gamma

GCV Prinze Eugen

Gweedo was still on cloud 9 after accepting the command of the Prinze Eugen. He had feared the worst when Commander Gallion had told him to pack his bags and report to him at his office on Cerebus Starbase. He and Gallion had been having difficulties of late; they were bumping heads. The once well oiled team that could think and act without a word uttered between them had fallen apart. Why? Gweedo had no idea at the time but now he knew. Gallion had put his neck on the Galcom chopping block, once again, and recommended him for both promotion and command.

His first mission was simple, check the various LP/OP stations that were stashed throughout the Gam quad. He didn't even have time to get to know his officers and cew before they were shipped out. The LP/OP stations that he had checked up on so far were OK and operating within normal parameters. There was one LP/OP located in the debris field of Chalinis that was a bugger to get to. Once the LP/OP was checked out they would be off to LV-110 to check the LP/OP located there.

"Incoming message Commander," the comms officer said, "I can't make it out completely through all the static."

"Pipe it though Lt.," Gweedo said as he activated his comms view screen. "...Omega..." was the only part that came through the static of space. "Source?" Gweedo asked.

"Unknown Sir," the young and unexperienced communcations officer said, "the transmission signal is weak."

"Well trace it Lt.!" Gweedo almost yelled as he brought up his OPLAN, "and at least give me the direction that the transmission came from."

"Aye Sir," the comms officer replied.

Only one Galcom vessel was known to be in Gammulan space that was not assigned to Corsair Wing, the Swiftsure. Gweedo hadn't a clue to where the other Corsair Battlecruisers were. Their flight plans were never filed or logged. Only the departure and return dates could be found. The only Corsair Battlecruiser that was not somewhere was the Graf Spee. She was still at Cerebus Starbase. Expect the unexpected was one thing that Gweedo had learned from Gallion over the years. That, and never expect a mission to go as planned. With that thought, Gweedo had a moment of either inspiration or foolhardiness.

"RED ALERT!" he said, "All hands to Battlestations! Comms, open a channel with Cerebus ASAP!"

Gweedo sat back into his command chair and contemplated his actions. He hoped that he was wrong but he had a feeling, a feeling of dread and foreboding...

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Cmdr. Gallion

GCV Graf Spee

Commander, Corsair Wing

=Wraith Fleet=

Bushi of the Dragon Council

"Run Silient, Run Deep"

ICQ# 29486270

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1506 GST, March 14, 3008

Chalinis/Alpha Gamma

GCV Prinze Eugen

The feeling of dread and foreboding that Gweedo had bore fruit as his TacOps officer interupted his decision making process.

"Commander! We are surrounded by Gammulan Warships!"

"How the ...," Gweedo began to say before he realized the futility of the statement. The Gammulans lived off of Iridium as much as, if not more than, Corsair Wing did. Mother could be heard over the Prinze Eugen's intercom, Battlecruiser Acquired.

"Somebody turn Mother off," Gweedo said, "engage cloak; TacOps I need a count by ship class; CO get your Marines moving. Comms, have you raised Cerebus yet?"

The Tactical Officer began her ordeous task of counting the numorous Gam warships and quit when she reached 30 and was about to report her findings when the Comms officer reported, "Thats a negative Sir, all communications are being jammed by the Gammulan forces."

Gweedo looked at his TacOps display and then to his Tactical Officer. There was no need for her to report. The Scope was damn near all red.

"Launch all Probes, launch all mines. Minus 500 attitude, full reverse. Prepare to be boarded," Gweedo Ordered. He knew that by launching the probes and mines that the cloaking field that was just beginning to form around the Prinze Eugen would be disrupted, but it was a tactical dicision he had to make. Give the Gams something to shoot at and maybe, just maybe they might be able to slip out of the Gam's sight.

Intruder Alert was heard bellowing throughout the ship. Gweedo said a silient prayer as he prepared to try and slip out of a Gammulan deathtrap.

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1506 GST, March 14, 3008

LV-110/Gammula

GCV Deutschland II

"Negative contact with Cerebus Sir, all communcations are being interfered with," the Communcations Officer said to Commander Jondi.

Now what would cause all communications to be interfered with, Jondi wondered to himself. There was no unusual solar activity occurring in LV-110. In fact this whole patrol had been down right boring. About the only excitment was counting the junk in the debris field that circle the system.

"Any luck in tracing the source of that last transmission," Jondi asked.

"Can't pin-point the source location but it came from the general area around Gamma-2," the comms officer replied.

Commander Jondi was perplexed by this mysterious transmission. There was no "From", "To", or "Subject" line as messages were suppose to be formatted. The only thing that they were able to decipher was "...Gamma...". Nothing more and nothing less. Either there was serious interference at the transmission's source or someone or something was jamming what ever transmitted the message. To make matters worse, they could not get in contact with Cerebus Starbase. It was almost as if something was out there...

"Commander, a slew full of Gammulan Warships have entered the system. Bearing 279 point 5 off our starboard quarter bow, range 45000K and closing," the Tactical Officer belowed.

"There is the source of our interference people," Jondi said to no one in particular, "RED ALERT! CO get those Jar-heads moving and prepare to be boarded. Launch all probes and deploy all mines; keep reloading and launching mines until we dont have anymore!"

Commander Jondi suddenly realized what Gamma meant in the mysterious transmission. Although he didn't know the whole story or what the cause was, he knew what had to be done. "Comms - Send a message; wideband all freqs: Gamma Omega. Keep sending it until you cannot send it anymore."

Jondi knew what was coming. It was something that his commander had harped on for the past five years. The Gammulan hoard has finally awoken and is being let loose upon the Galaxy. Its first stop would be Cerebus, then Rinaal, then on-ward to Sol.

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1506 GST, March 14, 3008

LV-115/Gammula

GCV Stenis

The bridge viewer on the Stenis's bridge was a constant flicker of light flashes. These light flashes were consistant with a vessel of sometype entering a system through the numerous Jump points located throughout the Galaxy. The only problem Commander Machovich had was that he was deep, very deep, in Gammulan space. His mission; to liberate the spaceways of any and all Gammulan Cargo. A plehtora of something has been entering the system from Gamma-2 for the past five minutes without letup. That and a mysterious and garbled transmission that only said "...a Omeg..."

Commander Machovich was not the brightest star in the Galaxy but he is a competent Battlecruiser Commander and a somewhat brilliant tactician. At times his thoughts moved as fast as an icecube melting on the north pole on Earth. At other times he was quicker than a Terran entertainer in heat. Fortunately for the Stenis and her crew, Machovich's thoughts were the later. He quickly put the pieces of the puzzle together to complete the menagerie.

"RED ALERT!" he bellowed, "Engage Cloak, Combat get those lard asses moving. We will soon have company!. Comms, send a message wideband all channels, Gamma Omega. Send for five minutes and then cease."

Just as Machovich completed bellowing his orders, mother began speak over the ship's intercom - Battlecruiser Acquired. Machovich and the entire bridge crew bagan to look at the various TacOps displays located around the bridge when the Combat Offcier belowed unexpectantly, "Intruder Alert, Intruder Alert!"

The Commander of the GCV-Stenis took his gaze from his TacOps display for only a second to survey his bridge officers. Each was busy doing what they have been trained for. Each was preoccupied with their own slice of the pie. When Machovich returned his attention to his TacOps display, he involuntarily opened his mouth in surprise and let out a gasp that was heard by those closest to him on the bridge. The display had turned red. As red as the colour of Terran blood. As red as the colour of enemy IFF blips.

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1506 GST, March 14, 3008

Tyrinis/Gammula

GCV Song-So

"Multiple incomming transmissions Commander!" Lt. Kim-IL said from the GCV-Song-So's Communications station on the bridge.

"Pipe then through Lieutenant," Commander Pak said.

As with the previous mysterious transmission, these too were garbled and almost inconprehensible. only bits and pieces of each could be decerned and deciphered. Heck the latest ones were not even encrypted.

".........ma..........."

"......G.....O........."

".............mega....."

"G....................."

"......................"

".........ma.Om........"

Each message seperately was garbage. The Commander of the Song-So had deduced. "Lt. Kim," Commander Pak began, "what would happen if each transmission was overlaid atop one another?"

"I donno," Lt. Kim-IL replied, "do we feel rucky Commander?"

