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#Post#: 6--------------------------------------------------
Sector 11 , outside Imperial space
By: MichaelH23 Date: December 30, 2014, 10:02 pm
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Camarr (Captain) Deltoro Btarani wondered how much more
beautiful the space in the fabled empire looked than his own
sky's as his convoy of three ships traversed the sector, on a
course for an independent outpost closer to the empire space. He
had known for some time of the troubles in the empire, but was
confident that none of those troubles would be close enough to
affect him. He walked around the rectangular bridge, taking in
the sounds of consoles working, crew engaged in chitchat
relating to their duties, and the thrumming of his ship beneath
his boots. He was about to move to his chair when his Sensorman,
Takalda (Lieutenant) Omara Hasson looked up in alarm.
Hasson - "Sir, I'm reading an increase in radiation from further
ahead. It appears to be coming from three sources."
Btarani - "Can we reverse course and change heading?"
Hasson - "Negative. They're on an intercept course!"
Btarani - "Inform the other ships and stand by to charge
force-screens!"
Hasson - "We lost all communications! They're jamming us!"
Btarani - "Ready our laser-cannons.....prepare for attack!"
#Post#: 10--------------------------------------------------
Re: Sector 11 , outside Imperial space
By: MichaelH23 Date: January 1, 2015, 3:44 am
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Rebel Battlegroup, entering Sector 11. FRS Archenemy
Commander Yildan Meers had been given command of the old
Republic battlestar after demonstrating tactical skill in a
previous skirmish against a UTM frigate. The battlestar's
previous name had been the RSS Amarillo, but the
peaceful-sounding name was not what the rebels wanted. Meers was
given the option to change his flagship's name, and he took it.
Meers himself had once served in the Imperial Starfleet, and
remembered when they fought alongside New Texahoma in the Second
Yee War. That stalemate cost him half an arm, all of his left
leg, and almost half his face. He burned with a desire for
revenge, a desire that Aldon Tate was all too ready to exploit.
Tate had given him command of the three battlestar attack force
which now prowled the spacelanes looking for opportunistic
strikes. His Clone crew manned their stations, carrying out
their duties with efficiency.
Clone Tactical Officer - "Commander, we've located a convoy of
three freighters ahead. They appear to be on course for the edge
of Imperial space."
Meers - "Can we engage them?"
Clone Tactical Officer - "We can. They have minimal hull
plating, weak forcefields, and laser weapons that are
primitive."
Meers - "In that case, why continue to stalk them? Ready our
missile batteries, turbolasers, and interceptors. Have the
atomics on standby for launch."
Clone Helm Officer - "Bring us to attack posture, sir?"
Meers - "Affirmative. Order the other two ships to do likewise."
He watched as the ships grew larger on the viewscreen. They
looked so small and fragile against the stars, which was what
Meers was hoping for. He didn't care that these ships were from
a nation that had yet to make contact with the empire. In his
mind, they were a threat that needed to be neutralized.
Clone Tactical Officer - "The enemy ships are firing."
The ship trembled slightly, but otherwise showed no sign of
distress. Meers had been proven right, these alien ships were
primitive. Meers watched as his ship returned fire with
phase-cannons and turbolasers, flaring brightly against their
forcefields.
Clone Tactical Officer - "Their shields are down to 72%. Our
shields are holding at 96%"
Meers - "Have they sent any distress signals?"
Clone Tactical Officer - "Unknown, sir. We don't even know what
language they speak. For all our detectors know, they could be
clicking their distress calls."
Meers - "Target their communications systems. I don't want them
trying to call for help."
#Post#: 11--------------------------------------------------
Re: Sector 11 , outside Imperial space
By: Vulcandude Date: January 1, 2015, 9:06 am
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Vulcan 89th Tactical Unit in Sector 11
Captain T'Korro of the 89th Tactical Unit was securing a
perimeter. Soldiers scanned around to scout for the rebels.
There seemed to be none in the area but still they could be
hidden.
"The planet is straight ahead, sir. What should we do?",
Commander Galak asked.
Then a scan received a signal and the captain asked to be put on
viewscreen. He was not surprised the rebels would be following
these ships from a distance. The captain contemplated his next
order of action quickly.
"A convoy of freighters. Scramble all transmissions to block the
rebel communication jammers. These freighters are going to need
our additional help if the rebels breaking through jam.",
Captain T'Korro replied.
