NationStates Jolt Archive

The Prologue:
For years the Zaon Imperium had defended the Imperial Star Empire with ease. That all changed one day…
The Vagar battleship Rotarian was in orbit of Omega, the first completely artificial planet in the Wrendas galaxy. During this time the Vagar and the Veskans lived a peaceful coexistence, trading with one another, assisting in crisis. But with the death of the Supreme Overlord of the Vagar that would all change.
Supreme Overlord Tanaka was a peace-loving man that had earned the trust and respect of the Imperial Star Empire. His successor, Supreme Overlord Karats, was a warrior who saw the Zaon Imperium, as the Veskans and Zaon were generally known as, as the only major threat in the galaxy. Karats was ok at first but when he commanded the Rotarian on that fateful day, the Imperium, the Vagar and the entire Wrendas Galaxy was plunged into turmoil.

The Story:
“Entered the orbit of the human Omega planet, we have.” The helm officer turned to face the captain, “Orders Overlord?”
Supreme Overlord Karats stepped forward slightly to get a better view of the planet through the view screen, “how many humans?” he asked.
“Two hundred and forty billion humans approximately my lord,” replied the scanners officer.
The Overlord smiled which involved him opening his reptilian snout exposing several layers of sharp yellowing teeth.
“What is the planets status?” The Overlord asked.
“Shields are lowered and ASC weapons are at 20%,” The scanner officer responded, “they are at standard Code Green neutral posture sir, like you hoped.”
The Overlord turned to his weaponry officer, “Are you sure this will work?” he queried.
“Yes my lord,” the officer responded, “in every simulation I have run it has gone to plan.”
“Good,” the Overlord looked at the viewer again, “say ‘Hello’ for us.”

The Rotarian fired twenty nuclear missiles into Omega’s atmosphere. Most of these were destroyed by the AA cannons, but a few slipped through and hit the planetary surface. The Rotarian then launched a single large missile at Omega. Nicknamed the “Doomsday Missile” tests had proven that it could destroy moons, how would it affect Omega?

Down on the surface of Omega civilians rush into bomb shelters as the Army rushes around trying to keep everyone calm. Suddenly a sonic boom hit the streets of the small Omega town, the missile was closing in on its target, firing at every turret it came across with its own defensive weapons.
Then it hit.
The first thing anyone noticed was debris flying up from the impact. But the worst was yet to come.
The missile exploded, destroying everything in a massive radius, blowing half the planet into a total wasteland in less then thirty minutes.

The Overlord watched the destruction though the view screen., “Get us out of here, before a Zaon ship finds us!”
“Aye sir,” said the helm officer.
With that they hypered back to Vagar Space.

OCC:
A distress call has been sent out to the Milky way galaxy, every friendly ship is welcome and requested to come and aid us in our war with the Vagar. The Vagar are my NPC species.
[EDIT]
This RP is designed primarily as a character based one, but ships and big military engagements are fine too.
The Wrendas Galaxy has a wormhole about 2.554 light-years away from Earth.

*The Milky Way Galaxy-- 2.3 light years from Earth*:On board The Spacestation Epoch
Prolouge:
The Epoch had been is space for what seemed like forever to her crew. It's mission at first was to bring a message of peace to the universe from Mwarto. Along the way the ship has encountered many worlds some of which accepted peace others were blasted into oblivion.The Epoch is currently on the way back to Mwarto to be upgraded and reoutfitted with new weaponry when a SOS reaches the bridge.


*Captains Quarters of The Epoch*

Captain Pearl was enjoying his evening meal when the door to his cabin buzzed, "What is it now?!" he muttered to himself before opening the door on his first mate.

First Mate Ject Spira entered the room and as always immediatly went to a seat." Captain we have recived a distress signal from the Planet Omega in the Wrendas Galaxy. It seems as if the planet is under attack from an unknown source.""What does The Holy Empire of Mwarto stand to gain from entering into this conflict, huh?" Captain Pearl interupted. His first mate looked at him reproachfully. "Ok, Ok set a course for the Planet Omega. I want a complete report on the area, the planet itself and all surrounding inhabited planets. Get me Battalion Commanders Zorn & Auron, Mobile Suit Commander Trowa, and the Commander of the Battleship Aegis. Why are you still here."

As the Epoch raced through hyperspace Captain pearl sent a message back to Mwarto: Lord Darigan we are headed to the Wrendas Galaxy to assist an ally. I ask for your blessings to unleash the full power of this spacestation.


OOC: The Epoch is armed as follows: 200 mobile suits, 1 battleship carrying 75 spacefighters, and 200,000 heavily armed infantry, the station itself has another 150 space fighters

"Rob."

The figure on the bed stirred, then grumbeled.

"Rob, wake up. You have to see this."

Another grumble; the figure put a pillow over his head.

"ROB!"

The bed suddenly went vertical, throwing both both man and pillow out the bedroom door and onto the cold metal of the outside hallway. Rob Pulson groaned and rubbed his head.

"Was that really nessasary, Eve?" He said as he slipped on his jacket and put on a pair of pants. He took a moment to check his gun, then slipped it into his holster. A disembodied voice spoke back to him.

"It damn well was. Get in the command chair and take a look at this."

Feeling somewhat Ornery, Rob made his way through the Comm center and took a seat in the captian's chair; he took a moment to swivel around in it. God, how he loved these chairs.

"Rob, stop acting like an idiot and look out the window."

Rob sighed; now Eve was getting annoyed. Well, what did she want from him? He was in sole possession of one of the most advanced ships in the galaxy, and he had the smartest A.I. system of all time to boot. Sometimes, however, that was a thing to regret. Eve-the A.I.-was a machine, but she acted quite human. Chillingly human, somtimes. Rob was about to complain some more when he finally took the effot to glance out the window.

"Um. Wow."
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Ravean Space Police Database. File 14613.
You have selected Robert Pulson.
Robert Pulson is widely considered to be the most dangerous outlaw in Ravean space. Hijacker of the famous LightWave frigate-equipped with the most advanced weaponry and artifical intelligance Ravea has to offer-Pulson and his ship have started two small wars, seven International Incidents, and was heavily involved a rather embarrassing Incident that contained several three-breasted Slluvian strippers and an ungodly amount of string cheese.

Pulson has been confronted several times by Ravean space forces; those that have come in contact with him claim he is a complete idiot, and that his ship does all his work for him. Reports of this are still unsustained.

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"Uhhhhh...Eve, how many weapons in the universe could do something like that to a planet?" Rob gazed, awstruck, at the half-destroyed planet beneath him. He had always assumed that the Wrendas galaxy had been relatively peaceful. Who could have done this?

"No weapons could do this to a planet that I know of, Rob. It would take a thousand ships-each with twice my firepower-to scar a planet like such."

Rob narrowed his eyes. A fleet of enemy ships? Nothing Rob hadn't handeled before...But he had never seen something with quite as much firepower as Eve.

"Eve, send an open transmission to the planet for the survivors to pick up."
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~Transmission to any survivors on the decimated Omega planet~
This is Rob Pulson, a space outlaw and commander of the LightWave Frigate. You may or may not have ever heard of me before, but I assure you, I mean you know harm. I wish to help as many of you as I possibly can. Please respond back, with information on your attackers.
~End Transmission~

This is Rob Pulson, a space outlaw and commander of the LightWave Frigate. You may or may not have ever heard of me before, but I assure you, I mean you know harm. I wish to help as many of you as I possibly can. Please respond back, with information on your attackers.

Major Adrien Hale commanding the IZN Thunder, a Sumatra class super attack battleship, in orbit of Omega received the transmission.
“Kam, open up a response channel,” Hale ordered his chief of sciences Lieutenant Reyas Kamiro.
“Right sir,” Kam responded, “open.”
~Transmission to Rob Pulson from IZN Thunder~
We thank you for your message and welcome any assistance you can offer, we are unable to communicate with the people on Omega due to the complete ionisation of the atmosphere due to nuclear fall out. Scanners are also out. We believe that the attack was made by the Vagar Republic. A proud, reptilian, warrior race that we have peacefully lived with for over four hundred years. The new Overlord seems to hate us. We are sending every available ship to defend the borders.
~Transmission end.~

"....Complete Ionization? Hmnf. We may be getting into something that's more trouble than it's worth." Still. Thought Rob, There might be a big reward if I help these guys out.