With a knowing grin on his face, Commander Pak said, "Yes Lieutenant, I do feel rucky. we have recieved five transmissions and not six. So make it happen."

Aye Sir," Kim-IL replied with an equally mischecious grin on her face. Yes I do feel rucky, she thought to herself as she began the simple task of over-laying the coherent parts of the transmissions over one another. Once she was done she piped them onto the bridge viewer screen and said, "overlay complete Commander."

Commander Pak looked up from his own endeavor and saw the result of Lieutenant Kim-IL's efforts. The colour of his face turned a milky white when he realized what the garble meant as the blood drained from his face.

"....G.mma.Omega..."

"RED ALERT!" he ordered, "All hands to battle stations! This is not a drill! CO get those Jar-heads moving! We will soon be up to our arses in..."

"Enemy Warships on the scope!" the tactical officer yelled from his station, "IFF indicates Gammulan at least thirty warships of various types. More still coming in through the Jump Point..."

Commander Pak tuned out the rest of what his Tactical Officer was saying he knew what the score was and he knew his chances; about a snowball's chance in Hades.

"Comms," he began, "send this message, wideband all channels for as long as you can - Gamma Omega." Commander Pak then settled into his chair and began to get to business. "Target the nearest blip and engage when in range. Set PTAs to 100% and IOD to 50%. Easy on the missiles, we dont have that many..."

The GCV Song-So came about and engaged the nearest Gammulan warship, a Stormcarrier, and began her slow dance with duece, the reaper, and death...

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1508 GST, March 14, 3008

LV-104/Alpha Cygni

Cerebus Starbase

"Hey Lieutenant," PO1 Bratchet said, "we are recieving a plethora of transmissions. All of them are garbled.

"Pipe them through," the CWO Lieutenant said, "what kind of garbage are we recieveing now." The CWO was still smarting from the dressing down that he had recieved from the Base duty officer, Major Raznak, earlier. The new transmisions were almost exactly the same as the one he reported to the snobbish Major. The only difference this time was the scope of the transmissions. Each transmission came from a different source. This much the CWO could discern. Each transmission encompassed and flooded every channel and every frequency of his communications recievers. On another terminal he plotted an azimuth. Like the spokes of a wheel the plots went out, with Cerebus at the center. Each azimuth went in a straight line. At one end was Cerebus Starbase, the other went through what was commonly known as the Gammulan Home system cluster of stars. The CWO then unsealed a OPLAN that had the general OPORD of each Corsair Wing Battlecruiser. He then place a maker at where a MKII Battlecruiser might be located IAW the OPORDs. Sure enough, the dots connected at both ends. One end at Cerebus and the other, well that dot just might be a Corsair Galactan Class MKII Battlecruiser. Without hesitation, he turned to page 159, Appendix G of the Base duty officer's special instructions and verified his deductions. Having done so he hit the panic button located under a piece of plexiglass labeled Break Glass in Case of an Emergency.

Throughout the Starbase the Klaxon sounded. PO1 Bratchet watched in horror as the Communications Watch Officer, Lieutenant J.G. Hastur J. Halsey, began to speak into the comm link. A comm link that reverberated throughout the Base, "Gamma Omega, Gamma Omega, this is not a drill. Commander Gallion to the Cummucations Room ASAP! Gamma Omega, Gamma Omega, this is not a drill!"

Rio had just scored a goal in the Foosball cup. an exhuborant Major Raznak brought a cup of steaming java to lips and was about to take a sip when the Kalxon sounded. Which startled the Major and caused him to jump in his seat, spilling the steaming cup of java all over the front of his pressed uniform. That son-of-a-... the Major began to say. He turned to his runner, PO3 Johnston and asked, "Just what in the hell is Gamma Omega Johnston?" PO3 Johnston could not stand Major Raznak, duty with him was always a challenge exoerience. With as much spite as he could muster, he said, "Look in your Special Instructions Sir. Pay particular attention to Appendix G and maybe, just maybe, you might be able to save your arse before Colonel Arnold and Commander Gallion catch wind of your actions." "Rather, inaction," PO3 Johnston continued to say before adding, "sir."

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1510 GST, March 14, 3008

LV-104/Alpha Cygni

Cerebus Starbase

"What the ..." I yelled as I grabbed my head. The klaxon had waken me from a deep sleep and I bang my head on the rack above me. ".....Gamma Omega........Gallion to the Communcations Room ASAP...." Jesus H ...., I thought, now what. "...this is not a drill...." Holy sheep guono.

As fast as I could I put some clothing on over my body and made my way to the Base Communications Room. I still had my boots in my hands when I reached the Comm Room.

"Attention on Deck!" I heard bellowed from somewhere as I entered the Comm room. I scanned the room and saw one petty officer and one lieutneant j.g. The PO was worried and the LtJG was stiff as a board as he stood at attention.

"Carry On," I said, "Report!"

"Sir," LtJG Halsey began, "we have received......" He went throught the entire speal. I looked at what he had plotted on the Comms Room viewer and heard/read the transmissions. When Halsey began to backtrack and report Major Raznak's inaction, I just about lost it all. My blood began to boil as my temper began to perculate. Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how one looks at it, Major Raznak, Gamcom Marine, walked into the Communications Room.

"Commander Gallion," the Major Began, "Sir, I was just about to r..."

"Stiffle it Major," I said, trying to maintain both my temper and my command bearing, "is it true that Lt Halsey reported this to you earlier?"

"Yes Sir," Raznak replied, "and I was.."

"Is it true that that you said that Lieutenants are not paid to think," I continued, not giving this imbecile a chance, "and that is why Galcom creating Majors?"

"Aye, Sir," the poor Major said, "I was..."

"Well Major," I said as calmly as I could, "it is a good thing that Galcom also created Commanders now isn't it?"

"I...," Major Raznak began before I cut him off.

"Who flippin' died and left you in charge Major? Since when does a Major, a no time in grade Major at that, decide what is important and what is not?" I bellowed as Colonel Arnold entered the Communications Room.

"Colonel, this man is relieved of all duties and is under arrest. He will be placed in pre-trial confinement in the brig until a courts-martial can be convened," I said to Colonel Arnold, "the charge is derilection of duty and conduct unbecoming an officer." A look of disbelief appeared on both Major Raznak's and Colonel Arnold's faced as the severity of the charges sunk in.

I turned and walked over to and spoke into the Starbase commlink mic, "This is Commander Gallion, Gamma Omega! This is not a drill. Evacuate all non-essential personnel and prepare base defenses to extend a warm welcome for the arrival of Gammulan swine."

Having said that, I walked out of the comms room towards the landing bay that housed the Graf Spee. With any luck, I can get her lauched and into the relative safety of the vastness of space. A couple of Marines, in full battle dress, mauled over me as I turned a corner. With out saying a word of apology, the Marines picked themselves off the deck and continued towards their destination. Trying to shake the cobwebs of the encounter out of my head, I opened a commlink with the Graf Spee. The ever diligent, Mr. Scott answered my call.

"Status report Mr. Scott," I said.

"We be ready to launch in five minutes, ser!" Monti said in his welsh accent, "We've ta cold start t'e engines."

"Transporter work," I asked.

"Aye Ser," Monti replied.

"Well beam me aboard!" I bellowed.

"Aye Ser!" Lt. Cmdr. Scott said. As I gathered my boots, I could imagine the smile on his face when he realized that I had forgotten about that little bit of technology that I always seem to forget about.

1514, March 14, 3008

LV-104/Alpha Cygni

Cerebus Starbase

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Cmdr. Gallion

GCV Graf Spee

Commander, Corsair Wing

=Wraith Fleet=

Bushi of the Dragon Council

"Run Silient, Run Deep"

ICQ# 29486270

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First time posting for an RP event, bear with me as I learn how to do this? Thanks

/rp

1515 GST, March 14,3008

Chanis-2, Xyon

GCV-Defiant

Bandus watched the bridgeviewer with a grin, 2 interceptors whizzed past with another 2 hot on their heels. Bandus loved watching his interceptor pilots mock dogfight each other. Once the interceptors were out of sight on the bridgeviewer he watched the tacops screen and watched as the chasers became the chased and so on until one of the two teams was "destroyed."

