View Full Version : EoCo 2 - The Search For Wingee.
ok, no one bothered with my last 'contributers' thread ;p, so i'll try something different. This is a story, based on the EoCo 2 experience, not particularly IW2, and needs other contributers to go anywhere, I can't do it on my own, tho ive tried to hint at the possible directions I can think of, at least I hope you like it, and yes I had a little bit of free time today =)
Legend tells of a Time when Gods roamed the Universe, Creating everything that exists with Esoteric Meditations and Complex Incantations, Constructing all that is Real from their own Vision. Studies since have proved much of these Legends to be True, as Ancient Elements of Code - much like DNA - have been found in the Spaces Between the Molecules of the Universe that is our Home.
This Code has revealed that there is a Manifest Destiny to the Universe, that all the Conflict and Strife is leading to a Conclusion, that only One Faction can claim the Universe in the End, but no one can say exactly how this will come about; and moreover, that some of these Creators came down into the Universe, to take Full Experience of Their Wonderous Creation, living lives much as we mere Mortals, returning constantly through time. One in particular has the Power and Responsibility to bring the Great Struggle to an End. His Name has been Unknown, until Now.........
We open on Dagda Prime, it is a time of Festival in the Universe, most people are celebrating, though some border skirmishes continue. It has been an uneasy Peace since the last Great Wars of The Systems and Strife has never truly ended, in fact its lately been accelerated by the explosion of the Hub-Star in FireFrost, a Sign of The End Time predicted by the the Ancient Discovers of The Code, a Sign that 'The One' had been returned somewhere in the Universe for the Final Time.
"President Krycek! Success!" The voice is of a member of the Codex Capitalia, MAAS Corporation's eminent scientists, dedicated to unraveling the Mysteries of The Code, to find Profit from predicting the Future trends of Commerce, but especially to discover the identity and whereabouts of 'The One', "We've found Him!!"
Krycek had known this day was coming, but nonetheless found his heart jumped on hearing these words, the future of his Faction depended so much on the information, and all their careful preparations could be in vein, "Where? What Faction? Is He ours?? Quickly man, spit it out!".
"It was a hard thing, there are many false leads in The Code, some of the Codex will never recover from the paths they had to take disecting the intricacies of it. First it appeared to be The MCA, but somehow - and we're not sure how - he's jumped ship to The Navy!!"
"The Navy!!" exclaimed Krycek, "We have information they've been recruiting the Vets from the last Great War, building their forces - exceeding our own, and now they've got 'The One'?! This is dire news indeed....Tell me all that you have discovered at once! Call for the Board of Chairmen to convene immediately!" the order goes out to his secretary as he leads the scientist into his Private Office.
Elsewhere on Dagda Prime...
The Dreaming Crystal Spires of the Offices of Dagda Prime, casting shadows on the silver beaches in the evening sunlight was a sight Kudos never missed if he could help it. He'd been born in the more rustic surroundings of the Oman Systems, and the splendor of the Corps HQ had never worn off him, though he did miss many of his old friends. He looked up, as he often did, as the first stars became visable in the twilight, and wondered again what had become of his old Comrades in Arms. The Universe had changed since his youth, strange events had conspired to drive many of the Old Oman away from the Faction they had fought so long and hard to defend. The scientists said Wormholes had developed in the Code, allowing Evil Creatures from other Dimensions, where the Laws of Reality are different, to invade and corrupt the Natural Design of the Universe. Whole fleets of Renowned Pilots had disappeared off scanners, never to be seen again, Planets warped in and out of existance causing havoc to all of the Factions, but when the chaos subsided, the Factions were all so damaged, that it at least gave the chance for an uneasy truce, and the Warriors of the Factions got the opportunity to meet eachother at last, in peace, in a specially organised Forum on a Spacestation in the centre sector, FireFrost. There, he had been persuaded to join MAAS, and had risen quickly in its ranks.
"Chairman Kudos!" his comms buzzed, "The President has called an emergency Board Meeting, You're to report immediately to the Boardroom!". Kudos returned his mind to the present and sighed, "what now?" he thought, and with one last glance down to the lucky revellers in the streets below, he left his balcony and headed for the transport tubes.
MAAS Corp's Boardroom...
Everyone was already there when Kudos arrived, bar a few notable exceptions, Scalpel for example, was unreachable down in the southern hemisphere, clearly enjoying the festivities, he was always 'lucky' enough to 'leave his comm in his other jacket'. But Chairmans Kristof, Legshagger, Lemming,Lightspeed, Shed7, oli7110, Karloose, coolant etc were sitting at their places around the black marble Board Table. Krycek sat in the Presidents chair, studying recent reports. Kudos nods to all present and takes his seat.
"Ah, good, we're all here thats going to be here," Krycek motions for his secretary to pass out copies of the report he's been reading. "The Time has come Gentlemen, investing in the Codex Project has paid off, 'The One' has been identified, we now know his Name and Faction, unfortunately he's not ours! He's Navy!"
"Navy!" exclaimed the gathered Chairmen, "what does this mean? are they destined to Win the Prize?"
"That cannot be ascertained from the Code, it's information that just isn't there. We must proceed on the assumption that Victory is still anyones to grab. For instance, it has also been suggested that the MCA are simply to weak to protect him until the Last Battle, for so our intel confirms. So now we move! We must decide our course of action immediately! Your thoughts Gentlemen?"
"We must increase our alliance with the Navy, keep our friends close, but our enemies closer!" responded the ever-devious Kristof, " hopefully they don't have the information we have, their strength has never been in their scientists, they have always prefered to spend all their resources on weapons. This may give us the edge!"
"We must increase our Forces! The Navy have the superior numbers and Veterans, we must recruit more Warriors!" Legshagger advised wisely.
"Clearly we should attack the MCA! They are on the borders of our, and Navy, space." This was the ever-eager-for-battle Lemming, "Intel shows they are weak and the Codex informs us they are doomed by Fate! We deliver the knock out blow on them, liquidate their HQ and absorb their best Warriors, bolstering our Forces, and creating a no-mans land between us and Navy in the process!"
"We must be careful we don't make too many enemies at once," cautioned Lightspeed, "If we move now, we will catch the MCA during Festival time, we won't get the same advantage over other Factions, and we must be cautious the other Factions don't think we're gunning for them next! We don't want to push them into a pre-emptive strike."
"Many of our own best pilots are dispersed throughout our System", Shed7 added, "enjoying the Festivities, we must send out the Call to Arms, form the squads and prepare for War! Any action we take against the MCA immediately will have to be taken by Ourselves and those we can gather quickly, it will be a small, but dedicated Force."
"We must also defend our System, remember", Kudos said, "i'll take some of the rookies out to GraveDigger, spawn a few decoys and keep a reasonable force for home-defence, joining the Strike Force when the opportunity arrises."
"Good, it's decided then!" said the President, "We move immediately to MCA space! I'll also be prepared to contact the Navy High Command, requesting an alliance, once we see if they are also taking advantage of the Festivities, perhaps attacking the MCA together will strengthen our ties, for the time being, until we're ready to strike!"
"To your ships Gentlemen, gather whatever Wingmen you can find, i'll be launching myself in the FC Cruiser, we'll need all the information and element of surprise we can get. Good Luck MAAS Warriors, Victory to the Corp!!"
"and remember 'The One' we are after, we must find him -this is a Priority- only he can call the Victors, 'The Ones' Name, it is Wingee!"
Meanwhile Elsewhere in the Universe....?
edited 'krychek'
I'd appreciate if you'd edit my name to the right way of spelling ;) K R Y C E K ;)
Thanks dude.
anyway: great story. I'd love to hear from the other factions....
cant you just change your nick?
no? oh ok then....
*sighs*
=)
appreciate it! Thanks. :)
suicidesquad
10-01-2002, 21:59
At Daru El Salam training centre
A dark orange, newly drone-painted Independent class fighter lands in the docking bay of the Oman Pilot's Training Centre West Wing, there is a word emblazoned on the top of the fighter which reads "S.S. Merciless". The docking bay doors close and a siren is sounded signifying that everything is clear. A door slides open on the side of the ship producing a small ladder that is dropped down onto the nearby gantry. A couple of macanics rush over to the ship and climb in. After a half a minute of the ship shaking the two mechanics climb out followed by the pilot. The pilot is tall for an Oman pilot, about 6'0", not only is he tall but he is also quite well built. He has bright blue eyes and short, dark hair which is partially covered by, what other factions call, an odd looking hat. It's held in place by two pin like devices that puncture the skin of the Oman trainee pilot's temples. The mechanics walk off down a gantry to the left of the main building that leads to the mechanics mess. The pilot however, is about to turn to the right when he stops, producing a small beeping device from his pocket. He then changes his course into the main building, up the stairs and to a fine wooden door with a name plaque on it. The name reads "Omar Abduhl". The pilot knocks and opens the door. He is greeted by a warm friendly smile from a secretary sitting at her desk typing up the latest trainee news.
"Can I help you?".
"Er yes, I'm suicidesquad, pilot no.4353...
"OK, don't bother, Mr. Abdulh is expecting you. He's just through that door."
suicidesquad nods to the secretary and walks through the door. He walks into a beautifully decorated office filled with plants and matchstick replica ships from all the factions. There is a large man sitting behind the desk.
"Hello there young suicidesquad, pleased to have such a successful trainee in my office!"
"Sir?"
"You've passed pilot training, you're now an official Oman pilot. Congraulations son."
"Thankyou sir, I'm finishing before the others? What's the catch, sir?"
"That's the bad part, you don't get to go home to see your family and friends. You're being drafted straight into the ranks."
At this last part, suicidesquad's face takes a very bitter form.
"Yes sir. Will that be all sir."
"Yes pilot, that's all. Oh and don't go getting yourself killed in any combat you might get involved in, you hear?
"No sir, I won't sir. One more thing sir. Could you please get those safety belts fixed for the other pilots? They're a devil to get out of."
With this, suicidesquad walks out of the office, past the secretary without even looking at her and goes off to the pilot's dormitories to wallow in self-pity.
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the galaxy......
nice one SS =)
here we go...?
Illustrious
10-01-2002, 22:25
The great doors on the outside of the hall swung open, and Illustrious and damnhard dropped their kit-bags, and stared at the magnificence of the room.
From somewhere towards the back of the room, a deep yet frail voice flew into the two heroes ears.
"The great war is beginning. Rally ......." then the voice faded.
For two days Illustrious and damnhard spent their time in the simulator pods, blowing Oman target drones to hell. It was a gratifying experience. Then the recruits arrived.
Pilots flooded from every airlock. Trying to keep his place in the current of bodies, Illustrious recognised a few of his old comrades.
"gordon, Britnoth!" He shouted to them. After a few minutes the old friends had managed to find a table at the Hoffers Gap HQ bar.