#Post#: 12--------------------------------------------------
Re: Sector 11 , outside Imperial space
By: MichaelH23 Date: January 1, 2015, 3:11 pm
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Traylax freighter Imb'dubal
Btarani pulled himself into his chair as his ship shuddered and
bucked all around him. His convoy had lost their communications
systems, forcescreens, and sensors, rendering them unable to
send distress calls, protect themselves, or even see where the
next-and likely fatal-blow would land. Their laser-cannons had
proven to be inadequate against the stronger hulls and better
shields of their attackers. Most of his crew were either too
injured to continue at their posts, had been rendered useless by
the power shortage to their consoles, or lay in various states
of death. From the smoke-hazed rear of the bridge, Omara Hasson
lifted part of a railing off his ribcage, groaning.
Btarani - "Status of the other two ships?"
Hasson - "Oncalok is completely disabled, Vserati still has
engines but not much else."
Btarani - "Have Vserati withdraw to outside their jamming range
and send a distress call. We need help immediately."
Hasson - "Our communications systems are gone. We can't issue
any orders to anyone. Sir, I read three large ships on intercept
course. They appear to be the enemy ships that have attacked
us....and sir, they appear to be armed with atomics."
Btarani - "So they aren't after our cargo, they're here to
destroy us."
Hasson - "Sir, I'm picking up energy signatures from within our
cargo hold, and the cargo hold of Vserati!"
Btarani - "Identify!"
Hasson - "Teleporters! Our cargo has just been seized!"
Btarani - "By all Pserasas! They wouldn't just seize grain
cargoes unless they were about to finish us off....Take evasive
action!"
Hasson - "Too late! I read atomic signatures in their missile
bays. They're about to launch!"
Btarani realized, in that bitter moment, that his life..and the
life of his surviving crew was about to be abruptly ended by a
war which, until now, the Traylax had been neutral in. The cold,
sobering truth was that, so far from Imperial or independent
space, they were about to die alone and unmourned. He straggled
to where Hasson stood uneasily on his own feet and clasped his
arms with his comrade-in-arms one last time.
Btarani - "Send out the log buoy and prepare to face Last Dawn."
The three Traylax ships roared and flared with explosions as the
rebel battlestars poured fire on them from a modest distance.
Having seized the cargo of Traylax grains from them, there was
no longer any reason to keep them afloat. One by one, each
battlestar unsheathed its atomic dagger and readied for the
plunge into its designated victim. A single missile, launched
from each rebel ship, shot with surety toward the helpless
Traylax ships and for a heartbeat a stillness came upon the
sector. Then, bright flares marked the end of the Traylax
adventure as the frieghters either tumbled into oblivion to
detonate several kilometers away from their previous position,
or fragment where they floated, disintegrating into atomic
molecules to soon disperse in the vacuum of space.
[hr]
Three days later, Romulan Hall of State, Romulus
Praetor Kamemor was distraught by the news of the Traylax
Incident in Sector 11. She became further distressed when a
Traylax delegation, comprised of three family members of the men
who died, appeared before the Romulan Senate beseeching Imperial
protection in the form of a vassalage to the Romulan Empire as a
Founder Race of Trekylon. The Traylax Incident made its way into
the media thru GNN and within four hours of the Traylax mission
to Romulus, Drake I was learning of the attack. Drake I made it
clear that as the Traylax were trade partners to Romulus that it
was in their jurisdiction, and that he would support whatever
action the Romulan Senate voted on. Thus, three days after the
Traylax visit, two days after Drake I was made aware of the
attack, and one day after his personal communique to her,
Kamemor called on the Senate to reach a decision. The vote was
almost unanimous, with only one dissenting vote, to accept the
fealty and grant protectorate status to the Traylax.
Kamemor knew she'd need to meet with the other non-Human Founder
Races soon, as the Human vs Human civil war was threatening to
spread into their own territories. To this end, she had her
secretary T'Sil open a commlink to the capital worlds of the
other constituent states in Trekylon. As she straightened in her
Praetor's Throne and tried to look as confident as possible, she
mused over the Traylax situation. Finally, several holographic
images appeared in a semicircle in front of her. They resolved
into the familiar visages of her opposites from the various
other constituent nations of Trekylon. On the far left, scowling
as was common for his race, Chancellor Kurn of the Klingon
Empire looked impatient. Next to him, Bajoran First Minister
Afsahara Nedon was the picture of serenity. In the middle, and
looking fierce with his barred teeth, the reptiloid Gorn
imperator Gozorog sent a shiver down her spine as he practically
stared at her. Next to him, Cardassian legate Corat Eidar had
the face of a man who had better things to do than be summoned
to a holo-conference. On the far right, and most intriguing to
Kamemor, Kinshayan Vicar Ulantek flared his wings in greeting.