"Ok, I think that is enough for one day, I want performance evaluations of the pilots no later then 0700 tomorrow. Order the pilots to stand down and dock." ordered Bandus.

"Aye sir, 0700." replied Jaime.

Jaime had been Bandus's First Officer ever since Bandus was assigned command of the Defiant. Jaime was an excellent first officer, sharp, efficient.

"Incoming transmission, sir. All frequencies." reported Mark."

"Patch it through to my commlink." Bandus said.

Mark quickly punched up a few buttons and the message came through. It was mostly static and few words were audible, too few to make out the message.

"Try to clean the message up a little bit." Bandus said.

"Aye sir, standby." replied Mark.

After a few moments, Mark said, "I've cleaned it up the best I can, it is a very weak signal and there isn't much I can do with it."

"Very well, put it through again." Bandus said. Bandus read the message as it came up on his commlink, still staticy and difficult to make out.

**BEGIN TRANSMISSION**

From: Wraith H*

To: Cm*( B$5dus***

*******Gam*a*******Om**e*g*****a

**END TRANSMISSION**

Bandus stared at the message in pure disbelief, he read it over just to make sure he had heard correctly. Suddenly he went into a seemingly mad fury.

"Sound General Quarters! Battle Stations! Put all marines on full standby alert! Signal Masada tell them to go to full alert!" Bandus turned to his comms officer Mark and said, "Send the following message directly to Commander Gudhil!"

**BEGIN TRANSMISSION**

To: Commander Gudhil

From: Commander Bandus

Subject: Immediate Assistance Required

Commander Gudhil, I request the support of ships from Marauder Wing to cover Delta Wing ships while we attempt evacuation of Delta Starbase.

**END TRANSMISSION**

"Message sent, sir" Mark quickly reported back.

"Very good, now transmit the words Gamma Omega on all frequencies until further notice." Bandus ordered.

Bandus sighed deeply and fell back into his command chair and said, "Now we get to see if all this training has payed off."

/rpoff

Thats all for now, comments, suggestions are welcome.

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Cmdr. Bandus

GCV Defiant

Commander, Delta Wing

=Wraith Fleet=

"Universal Peace Through Deadly Force"

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Nice of you to join the show Bandus! :-)

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Move Move Move darnit were the only thoughts screaming over and over in the Fleet Commander's mind. The GCV Usagi was on full burn towards Wraith HQ, but in spite of straining the engines of the old Constellation Battlecruiser, the starstation was still 2 hours away.

The Insurgent ship they had just sped by an hour ago were sure to be thanking their makers, the sight of a warship ignoring a defenseless enemy transport was quite, quite rare. Especially if that warship was from Wraith.

"Any response from Galactic Command?"

"Not yet sir, SiN's report was relayed as well as our status. We are registering increased military trafic in the Terran Quadrant though."

"Tactical Report Maia" this was the 10th time in the last hour he had asked this.

"Delta Wing is fully mobilized sir, evacuation of our installations is underway... no word from Corsair yet... SiN standing by for orders, Cmdr Somerset has reported an ETA of 28 minutes to Wraith HQ... Hellhounds are on-station at Wraith HQ, 3 battlecruisers decloaked posing as HQ defense, the remainder are cloaked and standing by the jump points.... Marauder Wing is mobilizing as we speak, 10 of their Battlecruisers are now covering Delta in their evacuation, the rest of the Wing is behind us"

"Thank you Ltnt Cmdr... send the following to Cmdr Somerset: 'Usagi ETA to HQ = 2 hours, take command of HellHound Wing until I arrive, have your Sinner's on foward silent recon, observe and count jump gate flashes inbound to Rinaal. Be safe my friend."

"Message sent Sir".

Move dammit, move....

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Location: Regis VI, Regulus System

Date: 14 March, 3008. 1507 hrs.

GCV Renown

The bridge of the starship Renown was quiet. Commander James Masterson had just sat down in the command chair to begin his regular duty watch. It was the first day of their two-month deployment in Gammulan Space. Masterson thought that since they were this close to the border, it would be relatively quiet this early into the patrol. As time went on, and they went deeper into Gammulan territory, things would not be as quiet. But out here, there was little military activity to speak of.

CPO Yuri Greznov was beginning to rise from the communications station, and hand it over to Lt. Howard, the communications officer. Just as Greznov stood, an alarm went off at the station. Allowing himself to fall right back into the chair, Greznov took the message, and tried to decode it. Commander, were receiving somethingI think its from Commander Somerset. The transmissions pretty garbled, and extremely short.

ÔÇ£Get it sorted out, Chief, and quickly.ÔÇØ Masterson ordered. He didnÔÇÖt like surprises, and it seemed that this could be one.

Lt. Howard pulled a chair from another station and began assisting Greznov. Aye, sir. Well have it cleaned up shortly. A puzzled expression came upon his face. Sir, were receiving more transmissionsfrom all over the quadrant. They all seem to be extremely garbled. Normal spatial activity doesnt account for all of it. Im trying to sort it out.

It took a few minutes to sort the messages, and clean them up. When it was done, Howard said quietly, ÔÇ£Commander, I think youÔÇÖre going to want to see this.ÔÇØ

Masterson rose, and went to the communications station. What he read there made the color drain from his face. Two words resounded through each message they had picked up. Gamma Omega.

My God was all he could say for a moment. Then, he sprung into action, and headed back to his chair. Activating one of the display screens, he input his command codes, and accessed the Omega OPLAN. Glancing over it to confirm what he already knew, Masterson began giving orders. Condition Red, man battle stations. Helm; plot course for Cerebus starbase, maximum velocity. Engineering, I need max velocity for as long as possible. All departments are to prepare for emergency rescue operations as soon as we get to Cerebus. Tactical, raise shields, charge weapons and engage cloak.

The GCV Renown disappeared into the darkness of space as she cloaked, and flung herself forward to Cerebus starbase. With luck, it would still be there when they arrived.

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Location: LV-103, Alpha Cygni System

Date: 14 March, 3008. 1507 hrs

GCV Sussex

The GCV Sussex cruised through the area quietly. It had been a relatively uneventful day, with nothing of importance to report. They were presently headed to Spartacus Base, to resupply. Commander Thomas Whitson sat on the bridge, eagerly awaiting the shift change. He wanted to get all of his paperwork done before they arrived at Spartacus. That way, he would be able to go and see how many messages his fianc├®e had sent him. That was something he always looked forward too.

At 31, Whitson was a young Commander. Overly young for the SIN Wing. However, after serving as the RenownÔÇÖs first officer for 3 years, Masterson managed to convince SIN Commander Somerset to promote him. He had been in command for over a year, and still hadnÔÇÖt heard any negative comments from any of his fellow Commanders.

Suddenly, the ships CAS went off. The computer automatically went to Condition Red, and raised the shields. Three Gammulan Megarons decloaked around the Sussex, and opened fire before her shields were completely up.

On the bridge, Whitson tried valiantly to save his ship. Giving orders, the Sussex tried to avoid fire while causing damage and attempting escape. At the communications board, Lt. Cortez said, ÔÇ£Sir! IÔÇÖm getting a lot of message traffic. All the messages appear to have something to do with ÔÇÿGamma OmegaÔÇÖ.ÔÇØ With all of the other noises and preoccupation, Whitson never heard the report.

The Megarons shot again, and hit the Sussex. She was severely damaged, and didnÔÇÖt stand a chance against the superior force. The cloaking device wasnÔÇÖt functioning, so Whitson took the only other alternative. He decided to run for it. After giving the order to run, he told Cortez, ÔÇ£Begin broadcasting a distress signal. Keep it going, as long as you can.ÔÇØ

The Sussex pivoted away from the Megarons, and attempted their daring escape. One of the enemy ships took a pot shot as the Sussex passed by them. The shot connected, cut through the ships weakened shields, and struck already weakened armor. Part of the armor failed, and the explosion cut into the ship. The internal explosion caused a crack in the ships reactor core. To her credit, the ships computer attempted an auto-ejection when it detected the crack in the core. The Chief Engineer also initiated the ejection a half second after the computer, when his panels in engineering lit up like a Christmas tree.

Unfortunately for the Sussex, the ejection system malfunctioned. Through the opening where the core would eject through came a flame of fire, and the core breached. Moments later, the Sussex was engulfed in a fiery explosion that blew the ship into hundreds of pieces.