"Illustrious, there is talk of war." Britnoth whispered. "And more"
"Go on"
"Our spies in the Maas tell us of a huge build up of forces, they told me ........" Britnoths voice trailed into insignificence as the pilots heard the call. They dropped their glasses, still half full, and ran to the Great Hall.
Illustrious took his seat, and waited for the news.
Meanwhile.....
suicidesquad
10-01-2002, 23:38
Someone from the Navy etc. gonna post? Go on, you know you want to........
Wasting no time the brave warriors of maas answered the call to battle. Dadga Prime soon became a hub of activity as battle hardened pilots prepared for the coming war. New ships were tried and tested, rookie pilots trained long and hard to guarantee themselves a piece of the action.
President Krycek, sensing the feeling on unrest on the borders swifty dispatched his envoys to the other factions. The Swift diplomacy reaped valuable rewards and soon the third way and oman had promised their neutrality duirng the battle against the mca. The Navy, eager to flex their collective muscles wasted no time in promising their military support to the campaign. Of the league nothing was heard.. rumours of political unrest in their ranks had been whispered in many a trading post. Their deadly silence did however hide a much darker reality.
Confident that the current situation with the other factions had been defused Krycek ordered his troops to the front lines.
The veteran Lemming was given command of the first fleet dispatched to the MCA borders. With his loyal lieutenant's at his side he lead the advance into dadga alpha.
To the surprise of the entire corporation the MCA had moved more quickly than expected, their scout forces had already entered Maas space.
A quick and bloody battle saw the MCA falling back in retreat.
Soon Maas reinforcements arrived in dadga alpha bringing news of NAVY forces engaging the MCA and of a fierce border war between the Oman and Third Way
Having waited several hours for orders word finally came from the president ordering the jump to Darwin. The Maas fleet, still fresh from its victory, set off to war...
The push into Mwari had begun.....
we really need the Navy and TTW to add a bit at this point....
any ex-MCA would be good too, tho maybe not as essential....
I dont want to stop anyone from posting, but we must try and stick to the timeline...
This Message Will Self-Destruct After someone Posts..
I enjoy this stuff - I'll post sth tomorrow ;-)) ...
-Zarrock
good one, thats the job! we'll look forward to it =)
no hurry I spose, ppl can wait if they want to post something further along in time...
Tho if I was a mod, I could easily move posts, eh alex?
=)
Again, this Post is Ticking...
Darkening
11-01-2002, 02:35
sorry i can't post anything yet as everything i had to do with was classified becauses it mosty was bloody angel ops.
once i get the ok from the powers that be i will do something.
alex? could you make this a sticky plz?
up near the top if you dont mind =)
d'you want me to trim all the chat so the story flows better?
Once a few more ppl have posted you can cut out messages like this.. at the min the story only coveres the events of the first 2 days :)
So its going to be a LONG thread if we try to cover the whole history :)
as always I totally agree with our squad commander ;)
Blacky23-
11-01-2002, 20:34
erm... im ex-mca from this round then ttw. so i will only do mca.
The mca were created. then they were destroyed. the end. :(
and ppl can edit their story posts into their *spam* posts if they think it'd run better...
suicidesquad
11-01-2002, 21:26
Daru El Salam
Pilot base no.12, block no.3, room 37
0600 hours
A sleeping figure lies motionless in an awkward position with it's right arm resting on the thin, standard issue excuse for a pillow, while it's right arm, along with the head is hanging off the side. The feet are poking 25 cm out the end of the quickly but poorly assembled metal frame bed. There is a loud knock at the door accompanied by a shout.
"ROLL CALL AT 0605"
The figure attempts to roll on to it's back but ends up on the floor with a wide-eyed look which is a cross between bewilderment and amusement.
"Well, that's one way of getting out of bed."
There is then a frantic rush to get dressed followed by the speedy consumption of what can only be described as dead maggot-like creatures. The figure then makes a dash for the room's door. Unfortunately there is a button to press to open the door which the youth forgot about.
"Bugger it, no time to waste."
The man presses the button, runs out the door and into a crowd of running, jostling pilots. He joins into the mad rush not really knowing where he's going, just following. After about a half minute of running, the crowd comes to a large number of tubes with seats waiting to be used. The figure starts to run towards one of the tubes but stops dead as he notices the one before it has a plaque above it which reads "suicidesquad".
"Oh, this must be mine then."
Under the glare of a nearby officer suicidesquad quickly scrambles into the seat and is surprised as the seat sets off down the tube at a blistering speed. A dial sits in between his legs that reads the current speed.
"Holy macaroni! 385 LBPs! Where's the safety belt!?"
At this a strap whips itself out of the seat's left shoulder and latches itself onto a bolt on the lower right side.
"Damn this place is confusing."
A few seconds later the belt undoes it self amd the seat hits the end of the tube, sending a cursing suicidesquad flying through the air. He lands exactly in a line of pilots, but stumbles on impact, the veteran pilots are laughing at him.
"Nice landing, best I've seen a new guy do in ages! Quick be quiet everyone, here comes the new FC, Boris."
Boris walks down the line of pilots talking to random pilots. He fianlly gets to suicidesquad. He stops and gives the young man a funny look.
"Don't I know you from somewhere pilot?"
"Um....er.....y-yes sir y-you do. You were the senior chairman at the training institute. You awarded me with my quick accomplishment medal, sir."
"That's right! Good on you lad!"
Boris carries on moving down the line as he did before whilst suicidesquad breathes a sigh of relief. Boris then walks to the front of the line and shouts out the orders.
"OK, EVERYONE IS TO GET THEIR SHIPS FROM THEIR RESPECTIVE DOCKING BAYS AND IS TO REPORT IMMEDIATELY TO THE EAST SIDE OF THE DARU EL SALAM SECTOR. YOU WILL RECEIVE ORDERS ON ARRIVAL! MOVE OUT!"
A very confused suicidesquad wastes no time in joining the general rush to get to the docking bays.
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the universe...
captcoyote
11-01-2002, 23:06
The religious order of the Third Way maintained a peaceful society of priest and paladins dedicated to preserving and maintaining order in the universe. The home planet Eureka was a lush green planet bountiful in forest, and beautiful stone temples designed for meditation and training. The teachings of The Third Way required that all acolytes be taught to fight so as to preserve the Truth of the Third Way. The war against chaos, and those who promoted it, like the evil Oman, was and never ending battle. There were many who sought to create chaos in the Universe, while others who only wished to discover its secrets. The Third Way was determined to bring order by controlling the chaos. The high priests of The Third Way were the true descendents of the ancients, and had always known the name of “The One.” Yet they saw it as their duty to keep the name secret because it was considered sacred. To say the name out loud was blasphemy. Only in the most secret of ceremonies, within the Holy of Holies, surrounded only by his closest bishops, would the high priest whisper in prayer, “Wingee, blessed be his name.”
Rather than seeking to maintain only One religion within its planetary system, the Third Way recognized the need to accept the Truth as revealed through the prism of life. The various religions were simply separated between those who sought The Light, and those who sought Darkness, and various colors in between. The high council was made up of 5 bishops, all representing one of the three ways. Representing the forces of light was Daven and Bfalcon. Representing the way of darkness was Rath and theborgno1. The highpriest, which maintained the equilibrium between the various factions was the one called RogerRabbit. It was typical of the forces of light to choose names that were soothing, and at times identified with the animals of the forest. While the forces of darkess chose names that typified symbols or anger or war. Thus it was assumed that RogerRabbit was in fact another priest on the side of the light; yet he embraced those who served Darkness to maintain The Third Way.
It was the time of festival, and priest had been busy throughout the Universe helping with the various religious functions required during these times. Roger was concerned because he had received a vision, during meditation, that the evil Oman were planning a major campaign against The Third Way at a time when they would be at their weakest. He called a meeting of the High Council. The ships of the high priest were made of a secret material that glistened like crystal, but was harder than diamonds. Daven, Roger’s oldest and most trusted advisor, was the first to arrive in his Emerald cruiser. He was old and wise. He walked slowly, leaning on his emerald staff.. (“Almost too old” thought Roger. I doubt that my old friend will be able to even live throughout the coming conflict.) Next was Bfalcon in a ship gleaming as if made with Sapphires. His acolytes opened the doors of his shipped and bowed as he proudly came forward. A three story cubed graphite colored shipped made orbit around Eureka, and theborgno1 materialized on the planet below. Finally, like a shadow, a ship materialized on the landing pad, dark as obsidian. No doors opened, as another shadow appeared next to ship and glided toward the temple, this no doubt was Rath.
These High Priest entered the temple, without talking, going directly to the Holy of Holies in the Temple to the Goddess Eureka. It was always customary to begin their meetings with prayer and meditation. Each of the high priest stood at one end of the pentagon shaped table. In the center was the three sided crystal of Wingee (“blessed be his name”). A great calm filled the room as each of the high priest lowered their heads and began to pray and meditate. The low murmur of prayers and mantras, began to rise slowly, as the sol of the planet began to rise and shine through the stained glass windows of the temple. As the crystal began to glisten, each of the priest slowly raised their right hand in a fist. Each of the priest wore a ring as a symbol of their authority. Roger wore the diamond ring, Daven the emerald, Bfalcon the sapphire, theborgno1 dark tourmaline, and Rath the obsidian. As their fist rose up to point at the crystal, their prayers and chants rose to a crescendo. Suddenly the crystal came to a sudden brilliance, and for a moment all five became one within the crystal. Inside each of their minds was a creature with a face facing five different directions at the other systems in the universe. The creature could see the way of chaos, and the way of pacifism, and recognized immediately that there was a Third Way to end the coming conflict.
Meanwhile a small ship escaped Oman space on board a small wasp fighter ship. The pilot on board, was the subject of the Oman’s genetics program to produce creatures who were expendable in combat. The pilot on board looked humanoid, but had the facial features of a coyote and was covered in fur. Having been trained for war the young pilot evaded the Oman ships and headed for The Third Way system, hoping to not get himself killed. At the beginning of the festivals, the young coyote had encountered a secret Third Way priest, who described his enemy in ways that seemed much better than originally described by his taskmasters. He wondered if the priest would accept him, and if he could enter the system alive. His on board computer calculated the necessary computations required for capsule jump. The ship gave a small beep indicating that calculations were complete. The coyote had never capsule jumped before, and did not know what to expect. He instinctively made a small whimpering sound before punching the button. The last thing he remembered was being able to see himself as he disappeared into a bright light.
Solarian was an up and coming paladin of space whose golden topaz colored ship was guiding a platoon of acolytes into training. His proximity alarm sounded. It appears his acolytes might get trained in a real battle today. A lone ship appeared in their space completing a capsule jump, without any defense or weapons up. “Alright, lets investigate, but keep your shields up! If that ship even blinks, I want it blown out of this sector! The Third Way must continue or else chaos will reign.” “Roger!” came the reply over the comms. (The name of the high priest was used as a form of respect and agreement.)