Rob quickly found out all about the Vagar race as he could. Standard reptilian race, and great warriors by the looks of their ships and weapons. Still, no ship had yet matched Eve.

http://www.newtek.com/products/lightwave/profiles/S4Studios/images/Ship3.jpg
(A picture of Eve, in case yer Curious.)
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~Transmission from Rob Pulson To IZN Thunder~
That reminds me...I'm currently avilable for space combat contracting. Give me a big enough Reward, I'll join you. Trust me, Eve's not like any ordinary ship. You'd be glad if we came with you.

With a Flash that could be seen for miles around the Epoch dropped out of hyperspace.
"Send a transmission to the planet, and any ships they may have in the area. Tell them The Holy Empire of Mwarto has sent the Epoch to help. Expect us to be approaching from the south west of the planet." Captain Pearl said to his comm officer before turning back to the commanders he summoned.

Battalion Commanders Auron & Zorn Erratos, twins from the southern sector of Mwarto they are top notch warriors; Zorn specializes in battle tactics, Auron in defensive maneuvers. Mobile Suit Commander Trowa Barton was instrumental in the Reformation wars that account for Mwarto becoming a Holy Empire; his regiment of mobile suits are equipped with the most advanced weaponry and flight systems that money can buy. Lastly but definitely not least is Commander Gilroy of the Battleship Aegis.

They sat around a 1/100000 scale hologram of the planet and each registered shock in his own way. "Sensors show massive radiation coming off the planet. Anyone care to take a guess of what happened?"
"It looks like they were hit by a barrage of nukes but their planetary shields should have held up against that. Sir." Auron said.
"Not if they were down. Remember this area is ...was peaceful," his brother said. " Besides hit the shields with enough plasma, they'll fall."

"Commander Gilroy I want you and Commander Trowa to secure our perimeter and lanch some recon patrols to see if there are any other ships in the area." Captain Pearl looked at the hologram and supressed a shudder "I don't wanna be suprised by anything that can do that to a planet."

"Yes sir!" they chorused then left. " What about us sir." Auron asked.

"As soon as we get word from the planet you two will be taking your battalions planetside with medical supplies and food for any survivors." he couldn't help but shudder this time as he looked at the hologram. "we have to help out any way we can."

*Bridge Epoch*


Captain Pearl listened again to the chatter his comm officer had picked up from somewhere in the area."Send a message to the IZN Thunder." he said after taking a moment to listen to the transmission again.

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--Transmission to IZN Thunder--
This is Captain James Pearl of the Spacestation Epoch we have just arrived in the area and stand ready to assist you in any way possible. I have deployed my forces in the area and as soon as we get some word from the planet we will send help down to the surface. Who attacked you and why?
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Eve jumped suddenly and issued a warning to Rob.

Unidentified ship has just entered the area; arming all weaponry. Missle packs 1 through 12-armed. Topredo tubes 1 through 6-armed. Mine packs 1 through 10-armed. Miniguns 1, 2, 3, and 4-armed. Railguns 1 and 2-armed. Electro-magnetic cannons 1, 2, and 3-armed. Superlaser-Charging. All thrusters prepared for evasive manuveres. Aura is activated.

Eve's increadibly compact-and extensive-weapon system showed itself, even for an instant. Missle and torpedo launchers sprang from every part of the ship; mine tubes opened, and several different types of cannons started to warm up. Hidden thrusters appeared and started revving themselves. The ship started to glow a silver hue.

"Eve! Put those away, immedetly!"

The various weapons dissapered as quickly as they had come. Rob breathed a sigh of relief.

"You know, Eve, it would take a lot less energy and time to simply put the stealth on. Now everyone around us if probably out of their minds with worry. Try not to be so high strung, alright?!"

Rob took a close look at the newcomer as Eve analyzed it.

"That's the Epoch, if I'm not mistaken. A high-class space station under the control of...Erm...lets see. Ah yes, Mwarto, The Holy Empire of. Wasn't that out near Earth somewhere? Boy, it sure moves fast!" He frowned. "Eve, I'm not sure it would be good to attack that thing at all. Remember that big orange planet in the Sol system-the ninth one? I heard the Epoch blasted it so smithereens."

Eve suddenly went quite.

"'T'would probably be best if we laid low for a while. Let's just try to follow the Thunder around."

*Planet Omega Planetary Airspace*


Trowa and a small detachment of his mobile suits raced through space as they swept the immediate area of the planet. Suddenly the sensors in Trowa's mobile siut roared to life as they picked up ... something out there powering up the most massive weapons system he ever saw. Fingers flying he did a quick scan of the surrounding area to find nothing. "Whatever it was its in cloack now." he said to himself. Hefting the suits plasma cannon, and arming some of the missiles he he headed in the direction of the disturbance before it cloacked. He sent word to mobile suits under his command to continue the sweep. He then opened a general channel:

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--Basic Transmission--
Decloack and be recognized as friend or foe
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Eve had already manuvered silently out of the way of the suit's plasma rifle, and eased gently behind the machine before uncloaking.

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The Name is Rob Pulson. Don't worry, I'm a friendly. I'm moving out soon with the rest of the Zaon forces. Yer from the Mwarto Empire, right?

The coldness of space could be accurately compared to the steel floor of the slaver ship he was bound to. Despite the fact that the Driddish Empire had been wiped out on NS Earth proper, the majority of their space forces had remained intact. Their weapons where also far better than the assault rifles the Argonian patrol they'd run into where carrying. It seemed they'd turned to piracy & slave-trading to make ends meet.

Kesleth Kath had been an infantryman with the Argonian National Army, working to quell the uprising that had exploded in response to modernization. Most of his squad had been cut down or fatally wounded. There where a few survivors, but they where too badly injured for the Driddish to waste medical supplies on them, so they'd wasted ammo on them instead. Kes, as he was called, had taken a hyper-vee round to the helmet & luckily it had only knocked him out. He'd awoken with a nice bruise & lacking everything but his Army-issue underwear.

He was chained to the floor, angry as Hell, and hopelessly awaiting whatever the future had in store for him. He could fight, kill actually, pretty damn well. The alumisteel chains prevented him from using whatever talents he had, however. If he could only get free...

'Fucking humans... The Driddish are the worst... If only I could get loose...'

Kes rattled the chains furiously as he took stock of his options. If he could only get free...

The Name is Rob Pulson. Don't worry, I'm a friendly. I'm moving out soon with the rest of the Zaon forces. Yer from the Mwarto Empire, right?

"Holy..." Trowa turned his suit as fast as he could but he knew he was about to be blasted to bits. Then his mind reistered what he heard and he gave an audible sigh. He dearmed and owered down his plasma cannon.

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This is Trowa Barton commander of a regiment of mobile suits from the Holy Empire of Mwarto. When the time comes we will go with you. Sorry bout the chilly welcome but after seeing the damage done to the planet and your impressive ship... I just though I was going to engage those responsible.
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It's okay. Sorry about that little 'weapon show,' although from what I've heard your people have some pretty decent fire power as well. I'm in the same boat as you, however-I'm out to find what the hell made that rather large dent in that rather large planet.

Nice to meet you, Trowa.
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Mabey I'll see if I can steal it's weapons as well...Thought Rob Silently. That would be Mighty useful...

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--Transmission from the Epoch to Rob Puslar--
This is Captain James Pearl its a pleasure to meake your aqquaintance and I look forward to seeing you & your ship in action. My man Trowa tells me you have one of the most impressive ships he has ever seen. I'd like to send you a couple mobile suits for your disposal, piloted by my men of course
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Captain Pearl closed the channel to the LightWave Frigate and opened another to Trowa "I don't know why but I'm getting a wierd feeling bout this Rob Puslar. You stay near him no matter what you got me."
Without waiting for a reply he terminated the connection and went back to studying maps of the area .

*Planet Omega Airspace*

As the Battleship Aegis glided majestically through space Commander Gilroy became increasingly worried. It would be so easy for the Epoch to dissapear out here, and no one back home would be the wiser. Suddenly proximity alarms began ringing. seconds later the ship rocked under multiple blows. Commander Gilroy rushed to the bridge.

"What the hell hit us?! Raise shields! All personnel prepare for battle!" he yelled as he entered the bridge and made his way to the captain's seat.

"Some long-range ion torpedoes sir, we're following their reverse trajectory now. We'll have a target soon. Sir." one of the people at the ships consoles shouted back.

"Good scramble the fighters and load the proton topredoes. And somebody get me a drink!" He wathced as his words became actions.