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Location: LV-184, Omega Centauri

Date: 14 March, 3008. 1507 hrs.

GCV Gniesneau

Commander Wolfgang Von Hausen sat on the couch in his ready room with a copy of TolstoyÔÇÖs ÔÇÿWar and PeaceÔÇÖ. He was fast asleep. There was no way for the German Commander to stay awake while reading literature like that. It was why he had it. To induce sleep more quickly. The comm beeped, and jolted Von Hausen awake.

[Commander to the bridge!] Came the voice of the OOD.

Rushing to the bridge, and annoyed at being rudely awoken, Von Hausen hollered ÔÇ£Report!ÔÇØ

The OOD looked over at him, and replied, ÔÇ£Commander, weÔÇÖve just gotten a number of transmissions from at least 8 different sources. Some are scrambled, others are in the clear, and go from broadband all the way to Secure Frequency 1066.ÔÇØ

1066Von Hausen thought. Frequency 1066 was only used in dire emergency, in the event ofwar. Communications, what do those messages say?!? he asked, running toward the comms post.

ÔÇ£We havenÔÇÖt been able to piece it all together, but all of the messages seem to have either the word Gamma, or the word Omega. Some of them have strange combinations of the two. But itÔÇÖs the only characteristic of all the transmissions.ÔÇØ

Mein Gott he said aloud. After a moment, he composed himself, and took his command chair. Pulling up the Omega OPLAN, he began giving orders. Condition Red, man battle stations. Raise shields, charge weapons, and engage cloaking device. Navigator, plot course for Cerebus starbase, max velocity. All departments prepare for evacuation of Cerebus starbase. Convert as much of the launch bays and cargo bays to emergency quarters as possible. With standard German precision instilled into the crew by Von Hausen, the orders were carried out.

As the orders were being acknowledged, the comms officer reported, ÔÇ£Commander Von Hausen, weÔÇÖre getting a distress signal. ItÔÇÖs from the Sussex. They report theyÔÇÖre under attack in LV-103.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Alter course for LV-103. Continue at maximum velocity.ÔÇØ Von Hausen ordered.

Sirthe distress signal has stopped, the comms officer said a few minutes later.

ÔÇ£ItÔÇÖs probably due to jamming,ÔÇØ his first officer retorted.

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Location: LV-103, Alpha Cygni

Date: 14 March, 3008. 1513 hrs.

GCV Gniesneau

They quickly found out why the distress signal had stopped. Upon entering LV-103, the Gniesneau had detected a great deal of radiation, suggestive of a core breach. A few minutes later, they found the wreckage to confirm it. The GCV Sussex had been the first ship to be destroyed during the war. Von Hausen forced the crew to locate the dedication plaque of the Sussex, not only for the data itÔÇÖs log recorder contained, but so no one would forget the GCV Sussex, lost on 14 March, 3008.

The Gamms were going to pay, Von Hausen thought as the Gniesneau turned back toward LV-104, and Cerebus starbase.

[/RP]

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Cmdr. Benjamin Somerset

GCV Swiftsure

Prime Fleet

Commander, SIN Wing

=TDY Wraith Fleet=

"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

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Cmdr. Benjamin Somerset

GCV Swiftsure

Prime Fleet

Commander, SIN Wing

=TDY Wraith Fleet=

"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

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Sorry, I am a bit late... redface.gif

(RP)

Date 03/14/3008, 1520 GST

Mondial/Omega Eridani

GCV-Dar Star

Personal Log

Gamma Omega! Argh, this day promised to be fun until an hour ago. The boys were doing fine last night, and at 1630 hours they had the counterattack planned. Now look at this mess. Since that hour ago, our comms gone crazy, and all hell broke loose. Who was it that complained about the boredom lately? I hope not me, argh.

Gamma Omega! Okay, everyone from Wraith in charge knows what that means. One, or more, star bases have been taken, and the Gammulans have begun the War. Tac informed me that they are heading towards Rinaal, and here we are, sitting at the other end of it all. Dammit...

End Personal Log

"Sir, we received a transmission from Cmdr. Bandus at Chanis-2, Xyon." Sarah informed me.

I read the note:

**BEGIN TRANSMISSION**

To: Com*an**r Gu*ihl

F*om: C**man*er Ba*dus

Su**ect: Imm*di*te Assi**ance Re*uire*

Command** Gudi*** I re*uest the s**port of *hips from **rauder* Wi*g to cov*r Del** Win**Ship* wh**e we a*tempt evacu**ion *f **lta***arbase.

**END TRANSMISSION**

"Yeah, right. Bandus is transmitting from over there, and all we receive is that. Well, thanks, Sarah!" I told her.

Okay, let me see. "Sally, how many ships are patroulling in the Terran Quadrant at the moment?"

"About ten, Joe! The White Group, and the Red Group." Sally told me. "Why?"

"Cmdr. Bandus requested support at Chanis-2, Xyon. Okay, send them transmissions to fly to Xyon ASAP, and attach this transmission from Bandus. Secure channel, as usual, Sarah!"

That was that. Now for the rest.

**BEGIN TRANSMISSION**

To: All Marauders Ships outside at Syrion Quadrant.

From: Commander Gudihl

Subject: Wing Orders

Fellow Commanders, as you all know, we received the "Gamma Omega" warning about some 50 minutes ago. I hope your preparations are finished, and you have taken position. Five ships, the Blue Group, remain in the Syrion Quadrant, two at LV-130, two patroulling, and one at F12/Ylisia/Omega Eridani. Have your cloaking devices ready, and in standby mode at any time! We have no problems with our Iridium stock at the moment...

The remaining Wing is to follow the GCV-Usagi, and the GCV-Dark Star on their way to Rinaal.

I hereby also mobilize our three Fighter Squadrons! Squad One is to remain at LV-130, to assist the Blue Group, as needed. The remaining two Squads are to accompany us to Rinaal.

**END TRANSMISSION**

"Sarah, send this to our Commanders, encrypted Marauders Secure Code!" I told our Comms Officer. Now the base.

**BEGIN TRANSMISSION**

To: SB Fenrir, LV-130/Alpha Canis

From: Commander Gudihl

Subject: Prepare Evacuation

To all base personnel: prepare for immediate evacuation! All transporters are to be readied. Transfer Iridium to shuttles, and boobie-trap the base...

**END TRANSMISSION**

"Sarah, got this? Good."

"Joe, is that really necessary?" Sally asked me.

"Well, dunno. I have got that bad feeling about F12. When they get Cerberus, we are next. Better be prepared!" I answered her.

"Okay, bring her on da road. You've got the bridge! I'm in my cabin until Rinaal..."

"Okay, Joe. Action stations, action stations! Yellow alert, we are on the move. Shields at 25%; IOD, and PTE at 50%, standby! Plot course to Rinaal, Linda! Estimated time?" Sally took over.

"Estimated time to Rinaal two hours." Lt. Linda Miller, our Navigations Officer answered.

I went to the Commander's cabin to get some half hour rest, and then to plan our next moves together with Tac...

(/RP)

Note: had to do some minor corrections concerning those Fighter Squadrons. (12 pilots each instead of four, as I thought!) Thus this correction two days after posting...

Regards!

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Cmdr. Joe Gudihl, GCV-Dark Star, =Wraith Fleet=

Commander, Marauders Wing

"Remember, we are trained professionals... Don't try this at home!"

Official Tester, Battlecruiser Series

[This message has been edited by Thomas Siemens (edited 09-30-1999).]

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Okay, first of all I'm sorry guys.

This isn't a post, just an apology and an explanation of sorts. I haven't posted (or finished) the initial assault post and it will not be done this week either.

The reason for this is that I've been swamped at work, and to cap it all am slap bang in the middle of exams. Revision, antsy clients, exams and antsy clients.

Did I mention antsy clients?

Anyway, I've taken two of four exams so far and have passed them both. I have my third on Friday but then I have a period of relative calm where I just have to deal with antsy clients until around the end of October. I will post my next installment before my fourth exam.

Fortunately it seems that there are other good threads running on this site, so join them if you haven't already.