Nice one guys... =)
Just the Navy needed to start now.....
Well here it goes - a bit rushed maybe - but I had quite a lot of other things on my hands. It's a dramatisation (obviously) of the gathering of the Navy forces.
Liberty HQ – The Gathering.
”Have they arrived yet?” the voice of the wizened admiral rang loudly through the halls of Liberty HQ.
“No sir. It has taken time to gather our forces. The defeats of the last decade have weakened our infrastructure.” The young officer – nicknamed the ThePlayer – had been organising the infant forces of the New Navy with great fervour, the job had not been easy, though. They were waiting and hoping for the arrival of more forces - hoping that someone among the starts had heard their call to defend civilisation against the ever amassing forces of corporate power, extreme fanatics and religious crusaders.
“We have neither the economical resources nor the political influence of the other factions!” the old man grumbled, he had seen the Alliance falter once and would not bear to see it again. “You must scour the universe – search for rogue pilots, disillusioned veterans – outcasts!” The admiral was determined as he stared grimly into the ocean of stars. “Bring them here. Bring us victory!”
Months passed and the old admiral passed away. Day in and day out ships arrived from across the galaxy bringing news of military build-ups in all corners of the Cluster.
“Will they come?” ThePlayer asked puzzled. The envoy of the Bloody Angels – a mercenary type called Darkening – had arrived a few days ago. He brought news with him of an outcast fleet seeking a banner of hope and truth to fight for.
“It has been a long journey.” The Angel replied not without sarcasm in his voice.
Hours later massive jump gates opened in the near vicinity of Liberty HQ and a fleet of badly battered warships entered the system.
“Long journey indeed,” replied ThePlayer, “those Nova Classes will need a complete rehaul before flying into battle again - if they ever will!” He didn’t know much of the myths, heroes and ships of the Cluster – he had not been stationed here for long. But if the Navy had to survive, they would need a leader that this mishmash of pilots would support. Not an easy task it seemed to him.
“There!,” said Darkening, “the Asmodeus, the ship of our commander Zarrock.” Darkening pointed out an old Nova Class slowly drifting through space.
“I’ve seen the records, a name of fame to some – of great infamy to others!” Before ThePlayer could continue his sentence the comm-system went on overdrive. Confused rookies, hardened veterans, old friends and complete strangers all filled the comm-lines with salutations, tactical reports, queries and requests for orders. As Navy-ADMIN got the initial chaos sorted out, a council was called – it was time to organise the new Navy; it was time to see how at answered the call of freedom.
Liberty HQ was humming with activity. Thousands of crewmembers swarmed the narrow corridors or enjoyed the view from the hardened panorama windows. Darkening was filling Zarrock, WildBill, Warmaker and the rest of the Bloody Angels officers into the details of the Navy military structure. ThePlayer listened carefully; these pilots had seen many battles and much grief. He felt a close connection between all of them that seemed to go far beyond mere hierarchy. As he listened, he saw glimpses of light at his side and as he turned his head, Danube Class Cruisers emerged from great jump gates – they carried the sign of the Death Squad.
“Mercenaries,” ThePlayer whispered spitefully.
“If they are mercenaries, then our cause is their pay,” Zarrock interrupted. “They can be trusted and we will welcome them here as our brothers!”
“You attribute great knowledge of the human soul to yourself Zarrock! I pray that you not mistaken.” ThePlayer felt he had little choice but to trust the judgment of these old officers.
“As do I. But it is our belief in own strength that always condemns us at the end isn’t it? That is why we must do this together – now open a comm-channel, I want to talk to the old rascal!” Most pilots in the hall smiled as a holographic projection of warden-dios, the feared leader of Death Squad, appeared.
“Good to see you my brothers-in-arms! I have come in the hope that we shall accomplish great deeds together of which many songs shall be song! And I brought a very old friend!” The projection of Warden faded away and The-Hawk appeared.
“I thought you dead!” Zarrock was obviously surprised. “We thought we lost you during the Siege of Hoffer’s Gap HQ – we searched for your ship for days without luck.” Warmaker stepped forward and interrupted Zarrock: “And we’ll forgive you for deserting us during those troubled days; we understand that parts of the Oman leadership made it intolerable for you. You would have lost your good name and your military career, good to see that you took good care of yourself. We will need you in the upcoming battles – now let’s have this meeting so the opening banquet can begin.”
“Hear, hear!” Darkening yelled. “Let’s get started!”
The new members of the Navy Alliance started to assemble in the main hall of Liberty HQ. The council was set and full authority was bestowed upon this ruling assembly. The Navy Alliance was desperate to turn the tide of events in their favour and they had no other choice than to trust the men that had now gathered in the old halls of Liberty.
(....to be continued....)
"Tyaa, spare me!" screamed the hulking silouette, backlit only by the true light of stars as its taloned fingers reached for the drab, dimpled dark of the polymer ceiling.
Then he fell backwards, folding in exhaustion onto the foam-covered couch, which moulded to meet him as if to match his spent passion with its own caress of quiet.
"Aaghhh!" thought the creature; the clean light of a year-old nova showed its yellow fangs in their true colour. "I have to be good, now!" Memories flooded his thick-skulled brain - flashes of too-bright light and the screams of dieing men impossibly heard across the vacuum of space. Hot blood coursing - in his own veins or over his skin, he was never sure. Himself, suddenly seen from outside, upright as a gyroscope on a shifting bridge, yellow eyes bright, watching, waiting, all his body fighting to keep one finger still...
He leapt suddenly from his chair and struck a button angrily. Immediately, the bubble of boiling water charged into the room.
The figure lurched sideways, cursing. A clawed hand snatched a nearby bottle and something darkly red sloshed into a stained glass. As the crescendo of steam built beside him, the partly-lit, heavily-built and curiously inhuman being threw its head back to drain the glass, turned around suddenly and busied himself with arcane preparations in the shadows of the room. He hissed with the steam as the scalding water poured, then only a precise and measured "tink-tink" disturbed the stillness.
"Better have a nice cup of tea first." thought Boris.
The_Hawk
12-01-2002, 11:59
I am the Historian of EOC I log the files and communications of various factions since the first humans came to this universe. I am The Hawk. I was here since the beginning. I was Maas. I was elected to be their FC by overwhelming majority and carried 100% confidence throught my term. I was responsible for organizing the first seige on a base and the results of it's distruction. That was many centuries past but the records remain in my cybernetic processor , yes I am a biomechanical construct my purpose is more of the librarian nature recording the important events as they occur and gathering information about other events I am unable to witness. Like all historians the story is one sided. As the story that began this thread. It has merit and even describes the other factions accurately especially the Navy. I also seek audience with "The One" however even I with my bounty of stored EOC history and centuries of experience cannot locate "The One" for he is on a sabatical and must not have contact with anyone from our universe .
He has gone to the "Outside" but there was a problem with the portal as he left our universe and a sixth dimentional creature reached the openning before anyone could react and all of the electronic componets have been effected. The dreaded SQL has invaded our galaxy with the Lagg Monster. You cannot fight this creature for it has no concept of war, or sides, or even our humaniod existance it lives in the sixth dimention but can co-exist in our dimention in the form of the Lagg Monster. We are at it's mercy until the return of "The One"
In the aftermath of the original story from the eyes of EOC I would just like to say that you read the command structure of the Navy very accurately and preformed a well orchistrated set of military maneuovers. But you were wrong about two things, first was the science, the Navy had access to the greatest store of scientific and military information in the galaxy. They choose to ignore it and waved the hand of dismissial to the messenger who bore the news of betrayl. This happened well in advance of any obvious intention but went unheeded until it was far past too late. That has been the downfall of many great EOC commanders not paying attention to what the actions of others may mean when compaired to what they said or intended to do.
Secondly you underestimated the stout Navy pilots who despite all odds rose to the call of warriors blood and exacted their revenge and with more odds against them have leveled every thing that was once beautiful in Dagda Prime and all surrounding sectors.(referance to thread "the silent tear")
And though the Maas reigns in the top ten as they did many centuries in the past they are corporate strength with known tactics and strategy the Navy that are left are few but they are bound by blood and despite some of them being "different" they still travel with cunning and strength laying to waste all that belongs to those who have crossed them.
This period of EOC history I will call the Dark Lagg Period as the close of the 3rd century draws near. Let us hope "The One" will soon return.
This is the last time i'll comment, but I wub j00 4ll !! =)
keep it coming guys, this is great!
Kudos woke sweating, was he awake? "Computer! Location and status please!". "GraveDigger, nothing to report." came the monotone answer. He began to relax, his sleep had been disturbed by weird dreams, intimations perhaps, of the Future, for so it felt. His Oman blood had some peculiar traits after all. He cast aside the report that lay on his chest, "must remember not to read Codex reports before sleeping, especially after imbibing some 'FireFrost Special Brew..." he muttered to himself.
He had taken MAAS Corp rookie squadron to GraveDigger and had been putting them through their paces, holding dummy dogfights and practising their Electronic Countermeasure skills, training them up a bit and sending regular patrols into FireFrost, to get them used to targeting real enemies, and to keep a visable presence to the other Factions, all of which had begun to gather ships there. Instead of a permanent presence he felt the sight of a lot of different MAAS ships on manuevers would make the other Factions assume the MAAS Defence Force was stronger than it in fact was.
But FireFrost was a treachorous sector to operate in these days, false blips on scanners and mini-asteroid damage were common events, leading to Pilots believing they were under attack by opposing Forces. He had had to enter the sector himself yesterday, as a rookie reported he'd been attacked by Navy Forces, and although he doubted this as the Navy-MAAS alliance was currently strong and by all reports very effective in the Mwari System, it had to be checked out and he wanted to make sure his rookies didn't escalate any such situation.
Politics were tense at the moment, although MAAS Corp had secured Oman and TTW neutrality, they were fighting together on their borders, and it had spilled into FireFrost. Why anyone would fight in this sector he didn't know, as the skill needed to avoid the asteroids while conducting a firefight was beyond anyones ability. TTW seemed to have the majority control of the central sector, "how typical of them, holding the center ground" he had thought, but after sorting his rookies out, it gave him the chance to visit Alex's Bar - the last remaining vestige of the FireFrost 5 Peace station.
"That was a bad move," he thought now, as he got out of his bunk and made for the replicator to get his morning rations, "hair of the dog that bit me" he ordered the machine to provide his own concoction. His visit had been mostly relaxed, but strong words had been exchanged between some of the Old Oman he had met there. Loyalty to their new Factions was only kept in check by the policy that everyone was welcome in Alex's bar and that it was Sanctuary from all present events. "Leave your PBC's at the Door!" was the sign in the hanger bay, and people abided by that, in fact the Warriors were thankfull of it, and respected it.
Nonetheless, he had left depressed, and quite drunk, to stave off the feeling the days of Peace would never come again.