Kamemor rose imperiously to her feet and walked to a spot where
she could best focus on the holoimages.
Kamemor - "I have called this meeting because of the
ever-present danger the Humans' civil war poses not just on our
trade partners, but on our own borders."
Eidar - "That likely explains why no Tholian emissary is present
at this meeting. They've already closed their borders and
threatened immediate destruction on any ship that trespasses
until the civil war is brought to an end."
Kurn - "Those crystal bugs have no honor. They would open fire
on helpless civilians trying to escape the rebels' brutality. It
is too bad we're both in the same empire, otherwise I'd happily
test their resolve in battle."
Kamemor - "Chancellor, this is no time to puff out your chest in
mock bravado. The Humans' civil war needs to be contained. My
government is already having to vassalize the Traylax because of
rebel actions."
Nedon - "My government has granted protection to Meninn
civilians who lost their city-sphere to a rebel assault three
weeks ago. They have proven to be very helpful in our
agriculture, even providing us with harvesting techniques we
never knew before."
Kurn - "I hope you aren't suggesting we break away from the
Greater Empire in a time when great deeds can be done. If we
secede, the Imperial government will lose any remaining support
within and be open to invasion and partition by foreign powers.
Remember, the Great Houses tried to separate Azuria from the
central government using the pretext of rebel infiltration."
Kamemor - "Nothing of the sort, Chancellor. We will remain
committed to the Greater Empire and assist Drake I with weapons
and supplies. All I'm saying is that until our military forces
are at sufficient number and strength to render more direct
assistance to the emperor, we must remain committed to
protecting our jurisdictional borders as well as our trading
partners. In order to present a united front against the rebels
and speed up that day where we can render direct assistance to
Drake I, I suggest a coalition of armed neutral nations. We
would share resources among our states to assist in building up
our military for the day when we help the Humans defeat their
rebel kinsmen."
Ulantek - "'Aya. We would still need the Gorn and Tholians to
make this coalition more credible. While the Gorn will be easy
to convince, we have no direct means of contacting the Tholians
without risking our ships by trying to reach Tholia directly."
Gozorog's vocoder translated the buzzes, grunts and hisses of
his native language into Standard for all to hear.
Gozorog - "I believe my government can handle the Tholians. We
have an understanding with their Conclave, and with such we
should be able to send an emissary to Tholia on behalf of the
COANN."
Kamemor - "Very well. I'll leave the Tholians to your attention
with my sincere thanks. I will depart soon for Gaia, to meet
with Foreign Minister Odan and Drake I to discuss the continued
materials support. I strongly urge each of you to make plans to
patrol those spacelanes that concern you most. The Traylax have
already learned the hard way what the cost of inaction can be."
Eidar - "I will begin training additional ship crews to help
fortify our borders. Our recent engagement with the Ovtprel has
left us too weakened to withstand even one rebel skirmisher, let
alone three."
Kamemor - "Any assistance your government needs to help with
your border security is at your disposal, Legate."
Eidar bowed at the waist in thanks. One by one, each of the
holograms vanished as their transmissions terminated. Kurn was
the last, due to the fact he had something more to say.
Kurn - "I hope this idea of yours does not cost us all, or you
will be held accountable, Praetor."
As his image vanished, Kamemor walked back to her chair and
seated herself with a heavy sigh. I hope so, too, she thought.
#Post#: 17--------------------------------------------------
Re: Sector 11 , outside Imperial space
By: MichaelH23 Date: January 7, 2015, 12:33 am
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Task Force Devoras. I.R.W Tomalak, entering Sector 11
Admiral Silavak stood, his hands clasped behind his back,
staring at the viewscreen as though hoping to see the rebels
with his own eyes. He was 107-years-old, middle age for a
Romulan, yet he inspired such fear in his crew that he was
nicknamed "the Terror of the Fleet". He used his reputation to
ruthless effect, intimidating inferiors and even executing
insubordinate officers on the bridge in full view of the crew.