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Jon "Jester" Ballinger

Official BC3K Tester

ICV Essenson

Author, The Calm Before The Storm: http://jabsystems.co.uk/future/calmb4storm/

"You can only love or hate something you truly understand"

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Just a little something for all to contemplate wink.gif

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1516, March 14, 3008

LV-104/Alpha Cygni

Cerebus Starbase

ÔÇ£Status Mr Scott,ÔÇØ I asked my Chief Engineer.

ÔÇ£We be ready to lift-off inna few Commander,ÔÇØ Mr Scott replied.

ÔÇ£Personnel status Rico?ÔÇØ I asked my Tactical Officer.

ÔÇ£Three System Engineers still unaccounted for Commander,ÔÇØ Lt. Cmdr. Rico Cuervo replied, ÔÇ£we are still looking for them.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Do you have a lock on their tickers?ÔÇØ I asked referring to the mini-transponders that each crew member carried.

ÔÇ£Aye Sir,ÔÇØ was the reply.

ÔÇ£Well, beam them aboard! We donÔÇÖt have time to wait for their lazy arses.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Aye Sir!ÔÇØ Rico said, ÔÇ£Beaming all missing crew members aboard.ÔÇØ

The tactical display was being updated from sensors in orbit around LV-104. So far so good; the Gams havenÔÇÖt made it this far --- yet.

ÔÇ£Lt. Resprick,ÔÇØ I said as I neared the command chair, ÔÇ£get a hold of the base and beam aboard as many Marines and additional combat equipment that we can hold. DonÔÇÖt worry about the comfort or safety factor either.ÔÇØ

Resprick muttered something under his breath as he complied with GallionÔÇÖs latest seemingly illogical set of instructions. A light went off in ResprickÔÇÖs head that radiated on his face, as the inept combat officer contacted Cerebus Starbase operations suddenly understood what his commander was up to. There would be a need for additional Marines. The Gammulans were not the easiest fish in the sea, so-to-speak, to defeat. Even with an augmented Marine force, it would be an uphill battle just to get the Graf Spee launched form the subterranean landing bay into the relative safety of the vastness of space.

Meanwhile, the defenses of Cerebus Starbase were online and manned by their determined crews. SAM, SAL, RADAR, ECM, ECCM, fighters, ATV, and other ground assault vehicles came online and spread out in deployment. Each crew knew the score. Each Marine knew his fate. Each knew that they were dead. Their job was not to reason why, their duty was to stall the Gams and die

1509 GST, March 14, 3008

Tyrinis/Gammula

GCV Song-So

ÔÇ£Damage! Shield Integrity BreachedÔÇØ

That was what was bellowing throughout the passageways of the GCV Song-So. The Song-So was taking a beating. Hull integrity was down to 26 percent and the shields were out. At least fifteen Gammulan intruders roamed the ship.

With dire and dread, Commander Pak came to a resolution. Half of his crew was already dead with the other half just about there. The viciousness of the Gammulan attack was something that Commander Pak had not seen before and his crew totally unprepared for. The Gams had broken an age old unwritten rule of war; theyÔÇÖre using bio-gen weapons. Genetically engineered towards Terran physiology. There is no defense and only one cure.

Commander Pak flicked several circuits and inputted the required command codes that would cure is crew from the Gammulan infestation. What he did was not a vaccine or even a partial cure. The bridge turned and pulsated RED as the countdown began; 1:50 minutes left. None of the crew moved towards the prescribed stations, they were to busy dying. His last coherent act as a Terran and GALCOM Commander was to send one burst transmission from the empty comms station on the Song-SoÔÇÖs bridge. It was not addressed to anyone or anyway. It was an all channel, wideband panic message that all commanders used only as a last resort:

BIO-GEN

With any luck, the message might get through the Gammulan jamming, Commander Pak thought as he reclined into the comms station chair and drew his service weapon from his holster.

1:07 minutes remained until the GCV Song-So self-destruct. Effectively curing her of the Gammulan infestation that currently plagued the MKII Galactan Class Battlecruiser.

1509 GST, March 14, 3008

LV-115/Gammula

GCV Stenis

ÔÇ£Move it people!ÔÇØ SGT Gloss yelled to his team, ÔÇ£Schmidt, take two and get behind them. DonÔÇÖt worry about detection, the Gams know where we are at. Any questions? Good, now letÔÇÖs do it!ÔÇØ

The situation on the GCV Stenis was dire. At least twenty Gammulan troopers had beamed aboard the ship and were reeking havoc within its hull. Commander Machovich knew the score and the outcome of this game. The Gammulan hoard just kept coming and coming. Like the locusts of lore and legend, without respite, without impediment. Today was the day he would die.

ÔÇ£Target destroyed,ÔÇØ he heard, ÔÇ£Stormcarrier in range, FATAL taking over. Targeting next Stormcarrier.ÔÇØ

One Gam warship down, how many more to go, thought Machovich. The damage report was no better than his TacOps display. It was just as RED as system after system went critical and was destroyed by Gammulan forces. Both within and without the confines of StenisÔÇÖs hull.

Without warning the LV-115 system was engulfed with the glow of a mini super nova as the reactor aboard the Galcom battlecruiser went critical and exploded. Debris from the battlecruiser went everywhere. Several pieces hit the Gammulan Stormcarrier that the Stenis was targeting. One after another, they struck. When the last hit pay dirt, another mini super nova filled the LV-115 system temporarily. The Gammulan hoard didnt flinch, they just kept going and going

1511 GST, March 14, 3008

LV-110/Gammula

GCV Deutschland II

ÔÇ£That is the last one Sir,ÔÇØ Commander Jondi heard his Flight Officer say.

All four of the Interceptors were destroyed. The Gams hadnÔÇÖt even launched any fighter craft. There were just to many of them. It was a gamble but it was something he had to try. He watched as various sensors and displays confirmed what he already knew.

Battlecruiser acquired, resounded throughout the bridge.

Tell me something I donÔÇÖt already know mother, Jondi thought. At least 30 missiles were in flight within the LV-110 systems. Unfortunately, none were from the Deutschland II. Her missile stores were depleted seconds after this death dance began. Of the three PTA turrets, only one could fire, sporadic fire at best.

The countdown began as the first Gammulan missiles impacted upon Deutschland II shields. How many hits does it take to get to the center of a Battlecruiser? Is it one, two, three or 

Commander Jondi would never know the answer to an age old question. Ten missiles hit the Deutschland at the same time. Almost in the same place but they all had the same result when the GCV Deutschland II erupted into a mini super nova.

1516 GST, March 14, 3008

Chalinis/Alpha Gamma

GCV Prinze Eugen

The probes and mines worked Gweedo thought as he continued to stare at the TacOps display in disbelief. The crazy old fool is right. Somehow the Prinze managed to evade detection by the Gammulan hoard. At least for now. Iridium stores were low, only 30 minutes remained until tank is empty. Gweedo knew he had erred when he left Cerebus Starbase. He failed to verify ship stores. He had made one of the most fatal mistakes that any commander could make; he assumed.

ÔÇ£Set a course for the debris field,ÔÇØ Gweedo ordered, ÔÇ£engage hyperdrive when ready.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Aye Sir,ÔÇØ replied the bridge crew. Who acknowledged his command was lost to Gweedo. Gotta run, gotta hide, gotta get somewhere and survive. That was what he wanted, that was what he had to do. Corsair was not to engage Gam forces head-on. Their job was to nip their behind and harass the Gam supply and troop line.

1521, March 14, 3008

LV-104/Alpha Cygni

Cerebus Starbase

ÔÇ£We can launch now Commander,ÔÇØ Mr. Scott reported.

ÔÇ£Excellent Chief!ÔÇØ Gallion said, ÔÇ£engage cloak and get us out of here!ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Aye Sir,ÔÇØ replied the bridge crew.

Who exactly did not matter. Gallion was more concerned about the tactical situation. Cerebus would be lost, that much he and everyone on the starbase knew. The question was how long it would take and at what cost to the Gams. Technically, the Gammulan forces could ignore Cerebus and then return at their leisure. Gallion had a feeling that this would not happen. He had a feeling that the Gammulans would not ignore Cerebus starbase. He knew that they could not afford to allow Corsair to have a safe-haven to redeploy to/from.