"Ah well, this is the nature of our existence, we're only playing the Roles given to us by Fate." With this thought reassuring him of his purpose, he sipped his 'breakfast' and began to examine the comm-logs that had been transmitted overnight.
MAAS and Navy had blockaded the MCA in Longshot Sector, they would fall soon he thought, and the urge to join the Strike Force grabbed him - that would raise his Spirit better than any drink. He examined the Forces now gathered in GraveDigger, the Call to Arms had been succesfull, many of MAAS's Warriors were now here, he felt his immediate job was done , "Not bad! There are some Vets here at last, and the rookies are no longer rookies, they will repel any force sent in the near future. at least long enough for reinforcements to arrive." He looked at the list of ships and picked the highest ranked Veterans to take control of the Defence Force. He sent out his final congratulations to the rookies, "Give them credit when its due, especially when they may be facing death for their Faction.." he thought, and the last orders to the sub-commanders, "Defend GraveDigger at all costs! Fire on any ship entering our space, except Navy, our allies, unless they come in force! Keep in contact with central communications, any strange events let us know. I'm heading to join the Mwari Strike Force."
With that, he buckled himself into his chair, and with one last look out the window at the Defence Fleet assembled, slowly turned his ship towards Mwari System, and punched the Capsule Jump controls.
"Time to get me some action!"
suicidesquad
12-01-2002, 17:11
There is absolutely no movement among the 70 odd ships just sitting, waiting for something to happen in the Daru El Salam system. suicidesquad is on his first time away from the training centre in a fighter ship. However, he comes from a poor background so has been to outer space before, sent out as a miner onto the 4th moon of Daru El Salam to work in the biggest mine owned by the Oman. The mine is the only place in the whole universe that produces Greeto. Greeto is a very common resource on Daru El Salam now as it's used to create anti-natural disaster buildings, it's as if the buildings have foundations of many miles down and walls of infinate strength. There was a disater at the mine 2 years previously. Someone lit a match triggering off a chain of explosions resulting in bigger explosions, at the end of the tradgedy there were millions of people dead and the moon was a scorched mass of metal, rock and a variety of high resistance plastics. More would've died if suicidesquad hadn't taken the initiative and piled as many people as he could into the only accessible escape ship. This resulted in him being put into the the pilot's training school two year advanced course. The only significant thing about this is that only the rich can afford to get on this course.
He often remembers this sequence of events, and is remembering it all now as if it was yesterday when his comms buzzer brings him rushing back to the present.
"Everyone, there is an Oman ship jumping out. We've tried to get in contact with him but to no avail. We managed to hack into his onboard camera and saw that he resembles a coyote but, he managed to cut us short somehow. We've been told be the science division that he is NOT to escape, they won't tell us anymore but I've got a sneaky suspicion that they want to know how he blocked them. Right, squadron 3 are going to jump out and chase him where ever he goes, hopefully to kill or capture him before The Third Way get's a chance, he seems to be headed in their directon. The rest of you saty put until further orders are sent from command. I know it's boring but we have to let the politicians sort things out with the other factions."
"Sir, why don't they leave it to the pilots to fight so the politicians can sort stuff out at home? We're good enough to fight everyone on our own!"
"That is not for us to discuss pilot, now everyone be quiet. I don't want my buzzer to go off again in the next 5 hours."
suicidesquad listens to this conversation with no interest at all, he just wants some sleep. He finally drifts off wondering what is going on in all the other factions..........
captcoyote
13-01-2002, 03:03
After their session in the Holy of Holies, the five high Priest retire to the War Room of the Most High Priest, His Holiness RogerRabbit. Concern was in their faces, except for the faces of theborgno1 and Rath who seemed to thrive on the idea of war. Roger sat back on his floating throne, encrusted with the jewels found on the mines of Holst and Belial, a hover light following him as he cruised about the room. Bfalcon watched with a certain amount of envy, almost changing his hue from blue to green. As foreseen we have already received request a Non-Aggression Pact (NAP) from the MAAS, and we can anticipate making NAPs with just about everyone else.
“Naps, Naps, Naps! ****, why don’t we all just go to sleep?!” Theborgno1 spun away from his the holo-projection of war movements throughout the galaxy, and pounded on the table. “How can I perform my human sacrifices if I can’t get enemies for my rituals?” His eyes glowed with dark blue. I say we strike the Oman and strike them now. We keep sending missionaries into their space and all they do is kill them. I say we send a strike force into, Lorestan and claim it for the true faith.. Rath watched, and a gleam of white seemed to show in what appeared to be teeth under his hood.
Daven looked up at theborgno1, his long white beard made him look more like a Wizard than a priest. “You were in the crystal with us. You saw the Third Way. Sometimes it seems that it is like looking into a mirror, and after you look away you have already forgotten what you look like. We need these NAPs. Our battle right now is with the Oman.”
“But the Oman are unrepentant! Wingee knows why they continue to fight us!” Bfalcon responded in concern, and then realized his mistake and covered his mouth.
“Silence! You must never speak the name of the One outside the Holy of Holies!” Roger was quick to shout.
“Of course your holiness, please forgive me.”
“Ah! Don’t blame him Your Holiness. Bfalcon is used to dropping names.” The borgno1 snickered. “He even claims to have been an FC in a previous life with the MAAS. Ha! If that were true I do not know what he is doing here. The MAAS, at least, have some cajones. Please my Lord, let me lead a group of zealots into Oman space. Soon we will have many more converts. If they refuse to repent, we will send them to work in the mines along with the other Oman heathen. If they rebel, there are always so many sacrifices that must be performed during the festivals.”
Bfalcon grimaced. “Human sacrifice. Is that really necessary? I really don’t think the One would approve of your ways.”
“The One has given us a life of war until only one faction survives. If that is not committing sacrifice what is?”
Bfalcon could only shake his head. “Well, I will take my acolytes to Lucifuge, as agreed. I will hold a defensive position there to make sure everyone is complying with the NAPs. I will also send some paladins into Firefrost to assure the NAPs are maintained.
Meanwhile, around the orbit of Holst….
Another proximity alarms signals. Bigben looks at his on board computer. “**** we have Oman coming into our sector. They must be chasing that damn dog! They know better than this! All ships prepare for battle! Where the hell did they take that dog?”
“They took him to Holst before His Holiness Rath.” Grimlock could be heard over the com.
“Rath? I thought he was in Eureka.”
“Rath is a strange one, don’t ask me how he does it. They say he also has a presence with the Oman, but that could all be rumor to spread his myth. Here they come…!”
“Watch out. I here they are making clones to help them fight the wars.”
“Clones? Not even the Oman would stoop that low would they?
On the planet Holst, captcoyote is lead by the High Priestess, Wendyfoo. “If you are serious about joining us, we will soon know. His Holiness Rath has a way of extracting the truth.”
As captcoyote enters the court he noticed a sudden temperature change, things suddenly become very hot. He instinctively starts to pant. He is lead to a throne that appears to be made of Onyx. He waits. He looks at the empty throne and realizes that a dark shadow that appears to rise from the throne. “Damn!” The hooded creature on the throne raises his hood and blood red eyes stare at the coyote. Suddenly he feels like cold fingers are actually inside his skull. He lets out a yelp.
“Yesssss. He will do. Send him to Eureka and give him a ship. He is a convert of the Third Way. You will serve us well.” The whispering voice seemed to echo inside his head more than actually speak to him. All he could do was nod, and he quickly looked around for Wendyfoo to show him the way out.
Later before his trip to Eureka, Wendyfoo takes him to the banquet hall. “What would you like to eat?”
“I like meat.”
“Really what is your favorite?”
“On Oman I was fed Third Way pilots. But I find them stringy, and they never fed us enough to keep us hungry. Someday I would like to feast on an Oman overlord. They always looked plump and juicy to me.”
The hulking humanoid lurched down the half-lit corridor, muttering and swearing to itself. Mostly it walked almost like a man, though the bent back, over-large head and huge hands swinginging by its knees marked it out even in profile. Sometimes it seemed to forget human locomotion and knuckled quickly along the grey, many-doored but otherwise empty corridors. Always it sniffed and glanced around - like hunter and hunted both.
At last it slowed and straightened, nearing a crossroads where the overhead lights blazed full stength - then hissed and half-snarled, seeing a uniformed human approaching.
"YOU! Pilot! Why aren't you in your ship?" it barked, the words clear but thickly accented. The speaker could now be seen as green-skinned, yellow in tooth and eye; his flared nostrils snorted in the flat face.
The man stopped, stunned. A melee of emotions raced over his face as he stared at his inquisitor, his own pliot's insignia, the bottle and glass in his hands and finally the thin, red streamers cascading from his tousled hair to his stained shirt.
"Errr... Special Leave, Sir! Special Solstaice Celebrations, Sir!" managed the pilot, coming to attention with glass and bottle held by his sides.
The hunchback swayed, as if torn by internal conflict. Then a thick, hairy arm swung viciously around and the hapless human sailed through the air. He landed with a heavy "Ooof!" as glass shattered some way behind.
"Good answer, pilot." said an unnaturally calm voice. "I hope you humes are enjoying your holiday." The spacer's uniform ripped as he was lifted by impossibly strong, taloned fists and he found himself face-to-face with the foul-breathed apparition.
"In the meantime, the greenies have taken Lorestan. And you know how much I hate it when anything green gets uppity.
So may I request that you find the rest of your squadron and politely invite them to take remedial action. Please."
The pilot's next flight ended with a smack of wall and ***** of rib; when he recovered conciousness, he was thankfully alone.
In a nearby room, every wall showed line after line of flickering data - ship scans and chattering comms, sending and resending because of no reply. But slowly their forces were gathering - a fleet was reforming. At its heart a group of strange, orange ships. They did not respond to faction comms, but their jump engines and weapons systems showed active...
The_Hawk
14-01-2002, 10:15
Opps! Didn't notice the time line of events , thought this was a random collection. Sorry.:(
I'll Be Bock!! When the time is right......:cool:
I would appreciate it if you would delete that post and save it until the story has actually reached that point in time
we havent got anywhere near MAAS/Navy split, - MCA HQ hasnt been destroyed, Oman+TTW battles and truce not covered, MAAS+Navy destroying 0man not told.
Please take it down and save it until the right time. There is no hurry.
thx
Other Contributers: plz ignore that post and continue the story...
Edit: The-Hawk -If you want to tell something of the story right now, how about fighting the MCA, then the League attack Navy, followed by the league base being destroyed?
suicidesquad
14-01-2002, 21:46
suicidesquad wakes with a start as a squadron of ships finish their capsule jump into the sector. He's about to reach for his guns when he realises they are friendlies. The leader of the returning pilots requests repairs over the comms calmly. suicidesquad stares at the newly arrived ships in amazement.
"Oh my god! They're shot to pieces!"
"Yes we are pilot, don't let it worry you."
"How did you hear me?"
"You've got your comms button held down."