"Sir! we have a visual" "On screen!" a hologram came on in the middle of the bridge and Commander Gilroy smiled in relief. Onscreen was a huge battleship but it was a Pirate Ship and they don't have the firepower to wipe out half a planet. As he watched the enemy ship lanuched fighters in every direction.

"Sir. Our forces are outnumbered two to one" someone said
"Heh. Its quality not quantity that counts. Target the enemy ship and fire all batteries on my mark. Chage the dark matter cannon and await my signal."
From the bridge he watched the ebb and flow of the battle. Brilliant stobes of light as the fighters launched their attacks. Silent explosions as those attacks found purchase. All thge while he kept an eye on the enemy battleship so when it fired again he was able to luanch countermeasures and intercept many of the torpedoes.The rest slammed into the ships shields.

"Fire all batteries!!" The torpedoes arced through space towards the enemy ship trailing smoke. some were shot down by enemy fighters but the rest made it to the enemy ship.
"Dark matter cannon fully charged sir."
Commander Gilroy smiled agin this time in anticipation. "Sound a retreat to the fighters keep it on an open channel. Then target the enemy battleship and wait for my orders."
His fighters heard the retreat and streamed back to the ship, with the enemy in tow. Commander Gilroy watched the hologram as the enemy ships came within range of his ships own guns. It was a slaughter. The enemy battle ship fired another barrage of torpedoes just as : "Sir. all fighters safely out of the line of fire."

"Good. Fire." he said simply. There was a flash of darkness and then everything in front of the Battleship Aegis was bombarded with particles of dark matter. The enemy fighters and battleship dissapeared in the darkness and when the cannon had finished discharching nothing remained. "Send word to the Epoch: There are Pirates coming to plunder whats left of the planet."

Rob frowned. In spite of the Mwarto battleship having some very nice firepower, it seemed to have neglected the six cloaked pirate frigates speeding upwards at it. Luckily for the Aegis, Eve noticed just in time.

"Eve, get into range and fire mine tubes 3, 7, and 9-formula XII!"

Eve responded instantly, cloaking herself and releasing her payload as soon as she got into range. The pirates gasped as the mines came out of nowhere, but they were easily able to avioid just three of the floating bombs.

But these were not exactly bombs.

The three mines suddenly went off with a blazing flash, blinding anyone nearby with a brilliant white light. Rob and Eve broke through the light, waltzing through the torpedos and rockets of the blinded and desprete pirates.

"Fire Missle tubes four and seven"

"Targets one and three eliminated."

"Lauch torpedos two, five, and six. Fire miniguns two and three."

"Targets four, five, and six eliminated."

"Center the Railguns...Charge to full power...Fire!"

"All targets destroyed. Good work, Rob."

Rob breathed heavily as he uncloaked and surveyed his work. He quickly send out a transmission.
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Mwarto Battleship, This is Rob Pulson. I've got your back; be on the lookout to engage any more Pirates that show up.

...

Nice guns, by the way.
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This is the Mwarto Battleship Aegis thans for the assistance. We'll keep our eyes open for more pirates. I'm Commander Girloy nice to have you with us Rob. Thats some pretty fancy weaponry you got there.
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Commander Gilroy scanned the ship he was seeing now against every ship in his database. He wanted to know where this Rob Pulsar got it from, and if it could be duplicated.

IZN Thunder – Communications Centre
Kam sat listening to the comm traffic in Thunder’s communications centre. This Rob Pulson was a fine character, he thought, criminal record as long as both my arms and seemingly trigger happy.
“Kam?” Lieutenant Major Aelyn Xaan entered the room, “Major Hale wants an update.”
“Well,” Kam responded, “I’ve been looking over the background of everyone that is here, Mr Pulson is the only… interesting character here.”
“Oh?” Xaan asked, “how do you mean?”
“Well he has a very extensive criminal record, including the theft of that ship.” Kam replied pointing to the diagram of the LightWave frigate.
“Well I’ll go and tell the Major.” Xaan left Kam to do his job.

Titan – Veskaland – Zaon Headquarters
“Sir!” A lieutenant called Fleet Admiral D’Sorro over to the communications desk.
“What is it?” D’Sorro asked.
“It is a data transmission from IZN Thunder sir.” The lieutenant replied.
Well save it and tell them to continue working.” D’Sorro responded.
“Aye.” The lieutenant answered.

IZN Thunder – Bridge
“Sir! Vagar vessel in system.” First Lieutenant Airyth Vaena looked up from her console.
“Kam,” Major Hale pressed a button on the arm of his chair, “get to the bridge quickly.
“On my way sir,” Kam responded through the ships comm system.
“Airyth? Get us right up close .” Hale ordered.
“Aye.” Airyth responded. She pressed a series of commands into the console and two joysticks rose out of the panelling. Airyth preferred the use of the ‘manual steering column’ to just entering commands into a computer and doing none of the actual flying.

Thunder gained speed and zoomed towards the lead Alien ship. In several places the hull retracted to reveal hidden neutron torpedo tubes and proton beam cannons. The shield generators increased to maximum as the ship came closer to the Aliens.
“Vagar ship identified as Rotarian sir.” Kam reported after taking a few scans of the outer hull.
“Rotarian eh?” Hale responded, “Fire torpedoes at their starboard shield generator. That should knock out their whole system.”

Thunder fires its forward torpedos and hits the shields, the shields are temporarily ruptured and the second and third torpedos hit the generator blowing it up.

“Airyth get us closer to the engines, Kam fire at will.” Hale ordered.
“Sir!” Kam called, “That is the ship that fired on Omega, traces of Omega’s atmosphere are embedded in their hull fissures!”

Once again the sensors in Trowa's suit went bananas as somethinh out there powered its weapons system. This time he decided to call for backup.

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--- To Rob Pulson ---
Hey buddy did you pick that up too. I'm going to investigate. You follow me in as soon as possible. Ok?
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He fired the suits thrusters and took off in the direction of the fighting. Before too long his suit's sensors picked up a spacebattle going on not too much further. Suddenly his suit is fired on! He manages to dodge and spins the suit to face his attacker. On his suit's radar he seee multiple incoming unfriendlies and he arms his weapon system. Lifting the 90mm Vulcan cannon on his left arm and commences his attack.

Dodging in between enemy gunfire he lets loose with his missiles destroying two enemy fighters. Then the vulcan cannon roars to life destroying 3 more. His sensors show an unfriendly battleship closing in; and its disgogring more fighters into the area. I hope Rob got my message he thinks to himself, while downing another fighter with the 40mm guns in the suit's head. just in case He opens a chanel back to the Epoch: " Captain Pearl I'm engaging the enemy in sector 2. I repeat I'm engaging the enemy in sector 2. Not Pirates."

Concentrating back on the matter at hand he charges his plasma cannon and takes out some more enemy fighters.help better get here soonhe thinks as gunfire rips into his suit. The armor holds but he doesn't know how much longer it will.

There was a commotion in the cockpit... By the excited tones of the pilot & the Astros on board, Kes guesses there was some sort of trouble up ahead. That could be a good or bad thing for someone in his position...

He didn't know it, but the small Driddish pirate fleet consisted of sixteen Predator-type space superiority fighters (Four 240-280kw plasma cannons & two proton missile tubes w/ two racks of four missiles per tube. Particle/Energy-type shielding. Composite/Alumisteel armor plating), a modified cargo vessel that acted as a carrier for refueling & repair purposes, and finally a medium-sized Hunter-Killer frigate (sixteen anti-fighter plasma batteries 340-420kw, eight heavy plasma batteries 850-990kw, and ten proton missile tubes w/eight racks of four missiles per tube. Capital ship-grade Particle/Energy shielding. Depelted Uranium encased in Alumisteel & composite layering armor plating.

The Astros (Driddish Vaccum-Deployable Marines) where armed with the standard AAS12T, an automatic shotgun that fired heavy tungsten slugs at over 3100fps & Puma .357 caliber semiautomatics. There'd been an automatic weapon employed against Kes' patrol, which had been a PMG9T. The PMG9T was a small, personal belt-fed minigun that fired 9mm tungsten rounds at around 4300fps at a rate of 1500rpm. Designed for close-quarters use, it had torn Kes' patrol to shreds. The Astros themselves where around two hundred in number. Fifteen where on the cargo vessel Kes was held on, the others defended the frigate.

The deck rocked like an earthquake, spilling Kes across it to the point that his wrists nearly broke from the stress the chains put on them. With a growl he pulled himself into a sitting position & noticed that the anchors for his left chain had come out of the floor slightly, enough to get a few clawed fingers under. With mighty tugs he was able to loosen it enough that he could get a length of the chain under it & was able to use the chain for leverage. With a metallic clatter Kes rolled backwards... The chain had come loose.