ÔÇ£Route all message traffic to my station,ÔÇØ Gallion said to his comms officer, ÔÇ£any word from the field?ÔÇØ he asked. The field meaning the other Corsair Wing Battlecruisers currently deployed. Either they were hiding or they have been destroyed. Gallion hoped for the former but knew the later would be more accurate.

ÔÇ£We have received only one message Sir,ÔÇØ answered the comms officer, ÔÇ£routing to your station.

Gallion read the message and closed his eyes. This is gonna be a nasty war. Not a limited action. This is a full blown war.

BIO-GEN

Forward to Wraith-HQ, wideband all channels, Gallion ordered and slumped further into his command chair. War is hell and people die but to die that way was  inhumane

ÔÇ£Get us out of here Rico,ÔÇØ Gallion said.

ÔÇ£Aye Sir,ÔÇØ Rico Cuervo replied and the GCV Graf Spee began her vulnerable journey from Cerebus starbase to the vast not-so-emptiness of space.

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Cmdr. Gallion

GCV Graf Spee

Commander, Corsair Wing

=Wraith Fleet=

Bushi of the Dragon Council

"Run Silient, Run Deep"

ICQ# 29486270

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Location: Regis VI, Regulus

Date: 14 March, 3008. 1507 hrs

GCV Swiftsure

The Swiftsure flew at breakneck speed toward Wraith HQ, and battle. The whole crew thought that they weren't going fast enough. Forty minutes ago, they were on a routine mission, about to go home for some well needed shore leave, and repairs. Instead, they found themselves thrusted into a war, and were behind enemy lines. Now the ship was approaching neutral territory, but far from safe. The peace and comfort they should have found in Rinaal had been transformed into a war zone. Fellow warriors were dying, and they could do nothing. At least, not until they reached Rinaal.

"Can't we go any faster?" Commander Somerset asked from the command chair, voicing the question of most aboard.

McAllister frowned at the helm, saying "Present speed is .53, which is far over our maximum rated speed. Mr. O'Malley reports that he can't do any better than this."

"Damn..." Somerset said. We need all the speed we can get, he thought to himself.

"Commander! I'm receiving a broadband distress signal." Winforth reported from comms. "It's the Sussex. They report they're under heavy attack by 3 Megarons in LV-103, Alpha Cygni."

"Replotting course to intercept, Commander." Ishikawa instantly responded from navigation.

Somerset's face twisted with disgust at the order he was about to give. "Belay that, Mr. Ishikawa. Maintain present course and speed."

The entire bridge crew turned to him, mouths dropping. "Commander..." the asked in unison.

"We don't have the time to turn back. One of two things will happen to the Sussex. She will be captured, or she will be destroyed. Right now, we can't take the time to go and assist her. We need to get to Wraith, and evacuate her, as quickly as possible. Gniesneau and Renown are already in the area. They can assist the Sussex, while we cannot. The fate of not only Wraith, but all of GalCom lies on what happens in these next few hours. I don't like it any more than you do, but Wraith needs us there, now." It was one of those decisions no Commander ever wanted to face. But Somerset had made the decision, and would now have to live with the consequences.

The crew turned back to their posts, knowing that the Commander had just made one of the toughest choices of his career. They knew he didn't like it, but he did what was necessary. All of them wanted to go back and get the Sussex, but Wraith needed all the help it could get.

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Location: Cyron VI, Cyron

Date: 14 March, 3008. 1512 hrs

GCV Swiftsure

The ship continued at blinding speed toward Wraith. This time, the ship wouldn't have a sweet homecoming, with smiles, laughter, and shore leave. There would be no families to greet them, and there would be no fond reunions that take place when a ship comes into port. By this time, those families had been loaded aboard transports and escorted away to friendly territory. Somerset knew that the Wraith evac drills were now paying off. It was a good thing too, as it gave crew members with family at Wraith one less thing to worry about. Personally, he was glad Jessica was at GHQ, far away from the war.

"Sir, incoming transmission from the Usagi." Melanie reported from comms.

"On screen." the Commander ordered.

A message appeared on Somerset's display and read

----Begin Transmission----

To: Cmdr Somerset, GCV Swiftsure

Fm: Flt Cmdr Londono, CINCWRTHFLT

Usagi ETA to HQ is 2 hours. Take command of HellHound Wing until I arrive, and have SIN Wing on foward silent recon. Observe and count jump gate flashes inbound to Rinaal. Be safe my friend.

-----End Transmission-----

Somerset brought up a screen, and made a reply.

-----Begin Transmission-----

To: Flt Cmdr Londono, CINCWRTHFLT

Fm: Cmdr Somerset, GCV Swiftsure

Sorry you'll miss the party, Tac. SIN Wing will be on recon. I'll try and keep the Gamms warm for you. Once evac is complete, we'll make our stand at Tyrus II. See you there, my friend.

-----End Transmission------

"Send that message, Melanie. Also, send the Renown and the Gniesneau a Priority I message. Tell them to discontinue their present mission, and make for the Kappa rendevous point." He couldn't save the Sussex, but he could save these two ships. That would also get them headed toward the Krynon system, where Somerset intended to make a stand against the Gamms, whether the rest of Wraith was there or not.

"But, sir, isn't that a violation of standing protocols?" Soran asked.

"It is. But if they go to Cerbeus, they won't survive. Masterson and Von Hausen are experienced Commanders, with good crews. We need them at Tyrus, not dead at Cerbeus. You know that if they go there, they're as good as dead." Somerset retorted.

"Excellent point, Commander." Soran replied.

"Message away, sir." Melanie reported.

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Location: Approaching LV-104, Alpha Cygni

Date: 14 March, 3008. 1519 hrs.

GCV Gniesneau

"Commander Von Hausen! Incoming Priority I from the Swiftsure. It orders us to discontinue our present mission, and proceed to the Kappa rendevous point. What does that mean?" the comms officer wondered from his post.

"It means that this war has gotten off to a rocky start..." Von Hausen said from the command chair. They were supposed to evacuate Cerebus Starbase, which would be near suicide. Somerset must have decided that Corsair would evac well enough on it's own. It was countermanding a SOP, but it was also a directive from his superior officer. Tough choice, but Von Hausen wouldn't have to deal with the consequences.

"Replot course for Tyrus II, maximum velocity. Cerebus will just have to do without us." Von Hausen ordered.

"Aye, sir." the nav officer said.

Though none could see it, the cloaked GCV Gniesneau turned about, and headed away from the already doomed Cerebus Starbase.

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Location: LV-184, Omega Centauri

Date: 14, March 3008. 1519 hrs.

GCV Renown

Commander Masterson brooded in his chair. They were blazing toward Cerebus Starbase, and certain death. The whole SIN Wing mission at Cerebus would be suicide for those that had to go there. And Renown was one of them. His wife was finally going to get the message he wrote all those years ago, but never wanted her to read. All because those bloody Gamms wanted to start a war.

Lt. Howard turned from the comms post to face Masterson. "Commander, we're getting a message from the Swiftsure. We're being ordered to discontinue our present mission, and proceed to the Kappa rendevous point. What does that mean, sir?"

"It means that someone just saved our necks. Helm, replot course for Tyrus II, maximum velocity." Masterson ordered.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Masterson quitely said, "Thank you, Ben." Somerset might have just sacrificed the rest of his carrer for Masterson. As the Renown turned about, Masterson was glad that fate had intervened, and his wife wouldn't see that message. He also prayed for those poor b******s at Cerebus. He wished them an honorable death.

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Location: Approaching Rinaal, Cyrian

Date: 14 March, 3008. 1523 hrs.

GCV Swiftsure

At comms, Melanie's face skewed into a look of frustration. "Commander, receiving a wide-band transmission from the Graf Spee. I can't really make it all out. I've only got this: BI-G--N. Any ideas, sir?"

"My God..." was all Somerset could say. Not only did they start a war, but they were using biogenic weapons against GalCom. "Those Gamms are going to pay for this. Time to Wraith?"

"Engineering somehow managed to get some more speed out of her, Commander. ETA to Wraith is now 10 minutes." Lt. McAllister said from the helm.

"Excellent." Somerset said, activating the shipwide annunciator. [All hands, this is the Commander. We are now 10 minutes from Wraith HQ. Man your posts, and prepare for combat. Marines, take up intruder control positions. Damage control parties, report to your stations. This isn't going to be a quick skirmish. This one is going to be a long haul, all the way to friendly territory. May the heavens be with us. Somerset out.] He didn't think that this was quite the time to tell them about the biogenic weapons. They needed to get through the battle first, before worrying about that.