"Damn."
No reply
"That's better."
He starts to watch with interest as the repairships get to work. The orders light on the ship's comms starts to flash. suicidesquad presses the button and receives the incoming message.
"This is to all fighters, do piracy scans. When you've done as much as you can, get some sleep."
As ordered, suicidesquad does piracy. He finds a gattling gun, a cargo container with old documents that effectively increase his experience and an LDA. The only other things he found were bits of scrap metal from previous battles. He goes back to sleep dreaming about his first combat.
Meanwhile, else where in the galaxy......
Come on, then! The Oman are ready to roll in bloody victory through Lorestan and Holst, but the MCA have hardly been attacked yet!
Pity it wasn't like that in the actual chronology...
i was actually expecting Lemming to do it....
I'll get back to it. Just a shame my life is so darn busy until the 22nd - grrr....
-Zarrock
An observer might have thought it a dog - though not for long. It skipped four-limbed, but the sloped back, flat face and uniform of an Oman Destroyer Captain quickly dispelled that notion.
It vaulted through an open doorway and landed bow-legged on two feet in the centre of an empty bridge, sniffing to confirm no other living creatures were there. Then it leered all around at the active computers and empty chairs, laughed wildly and kicked an unsuspecting servo-droid full-force into a nearby monitor. As the instruments exploded, it chortled and danced in the sparks.
Already other bots were moving to repair, but the gleeful demon picked up the damaged unit and smashed it again and again into the disintegrating console, shrieking at each new explosion or shattering of glass.
Breathing heavily, the figure turned its now-steady gaze toward the ever-changing walls of data arrayed before it. To those who could read, a battle was in progress - already the Oman fire burned brighter while the verdant marks of their enemies faded. In one corner stood a clear, red letterhead. "Faction Commander: None".
Seeing it, the green-hued humunculus whooped and yammered, then head-butted another inoffensive workstation until it was a flaming heap.
Boris wiped the blood from his forhead and tasted it. He no longer smiled.
"Jump engines set for Lorestan." he said. "Engage."
captcoyote
15-01-2002, 05:00
The cheers for theborgno1 were ecstatic as he raised the holy triangle above the main fortress in Lorestan. “Today we have won a great victory for the One. And this is only the beginning! Soon all of Oman will be converted to the true faith!” Cheers from the faithful shouted round about the temple. Rath was next to him basking in the glory. Since the festival was already at hand, plans were immediately set in motion for great feasting and drunkenness. With the sounds of festival and cheering still in his head, theborgno1 teleported back to his cube-like-cruiser to plan his next campaign. As it is he expected to hear the congratulations from his fellow High Priest. Rath also returned to his ship and promised to listen in on the comms.
The first to call in was Daven. “What the hell is the matter with you! You weren’t supposed to take over Lorestan! You were only to confront the Oman in such a way as to give training to our fighters. Ultimately this would have helped both our forces become stronger in battle. We both need to be ready for what will eventually be the overwhelming force of the Navy! Our relations with the Oman are bad enough without you going in there and taking over their planets!”
“Ooops! Well excuuuuse me for winning! This isn’t tennis you know! We don’t just bop the ball back and forth. You should be happy. Soon we will start receiving more tithes in the treasury and/or have more workers for our mines.”
“Don’t you understand? You ticked them off! Bfalcon is handling a battle in Lucifuge, but ultimately they will build up their forces and come crushing through Lorestan and Holst, and with everyone in festival we won’t be able to fight them off!”
Suddenly Rath’s whispery voice could be heard over the comm.: “The Oman are preparing their forcesss already. We must begin reinforcing Loressstan now, but this isss good. We will only get sssstronger through battle.”
Then Bfalcon came on the comm., “Rath how do you know what the Oman are doing?
“I have my ways….” Rath’s voice echoed.
Bfalcon’s voice returned with concern: “Well, Rath, I hope you are not using spys, because you know that Inter-galactic treaties do not allow the use of spys, and if the Oman find out ….”
Theborgno1 interrupted with “Bfalcon you know just as well as I do, that the Oman are not keeping that treaty any more than anyone else, so just get off Rath’s case.” Theborgno1 was upset. “Oh, and as for Lorestan, …. You’re welcome!” He clicked off his comm..
Whether it be by design, or simply by self motivation, the Oman had succeeded in planting a spy in Holst. His code name was j0054. He came in as a Third Way pilot but never amounted to much in rank, since it hurt his feeling too much to shoot on his own comrades. It wasn’t quite clear what his original intentions were, but an opportunity arose to strike at the leadership of the Third Way when he saw that the leadership was arguing with one another. Having actually served in Rath’s temple, he had come to learn that despite Rath’s ability to appear in different places at different times, it was where he spoke that actually mattered. While servicing Rath’s cruiser during regular maintenance he had planted a bomb in his ship. He monitored the entire conversation through a relay he had patched to his ship through Rath’s temple. When he was able to confirm that Rath’s voice was coming from Rath’s ship, he pushed a button on his console and watched as Rath’s ship erupted in a enormous fireball. Rath was never heard from again.
When Daven heard the news of Rath’s destruction, it hit him hard. The leadership had been weakened, and he did not feel very strong himself. Soon the Oman would be coming through Holst, and he just did not know if he could take much more. His spirit began to fade. It would not be long before he too would be gone.
captcoyote
15-01-2002, 05:02
When the coyote heard about the destruction of Rath, he immediately became suspicious. He remembered smelling Oman when he was in Rath’s temple, and had thought of mentioning that to someone, but did not want to offend anybody. He wondered if the Rath had not been the product of espionage from within his own temple.
The coyote was given a ship and was thus renamed captcoyote. He had stationed himself in Lucifuge, but he soon learned that he had not been trained by the Oman as much as he had originally thought. The Oman had only taught him enough to fly a ship, but as a strange hybrid of genetic engineering he was considered expendable. Real training would depend on how well he survived in battle. Captcoyote at least did not have to worry about festival. Not being completely human the festival held no real meaning to him other than it meant a lot of eating, and he was planning his own little feast.
Captcoyote’s inexperience and incompetence eventually started earning him the nickname of “wrongway” since he would at times jump in the wrong direction. This became especially apparent when the Oman started their campaign to regain Lorestan. When the Oman took over Holst, rather than retreating to Belial, captcoyote made a wrong turn and headed back to Lorestan. His ship was already badly damaged, and heading deeper into enemy territory only assured his destruction. When the Oman Tungstene saw his battered ship fly across his path, he made quick work of it and laughed. Captcoyote was able to capsule jump, and ended up on the ship of j0054. J0054 was surprised to see the creature on board his ship.
“What the hell are you doing you here? Get off my ship!”
Captcoyote was surprised by the greeting. Was this not a fellow Third Way pilot? “I need to get back to Eureka so that I can get another ship! Can’t you help me?”
“We are under attack! I don’t have time for you. Get off my ship!”
Captcoyote looked at the j0054’s console and noticed that he still had a full load of weapons and had not fired a shot. Instinctively he sniffed the air and smelled the Oman he had smelled in the temple. “You! You are the one I smelled in Rath’s temple! And you haven’t fired a shot. Why not?” He barged his way forward and to get a closer look at his console. J0054 tried to push him back, but captcoyote just pushed him aside. He looked at the comm.. “Hmm, you speak Oman! And it appears that you are bragging about getting rid of Rath. Did you know Rath was the one that accepted me here with the Third Way?” He turned slowly toward j0054, his mouth already snarling, and his eyes glowing red. J0054 turned and pushed a comm button with the intention of calling for help, but captcoyote spun him around and bit out his larynx.
Captcoyote flew j0054’s ship back to headquarters, parked it there and signed up for another ship. He did not want to fight in the ship of a traitor.
Tungstene
16-01-2002, 08:40
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Incoming transmission from the ‘Spectre’ ship
“Connection’s on, Sir !”
The Tungstene’s secretary is waiting the story of the Past, the story of braves, the story about OMAN and the well-known Black Sheeps Squadron. This record will be use for next generations, in order to teach them the true way of bravery, of fight and flight. She crossed her long legs in front of Tungstene, trying to be as nice (and lovely) as she can. She look like a water Nymph, her blue skin playing with the ambience’s light, metallic and cold, as Tungstene like it.
---- Born in the OMAN faction ----
“First, you must know that all Black Sheeps Members (BSM) come from the Central Cryogenic Jail of Baal. No, it’s not a joke (I’ve almost surprise myself) then STOP CRYING BABY !”. _The story has just begun and the secretary is already afraid by the narrator…The profession isn’t as it was been before… Or perhaps Tungstene’s reputation of butcher has already traveled all around the galaxy…
“Long ago in the past, when the OMAN faction was only a multi-families tribal ‘faction’, when the MAAS Corporation won its first coin, when the Third Way only followed the way of animalistic religion, when the League and the MCA begun to chose their flag’s color, when the Alliance Navy was only a little funny mercenary. Then, all BSM are also mercenary, fighting for their own family in the future OMAN’s system. Their history was full of blood, thieve, piracy, depravation and death.”
“Silent Frog, ‘the Indestructible’ ; Yvan_IV, ‘the Terrible Repairman’ and me (Tungstene), ‘the Marshmallows Keeper’ are the founders of the Black Sheep Squad. A deadly group of mad guys. We had been judged for our crimes, putted in the feared cryogenic jail for the End of the Time. Fighting with vigor, coldness, efficiency and incredible tactics”. _Tungstene take a long inspiration and smile. His past isn’t so far away than his age could ask. Many centuries in a liquid-azoth doesn’t alter his memory.
“I think that a label had been fixed on our cryo-tubes, an etiquette asking : ‘too dangerous – break in case of emergency’…” _Octo, the secretary, can’t retain a smile.
---- The Awaking of the Apocalypse’s cavaliers ----
“But the time of this emergency’s case come. Again, like some centuries before, the Third Way destroy our Lorestan’s garden. A paradise land where flowers, birds, fruits, animals, all living things, was as natural as pure. Maybe the last place in the universe where you didn’t meet cyborgs, soldiers, chemicals pollution or every often civilization’s marks…”
“In Lorestan, the life was sweeter than the nectar’s gods. The life became pleasure, and the pleasure come with you in your sweet death, after many decades. This sacred soil had been damned by the Third Way’s religion of superiority and sacrifice. The Wisdom Council of the Old-Man-Of-The-Mountain (the OMOT’M, the true name of the OMAN), finally take the decision to release the 3 War Dogs. OMAN need us, OMAN need braves and mad-of-war for an assault over Lorestan.”
“The Old Council also think that our long time in those cryo-tubes have decrease our piloting skills or our well-known chirurgical attack’s tactics. So, we have been send in the training center of Laza.
‘It’ll be a good test for them, and a good test for our decision’ asked the Old Council.