The only ones he gave any ear to were his fellow commanders in
the two other Romulan ships which made up the task force. He
commanded two Mogai-class and one D'deridex-class warbird, and
despite the overstretch the Romulan contingent faced, as they
tried to patrol their borders and provide assistance to the
nonaligned states with whom they traded, he declared boastfully
that he had the best task force.
One of a few officers who had the daring to challenge Silavak
was Lieutenant L'Karn, who manned the Tactical station
immediately behind the command chair. He was younger than
Silavak, with a jutting jaw and the faint hint of wrinkles on
his otherwise chiseled face. Silavak turned his head until his
eyes made contact with L'Karn's and the unspoken question passed
between them through glares of intensity.
L'Karn - "I have debris from the Traylax freighters, and an area
of high radiation at .97 parsecs from our position."
Silavak - "Pass the coordinates to the Helm. Helm, take us to
those coordinates."
L'Karn directed the coordinates to the helm, never taking his
eyes off Silavak. For his part, the admiral turned his back on
L'Karn and focused once more on the viewscreen as the task force
proceeded. From her Science station, L'Nara began scanning the
wreckage, brushing back stray locks of hair from her otherwise
trimmed military-style hair. She was Silavak's lover and once
was the prospective mate of L'Karn. As a result, L'Nara rose up
in the ranks from decurion to full centurion.
L'Nara - "I have the debris collected. Seems the rebels have
atomics, Admiral."
L'Karn - "Speaking of rebels, I now read three ships in the
sector, on the same vector the rebels were reported using before
the attacks on the Traylax."
Silavak - "Put them on the viewscreen."
The viewer flashed as the image switched to a close-up visual
feed of the three rebel ships. Silavak smiled the predatory
smile, then as he turned to face L'Karn, he saw the same gleam
in his eyes.
Silavak - "L'Karn, send scramble transmission to the other
commanders. Have them cloak their ships. We're on silent running
until we reach optimal firing range."
L'Karn activated the cloak, then went to work issuing the orders
to the other commanders. The lights switched from full
luminosity to a deep blue as the cloak activated. Silavak walked
closer to the viewscreen, as if daring the rebels to locate his
task force. Minutes later, L'Karn approached Silavak, making
certain to keep his eyes trained on the honor blade Silavak wore
on his belt like a decoration.
L'Karn *in a low voice* - "The rebels have adjusted course. They
haven't located us, but they will be passing close enough to us
to detect any radiations leaks through our cloak."
Silavak - "Then the moment they get within range, drop the cloak
and fire."
L'Karn - "Admiral, they will detect our weapons powering up and
they'll fire first. Since our shields won't fully power up until
we're fully decloaked, we'll be vulnerable."
Silavak *turning to face L'Karn* - "Are you cowering now, before
dishonorable rabble? Either carry out my orders or leave the
bridge. You won't get a second warning."
L'Karn stared coldly at his commanding officer for several
seconds. Silavak's hand dropped to the honor blade at his side,
making clear his intention of drawing it. L'Karn backed down,
but only just so, returning to his station. Silavak's hand never
left his side, where his dagger remained sheathed for the time
being.
Decurion - "Admiral, we're almost in range, but it appears the
rebels have somehow located us. They're now on an intercept
course, and we'll be in their firing range before they're in
ours."
Silavak - "Drop the cloak and raise shields!"
Even as L'Karn hurriedly carried out his orders, the first of
the rebel missiles struck the warbird, sending everyone not
braced for the impact tumbling to the floor....
#Post#: 18--------------------------------------------------
Re: Sector 11 , outside Imperial space
By: MichaelH23 Date: January 7, 2015, 1:38 pm
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[quote author=MichaelH23 link=topic=6.msg17#msg17
date=1420612389]
Task Force Devoras. I.R.W Tomalak, entering Sector 11
Admiral Silavak stood, his hands clasped behind his back,
staring at the viewscreen as though hoping to see the rebels
with his own eyes. He was 107-years-old, middle age for a
Romulan, yet he inspired such fear in his crew that he was
nicknamed "the Terror of the Fleet". He used his reputation to
ruthless effect, intimidating inferiors and even executing
insubordinate officers on the bridge in full view of the crew.
The only ones he gave any ear to were his fellow commanders in
the two other Romulan ships which made up the task force. He
commanded two Mogai-class and one D'deridex-class warbird, and
despite the overstretch the Romulan contingent faced, as they
tried to patrol their borders and provide assistance to the
nonaligned states with whom they traded, he declared boastfully
that he had the best task force.