In 10 more minutes the Swiftsure would be headed into Rinaal, and right into the heart of a war...

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Cmdr. Benjamin Somerset

GCV Swiftsure

Prime Fleet

Commander, SIN Wing

=TDY Wraith Fleet=

"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

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Location: Chanis-2, Xyon

Date: March 14, 3008. 1545

GCV Defiant

Bandus watched the bridgeviewer as two battlecruisers, the Indomitable, and Yamato plus two transports commandered for the evacuation loaded personel from Delta Starbase.

Soon all members from Delta Starbase were onboard the battlecruisers or transports.

"Signal all ships to make for orbit." ordered Bandus.

"Aye, sir." answered Mark.

Mark quickly punched a few buttons and said "All ships head for orbit, repeat, all ships head for orbit."

All ships, including the Defiant, pointed straight up and went full speed until they had broken then gravitatonal pull of the planet and established a stable orbit around Chanis-2. Bandus looked at his Tacops screen and saw 10 additional battlecruisers from Marauder Wing waiting in orbit.

"Ok, signal the Indomitable and Yamato to cloak and go ahead of us. Then signal the Marauder battlecruisers to assume a defensive formation around the transports, we will do the same."

"Aye." replied Mark.

"Plot a course for the Krynon rendezvous point, maximum speed."

"Course plotted, engaging." answered Danny, the navigation officer.

The transports and all of their battlecruiser escorts turned toward WRM-12, and the Krynon rendezvous point.

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I know I haven't taken losses yet but I will in my next post..I just wanna enjoy Delta Wing being fully intact a bit longer. wink.gif

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Cmdr. Bandus

GCV Defiant

Commander, Delta Wing

=Wraith Fleet=

"Universal Peace Through Deadly Force"

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Location: Khan, Arenis Star System

Date: 14 March, 3008. 1649 hrs

GCV Usagi, Constellation Class

It had been a tasking dash through most of the known universe for the ship's engines. The cloaked run through Insurgent space had taken 10 whole minutes of cloak time from the Usagi. It was fuel that could have been better off spent in the coming trials. The wormhole that lead to Krynon was 5 minutes away...

Fleet Commander Londono strolled through the decks towards the bridge. He had just finished writing his will and farewell letters... it was war. Disgusting, useless, pointless war. As he entered the bridge, the noise of incomming comm chatter was audible, even at the very entrance. The Comms officer saw him.

"Commander, we have received confirmation from SiN an hour ago. Personal message for you at your station Sir."

"Thank you Ltnt." he replied in a tired voice.

"Delta Wing reports Evac is complete, transports are now proceeding to move through Credian Space enroute to Earth."

"Good. Signal our ETA to our forces."

"Incoming ships!" yelled the Tactical Officer, "Sensors picking up high-mass readings coming through the wormhole... Bearing 0-0-0, attempting to ID!"

"All hands prepare for battle" wailed the Combat Officer.

The familiar flash of an inbound ship filled the bridge. Whatever it was, it had just jumped straight in front of them.

"Sir, if they emerged at this side of the wormhole we wont be able to manouver...we're going too fast!" a worried helmsman cried over the sounds of footsteps as the 8 bridge defense marines entered the bridge.

"Stay on course, increase thrust. Maia, speak to me".

The Tactical Officer's fingers raced through the sensor net controls. "Heavy distortion from the wormhole's gravitational field... I'll try to.." a beep sounded 3 times "... I've got one of them! MRT-15 class... high mass... GCV Haven!! Another...and another... 8 MRT-15 transports sir, all Galcom. Cargo manifest indicates human cargo from Wraith HQ."

"Advise them to get out of our way Ltnt... and tell them to burn their gas all the way to Sol"

"Aye sir"

"All hands, remain on battle stations, prepare for wormhole jump in 2 minutes" the Combat Officer sounded a bit dissapointed.

He'll get his fair share of battle soon enough Tac thought. He sighed heavily and sank back in his chair. His gaze fixed on the reflection on his command panel that seemed to demand his total attention. A graceful sword with wings. I never got around to write you a letter... wrote to everyone but you. I promised to return with this symbol of what we had as my banner... to plant it as our flag on those beautiful hills overlooking Ssr'yel city. I can't consider losing now... I will come back! Tac clenched his jaws and kept staring at the reflection.

Maia Kurazawa, Tactical Officer of the Usagi, often wondered why the Fleet Commander got into such grey moods when he stared into that badge. The nausea of the jump permeated the room.

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Location: Rinaal, Cyrian Star System

Date: 14 March, 3008. 1617 hrs

GCV Goddard, Starcruiser Class

"Commander, the last transport has left Wraith HQ. They are requesting our escort."

"Request granted, lets get out of here".

"Aye Sir" replied the helm.

The Starcruiser and the last MRT-10 to leave Wraith HQ sped towards their rendezvous with Delta Wing.

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Location: Rinaal, Cyrian Star System

Date: 14 March, 3008. 1652 hrs

GCV Warlock , Galactan Class, decloaked

This waiting was beggining to annoy Lt. Cmdr. Criller. His ship had been SITTING in Rinaal POSING as some idiotic decoy. He HATED being used as bait. He would rather shoot at that be shot upon. He knew that he and the other 3 bait Galactans were supposed to act like station defense, he knew that the remaining HellHound Wing BC's were cloaked and waiting the inevitable attack.He also knew that all the Commanders on those ships were laughing their arses off....laughing at him... the only Lt. Cmdr. to command a Battlecruiser, being used as target practice like a cadet back in the academy. "At least I'LL have cloak fuel to get out of here when that gammulan fleet arrives.. Hah, let those fools waste their irridium" he hissed under his breath.

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Location: Rinaal, Cyrian Star System

Date: 14 March, 3008. 1652 hrs

GCV Kiowa, Galactan Class, Cloaked

"Receiving ETA from Usagi... Fleet Commander will arrive in 5 minutes." spoke the small Hindu Comms officer.

"Acknowledge transmission, foward it to the Wing. Tell the honcho to get here faster" a thick Texan accent replied.

"Umm.. yes Sir" the Hindu Ltnt punched the appropiate commands.

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Location: Rinaal, Cyrian Star System

Date: 14 March, 3008. 1652 hrs

GCV Ardent, Galactan Class, uncloaked

The day had finally come. Cmdr. Lytton recognized the need to have the Ardent as part of the bait... his ship was the one that usually stood patrol around the Wraith Lair, any change might hint something...dreadfull. He didn't like it one bit though, but orders were orders were orders... and when the orders have logical support, they must be obeyed.

If that wasn't enough, he had this KID sitting on his brand new toy standing bait with him. God help us! he sighed.

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Well, there ya go. I suggest moving this to a new thread..getting slow to DL :-).

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Daniel "Tac" Londono

GCV Usagi

=Wraith Fleet=

"Hard,Fast, Furious...FIRST!"

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Location: Pravis, Cyrian

Date: 14 March 3008. 1527 hrs.

GCV Rodney, Questar Class

Commander William Conner sat with the 20 assorted ships deployed from Wraith HQ. These ships would perform hit and run attacks against the Gammulans, and impede their progress to Rinaal for as long as possible. They were only there to slow them down, not try and stop them. When the time came, they would fall back to Rinaal, and fight with the rest of the Fleet there.

Conner was in command of the small fleet, designated Sigma Group. It consisted of smaller ships, Questars, Starcruisers, and a few Starcarriers. They were fast, and maneuverable. They needed to be, if they were to be weaving in and out through the Gammulan formations. The bridge of the Rodney was dim, and the Condition Red lights kept up their steady pace. On those 20 ships, nearly 2000 officers and enlisted men sat, and waited for the coming onslaught.

There was a flash of light from the Cyron VI jumpgate. Something had come through into Pravis. "Prepare to attack. Alpha Squadron, stand by to begin assault. Bring the minefield online." Conner said from his chair.

On the Rodney's TacOps display, green sprouted near all the jumpgates as the mines that surrounded them activated. The one ship that had already come through had passed the mines before they had a chance to blanket the area with fire, exposing it. No matter, Conner thought, we'll take care of it ourselves.