“The second weeks in the training center, during our first flight (how exciting it was !!!), the finger of Silent Frog and mine have recovered all their ability… We destroy the instructor’s ship… too slow for our experience (many battles, HQ’s assault, fast attack and survive tactics)… The same day, we received our letter for the squad creation, ordered to go on the line as fast as we can :
‘Well, I hope you’ll obey to your Fleet Commander or, indeed, follow OMAN’s NAP and WAR status… For the moment, you need more pilots to create a decent deadly squadron. Travel to the Bright Star Academy and make your choice. Train your new recruits against League ships in Hamadan or incoming Third Way ships in Baal. Good luck Tung’…’.
*RRRRrrrrrr* “I hate this nickname and, in few weeks, he’ll never said it again, facing to the deadlier fighter of the OMAN… or of the galaxy !” *Gnark Gnark Gnark*
“And we make our choice, oh yes, a really funny choice !” *smile* “But not in this boring academy. We went in the same jail we were enchained and chose some ex-pilots, fighters addicted to war/ blood, bio-mechanic repairmen, all the most funniest pilots for the maddest operations OMAN FC will never see :
FraiseDubois, ‘ the Space Mixer’; Ilkel, ‘the Traveler’; Larsouille, ’the Space Cooker’; baalsaboth, ‘the Warlock’ had been added to our Black Sheep Squadron and begun to make their first hits on the League’s ships who jump in Hamadan sector.”
----- The Revenge of the Winged-Snake ----
“But the revenge battle of Lorestan call us back to the poor reality. We had lost our hegemony on Lorestan. The ugly green orcs of the Third Way MUST be punish for their incursion. The Fleet Commander Boris ‘the B.’ (or BoB *smile*) finally send a fleet in Lorestan, trying to push out enemies. But, not enough heard by his own fleet, disorganized without enough awake pilots (Dagon’s casino is also as fun as Lorestan’s garden), the first wave’s assault have been ordered to retreat before this became a real big mistake. Some of the Black Sheeps Squadron, totally out of control, have wait so many years before the OMAN’s revenge, that we engaged our capsule jump for Holst, behind enemy’s line, the first sector of TTW (The Third Way or The Tutu Wearers, I always forget), following a scout name theborgno1.”
“This first operation of the Black Sheep Squadron (BSS), with Silent Frog, FraiseDubois, Ilkel and me, disorganized the enemy’s defense, allow us to fire upon the ship colored like a dark tourmaline, the ship of theborgno1, one of the five High Priest of TTW ! The surprise was total and the death of theborgno1 as fast as the Hell’s Breath jumping out of my deadly guns. First kill, first victory, first Black Sheep operation… Good average score” *smile*
“But we have to keep the OMAN’s morale at its higher level. So, we pursue two others TTW ships in Belial ! KODIAK, the new target of our missiles and guns, and his bodyguard Daven well-efficiency repair ship. During the battle, we make many damage but Daven repair them as fast as we inflict them… But we gain experience and some useful scrap or ammo.”
“Suddenly, a poly-squad of 3 TTW ships appear in our orb system. leopard, green and alert, 3 fighters command by one brain, link to each ships by a new generation of wave carrier. Mad but not stupid, we decided to jump out of this sector, trying to catch as most attention (and enemies ships) as we can, in order to weaken Lorestan enemies’ fleet. Our next capsule jump was Lucifuge, the border of the TTW space. With a power down and piracy tactics, we gain some turns in Lucifuge, enough to allow an other OMAN squadron to join us. Heavily damage, I jump out to FireFrost, the Hell’s sector, controlled by the TTW forces. But during this jump, I’ve send a storm-message to our repair ships, organizing a rendez-vous in Dagon. This well-coordinated move allow us to trip to our deep OMAN space, join our fleet in Baal, the fleet who have just retreat from Lorestan some days ago…”
... (to be continued)...
Tungstene
16-01-2002, 08:42
“Upset by TTW scouts, we finally decide to DESTROY all the enemy’s fleet ! Mad ? Yes ! ALWAYS ! So, we engage our capsule jump to Lorestan for the second time, founding them all asleep or playing cards in their calm cockpit. Only 4 OMAN begun the second wave’s assault under Lorestan : the braves Ilkel, FraiseDubois, Kushrenada and me. 5 TTW per OMAN, we begun to open fire, disturbing their deep sleep, knocking to their windscreen’s cockpit. This fast second attack allow us to destroy ships already damage by the first assault and not repair yet… BIG MISTAKE ! Like TimeBridge or wurmish, they have been added to our roman’s helmets list. The others OMAN pilots, stuned by our half-victory, begun to join us in the battle of freedom under my command ! The sound of plasma guns and explosions of ships motivate our fleet. The battle was end only few hours later… Now, Lorestan has gain his new name : LOLrestan” *smile*
Tungstene take a refreshing drink.
---- The Fury of the Dragon ----
“Reinforced by this glorious victory, we pursue the TTW fleet in Holst. OMAN want TTW corps floating in the dark space. The TTW fleet was totally dismembered, soon transformed in scraps added to our HQ shield. Nice end for those invaders invaded ! But we need more blood coz we’re the Black Sheep Squadron ! Now, the new FC is Silent Frog, one of us ! Now, our FC can understand our desire of vengeance and death ! So, we reload our capsule jump and travel as fast as we can to Belial, to finish the work begun some days before. Again and again, hits, cry and scraps… The TTW fleet (scraped fleet) retreat in their HQ this time. The lesson had been teach I think. Now, the two FC can discuss of interesting plan.”
“But I can’t resist to the battle’s call and jump alone in Eureka HQ ! I’ve meet many old enemies (in old ships too). But I’ve also meet a poly-ships squad of OMAN/ aliens. Without order, they begin to open fire on the RogerRobbit’s ship, putting him at 20% shields as my sensor had said it to me. The TTW FC doesn’t seems to understand… I’ve waiting OMAN FC’s authorization all this time, ready to execute the most important TTW High Priest… Without any order to kill, I stay, waiting under enemies’ fire. A nice marshmallows party, for sure ! I was already the biggest OMAN fighter and I can wait many hours in Eureka before feeling my shield becoming red. So, I wait. Again. Before a new day of heavy fire against me, I decide to open fire on Eureka’s base, in order to hurry to discussion between the OMAN FC and the TTW one. And it seems a good decision. A NAP have been sign, then, I come back in our new sector of Belial, joining the brave fleet of OMAN pilots, never most powerful as before.”
“Yes, I fire on Eureka’s base. Yes, it was nice.”
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From the ‘Spectre’ interceptor ship
End of Transmission……………………………
Plasma balls exploded hot death from the conduits in the passageway, threatening to engulf kudos as he ran towards the cockpit of his ship. He had just jumped into Darwin, well behind the frontline with the MCA, and should have been in secure space, but there were MCA ships here, waiting. He checked his scanners, 10 of them, and so few MAAS.
"No! the FC Cruiser!", Krycek was here, providing intel from behind the lines, and it was his ship the attackers were concentrating on, they had sent a few to deal with kudos as he exited Jump Space. "Its an assassination squad then !"
As he checked the status of his own ship, he watched in horror as Krycek's Cruiser listed sideways, then began to explode from the engines, forward towards the cockpit. "Get out Krycek!! Get out now!" he screamed into the comms, unsure if they were even working. With relief he saw an escape capsule leave the ship just before the final explosion that destoyed MAAS's FC Cruiser once and for all.
He returned his concentration to his own situation, the MCA were splitting off to deal with the present MAAS ships, all with sleeping pilots, there was nothing he could do to save his own let alone theirs, his engines were down and lifesupport failing. "Dam them!" he cursed, while sending out the SOS, "they'll have a lot of MAAS company here soon if they stay to destroy the escape capsules and finish the job."
Suddenly the Control Console exploded in his face, he could feel blood gushing down his forehead, as consiousness began to fly away from him his training took over, and with his last strength he hit the emergency escape button on his chair, experienced more blinding light and noise, followed quickly by a wash of Darkness and silence.....
When he awoke, he was on a MAAS hospital ship, still in Darwin. MAAS ships had responded to his SOS and arrived in time to save the escape capsules. Most of the MCA assassination squad had been killed, with only a few escaping. Krycek was here also, tho he had suffered worse injuries than kudos and would obviously have to stand down as FC of the Corp, he needed time to heal and the Corp needed an FC on hand immediately.
"Not a good time for an election," said Lemming, as he filled kudos in on what had happened "but it has to be done. Your injuries aren't so bad, the doctors have cleared you for service, and we need every available Pilot right now. Because of this setback we must push straight thru to MCA HQ, or our assault will falter with doubt. After this assassination attempt, we'll show them the Fury of MAAS!"
erm... well... that assasination squad... erm... maybe you should mention that it was controlled by some evil alien race called M.U.L.T.I.
And there's no weapon that can keep off Aliens... as we know from the movie 'Independence day' only a virus will give us a short time to hit 'em.
do we have proof that they were multies..?
..and it is only a story vaguely based on real events...
captcoyote
16-01-2002, 22:16
Ahem! You might remember in my story a reference to Oman clones. I was going to get to that in my next entry. It is only a story.
A tense and crumpled looking figure stood at the doorway of a temporary operations building. Emergency restrictions on generator power usage imposed hurriedly in face of the Navy and Maas incursions left almost no light to work by as the woman's worried face showed there was still no word on the FC's whereabouts.
An aide tentatively approached. "Octobriana," he began...
"Report," she snapped, with a bit less than her usual vigor.
"Still no word. He was slated to depart for the Festivals and return immediately after. Surely we can manage to hold them off until his return..."
"Thank you, pilot." she replied, half-dismissedly. He turned to go, but turned back, news half lingering, unsaid. "What?" said she, with an air of irritation. "You know they did find an escape pod which corresponded to his call sign in Balley's World..." continued Prang. "We have to proceed as if we KNEW he was MIA."
She frowned and shook her head negative for the twentieth time in the tick. "If we do that, all pretence of a battle-ready front will be totally lost. We know we have Navy spies in our midst. We know how strong their alliance is with the Corporation. We HAVE been compromised, but we MUST contain the news of FAMSq's possible loss a secret as long as possible."
The harder secret - the risk she must bear silently in covering up the fact that the deliberate jettison of FAMSq's pod was done to mislead the enemy into thinking the FC's crucial ability to scan was lost. And the even harder mission - to rouse the festival-time troops from their homes and families to fight for what was universally perceived as a lost cause from the beginning. Again, the lady frowned and smote her fist with her hand in despair.
"Dismissed, pilot. And - thank you. The repair squadron, at least, I can surely count on -- if we can only find some pilots to fly the fighters." Prang returned her wry smile with a salute and a wink and strode away towards the 911th's medic HQ, thrown up as hastily as the other structures. Still hovering in the late evening sky one could see the approaching firefights of the always-too-timely Corporate skirmishes approaching Longshot HQ.