It was clear now what he had to do. Kes jumped, kicked, and generally acted like a mental case, making as much noise as possible. His plan worked. An AAS12T-wielding Astro entered through the bulkhead door, shutting it behind him. He wasn't wearing the power suit that allowed him to survive in space, so killing him should be easy. The 5.56mm rounds from Kes' M16A4 hadn't done a damn thing against the armor before he'd been captured, but Humans bled easily when removed from their manufactured shells...

Kes whipped the loose chain out at knee-level, wrapping the man's leg tight enough that the Argonian could yank him off his feet. He landed with the barrel of his shotgun squarely alinged with Kes' head. Kes managed to kick the barrel to the left an inch or so as the man fired, blowing a dinnerplate-sized hole in the wall behind him. Wrapping the chain around his hand a few times, Kes drilled the Astro in the face with a bone-crushing haymaker. He kept swinging until the man went limp, then broke his neck for good measure.

Kes blew the remaining chain anchor into shards of twisted metal with the shotgun, freeing himself from the floor. He didn't have much time. The compartment he was in was directly behind the cockpit, and the pilot plus the other fourteen Astro troopers where armed. The weapon's display showed the number '9' in glowing red. After searching the body, Kes had secured three magazines for the shotgun, plus a Puma handgun & two magazines for it. He also took the dead man's pants, it was cold on the ship & his reptillian body was particularly sensetive to that sort of climate.

The Argonian fired a pair of rounds through the bulkhead door, the first blowing off the pilot's right shoulder & the second wrecking the flight controls, sending the ship into a slow, clockwise spin. He'd gotten lucky. The pilot, screaming & clawing at the bloody crater where his shoulder used to be was no threat, even less so after Kes tore his larynx out.

The cockpit had three doors: One led back into the holding cell, the other two to corridors that led to other parts of the ship. Troops would certainly be coming in fast, so Kes chose the far right door...

Supreme Commander Cid highwind Sits grimm faced as he recalls the urgency and fear in the voice of his comm tech, when suddenly "Commander we have arrived." annouced first mate Jagera- Jagera has been with the commander and the gemini since it was built 50 years ago-"I'l be right there." as he left he almost forgot the 50 cal. magnum his father kept with him "Cant leave this." after he gatherd his things he headed to the bridge,as he stepped through the door "Status report I wanna know everything Jagera?" "Not much yet we've only just arrived" Jagera replies "Well give me an open comm link." "Yes sir." as he waits for this he remembers everything Jagera has done for him and the crew "Open comm." says Jagera "Thanks. to any surviors this is the Commander of the Gemini space station-Which is really 2 stations-Cid Highwind from the HolyEmpire NeoOlympus we have come to asist in way please reply soon in the meantime we will be searching for any signs Gemini out"
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There was a commotion in the cockpit... By the excited tones of the pilot & the Astros on board, Kes guesses there was some sort of trouble up ahead. That could be a good or bad thing for someone in his position...

He didn't know it, but the small Driddish pirate fleet consisted of sixteen Predator-type space superiority fighters (Four 240-280kw plasma cannons & two proton missile tubes w/ two racks of four missiles per tube. Particle/Energy-type shielding. Composite/Alumisteel armor plating), a modified cargo vessel that acted as a carrier for refueling & repair purposes, and finally a medium-sized Hunter-Killer frigate (sixteen anti-fighter plasma batteries 340-420kw, eight heavy plasma batteries 850-990kw, and ten proton missile tubes w/eight racks of four missiles per tube. Capital ship-grade Particle/Energy shielding. Depelted Uranium encased in Alumisteel & composite layering armor plating.

The Astros (Driddish Vaccum-Deployable Marines) where armed with the standard AAS12T, an automatic shotgun that fired heavy tungsten slugs at over 3100fps & Puma .357 caliber semiautomatics. There'd been an automatic weapon employed against Kes' patrol, which had been a PMG9T. The PMG9T was a small, personal belt-fed minigun that fired 9mm tungsten rounds at around 4300fps at a rate of 1500rpm. Designed for close-quarters use, it had torn Kes' patrol to shreds. The Astros themselves where around two hundred in number. Fifteen where on the cargo vessel Kes was held on, the others defended the frigate.

The deck rocked like an earthquake, spilling Kes across it to the point that his wrists nearly broke from the stress the chains put on them. With a growl he pulled himself into a sitting position & noticed that the anchors for his left chain had come out of the floor slightly, enough to get a few clawed fingers under. With mighty tugs he was able to loosen it enough that he could get a length of the chain under it & was able to use the chain for leverage. With a metallic clatter Kes rolled backwards... The chain had come loose.

It was clear now what he had to do. Kes jumped, kicked, and generally acted like a mental case, making as much noise as possible. His plan worked. An AAS12T-wielding Astro entered through the bulkhead door, shutting it behind him. He wasn't wearing the power suit that allowed him to survive in space, so killing him should be easy. The 5.56mm rounds from Kes' M16A4 hadn't done a damn thing against the armor before he'd been captured, but Humans bled easily when removed from their manufactured shells...

Kes whipped the loose chain out at knee-level, wrapping the man's leg tight enough that the Argonian could yank him off his feet. He landed with the barrel of his shotgun squarely alinged with Kes' head. Kes managed to kick the barrel to the left an inch or so as the man fired, blowing a dinnerplate-sized hole in the wall behind him. Wrapping the chain around his hand a few times, Kes drilled the Astro in the face with a bone-crushing haymaker. He kept swinging until the man went limp, then broke his neck for good measure.

Kes blew the remaining chain anchor into shards of twisted metal with the shotgun, freeing himself from the floor. He didn't have much time. The compartment he was in was directly behind the cockpit, and the pilot plus the other fourteen Astro troopers where armed. The weapon's display showed the number '9' in glowing red. After searching the body, Kes had secured three magazines for the shotgun, plus a Puma handgun & two magazines for it. He also took the dead man's pants, it was cold on the ship & his reptillian body was particularly sensetive to that sort of climate.

The Argonian fired a pair of rounds through the bulkhead door, the first blowing off the pilot's right shoulder & the second wrecking the flight controls, sending the ship into a slow, clockwise spin. He'd gotten lucky. The pilot, screaming & clawing at the bloody crater where his shoulder used to be was no threat, even less so after Kes tore his larynx out.

The cockpit had three doors: One led back into the holding cell, the other two to corridors that led to other parts of the ship. Troops would certainly be coming in fast, so Kes chose the far right door...

Three tungsten slugs greeted him as the door opened. Kes blind-fired around the bulkhead, then rolled to his feet in front of the far-left door. Hopefully he'd have better luck. No gunfire greeted him, and he charged down the corridor, weapon held at the high ready. Again, he was lucky...

The first door he came across was an equipment locker. Kes grabbed a duty belt & a ballistic vest. Hastily he shoved magazines into ammo pouches & his handgun into a holster. His eyes fell apon a set of rectangular objects: Driddish shipboard grenades. Kes shoved the three brick-like objects into their respective pouches as well. He left the locker open, and continued down the hall.

Door number two was a bunk room, containing two Astros. Kes quickly blew them away. Footlockers sat at the end of each bunk, locked with a keypad. A tungsten slug worked pretty well as an access code, however. Within was a white T-shirt that actually fit & a uniform top that matched his pants. They where tucked into the back portion of the belt. Assuming he got off this infernal ship he'd have something to wear. The black & red Driddish military colors appealed to him, more so than the green color of his Army uniform. Kes seriously doubted that he'd wear that uniform ever again. He had no idea where he was, much less how he'd get home.

The corridor was still clear, so he continued down it at a quick pace. At the end was a turbolift. Kes punched the 'HANGAR' key & it dropped to that particular floor. The hangar contained six Astro troopers set up in defensive positions. Kes dove out of the turbolift & rolled behind a stack of supply crates. He had four rounds remaining in his shotgun magazine, plus three more with ten each. This would be interesting...

Rob jumped as several alarms went off through the ship. One was a warning; it seemed that an enemy Vagar vessel-perhaps the one that had attacked Omega, Rob suspected-was closing near the IZN Thunder. Another was a transmission from Trowa Barton, who was heavily occupied by Vagar fighters in the same sector. Rob decide that Barton was more of a prioraty at the moment; the Thunder could take care of itself.

