The New Russia
16-11-2003, 03:37
The entire area had fallen quiet. All of the recently visiting diplomats had departed, and night had fallen. The only people awake we those monitoring the long range sensors on the graveyard shift. There we only about six people, each at their designated stations. The displays showed nothing but the nebula only 1 light year away and empy space.
Suddenly, only for a few seconds, a flash could be seen on one of the screens, followed by a point of light. The operator barely noticed it at first and asked the computer to play back the event in full zoom. Now entirely focus on the screen was the flash of light, followed by the opening of a hyperspace column. "Shit!" the attendant cried out, as a series of vessels poured out of the column.
The computer quickly identified the ship as the Gamelon Carrier ship Revenge being escorted by 15 Sparrows and 10 Flying Wings. All of the ships were on a direct course for the small recently colonized New Russian planet "Sanctuary 2." The attendant sounded the alarm, calling all available officers to the operations room.
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Captain Piwer began to explain the situation to the crew. "Today at 19:34," she said, "A Gamelon attack force exitted a nearby hyperspace column and started to make their way to the planet. At the moment, they are only 500 light-seconds away and will be within attack range within a few hours. This is what we feared most when we settled on this planet."
Piwer sighed and rubbed her temples before continuing, "Right now, we only have two combat ready vessels in orbit, the Romancer and the Twilight and neither one of the vessels are equipped to handle a battle of this magnitude. Not only that, but we still have approximately 500 million people in stasis obiting the planet who are at great risk of being killed. I want all of you ready to take up arms in the possibility of a Gamelon attack on our soil. That is all."
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Almost everybody at the encampment was only high alert. With most of their equipment and supplies having been destroyed during the last Gamelon attack the people were harldy in fighting condition. The Gamelon were ruthless, their last boarding party attempted to slaughter the entire crew of the Generations, and would have gotten their way, had it not been for the automated defense system.
Still, the settlers were worried. Only 2 vessels were ready for combat, but they were little more than modified personelle carriers, not even close to a match for a Gamelon Carrier. Most of them still managed to put on a brave face, while some succumbed to nervous breakdowns. It was tense, to say the least.
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Onboard the Romancer and the Twilight the crews were preparing for any possible situation, be it a Gamelon boarding party or an all out assault on the stasis ships. They knew they were to be fighting a losing battle, but that wasn't the point. If they were able to hold off the attack for long enough, it was possible that re-enforcements would be able to come to their assistance.
The Twilgiht, long ready for battle had begun to send out distress calls over all FTL communication lines, hoping that somebody would be able to come to their aide. An air of worry had filled the two sister ships, and neither one expected any positive outcome from the battle.
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The Gamelon ships were now only 30 minutes out of attack range, and the every settler was thinking the same thing, "We came all this way... for nothing..." Still there was a faint sense of hope around with them, at least until an announcement was made by the Captain. The settlers could hear the worry in her voice as she spoke.
"It has come to my attention," she said, "That the Gamelon forces have managed to reproduce at least of of our Alcubierre-Broeck torpedos. In the event that they fire the weapon, I want all settlers to make their way to caves North of the wind farms and camp out there. Stay in a group and make your way as far down as possible. That is our only hope at this point. That is all."
Suddenly, only for a few seconds, a flash could be seen on one of the screens, followed by a point of light. The operator barely noticed it at first and asked the computer to play back the event in full zoom. Now entirely focus on the screen was the flash of light, followed by the opening of a hyperspace column. "Shit!" the attendant cried out, as a series of vessels poured out of the column.
The computer quickly identified the ship as the Gamelon Carrier ship Revenge being escorted by 15 Sparrows and 10 Flying Wings. All of the ships were on a direct course for the small recently colonized New Russian planet "Sanctuary 2." The attendant sounded the alarm, calling all available officers to the operations room.
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Captain Piwer began to explain the situation to the crew. "Today at 19:34," she said, "A Gamelon attack force exitted a nearby hyperspace column and started to make their way to the planet. At the moment, they are only 500 light-seconds away and will be within attack range within a few hours. This is what we feared most when we settled on this planet."
Piwer sighed and rubbed her temples before continuing, "Right now, we only have two combat ready vessels in orbit, the Romancer and the Twilight and neither one of the vessels are equipped to handle a battle of this magnitude. Not only that, but we still have approximately 500 million people in stasis obiting the planet who are at great risk of being killed. I want all of you ready to take up arms in the possibility of a Gamelon attack on our soil. That is all."
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Almost everybody at the encampment was only high alert. With most of their equipment and supplies having been destroyed during the last Gamelon attack the people were harldy in fighting condition. The Gamelon were ruthless, their last boarding party attempted to slaughter the entire crew of the Generations, and would have gotten their way, had it not been for the automated defense system.
Still, the settlers were worried. Only 2 vessels were ready for combat, but they were little more than modified personelle carriers, not even close to a match for a Gamelon Carrier. Most of them still managed to put on a brave face, while some succumbed to nervous breakdowns. It was tense, to say the least.
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Onboard the Romancer and the Twilight the crews were preparing for any possible situation, be it a Gamelon boarding party or an all out assault on the stasis ships. They knew they were to be fighting a losing battle, but that wasn't the point. If they were able to hold off the attack for long enough, it was possible that re-enforcements would be able to come to their assistance.
The Twilgiht, long ready for battle had begun to send out distress calls over all FTL communication lines, hoping that somebody would be able to come to their aide. An air of worry had filled the two sister ships, and neither one expected any positive outcome from the battle.
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The Gamelon ships were now only 30 minutes out of attack range, and the every settler was thinking the same thing, "We came all this way... for nothing..." Still there was a faint sense of hope around with them, at least until an announcement was made by the Captain. The settlers could hear the worry in her voice as she spoke.
"It has come to my attention," she said, "That the Gamelon forces have managed to reproduce at least of of our Alcubierre-Broeck torpedos. In the event that they fire the weapon, I want all settlers to make their way to caves North of the wind farms and camp out there. Stay in a group and make your way as far down as possible. That is our only hope at this point. That is all."