"We must act, and quickly." she muttered to no one in particular. "Authority must be assumed when the command chain fails." Or never gets started, an inner voice complained. Silencing her inner turmoil, Octobriana turned to her comms.
"This is Longshot HQ calling all troops, repeat ALL available troops. All pilots ordered to engage Maas in Garden sector. Do not stand down. Do not retreat. The security of our homeworld and our fleet rests on you alone. Repeat, ALL troops to Garden at once."
It is done, she thought. We'll see what happens. Maybe this will
be enough. That untried squad is my last hope, and I've no idea about their commander.
They fight cohesively enough, a competing inner voice observed. Too cohesively, her paranoid guardian angel observed - what happens if they break and do their own thing in battle without the authority of the FC to back me up? "Enough!" she spoke aloud, attracting attention from the fresh recruits who stared at her and kept a respectful distance from behind too-new uniforms. I have GOT to try to help pull this together, she lectured herself sternly. 0200, blinked a friendly clock in large crisp numbers. And I have GOT to get some sleep, she added to herself. HardEyes, WCommander, Stile, and the others can do this just as well without me getting in the way here.
With a glare somewhat resembling a look of determined alertness, Octobriana made her way back to quarters for a couple ticks' worth of rest. Fortunately she was too tired to take much note of the whisperings which occured as she passed.
An insistent buzzing interrupted a very unpeaceful dream of marshmallows toasting and chestnuts roasting. Blearily, the lady turned and slammed the comms buttons with a largely inaccurate fist. "Mumph," she addressed it.
"They've broken through!" an excited voice yelled. "Wumph?" she replied dazedly and sat up a bit more. 0500, the friendly clock blinked. "The squadron you had me watch, the one with all the so-called deserters from the Third Way, they've disobeyed orders and broken through to Darwin!" reported the young commander energetically. Oh, no, she thought, JUST what I was afraid of! "Thrice-cursed country recruits..." she mumbled into the air.
"But here's the thing!" continued the young commander excitedly. "It seems to have given the Corporation a bit of a turn. Apparently it was just too stupid a move to anticipate, and so they have no idea how to react to the strategy. It appears, say the front line sources, that they are stalled in what should have been a straightforward attack on our HQ, and are deliberating what to do pending response from the Maas HQ!"
"Wait, wait a minute," she replied. "You're saying that our screw-up is being seen as a legitimate strength maneuver? Really?" "That's exactly what I'm saying, Commander." he replied.
Outside the door of Sub-commander Octobriana of the MCA, troops passing in the hallway were startled to hear gales of laughter issuing forth from the lady's room, and the sound of combat boots being pounded on the walls in sheer mirth. Pilots exchanged nervous glances, maybe the old girl was really as batty as the Oman respectfully say, with their culture's reverence for those whose thoughts work in planes beyond normal understanding.
Minutes later, a slightly bedraggled figure could be seen staggering from the subcommander's quarters, still chuckling and with one bootlace unfastened, and heading at a half-lope for the HQ and the hastily assembling fragments of the available War Council. "Of all the crazy turns of events," she mumbled, still chuckling. "Next thing you know, the FC'll actually show and we can reinstall his FC scanner components we salvaged when we jettisoned his pod."
"We might just get out of this yet!" She did her best to force optimism into all her gestures and strode into the council chambers wearing her very best I-Meant-It-To-Be-That-Way smile.
Next time, she thought, with a distinct tinge of sarcasm, I'm defecting to the blinking League. Never again will I deal with trying to herd all these stubborn colonials in the face of the best Military force and the strongest Corporate presence in the Galaxy. Even those crazy 3rd way zealots are more organized than this. Oy, me, she whined in mock pity to herself once more and faced the council.
"Gentlemen," she began, "thank you VERY much for coming....."
The war room was ominously silent, the council members stared blankly into vacant space still lost in their surprise at the MCA's surprise attack. The sound of approaching footsteps drew their weary eyes to the door. Krycek limped in, the scars of battle still fresh. Behind him Kudos and Lemming talked in hushed tones.
Krycek didn't take his usual place at the head of the table, the spot reserved for the FC but stood silently scanning the faces of the council members. He spoke,
"As you are aware my ship was destroyed last night in fierce combat. With its destruction we also lost our scanning abilities."
The council members glanced nervously at each other upon hearing this news.
"As a result I have stood down as FC."
With that he turned and walked to the door, a young lieutenant recently invited to the council spoke
"But sir, what do we do now?"
Krycek however did not look bad and walked into the corridor, the door shut behind him.
Kristof broke the silence,
"We have news that the league have assaulted cassandra, the navy are falling back to defend their space."
Oli, a commander of many battles looked up,
"If the MCA and League strike Garden now we cannot beat them, what options do we have? withdraw now and we could lose all we have fought so hard for." he said.
Lemming looked up from his maps, he stood from his chair and walked to the door.
He paused in the doorway, turned and addressed the council
"If the League want a fight then a fight is what they get, im taking my squadron and attacking cassandra."
Several of the council members stood to object but with his back to them he left the room.
Bridge of the Capitalist Cruiser Helios, Garden
"Sir the fleet is ready, all attack squadrons are standing by" the comms officer addressed the captain.
"Open a channel to all ships" said the captain.
"This is the Helios, all ships engage jump engines." Lemming signalled his comms officer to end the transition.
He turned to the helmsman "Set course for cassandra, engage Caps jump."
The fleet of cruisers approached the lag point, support vessels took up flanking positions as the capital ships approached the jump point. One by one the massive vessels entered the L-point with their escorts still holding formation. Behind the cruisers jeep class transports and Venice freighters carrying much needed supplies and armed as always only with their repair beams followed the fleet into the L-point.
Cassandra
A powered down jeep transport watched the activity of the League fleet. He had sneaked in while their shifts were changing and he not been noticed. It seemed that the League had committed their best forces to this assault, the captain wondered how they could afford to spare such powerful ships to help the colonists while their own space was under attack by the full might of the Alliance Navy. As if reading his mind several of the destroyers broke formation and headed to the L-point. The League fleet was withdrawing to Firefrost.
Less than an hour later the Maas fleet arrived in system. Their powerful ne cruisers ripped the sleeping League fleet to pieces. A few lucky League pilots escaped but most lost their ships to the firepower of the Maas armada. Their job done swiftly the Maas fleet rushed to Balleys World where the MCA were attempting to push back the remains of the Navy fleet from their space.
(I decided that the mca HQ's death was a bit too short in the other version, and this fitted nicely with octobrianas post. I'll write the battle of Longshot sometime today or tommorow).
Lightspeed
17-01-2002, 17:31
The comms channel opened, a message opened.
-We are going to do our last assault on Longshot...
The message continued, but was not noticed by the occupant of the cockpit. Lightspeed had fallen asleep, and did not notice the message, or later, the fact that the battle fleet was moving out. It was probably the party the day before. Before kudos jumped out, he moved his ship over to Lightspeeds, and expertly used his maneuvring trusters to knock on lightspeeds cockpit, but got no response. After a while he gave up trying to wake up Lightspeed, and jumped out.
captcoyote
18-01-2002, 02:53
For some strange reason, despite the fact that it weakened the leadership of the Third Way, the destruction of Rath seemed to hardly phase the order at all. Maybe it was because most of the faction was now deep in the throws of festival. Half the ships that were left in Lorestan, Holst, and Belial, now lay empty, as party goers went down to the planets to eat, party, get drunk, and enjoy whatever the local population was willing to provide. It was assumed that their enemies were also doing the same, and maybe they were. What the Third Way had not taken into account is that the same scientist, who had developed captcoyote, had also been working on clones.
It is true that there were two attacks on Lorestan by the Ogres of Oman. The first was not as successful, but it destroyed the tourmaline ship of theborgno1. Fortunately he was able to capsule jump back to the temple in Eureka, and was immediately assigned a new ship. For his careless actions he was demoted in rank, but remained a leader in the Third Way. Daven, the High Priest, had gone to Lorestan to investigate what was originally a victory in Lorestan, only to find the Oman had destroyed the ship of theborgno1 and were now attacking Kodiak the Opal Paladin. They retreated together toward Eureka.
It was later found that it was the black sheep squadron that attempted to follow Kodiak, hoping to destroy him completely, but they soon found that if they expected to survive, they would have to circle back home through Fire frost. Bfalcon was in Lucifuge with a small squadron of fighters, including captcoyote (before he had killed the spy), to make sure that the black sheep squadron returned home.
The high priest, Roger Rabbit, using his powers, was able to discern that an even greater fleet of ships was getting ready to attack Lorestan. This time the black sheep squadron came in with much greater force. Whether they knew it or not, the black sheep squadron was being backed by clones. Whether the Third Way knew it or not, and most likely they did not, they were being supported by wraiths. Wraiths and clones are different, but they work sort of the same way. In each case they are not real people. Clones are simply copies of an original, and wraiths are simply ghost sent by someone. How else can you explain it? How else can there be such a large battle, with everyone out having a good time at festival. Unfortunately for the Third Way, the clones heavily outnumbered the wraiths, and the clones were better organized.
The Omans reclaimed Lorestan, but they were not content. They left a small force behind in Lorestan, and attacked Holst. Holst was devastated. The Oman kept another small force in Holst, and sent a smaller force into Belial. By this time the citizens of the Third Way were beginning to rebel, and asked that a new High Priest be chosen to replace RogerRabbit. The spy j0054 that was killed by captcoyote was still alive at this time, and he was creating more havoc. The spy j0054 accused RogerRabbit of being the originator of the wraiths in Lorestan before the High Court of the Galaxy. The High Court placed RogerRabbit in suspended animation until his name could be cleared of these high crimes. Thus it was that during the great battle of Holst and Belial, that the Third Way was left only with Daven to lead them.
RogerRabbit was able to clear his name, never completely understanding what wraiths the High Court was talking about. Fortunately for RogerRabbit, the reason the charges were dropped is because the main witness had been killed by captcoyote (see previous log entry). Thus it was never completely understood how the wraiths were in the Third Way, some thought it was a trick left behind by Rath (but that is unlikely).
The Omans destroyed Belial. They left a small force there in Belial, and decided to attack the main temple at Eureka. However by this time it was easier to take notice of the clones, since there were not as many ships attacking. One ship would attack, then it would seem to lose power; then another ship would attack and then appear to lose power, then another ship would repair any damage done to the first two ships. Since they all worked with the same mind, they could not all work at the same time. It is the common habit of clones to work this way. It was at this time that RogerRabbit pulled out his greatest miracle, which would make him famous in the History of the Third Way. Having clones is just as much an offense in the High Court of the Galaxy as having wraiths. It is not certain if RogerRabbit used this bit of information as leverage, but suddenly the Oman stopped attacking and turned around. Maybe it was the religious zealots that had joined the league, and attacked them from the rear. Whatever the case, A NAP was signed by the Oman and the Thirdway, and slowly but surely the Oman started leaving the Third Way sector
This finally gave the Third Way time to rebuild. Despite RogerRabbits miracle, a new High Priest was selected – Bfalcon. The new Pope eventually chose two new High Priest to replace Rath and Daven. Solarian who wielded the Golden Topaz Ring, and Grimlock who wore the Ruby Ring. Solarian was of the light to replace Daven, and Grimlock was of the dark side to replace Rath. Solarian started the Nova Squardron, and Grimlock started the SOS (Special Operations Squadron). Thus a new balance was reached within the crystal of Wingee. This is important, because the crystal of Wingee is also the door that held back the infamous Lag Monster.