Instead of helping Trowa out at once, Rob decided to assess the pilot's abilaties first. Marvelous!Thought Rob. What speed, what reflexes! The guy was good, especially for a Mobile Suit pilot. Still, no amount of skill can make up for lost armor-and Trowa was quite low on that.

Three fighters were destroyed immedietly as Rob and Eve dove into the battle with several Rail Gun discharges. Eve's Miniguns started to rake a few more fighters as Rob fired several of her missile packs. Eve's quick offence in addition to Trowa's expert accuracy had soon destroyed all the remaining fighters around them.
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~Closed Trasmission to Trowa Barton~
Good shooting, Trowa. You're quite a bit better than I assumed you were, and you were fantastic proving me wrong. We had better go see what the
IZN Thunder is up to with that Vagar Battleship.
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Rob rasied his eyebrows as he picked up yet another trasmission-this time from a new source! The Gemini space station-which Rob had heard of before, but he was not very farmiliar with it-had evidently arrived to help out as well. Slightly nervous that all the Bigwig stations and ships from around the many galixes were meeting in one place, Rob cloaked Eve and rushed towards the IZN Thunder.

Trowa's breath caught in his lungs. This was it, his end. Low on armor surrounded by enemy fighters and a battleship. He smiled, They'll never take me he thought as he dodged some missiles and shot down another fighter. But more were coming off of the battleship and he was no where near the initial disturbance that had brought him out this way.The only way he was going to make it he had to destroy the battle ship. His only chance of that was the plasma cannon if he could manuever behind the battleship and hit the engines he could cause a chain reaction that would destroy it. Spinning in place he fired his vulcan cannon in a full 360 degress downing most of the fighters. Then he quickly punched up maximum burn and was behid the battleship before it could fire on him. "This has to be precise." he mumbled to himself before firing his plasma cannon.

BOOOOOM!!!!!!!

It worked but he couldn't rest jst yet there were still fighters left. Trowa said his prayers and prepared for what he thought was his last battle. Then 3 enemy fighters blew up and there was the LightWave Frigate to rescue. Together they made short work of the rest of the fighters.


Good shooting, Trowa. You're quite a bit better than I assumed you were, and you were fantastic proving me wrong. We had better go see what the
IZN Thunder is up to with that Vagar Battleship.


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Thanks man. I owe you my life. I need to head back to the Epoch to refuel and re-arm. I'll send some mobile dolls with you to see whats up with the Thunder then I'll be along. The dolls can be controlled with simple radio signals
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Still looking for surviors the Gemini came across what looked like a recent battle. Furengi-Furengi was a prince form Neo when one day he was framed for his fathers murder and exiled which is why he can sometimes be a pain in the neck-the Master at arms noticed it as the station was making another sweap of the area "You there zoom in on that wreakage." "Yes sir." the technician said as it came into focus Furengi instantly says "Raise all the troops and bring the engines to a halt. Inform Highwind that there is something that needs his attention at once." "Aye aye." As Highwind converses with Jagera about how to inform the Grandruler of Neo there is a knock at the door that is most unwelcome. "What the hell I thought i said we were not to be disturbed." Jagera bellowed "Yes sir I know but Master Furengi says that there is something you must see. he thinks we found it." instantly the door opens up and a very bewildered face looks the cadet in the eyes. "Are you sure." "Thats what he said."

=The bridge a few seconds later=
"Have we found it?" Highwind inquires "Sorry sir false alarm upon a better inspection of my own doing-see what im talking about-I've found out that it is was a Vagar Battleship and a couple hundred star fighters. We have a trail leading away from here but we're not sure in which direction" Highwind considers this a moment and says "We activate the seperation-The seperation is what makes the station so uniqe it's really 2 stations-and send Deimos to the west and Phobos to the east and meet back here in 5 hours unless we encounter resistence, Jagera you be on the Deimos And Furengi you be on the Phobos understood." "Sir we just got a message from the Absolution Atraiyu-The Grandrulers son-is wondering what is happening out here he says send coordinates for asistence." "The Absol is out here!!!!" Jagera turns to Highwind "Sir we must not let him get into this fight." "I know I'll be on the support ship the Paradox stalling for you to help end this quickly in the meantime do as i say" in unison "Yes sir!"
=1 lightyear away on the bridge of the Absolution Sit a furious Atraiyu=
=End Transmissiom=

Three tungsten slugs greeted him as the door opened. Kes blind-fired around the bulkhead, then rolled to his feet in front of the far-left door. Hopefully he'd have better luck. No gunfire greeted him, and he charged down the corridor, weapon held at the high ready. Again, he was lucky...

The first door he came across was an equipment locker. Kes grabbed a duty belt & a ballistic vest. Hastily he shoved magazines into ammo pouches & his handgun into a holster. His eyes fell apon a set of rectangular objects: Driddish shipboard grenades. Kes shoved the three brick-like objects into their respective pouches as well. He left the locker open, and continued down the hall.

Door number two was a bunk room, containing two Astros. Kes quickly blew them away. Footlockers sat at the end of each bunk, locked with a keypad. A tungsten slug worked pretty well as an access code, however. Within was a white T-shirt that actually fit & a uniform top that matched his pants. They where tucked into the back portion of the belt. Assuming he got off this infernal ship he'd have something to wear. The black & red Driddish military colors appealed to him, more so than the green color of his Army uniform. Kes seriously doubted that he'd wear that uniform ever again. He had no idea where he was, much less how he'd get home.

The corridor was still clear, so he continued down it at a quick pace. At the end was a turbolift. Kes punched the 'HANGAR' key & it dropped to that particular floor. The hangar contained six Astro troopers set up in defensive positions. Kes dove out of the turbolift & rolled behind a stack of supply crates. He had four rounds remaining in his shotgun magazine, plus three more with ten each. This would be interesting...

As 12 gage tungsten shells pelted his cover, Kes fiddled with one of the shipboard grenades. Boxy & slightly rubbery, they wouldn't roll past their targets & would bounce a bit. He tapped the small red 'ARM' button, then tossed the thing towards a group of three. It fell short, landing instead next to a drum of fighter fuel. The resulting explosion was nothing short of fantastic.

The superheated drum spiraled off out the containment field, into the cold vaccum where it rapidly cooled off. The Astros, however, got showered with the flaming liquid & quickly burned to death. A slug blew through one of the empty containers he was behind, slamming into the wall next to the turbolift...

"Fuck! Three down, three to go..."

Another grenade flew towards the next set of three, landing in front of the supply crates they where firing from behind. The small explosive blew, sending crates flying across the bay. One smashed into Kes' position, others toppling on top of him. The Astros had been scattered a few feet from the blast zone, one with a crate embedded squarely in his chest. Kes squirmed out from under the crate pile & fired from the prone at a retreating Astro, blowing a portion of his chest away. He fired again & missed as the final trooper dove behind one of the crates Kes' grenade had scattered. For the Hell of it, Kes fired center mass at the crate & blew a hole clean through it, taking the Astro's head off in the process...

"Shit... Ruined his day..."

The Argonian soldier muttered as he swapped out magazines in his shotgun. Now it was time to find a way off this tub...

Sitting in the captains chair and viewing the planet once more Captain Pearl wearily rubbed his forehead. His forces had been engaging pirates and unknown enemies for hours and still no word from anyone in the region. The only reason he didn't leave was Rob Pulsar. Twice now this Pulsar character had saved his men, twice. And where the people who sent the distress beacon nowhere in site.

"Sir! you might wanna take a look at this." his comm officer said holdin out a piece of paper.
"What is it?" he said taking the page. It was a picture of a spacestaion far more advanced than his own. The comm officer handed him another page. On this one the station had split into two pieces that could fly seperately. "Whoa. Thats a neat trick. what is this a new model station from home?"

"No sir. Thats out there somewhere." answered the officer pionting to the hologram of the planet.

"open a channel to the peice thats closest to us."

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-- closed transmission to unknown ship --
This is Captain James Pearl of the Spacestaion Epoch we are a friendly to ruined planet below you. State your business in this area.
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"man, someone set them up the bomb."
"You are an officer in the Milita of House Jen-Kira, such talk is beneath you."
"yes, but.."
"I know the history of this vessel class as well as you."
"very well Sir, what are your orders?"
"dispatch a patrol, no pods, and open a channel."
"as you command."

This is Commander Mhew of the Jen-Kira militia. to Unknown planet:
what is your situation?