One of a few officers who had the daring to challenge Silavak
was Lieutenant L'Karn, who manned the Tactical station
immediately behind the command chair. He was younger than
Silavak, with a jutting jaw and the faint hint of wrinkles on
his otherwise chiseled face. Silavak turned his head until his
eyes made contact with L'Karn's and the unspoken question passed
between them through glares of intensity.
L'Karn - "I have debris from the Traylax freighters, and an area
of high radiation at .97 parsecs from our position."
Silavak - "Pass the coordinates to the Helm. Helm, take us to
those coordinates."
L'Karn directed the coordinates to the helm, never taking his
eyes off Silavak. For his part, the admiral turned his back on
L'Karn and focused once more on the viewscreen as the task force
proceeded. From her Science station, L'Nara began scanning the
wreckage, brushing back stray locks of hair from her otherwise
trimmed military-style hair. She was Silavak's lover and once
was the prospective mate of L'Karn. As a result, L'Nara rose up
in the ranks from decurion to full centurion.
L'Nara - "I have the debris collected. Seems the rebels have
atomics, Admiral."
L'Karn - "Speaking of rebels, I now read three ships in the
sector, on the same vector the rebels were reported using before
the attacks on the Traylax."
Silavak - "Put them on the viewscreen."
The viewer flashed as the image switched to a close-up visual
feed of the three rebel ships. Silavak smiled the predatory
smile, then as he turned to face L'Karn, he saw the same gleam
in his eyes.
Silavak - "L'Karn, send scramble transmission to the other
commanders. Have them cloak their ships. We're on silent running
until we reach optimal firing range."
L'Karn activated the cloak, then went to work issuing the orders
to the other commanders. The lights switched from full
luminosity to a deep blue as the cloak activated. Silavak walked
closer to the viewscreen, as if daring the rebels to locate his
task force. Minutes later, L'Karn approached Silavak, making
certain to keep his eyes trained on the honor blade Silavak wore
on his belt like a decoration.
L'Karn *in a low voice* - "The rebels have adjusted course. They
haven't located us, but they will be passing close enough to us
to detect any radiations leaks through our cloak."
Silavak - "Then the moment they get within range, drop the cloak
and fire."
L'Karn - "Admiral, they will detect our weapons powering up and
they'll fire first. Since our shields won't fully power up until
we're fully decloaked, we'll be vulnerable."
Silavak *turning to face L'Karn* - "Are you cowering now, before
dishonorable rabble? Either carry out my orders or leave the
bridge. You won't get a second warning."
L'Karn stared coldly at his commanding officer for several
seconds. Silavak's hand dropped to the honor blade at his side,
making clear his intention of drawing it. L'Karn backed down,
but only just so, returning to his station. Silavak's hand never
left his side, where his dagger remained sheathed for the time
being.
Decurion - "Admiral, we're almost in range, but it appears the
rebels have somehow located us. They're now on an intercept
course, and we'll be in their firing range before they're in
ours."
Silavak - "Drop the cloak and raise shields!"
Even as L'Karn hurriedly carried out his orders, the first of
the rebel missiles struck the warbird, sending everyone not
braced for the impact tumbling to the floor....
[/quote]
Rebel battlestar FRS Archenemy
Commander Meers grew excited as they approached the area where
the ghost readings originated. He suspected a cloaked ship or
group of ships had arrived to challenge his mastery of the
sector, and his suspicions grew as his wolfpack drew closer to
the Traylax wreckage. His clone officers were preparing the ship
for action while reports coming from the other two battlestars
confirmed that they, too, were preparing for combat.
Clone Tactical Officer - "Commander, I have the anti-proton
scanners ready to activate."
Meers - "Execute."
A low buzz filled the bridge as the scanners were powered up.
Moments later, the scan beams, highlighted for visual
confirmation in a hazy red, began sweeping the debris field.
Within seconds, three massive avian forms revealed themselves in
red outlines. Meers now had his confirmation that the empire had
sent a task force to neutralize him. Romulans. Guess the emperor
is more cowardly than I give him credit for, to send aliens to
fight in his stead, he thought with bitter amusement.
Meers - "Tactical, lock all batteries on the Romulan ships and
stand by to fire."
Tactical Officer - "Sir, I'm reading a power transfer. They're
preparing to drop their cloak and raise shields."
Meers - "The moment their cloaks dissipate, open fire. We must
not give them the chance to raise their shields."