On the forward viewscreen, a ship began to emerge from the blackness of space. As it came into view, they could tell that it wasn't Gammulan. The IFF from the ship read, GCV Swiftsure. "Someone made it through..." one of the officer's on the bridge said quietly. No one was expected to come out of Gammulan space alive, but someone had managed to get through, and in one piece.

"Commander Conner, we're being hailed by the Swiftsure," the comms officer reported.

"Open a channel." Conner ordered.

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Location: Pravis, Cyrian

Date: 14 March 3008. 1528 hrs.

GCV Swiftsure

The face of Commander Conner appeared on the viewscreen, as the Swiftsure blazed through Pravis toward Rinaal. "Status, Commander?" Benjamin Somerset asked from the command chair.

"Sigma Group is ready for combat, sir. Eight Questars, six Starcarriers, and six Starcruisers. We've also got 2 extra squadrons of fighters, in addition to those carried aboard ship. The defensive minefields are online, and are ready to take out incoming enemy ships. We're as ready as we'll ever be." Conner reported.

"Very well. You know your orders. When the enemy has overwhelmed your position, fall back to Rinaal. No heroics. I want to see all 20 ships come through that jumpgate. Understood?" Somerset asked.

"Understood, sir. We'll hold them off as long as we can. See you back in Rinaal. Rodney out."

Conner disappeared from the screen, and returned to the exterior view of the Rodney. The ship got smaller as the Swiftsure sped toward the Rinaal jumpgate. They all wished Sigma Group well.

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Location: Rinaal, Cyrian

Date: 14, March 3008. 1532 hrs.

Wraith HQ

Ops was a beehive of activity. Within the last 45 minutes, they had gone from a standard duty staff of 10, to nearly 40 people. Most of those were dedicated to traffic control, vectoring ships to new orbits, getting ships out of the dock, and out into space. Quite a bit of it was directing transports and their escorts out of Rinaal, and on their way to friendly space. The rest of them were operating the multitude of weapons that Wraith packed. Any Gammulan force would be given a tough time trying to conquer this heavily armed station.

At the center of it all, standing behind a massive TacOps holo, was Commander Yasomura Matasuke. He was an experienced station Commander, but was not that experienced in a combat situation. For the most part, he had gotten all of the unarmed transports out of the area, and cobbled the ships together into some form of defensive perimeter. Matasuke prayed that Swiftsure arrived before the Gammulans did. He didn't know enough to command the whole fleet in battle.

"Sir, all ships report that they're in position. What are your orders?" the officer at comms asked.

"Launch all fighters. They are to protect the station. Bring all of the stations weapons online. Activate the targeting systems, and prepare for combat. Get all other nonessential personnel out of here." Matasuke ordered.

"Aye, sir."

"Commander! There's something coming through the jumpgate!" one of the men at tactical reported.

"Prepare to enga..." Matasuke said, before he noticed that the IFF read friendly. Once the initial shock wore off, he ordered "Open a channel to the Swiftsure."

"Yes, Commander," the comms officer said.

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Location: Rinaal, Cyrian

Date: 14 March 3008. 1533 hrs.

GCV Swiftsure

Winforth turned toward Somerset from the comms station. "Sir, we're being hailed by Wraith HQ."

"Put them onscreen." Somerset ordered.

Matasuke appeared on the viewscreen, and said "It's good to see you made it here, Swiftsure. We've received orders from the Usagi that you are to take command of the fleet. I've deployed the ships into a defensive formation, and evacuated all the civilian population. The station should be fully evacuated of all nonessential personnel within the next 20 minutes. The fleet is yours, Commander Somerset."

"Very well. Melanie, open a channel to the Fleet," Somerset waited until she turned toward him, and nodded, affirming that the channel was open.

"All ships, this is Commander Somerset of the Swiftsure. As per orders, I'm taking command of the Fleet. Eta Group, assume defensive formation Delta around the station at 30 km. Omicron, and Epsilon are to form a defensive perimeter at 150 km distant from the station. Activate the defensive grid, and bring the minefields online. Zeta Group, you will remain uncloaked and act as station defense. All other Groups will report in, and engage cloaks when you are in position. Headquarters, has there been any unaccounted jumpgate activity in the system?" The answer would hopefully be no. That would mean that no Gammulan ships were present in the system already.

Matasuke's voice came on the Command TacLink again. "Negative, Commander. All jumpgate activity is accounted for. No enemy ships are present in the system."

Pressing a few touchscreen buttons on his console, Somerset opened a direct Link to Matasuke on Wraith HQ, so no one else could hear his next orders. "Prepare to initiate the stations Gamma evac protocols. Set the stations autodestruct for 90 minutes. If you're forced to evacuate before that, overload the stations reactors. The station cannot fall into enemy hands. Is that clear?"

"Perfectly, sir. The autodestruct is ready, and in progress. I've also set the stations bobby-traps, in case the autodestruct fails. The computer cores will be destroyed, as well as all sensitive materials and communications equipment. Nothing will be left that can be used against us. Total station evacuation will be complete in 30 minutes. Matasuke out.

Another voice came on the C-Tac. "This is Wraith HQ Tactical Director. Defensive grid is online. Minefields are active, and station NetStar defensive platforms are ready."

On Somerset's TacOps display, the whole thing lit green around the jumpgates as the minefields became active. Other pockets of green lit up, placed where the Gammulans would have to travel through to reach the station. Another whole line of mines went up in-between the two Battlegroups, and finally, another ring of mines surrounded the station at about 10 km out. As he looked at the display, he ordered "Lt. McAllister, take us into position with Group Omicron. Prepare for battle."

A familiar voice came through on the C-Tac, "This is Commander Bush of the Hood. Eta Group, in position at 30 clicks. Awaiting orders."

"This is the Repulse. Groups Omicron and Epsilon are in position. Standing by for orders," another voice said over the C-Tac.

"This is the Ardent, Commander Lytton. Zeta Group is in position, and awaiting orders."

As Omicron, Epsilon, and Eta Groups reported in, they began to fade off of the TacOps display as they engaged their cloaking devices. "Engage cloak, Mr. Kamarov." Somerset ordered.

Kamarov pressed the appropriate buttons on his console. "Cloaking device activated, sir."

Somerset opened the Fleet TacLink, and addressed the Fleet. This is the Swiftsure. We all know the score. GalCom is now at war with the Gammulan Alliance. It will take all of our strength and determination to prevail against our daunting enemy. But I know in my heart, that in the end, we will emerge victorious. The victory will be hard fought, and hard won. We will succeed. We must succeed. May the Angel's and Minister's of Grace defend us. Swiftsure out.

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Winforth called out from comms, "Commander, we've received a message from the Rodney. They've engaged the enemy."

Soran looked grim as he said, "And so it begins."

[/RP]

Let the games commence. smile.gif

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Cmdr. Benjamin Somerset

GCV Swiftsure

Prime Fleet

Commander, SIN Wing

=TDY Wraith Fleet=

"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

[This message has been edited by Ben Somerset (edited 10-13-1999).]

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Okies guys,

This is the last post in this thread and I'd appreciate it if either Derek, Ron or Rich could lock it down.

On Saturday I am going to finish off my post and will post it, I have a lot to absorb in the posts immediately before and after my apology but will get it sorted. Either late Saturday or early Sunday (UK time) I will be posting my post. At the moment it is six and a half thousand words but I will endeavour to trim it somewhat.

This is what I will be handling:

First th[****** censored ******]nd then finally th[****** censored ******]nd that's it.

So that's what will be happening guys.

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Jon "Jester" Ballinger

Official BC3K Tester

ICV Essenson

Author, The Calm Before The Storm: http://jabsystems.co.uk/future/calmb4storm/

"You can only love or hate something you truly understand"

P.S. Hehe, sorry guys, couldn't resist teasing. All will be revealed this weekend.

[This message has been edited by Jon Ballinger (edited 10-14-1999).]

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quote:


At the moment it is six and a half thousand words

Ack - can you send me a hard cover copy? biggrin.gif

Closing thread, as asked. 6500 words, eh? I am counting the hours, Jon!

Thomas (a.k.a. Gudihl)

Official Tester, Battlecruiser Series

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