{ooc:In case you hadn't guessed, I'm using some ZERO WING tech.}

On board the Phobos Master Furengi is go over his plan for his troops to do a concentrated mass sweep of the area when a call comes through on his comm link "Sir we just got a message from an unknown source that claims to be friendly." "So what does he want?" "He wants to know what is our status in the fight" "Really? notify the Paradox and the Deimos of this. then get all ships and troops ready to sweep the area as planned" "Yes sir" as the commlink shuts off Furengi thinks to himself should he send the Absolution the coordinates to his position "Cadet west hold off on all my incoming transmissions I'll be very busy" "Understood"

=Onboard the Pardox brigde=
Comm officer Talia sees her screen flash "Whats this a message" 'gasp' she instantly opens a comm link to Highwinds chamber "Commander we have urgent business that you must attend to" "What?" Replies a half sleep Highwind "I said we just got a message from the Phobos and you need to get up here-Talia and Jagera is the only officers that can speak to him any way they want-right now" "Okay I'm on my way" minutes later "I thought you said that you were own the way" "I was still a little sleepy. What is all this about waking me before my time" "We just got a message from the Phobos saying that there is a friendly that wants to know are status, before you tell me to open a comm link to them the Phobos Will come into contact within 6 hours" But that exceeds the time limit" "I know but Master Furengi sent instructions for us to meet him at these coordinates" she hands him a piece of paper "Okay its a date I'll be in my quarters resting"
=End Transmission=

*[/B]Bridge of the Aegis[B]*

"Get me a drink." said Commander Gilroy as he entered the bridge from his quarters. "And an update on whats been goin on since i went to sleep." As his men scrambled to obey he looked at the hologram of the planet and wondered for the millionth time what could do that to a planet short of a full scale nuclear bombardment. The dark matter cannon on his own ship couldn't do that much damage, close but not quite.

"Here sir." a sodlier handed him his drink and a stack of papers. As he leafed through the pile he sipped his drink and contemplatd this war he had been fighting. Since his initial encounter with the pirates there have been multiple engagements with them, each more desperate than the last. Looking out into space he tought he aw the distortion characteristic of a cloacked ship. "Raise shields and prepare for battle. Switch scanners to detect engine discharge and thermal imaging. And just in case charge the dark matter cannon."

"Conducting sensor sweep" He needn't have bothered as soon as the Aegis' sields went up the other ship dropped out of cloak and fired!

"Evasive maneuvers. Launch all fighters. load all torpedoe and missile tubes. Target the enemy bridge and shield generators. I'm goin to end this quickly." As he watched the enemy ship it turned tail and power up its hyperdrive engines. "You're not getting away like that!! Target the engine and fire all torpedoes!!" The torpedoes arced through space heading straight for the other ships engines.

"Direct hit sir!! They won't be going anywhere." one of Gilroy's officer said as the torpedoes all fount purchase. They must have hit something vital because all over the enemy ship small explosions could be seen and still the enemy did'nt launch fighters to engage Gilroy's.

"Fire on their shield generators and let our fighters finish it off" The enemy ship sat dead in space as the missiles form the Aegis slammed into the sheild generators crippling it further. Gilroy's fighters then swarmed the enemy ship firing mercillessly over and over. one fighter targeted the bridge and lt loose its ion rockets completely disabling the ship.
"Leave them. Call back the fighters and lets get out of here before this guys friends show up. We're heading back to the Epoch."

Kes was still looking worridly around the hangar bay, when a laser-scarred Predator scooted into the bay, landing a dozen or so feet away from him. The pilot jumped out, unaware an escaped slave-to-be was standing not twelve feet away with an automatic shotgun & a somewhat angry disposition...

BLAM!

And he never would know, not with that chunk of his head missing... The Argonian loaded the shotgun & his equipment into the cockpit's storage compartment, located behind the seat. After accomplishing this task, he stripped the pilot of his flightsuit, helmet, and sidearm. The helmet was the wrong type for his species, but the fact that he'd blow half of it off made the fitting easier. Amazingly, the HUD still worked. Now clad in the black and red flightsuit, Kes strapped himself in & toyed with the controls until the thing took off.

From there, it was pretty easy... Stick left... and the piece of shit went to the right... Kes wasn't happy with this control scheme. The triggers, however, worked fine. The index finger triggers sprayed a lethal pattern of plasma bolts, green fire melting through the alumisteel decks. The thumb triggers fired highly destructive proton missiles, which Kes discovered on accident when he blew a hole through the back wall. This destroyed something vital, because the containment field shut down & everthing with the exception of Kes' fighter was sucked out of the bay & into cold vaccum.

With a shrug, the soldier manuvered the fighter out & away from the ship, leaving it to spin aimlessly in space. The frigate would most likely give chase... Something exploded far out towards the planet's surface...

'Maybe I can lure them into a fight...'

The Argonian punched the SOS button, which activated the distress beacon. Hopefully that would keep the other military presences from firing at him & focus their attention on the pirate fleet behind him. The other fifteen fighters gave chase, as did the frigate...

'Holy shit... Ho-leee shit... Not fuckin' good...'

The small fighter sped towards the distant space battle, where he'd hopefully find some help...

OOC: what do the posts by the wandering argonan have in common with the current storyline? Absolutely nothing i waish you would stop posting that crap in this thread as it breaks up the story and slows down the pace of the action!!!!!

OOC: You've ignored my presence since I entered this thread, and I am trying to detail & justify my character's presence in this part of space. The 'space battle', if you could call it that, that he's heading for is your little skirmish.

Perhaps you should slow down the action a bit & wait for our host to post again? All I've seen for the past three pages are a hodgepodge of japanese mecha rip-offs & slaughtering of cannonfodder extras, but nothing from Velskaland about our intended foe.

Now that I've posted something that follows the storyline in a more obvious fashion, perhaps we can continue...

*Ahem*

WA, prepare to be rescued.

Mwarto, lay off WA-he always makes an RP interesting, and I'm glad to have him around.

*Ahem*

WA, prepare to be rescued.

Mwarto, lay off WA-he always makes an RP interesting, and I'm glad to have him around.

OOC: I appreciate your support, Ravea. Now, on with the RP. It's these little sidebars that break up the action, not my little side-stories that branch into the mainstream plot-line.

Rob rubbed his chin as Trowa sped away, his place taken by four Mobile Dolls. Using a series of complex computer codes, Rob managed to patch Eve's Conscious into each doll, making them a hell of a lot more deadlier than before. Rob had never been very good at remotly controlling anything anyways; better to have Eve guide them. Rob was just about to speed off towards the IZN Thunder when an SOS signal caught his eye. Eve manuvered to view a single fighter being persued by a small fleet of ships. Eve quickly identified the fleet as Driddish, a species that, last Rob had heard, Died out. Guess NOt, Rob though.

Eve quickly dropped into stealth mode, making it appear as though only four mobile suits were planning on taking out the Driddish fleet. Eight fighters broke off from their pursuit to deal with the Mobile Suits; the Dolls fired thier plasma rifle in unision, taking out a pair of fighters. The remaining six targets went into a complex series of manuvers, taking potshots at their opponents. The Dolls-Contolled by Eve-darted in an out of the fire as best they could and managed to take out three more ships using missles and rifles. Still, Manuverabilaty proved supreme as the remaining three Driddish ships mercilessly pummled the Dolls, destroying two and disabiling another. The last doll fired it's full arsenal, eradicating two more fighters; Thinking that he Mobile Suit was defenseless, the final Driddish fighter went in for the kill. Eve fired up the Doll's afterburner, sending it into a kamakazi mission that destroyed both fighter and mobile suit.

Eve and Rob uncloaked suddenly and dove into battle, stopping straight in front of the enemy Frigate.

"Eve! Fire a spread pattern on Missile tubes 2, 3, 5, 6, and 9! That should keep the fighters busy. In the meantime, start charging the supercannon. Let's annoy this Frigate for a while, then blast it!"

Several dozen missles erupted from Eve and sped after the fighters, who were forced to break off their pursuit and begin defensive manuevers. Eve and the Driddish frigate, meanwhile, started to spar ferouciously. Rob knew that he had to take out the Frigate's shields for his laser to be very effective. Eve dodged a pair of proton torpedoes and spun to the left, raking the Driddish starfighter with her electric cannons and railguns. The enemy frigate shook angrily, but remained undamaged. Eve, meanwhile, was unable to avoid a sharp plasma blast that issued out of the Driddish cannons. The deadly plasma rammed into the Eve's side...and vanished, leaving the ship untouched!