Seconds ticked by, which felt to Meers like an eternity.
Finally, small pockets of space began to ripple and distort in
that familiar mirage-like pattern Meers knew too well as
indications the ships were dropping their cloaks. Meers balled
his hands into fists as the first barrage of plasma blasts and
missiles arced out and struck two of the Romulan ships. What he
failed to note until the last moment was that the Romulans had
anticipated a possible attack, and had already taken evasive
courses which meant that one warbird remained undamaged, while
the middle ship-Meers presumed it to be the flagship-received
only slight damage to its shields. The most annoying surprise to
Meers was that the one warbird that took the full brunt of the
attack remained active despite the noticeable damage to its
starboard warp engine, lateral sensor array, and hull.
Clone Tactical Officer - "Commander, the enemy ships are coming
about. They're approaching from portside aft. Right in our blind
spot."
Meers - "Have Butcher position itself to engage broadsides."
He turned back to the viewer to see Butcher, the Galactica-type
battlestar, move laterally and present its broadside to the
Romulan ships. As the battlestar unleashed a torrent of
turbolasers, phase-cannon blasts, and missiles at the
approaching Romulans, he noted that again, the central ship took
little damage, while its escort warbird bore the full force of
the fire, yet remaining operational. The Romulans responded with
an equally blinding barrage of torpedoes and disruptor blasts
which scoured the hull of Butcher.
Meers - "Status of Butcher?"
Clone Tactical Officer - "Butcher has damage to the starboard
hull, launchbay, and communications. Firebrand now moving to
position between Butcher and the enemy ships."
Meers panicked.
Meers - "Dammit! Order Commander Kadota to return to position.
We're too exposed to the enemy!"
Now his ship bucked and shook violently as Romulan disruptors
impacted shields. Meers grabbed the railing on the upper command
deck to steady himself, even as it rotated toward the starmap at
the rear of the bridge. Clones worked feverishly to locate the
enemy craft as they swooped like the avian predators they
evoked. Meers noted that the enemy ships had now passed his and
were on course to make a sweeping arc before coming at them
again.
Meers - "Arm the atomics!"
#Post#: 19--------------------------------------------------
Re: Sector 11 , outside Imperial space
By: MichaelH23 Date: January 9, 2015, 12:49 am
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IRW Tomalak
Silavak pulled himself back to his feet as the rest of his crew
grabbed consoles or chairs to pull themselves up. L'Karn was the
first to get back to his feet, checking the damage reports.
L'Nara was helped to her feet by a decurion, Yokar, who then
hurried to the Engineering station. Yokar had to wipe the green
blood from his forehead as he punched controls to bring up
engine status.
L'Karn - "Shields down to 78%. Slight hull damage on our port
drive."
Silavak - "Status of the others?"
L'Karn - "Bloodreign has suffered 43% total damage, mainly to
their shields, hull, and starboard drive. Their shields are at
57% strength. Nanclus shows damage to its hull, transporter and
communications systems."
Silavak - "Helm, come about and set course for another pass at
the rebels. One of their ships is vulnerable enough to board.
Transporter Room, prepare a strike team to board the enemy
battlestar and either capture or kill its crew."
Yokar - "Admiral, Bloodreign's starboard engine is severely
damaged. They may not be able to make the necessary maneuvers."
Silavak - "Then they will have to fall back and make repairs!"
L'Karn - "Admiral, I read a nuclear signature in the enemy
launch-tubes! They're about to launch atomics!"
L'Nara - "We won't be able to evade them until our thrusters are
operational again."
Silavak - "Then brace for impact!"
The seconds ticked away as the entire bridge crew waited for the
launch and detonation of the rebel nukes. Finally, L'Karn
shouted again, in panic.
L'Karn - "Nuclear launch! Detecting missile on approach. Impact
in 15 seconds!"
L'Nara - "Thrusters now online!"
Silavak - "Evasive maneuvers now!"
The stars on the viewscreen suddenly careened to port as the
ship took the evasive course. Silavak could only hope that the
other ship commanders were following his lead and trying to
avoid being hit by the nuke. He was about to release the breath
he had been holding when L'Karn looked up in horror.
L'Karn - "The nuke has detonated just behind Nanclus. Shock wave
will impact us in 5 seconds!"
A brilliant flash at the edges of the viewscreen grabbed
Silavak's attention. Seconds later, the thunderous impact of the
shock wave sent everyone back to the floor, including Silavak,
whose head struck the command chair and left him with a mild
concussion. From his station behind the chair, L'Karn called out
what the dazed Silavak had expected he would hear.