Sorry about that.. pc has been well dead (still is im on the replacement).
anyway....
The Battle of Longshot.
Having Beaten the MCA in Balleys World in a short yet bloody battle the Maas fleet stood ready to strike a deep and fatal final blow against the enemy.
Fate however had other ideas as New Year was on the door step and many of the brave pilots wanted to return to their families and to celebrate. Deep in the council chambers a heating discussion was taking place.....
"So let me get this straight.. you want to launch an offensive on the only day of the year where our pilots won't be available?" Krycek looked scornful as he spoke.
Oli looked at Kristof and Lemming who both nodded in his direction. He turned back to Krycek and spoke
"We all agree we an manage it with what we have, our commanders have spoken to their squads and we believe we can muster enough troops to damage the HQ tomorrow. It will make it easier for us next week if we can damage it badly now."
Krycek considered this, he was no longer FC but still held a esteemed position on the council. He was about to speak when the main chamber doors opened. Ramstein, the factions new FC, walked to his seat at the head of the table. At his queue the other council members sat down.
"So," he said, "Have you considered the plan?"
The council members looked at each other again, Kristof addressed the FC.
"We agree it can be done, based on our estimates we will have little resistance and should be able to do reasonable damage to the HQ."
The FC smiled.
"Good, make the preparations." With that he stood and walked out.
Lemming shrugged.
"Well he might not say much but what the hell at least he agrees."
With that the council members left for their ships.
Balleys World
The fleet of recently refitted Capitalist class cruisers floated in orbit. Here and there tugs collected debris left from the battle, several of these tugs were busy cutting chunks of scrap from the burnt out hulk of a MCA destroyer.
From the bridge of his command ship Lemming opened a channel to the fleet.
"Good news gentlemen, we have been given the green light. All cruisers set course for Longshot and jump on my mark."
The fleet broke into activity, the massive capitalist cruisers advanced towards the L-point. A few Cutter corvettes and other support craft followed but most other sat idle by the space docks.
Longshot HQ
With a burst of light the Maas battle fleet came out of capsule jump. Ahead of them the dark foreboding shape of longshot HQ could be seen. A large number of attack fighters were docked with it but most seemed idle just as the majority of the Maas fleet had been.
The gatling turrets mounted to the hull of the cruisers tracked around to bear on the HQ. A few seconds later the entire Maas cruiser group opened fire as one. Gatling shots and pbcs tore into Longshot, the leading ships cut grooves into its huge hull with their cutting beams. The HQ's own defence grid returned fire on the attackers, its heavy pbcs impacting on the cruisers shields as they passed by.
Several of the MCA ships had reacted to the attackers and made an attack run against oli's cruiser. His gatling turrets turned to face the attacking fighters who were bearing down on his ship. Their pbc fire was taken harmlessly by his shields but they continued their attack. His turrets having reached their new position opened fire on the lead fighter, the hornet fighter dodged left and right but was unable to avoid the gatling cannons fire and was ripped apart.
Lemming watched with surprise as his ships cutting beam ripped a large hole in the HQ. He had always considered Longshot to be heavily defended and virtually unbeatable but in the period of a few hours its shields were badly damaged and its hull bore the marks of many weapon impacts. Without hesitation he ordered the fleet to concentrate all fire on the HQ.
The firepower of the fleet again came to bear on the HQ, quickly the sheer firepower of the fleet became too much for its shield generators and they failed.
The Maas fleet now began to rip apart the HQ, cutting beams sliced sections off it apart and pbc fire ripped away the defence turrets. From his view screen Lemming watched as A-sta's cruiser turned its cutting beam towards the reactor, the beam sliced into the HQ causing a massive explosion. Realising the reactor was going critical the fleet moved away from the HQ, MCA ships gave chase but lacked the firepower to threaten the cruisers. One such fighter charged towards Lemmings cruiser, his gatling turrets turned to bear and with a crossfire from his wingman, Legshagger, the fighter was destroyed. An escape pod fired from it as it detonated, the pod was quickly snared by the dockings beams of the Maas fleet.
Longshot exploded with a massive fireball as the fuels onboard detonated. The shockwave engulfed nearby ships and sent them spinning out of control. The Maas fleet rushed to the L-point and capsule jumped to saftey.
During the jump Oli informed Lemming that the mighty warrior octobriana, who had been FC of the MCA had been taken alive during the battle. Under Questioning she had agreed to join the Maas Fleet... Today was a good day indeed.
captcoyote
08-02-2002, 08:41
The new high priest, Grimlock and Solarian, both started new squadrons of paladins. Solarian, a handsome young man, had risen quickly to the top through the paladin forces. A religious brotherhood or warriors, who honored their patron saint: San Diego Mata Oman ("Saint James Killer of Oman"). Though not extremely helpful in space combat, solarian was skilled in hand to hand combat. He was an excellent swordsman, trained by his
father: Loupuis Solo. He now carries his father's sword known as the "le Falchion de Phoenix". What was helpful in space combat, were his cat like reflexes, and his meditative abilities. When in crisis, Solarian was able to meditate to an extent that brought about the "Hand of God," (a force field similar to an LDA shield booster). Thus he was chosen to lead the Nova squadron. Dedicated as the primary force for the Third Way.
As may have already been noticed, the High Priest of the Dark Side were usually transformed physically from a normal human state, due to spells and incantations that were required in their dark religions. Such it was for Grimlock. Some people found it difficult to look upon him, because his head looked like it was on fire. His face gave the constant sound of crackling/cooking skin, and yet it did not seem to completely deteriorate. His skin would bubble and pop with blisters, and his skin would grow black,
but in various places around his face it would appear to recover - only to burn again. It looked terribly painful, and people could not help but wince when they saw him, but it did not seem to bother him at all.
Since Grimlock was the carrier of the Ruby Ring, his robes and staff were also red, which seemed to almost give the impression that he was completely in fire (but only his head maintained a constant torch). He was able to make fire appear with his hands, and had been known to throw fireballs on a whim. When he performed human sacrifices before his followers, he was known
for pulling out the hearts of men and setting them on fire while still holding the heart in his hand. The heart would continue to beat while it cooked. It was an impressive feat that converted many to the Dark side of the Third Way.
Grimlock started a squadron known as SOS (Special Operations Squadron), with members that he selected personally. The members of the squadron included: Timebridge, Tailson mwelna, f*ckly, capt_kirk, Xin Again, bad barbie, big ben, infinite, Kodiak, Red Baron, Roger Rabbit, Bfalcon, stile, Takarde and and possibly wendyfoo.
Timebridge was a master of Time Manipulation and mind control. He was a paladin for the forces of light, and was known for his recuperative powers. He preferred to dress in White. He was friends with two other Time Manipulators: Infinite, Big Ben. Infinite had played with time so much that he appeared to be between dimensions, and it was difficult to make out his shape. Big Ben was a giant. As may be expected they all used Quartz
Crystals as his stone of preference. Timebridge used white quartz, Infinite used strawberry quartz, and Big Ben used olive quartz.
Tailson was a Dark Master who loved war. His body had mutated into metal, with the appearance of steel. In hand to hand combat, he could make blades shoot out from under his robes. His ship had the appearance of dark flint, and was usually difficult to spot in the blackness of space.
Mwelna was called "The Master of Heavy Artillery" This was due to his prowess in shooting with gatling canons. It was also due to the way he was dressed. He wore heavy armour. The armour was enhanced to give him incredible strength and speed. It also made him look like a miniture tank. His stone was cobalt calcite.
F*ckly was obviously from the dark side of the Third Way. It was very dark. So dark it really should not be spoken of in this story. It is suffice to say that he dressed in what he considered "sexy" black leather with chains. He wore a black mask with holes for his eyes, nose, mouth, ears (pointed of course), and horns. He was one of the few priest that also sported a long tail, and he had hoofs for feet. His favorite stone: Kentucky Agate.
Capt_Kirk was one of the few priest to actually attempt a balance between the light and dark forces of the Third Way, as a result he went insane. He envisioned himself as a soldier from another dimension, and would constantly refer to crewmen that did not exist. His characters included people with names like: "Spock", "McCoy" (or "Bones"), "Checov" and "Sulu." Yet as a tactician he was brilliant. He was also very old, fat, and balding, but he considered himself young and virile. His favorite stone: was one that he fashioned himself called "Expedialite." (actually Enstatite (cats eye).)
Xin Again was also a priest who sought a balance of the dark and light sides of the Third Way, and for all appearances seemed to have made it work. He looked like any normal human being, and dressed in clothes found on most commoners, which probably made him the most unique of the all the fighters. His stone was the crystal sapphire.
Bad Barbie was from the dark side, though she seemed to have a few things that touched her from the light side of the Third Way. She was mean and took **** from nobody. She liked wearing leather and she liked to travel very fast. He pet hawk was never far from her side, and she liked machines with lots of chrome. She favored 2 different stones: Chrome Tourmaline and Rose Diamonds. She did not accept excuses, and if you crossed her she would never ever forget.
Kodiak was from the light side of the Third Way, but was one of the few that seemed to have been transfigured from the faith. He looked like a bear, with the size and strength to back it up. Yet he also wore clothes that coordinated with the forest, and was able to call animals to his aide with a simple thought. His stone was the peridot.
Stile was a young paladin who had quickly risen in the ranks of the force. His stone was blue Topaz and he preferred dressing as a Knight in full armor. He did not like following orders, nor did he necessarily like giving them. He just wanted the enemy dead. His stone: was the sunstone.
Takarde was a scientist, and an alchemist. His talent was changing base metals into precious metals which could ruin the economy of any empire. He was also of the wizard class similar to Daven. His stone was that of the color changing garnet.
Finally, besides the other members of the group that have already been described , there was Wendyfoo. A sorceress of the light who actually dabbled in some dark teachings with Rath before he was destroyed. She preferred the tricolor sapphire, and long flowing robes that changed color with her mood.
This team of fighters were commissioned to create havoc before the leaders of the Third Way could complete their plans for victory, in hopes of preventing chaos.
suicidesquad
12-03-2002, 11:26
I stopped this being a sticky because it's dieing, if people want to start adding to it, then I'm sure it can be made a sticky again.
*push* just as a reminder to read all of this again when i have the time. I forgot all about it and this is awesome!
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