Energy Aura, buddy, Though Rob, grinning. Any energy you throw at Eve will be directly absorbed and patched into her own system. It'll take a hell of a lot of energy to overload her, too. Still, not much use for missiles. We had better avoid those proton torpedoes.

Eve quickly fired a torpedo off her starboard side, which smashed into the Driddish energy shield generator, destroying it. Rob manuvered directly to the front of the frigate.

"Fire the Superlaser!"

A bright blue beam lanced through the Driddish ship as though it was invisable. The vessel was litterally an empty shell of metal once the thick laser died out.

"Fire Missile tubes One and Four, and reload the rest of our weapons. That should take care of those fighters out there."

The missiles targeted the remaining fighters-now only two-and quickly turned them into dust. Eve jetted in front of the fighter that had signaled the SOS and pointed her guns at it menecingly.
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~Transmission to Driddish StarFighter~
This is Rob Pulson, pilot of the LightWave Frigate. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't blast you into pieces, you Driddish Scum!
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=On the bridge of the Ascalon=
As the ship is investigating a false becon signal they get a message "This is Azral of the Deimos commander Jagera needs you to get back asap"-The Ascalon is the support ship of the Deimos-"We'll be right there" replies the officer of the deck.

=Hanger of the Deimos=
Jagera and Azral await the return of the Ascalon when "Sir we just recieved a message from the Phobos they made contact of sorts with a ship that classifies its self as friendly" Jagera considers this a moment then his comm link crackels with activity "If anyone is getting this..." the link goes flat then comes back but he can only hear the words "Ascalon" and "Under attack" instantly he springs into action "Comm officer trace the last communication that came trough on my link" as he does Jagera can only wait in horror and distress as the c/o replies his voice is filled with pain "Sir that was a distress call from the Ascalon there gone" "What?" replies Azral "Get the Paladin and the Pegasus fully armed ready for battle" minutes later Azral and Jagera plioting their mobile suits are engaged in a grueling battle with what used to be 5 vagar fighters but now are only 2 and a half-one thought he could get away-as the Pegasus targets the injured fighter he sees the other two fly away from a wrecked Paladin Jagera presses the berseker switch and spreads his arms to let the hidden compatrments to open all over the suit "This is for you Azral" he says as he destroys the remaining fighters barely missing the Paladin-or whats left-he turns to leve when he sees a shimmer of light coming towards him as the ship that fired it uncloaks he realizes that its a vagar battleship and that the only chance he has is the omega photon cannon his suit has but it must be charged so he begins to fly straight for the brigde luanching whats left of his missiles weaving all over the place trying to dodge the barage of the ship as he nears the ship his cannon reaches full charge and he lines up the shot so that it will hit the engine while he is donig this he gets hit 3 times by cannons "No surrender No retreat No mercy!!!!!" he yells as he fires the cannon completly obliterating the ship and tossing him back a few feet when a transmission comes through "You almost hit me with the beserker attack" "Azral you're okay!" no reply "Must've passed out" reasons Jagera when he begins to send word he relizes that he is to far from the Deimos and instead sends an open transmission saying he needs help then he activates the homing beacon.

The Rotarian accelerated straight for the smaller battle taking place. It fired torpedos at the IZN Thunder and the LightWave frigate, The IZN Thunder returned fire but only grazed the adaptive shields.
Thousands of fighters spewed out of the Rotarian’s hangars, all zooming towards the WA ship.

The Rotarian was now on the other side of Omega, ready to finish what it started three days before, the torpedo loaded into the tube.
Then fired.

"Sir,! one ship, very large, it has just opened fire on the planet, only one missle detected, massive energy signature though. numerous fighters detected, headed for that little scuffle over there"
"can we intecept?"
"unlikely for the fighters, the missle: Unknown."
"Ready all Gunstars, Move ZIG!!"

Just as Commander Gilroy's ship was heading back to the Epoch, the last scanner sweep picked up 3 blips on the other side of the planet, it seemed to be a small fleet except for the fact that two were considerably ahead of one of them and the one behind was quite larger then the other two

*Aboard the Last Hope*
Captain Canderon sat rigidly in the command chair "Have we lost them yet Lt.?" "No sir, that Dreadnought is still persuing us, and the Explorer has reported heavy damage to its aft shield generator, it can't take much more!" "Alright then put our ship between them and the Dreadnought before they lose their aft shields" "But sir our shields are weaker that those of the Explorer which is a Cruiser class ship, we're just a Frigate, we wouldn't last 5 minutes vs. that Dreadnought's firepower!" "I said do it Lt.!" "Alright Captain"
the frigate Last Hope veered behind the Explorer, blocking the dreadnought's line of fire against it
realizing he couldn't fire on the Explorer's already weakened shields anymore, the commander of the dreadnought fired all batteries and torpedoes at the Last Hope's aft shield generators and docking bays hoping to cripple it
"Captain! Incoming torpedoes!" "Brace for impact! and launch countermeasures!" "Sir their launching fighters!" "Launch all fighter squadrons! we need to get clear from that things gravity field generator!"
Explosions rocked the Last Hopes aft area, the shields held but just barely, fighters spewed out of the Dreadnought as the Last Hope and Explorer launched their meager squadrons and an all out dogfight between the fighters engaged right between the Dreadnought and Cpt. Canderon's fleet, the dreadnought could no longer get a clear shot at the Last Hope, but neither could the Last Hope get any good shots at the dreadnought, so the fight raged on, the Explorer had a damaged engine so their chances of making it out of this looked slim to none

Alarms blared all over the Aegis' bridge as the ships scanners picked up a distress beacon and homing signal from a severly damaged mobil suit some where in the area. Thinking it was Trowa, Gilroy ordered the ship be turned around and they raced thriugh space trying to make it to the source befor it was too late."Scramble all fighters, load all torpedo tubes, scan the area for unfriendlies" he commanded as they reached the area the beacon was coming from. Thats not Trowa he thought o himself as the mobile suit came into view.


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--Transmission to unknown mobile suit and damaged ship--
This is Commander Gilroy of the Battleship Aegis and we heard your distress beacon. Power down all weapon systems and come abaord ship. I reapeat power down all weapon systems and come abaord ship we will take care of you.
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{ok, the situation as I see it: we have a significant cluster of ships more or less in orbit of a heavily bombarded planet, a very large missle is headed for the planet, most the ships in the cluster are focused on an escape pod carrying an escaped prisoner. the ship that launched the missle has also sent a large number of fighters at the mob around the escape pod. my own ship is still a distance awy, and has launched it's own fighters, most to the cluster to engage the hostile fighters, some to attempt to destroy the missile before it hits.}

"hawkwave control reports a shooting solution on the enemy missle, requesting permission to fire."
"and if we miss?"
"82% chance of planetary impact."
"we could kill a lot of civillians with that blast, how's the fighter intercept?"
" 25% probability effective intercept, assuming it is consistant with the weapon that caused the previous damage.
"We shall have to risk it, permission granted."

{the hawkwave cannon is basically the yamato device from starcraft, modified to use a quantum singularity as the particle source.}

=On the Absolution=
"What is taking them so long" says Prince Atraiyu-the heir to the throne of Neo Olympus-as his officers try to reason with him "Never mind" he is about to yell for his bodyguard but she is already there "Kagali good I can't deal with these idiots"-Kagali is the personal guard of the prince and has been since they both were born on the same day she maybe female but she is more than a match for the best of male fighters-"Why must you irritate him like this?" as she waits for a response the proximity warning goes off "Status report" yells the prince "It says that there are 4 ships out there" "Well I don't see anything" the prince spoke too soon as he finished talking 4 ships dropped out of cloak "Well well what have we here such a pretty ship can I hve her" says a young but wise face "No you most certainly can not who are you?" "I'm a pirate as you can see the name is Lord Daisharu and I want your ship" he said without a hint of humor "Well you don't know who I am..." he is cut off by Kagali "Sir I don't think ..." he stops her "As I was saying I am Atraiyu Marqius Prince of Neo Olympus and this is the planet bombardment ship of the Gemini fleet get of my way or die"-the pirates must've found this funny becuase they burst into laughter-"You are hilarious so you gonna give me the ship or what" replied the pirate "Funny am I? Kagali show them how we deal with their kind" "My pleasure, you link me to the Arsenal bay" "Yes sir I mean ma'am" if looks could kill he would be dead "Arsenal bay here what cha need?" "Fire a Javenlin missile at the ship on the far left" seconds later the luaghter stops as the ship is destroyed in a blinding flash of furious red light "Not so funny now" "I feel sorry that your father has to lose his son I know how it feels I just lost 2" the screen went blank 2 of the remaining ships went cloak and the third turned to leave as the ship began to take fire "Arsenal you still there?" "Yup you need sum more" "Target the cloaked ships and fire 3 javenlins at them both that should give us enough cover to go cloak then fire th Binary Particle Fusion Cannon at the fleeing ship" "You got it" 9 minutes after a grimm battle "Who did they think they were" the prince said before he speak again "Sir we have just received the coordinates of the phobos and they won't be alone they will be with a station called the Epoch" "Okay stop blabbering and get us there I have more battles to win"

IZN Thunder fired at the missile heading towards Omega, there was no notable damage.