L'Karn - "Nanclus is tumbling end over end. No power output.
Lifesigns are sporadic but without power, they won't survive
longer than an hour. There is also a hull breach on their lower
hull, venting atmosphere."
Silavak slowly rose to his feet again, wiping the dust and
flecks of blood from his face, as he focused on the viewer image
of the Mogai-classNanclus tumble into the starscape, trailing
atmosphere and wreckage in its wake. A rage built up within
Silavak as he watched the ship cartwheel into the distance, rage
at the rebels for using such a primitive yet lethal weapon.
Gritting his teeth, he turned to L'Karn.
Silavak - "Which of the enemy battlestars is seriously damaged?"
L'Karn - "Butcher. They have extensive damage to their lateral
sensor array, shields, and launchbays"
Silavak - "Set our target. Let's finish them off."
L'Karn - "With pleasure, Admiral."
No longer was the hateful glare in L'Karn's eyes, no more was
the contempt lacing his words. Both men, having come so close to
death, had reconciled in the face of their common enemy.
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Re: Sector 11 , outside Imperial space
By: MichaelH23 Date: January 11, 2015, 9:59 pm
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FRS Archenemy
Meers couldn't help but cheer as the nuclear missile detonated
close to one of the enemy ships, sending it tumbling end over
end into deep space, powerless and defenseless. He didn't care
that the other two ships had managed to escape the shockwave and
were wheeling about trying to escape the flying debris from
their damaged comrade. The moment of jubilation, however, was
shattered by the report from the Clone Tactical Officer reading
the damage report from Butcher.
Clone Tactical Officer - "Commander, Butcher reports fires
across their launchbay. They're having to use all the retardant
they have. They also report their communications systems are
completely destroyed. Wounded number at 1,012. Dead number at
394 so far."
Meers - "Dammit. Status of our own ship?"
Clone Tactical Officer - "We have hull damage, communications
damage, engine damage. 912 wounded and 12 dead. Engines are
being repaired, and they report communications will be next high
priority."
Meers - "Have the weapons techs load another nuke. I feel like
frying Romulans today."
Clone Helm Officer - "Commander, debris has drifted into our
battlezone. We won't be able to maneuver without thrusters."
Clone Tactical Officer - "Commander! Romulan ships now on
approach vector. Too close for nukes! They've locked on to
Butcher!"
Meers could only growl in outrage as the two surviving Romulan
ships strafed Butcher with full torpedoes and disruptors. The
Galactica-type battlestar rocked and bucked under the intense
barrage of enemy fire and sections of the hull caved in in
several areas, venting atmosphere. Papers, furniture, and even
unlucky people blasted from the various breaches in the hull and
streaked across space. Butcher began to drift slowly end over
end as their power systems went out.
Clone Communications Officer - "Commander, I picked up a
scrambled signal from the Romulan ships just prior to their
attack on Butcher. I was unable to block the signal."
Clone Tactical Officer - "Confirmed, sir. I'm now picking up
tachyon signatures closing in. They could be cloaked Romulan
ships."
Meers - "Have our targeting sensors trained on the locations of
those tachyon signatures. I want to open fire the instant they
drop their cloaks."
Clone Tactical Officer - "If we do that, the two Romulan ships
will attack us."
Meers - "YOU HEARD ME!"
Clone Communications Officer - "Commander, I--"
The bridge went silent as they watched four new Romulan ships,
two Mogai-class and two D'deridex-class decloaked. One of the
D'deridex warbirds broke formation and headed in the direction
of the crippled and drifting Mogai warbird while the remainder
changed their course, entering attack vector. Meers realized
that he would not escape the Romulan onslaught. But he was not
about to surrender without a fight.
Meers - "Tactical, have all batteries open fire. If we're going
down, we're gonna take them with us."
Clone Tactical Officer - "Only two ships are in our firing
solution, though."
Meers *through gritted teeth* - "I don't care, do it!"
That was the moment the ship kicked and bucked so violently that
everyone was knocked off their feet and found it difficult to
regain their footing again. Companels exploded, bulkheads
fragmented, and parts of the ceiling collapsed. Meers knew that
there was now nothing left to do but wait for the final blows.
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Re: Sector 11 , outside Imperial space
By: Vulcandude Date: January 11, 2015, 10:51 pm
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VS Nimrod
Commander Chu'ran- "Romulans nearby, Captain."