The Rotarian turned and focused its attention at the fleet following the escape pod.
“Easy prey,” the Supreme Overlord commented, “Activate hailing frequencies.”

This is The Vagar Supreme Overlord, lower your defences and prepare to be boarded by my troops. Comply or be destroyed.

The Rotarian didn’t notice however, the shield around Omega was returning to full power.
Zaon Planetary shields were highly adaptive… but if the missile was detonated before hitting the planet, the entire system could blow…

=On the Phobos=
As they awaited for the arrival of the Absolution Master Furengi sits in his chambers when a link comes through "Sir the scanners report there is a missile haeding toward the planet" "So what does that have to do with our orders?" inquired Furengi "My thinking was that if we stopped the missile we would be heroes and you could become prince of your nation again" it took him only seconds to consider this "Send word to the Absolution tell we got in to a battle or something like that send the new coordinates and plot a intercept course. How long do we have any way" "As far as the scanners can tell 3 maybe 4 hours" "Then get us there quick" "Yes sir" 'I must reclaim my title' thought Furengi

=Miles away=
Just as he was about to power down his suit to go aboard the strange ship "Jagera is that you?" "Thank god hopefully thats who I think it is hurry and get me and Azral" "Who's ship is that?" "Don't know. To unknown ship my crew is here thank you for your company" "To the unkonwn ship this Supreme Commander Cid Highwind we have this stituation under control but our scanners picked up a missile heading for the planet maybe we can stop it together"

After recieving the message from the unknown suit, Gilroy took his ship towards the missile heading for the planet. After checking the potency of the payload he ordered that the missile be targeted with long range ion torpedoes. Arming every weapon on the Aegis he then gave the command to launch all fighters because his sensors were picking up numerous energy signatures exclusive to space fighters. "Take us in."

Rob rubbed his chin as Trowa sped away, his place taken by four Mobile Dolls. Using a series of complex computer codes, Rob managed to patch Eve's Conscious into each doll, making them a hell of a lot more deadlier than before. Rob had never been very good at remotly controlling anything anyways; better to have Eve guide them. Rob was just about to speed off towards the IZN Thunder when an SOS signal caught his eye. Eve manuvered to view a single fighter being persued by a small fleet of ships. Eve quickly identified the fleet as Driddish, a species that, last Rob had heard, Died out. Guess NOt, Rob though.

Eve quickly dropped into stealth mode, making it appear as though only four mobile suits were planning on taking out the Driddish fleet. Eight fighters broke off from their pursuit to deal with the Mobile Suits; the Dolls fired thier plasma rifle in unision, taking out a pair of fighters. The remaining six targets went into a complex series of manuvers, taking potshots at their opponents. The Dolls-Contolled by Eve-darted in an out of the fire as best they could and managed to take out three more ships using missles and rifles. Still, Manuverabilaty proved supreme as the remaining three Driddish ships mercilessly pummled the Dolls, destroying two and disabiling another. The last doll fired it's full arsenal, eradicating two more fighters; Thinking that he Mobile Suit was defenseless, the final Driddish fighter went in for the kill. Eve fired up the Doll's afterburner, sending it into a kamakazi mission that destroyed both fighter and mobile suit.

Eve and Rob uncloaked suddenly and dove into battle, stopping straight in front of the enemy Frigate.

"Eve! Fire a spread pattern on Missile tubes 2, 3, 5, 6, and 9! That should keep the fighters busy. In the meantime, start charging the supercannon. Let's annoy this Frigate for a while, then blast it!"

Several dozen missles erupted from Eve and sped after the fighters, who were forced to break off their pursuit and begin defensive manuevers. Eve and the Driddish frigate, meanwhile, started to spar ferouciously. Rob knew that he had to take out the Frigate's shields for his laser to be very effective. Eve dodged a pair of proton torpedoes and spun to the left, raking the Driddish starfighter with her electric cannons and railguns. The enemy frigate shook angrily, but remained undamaged. Eve, meanwhile, was unable to avoid a sharp plasma blast that issued out of the Driddish cannons. The deadly plasma rammed into the Eve's side...and vanished, leaving the ship untouched!

Energy Aura, buddy, Though Rob, grinning. Any energy you throw at Eve will be directly absorbed and patched into her own system. It'll take a hell of a lot of energy to overload her, too. Still, not much use for missiles. We had better avoid those proton torpedoes.

Eve quickly fired a torpedo off her starboard side, which smashed into the Driddish energy shield generator, destroying it. Rob manuvered directly to the front of the frigate.

"Fire the Superlaser!"

A bright blue beam lanced through the Driddish ship as though it was invisable. The vessel was litterally an empty shell of metal once the thick laser died out.

"Fire Missile tubes One and Four, and reload the rest of our weapons. That should take care of those fighters out there."

The missiles targeted the remaining fighters-now only two-and quickly turned them into dust. Eve jetted in front of the fighter that had signaled the SOS and pointed her guns at it menecingly.
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~Transmission to Driddish StarFighter~
This is Rob Pulson, pilot of the LightWave Frigate. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't blast you into pieces, you Driddish Scum!
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There was a dull thumping on the other end of the comm. The ship had continued forward with a more-or-less straight course throughout the entire engagement...

"Uhh... Is thing the phone? I'd better get a response back to this guy, or else he'll probably frag me like the rest of those human bastards..."

The muttering seemed directed at the pilot himself rather than anyone in particular...

"This thing must be the phone... Sergeant Kesleth Kath of the Argonian National Army reporting in... Just get me out of this bucket & I'll explain why I'm out here..."

Kes really hoped he'd gotten through to that Pulson guy, but he'd find out in a moment. They'd either fire a tractor beam at him, or a pattern of missiles...

Jen-kira fighter group, missle intercept. group.
"Woah. All ships, check in"
"red two, all systems green."
"red three, pod 2 offline, system restarting."
...

damn those cruiser hogs, firing through the fighters. red leader thought. at least they didn't hit anything important
"sir, we got inbound &azimuth, &elevation, now tracking."

"looks like they are also attempting to intercept the missile."
"the more the merrier, so long as they see us."

Fighter intercept group.
"look sharp, we have multiple undetermined ships, I don't want an incident."
"rodger, setting missles to active guidance."

the hostile fighters were easy enough to destroy, not hitting potential freindlies was harder.
the heavy-laser ZIGs were nearly useless amid the clustered ships, but the Gunstars more that made up the difference.
{ooc: Veska I assume the rotarian fighters are fairly standard. (one operator, almost every weapon firing along the same axis.)}

{Actually Gelfland the Rotarian’s fighters are piloted by two pilots one facing forward and one facing aft. Both controlling weapons with a 180 degree firing arc, no weapons top or bottom tho. They also have shields and back up generators.}
Supreme Overlord Karats ordered all fighters to attack the LightWave frigate.
The Rotarian took up a hostile position to defend against the fast approaching IZN Thunder.

{ok, so they are a little more evenly matched with a Gunstar than most space fighters are.}

Sitting in his cabin the captain of the Epoch missed the call at the bridge but his firstmate was quick to bring him the news.
Buzzzzz!
"Come in." The firstmate didn't say anything he just handed over the message and left the room.

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From: His Eminence Lord Darigan
To: The Captain of The Spacestation Epoch
Re: New Orders


Upon recieving this you are hereby ordered to return to Mwarto. That is all.
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He couldn't believe his eyes, an official ored from Lord Darigan himself. This could only mean one thing: War back home. He leaft his cabin and race to the bridge.

Epoch - Bridge

"Sound a retreat to all ships . I repeat all ships return to the Epoch. We have an emergency."

OOC: To see the emergency look out for Trouble at home thread...coming soon