The Captain turn his chair around to look at his commander.
"Like no shit Sherlock. The logical thing is to lay space mines
and lure them in. We are doing this Vulcan style.", Captain R'
Shan replied
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Re: Sector 11 , outside Imperial space
By: MichaelH23 Date: January 18, 2015, 3:40 pm
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With the rebel battlestars Butcher on fire and Firebrand
powerless, the Romulans concentrated on the only remaining
active rebel ship left: Archenemy. Sweeping in graceful arcs,
the warbirds swooped in and laid down a withering barrage of
disruptor fire. Explosions erupted all along the axes of the
rebel ship, and the return fire scorched the hulls of the
passing Romulan ships. Unknown to the Romulans, a Vulcan force
had arrived at the edge of the sector and had been watching the
engagement.
[hr]
Commander Meers could only rage at the enemy as his ship came
apart all around him. What little of his crew remained alive
were either in the process of fighting their futile battle
against the very ship they served on, combating the fires and
trying to patch up the hull breaches, or were in various states
of dead or dying. He pulled himself up against his chair,
feeling his ribs flare with pain. He noted the blood pouring
from the gash on his side, felt the blood streaming down his
forehead from a gash, and noted the loss of feeling in his left
arm. The viewscreen was awash in static with only the occasional
glimpses of the Romulan ships as they passed. A new explosion
breached the hull just to the left of the viewscreen, finally
blanking out the static and random images in darkness and
resulting in an immediate rush of atmosphere. Meers' hair
fluttered as atmosphere gave way to vacuum. He pulled himself
into his chair, determined to die in command. He gave one last
voice as the air was slowly bled from his lungs.
Meers - "You may have won this engagement, but the Federal
Republic will rise from the ashes of the feebly empire, and we
will have our revenge against those Laptev and Barlat devils who
have snatched greatness from us. We will bury them and any who
stand against us!"
His final thoughts as he sank into the eternal darkness were
just as defiant. Drake I will fall from power
[hr]
On the Tomalak viewscreen, the rebel battlestar Archenemy bled
red flames as it fragmented under the Romulan barrage. Then in a
soundless explosion, the entire battlestar flew apart with a
bright flash. The shock from the blast propelled Firebrand
further into space slowly, and knocked Butcher on its lateral
axis. Silavak knew that whoever had been alive on Butcher was
now likely dead as a result of the concussive impact of the
shockwave, but he also realized that Firebrand was likely still
inhabited.
L'Karn - "Admiral, I'm detecting a Vulcan engine signature just
inside the sector. There are also a number of small objects
being released. They could be mines."
Silavak - "Vulcans? What are they doing so close to our major
spacelanes, and mining no less?"
L'Karn - "Could be a preventative against further rebel piracy."
Silavak - "Keep your eyes on them for now. When we return to our
jurisdictional space, I'll contact the Foreign Ministry, the
Imperial High Command and War Minister Martok and request
information regarding the Vulcan action here. Meantime, we have
fellow centurions to rescue and POWs to capture. Assign Blood
Talons and Davorak to taking that rebel ship. Use tractor beams
to tow it."
L'Karn - "Yes sir."
Silavak - "Helm, plot course to Nanclus and have Praetor Vrax
cover us."
Yokar - "I'll need to have my engineering team aboard to get
Nanclus ready to tow."
Silavak - "No. Your team will need to get their engines back
online. Nanclus will not be towed back to Imperial space."
Yokar - "Then you better inform the Chief Engineer of Praetor
Vrax that he needs his own team ready, because it will take both
our teams to get that done."
Silavak shot Yokar a look that could've frozen a raging fire.
Yokar shrank slightly in the face of the withering glare from
the admiral. L'Karn was also frozen in place, waiting to see if
Silavak would respond to this clear act of insubordination.
Silavak remained in place.
Silavak - "You worry about following MY orders, Yokar. I'll deal
with Praetor Vrax's engineer myself. Leave my bridge."
Yokar wisely said nothing in reply, but instead saluted the
admiral, turned smartly, and left the bridge at a brisk
almost-march. Silavak began eyeing the rest of the bridge crew,
who immediately snapped out of their trance-like states and
resumed their duties without issue. Silavak sat in his chair,
confident in his victory over the rebels. Now I can gain that
Fleet Admiral rank I so rightly deserve, he thought to himself.
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