Ma-tek
29-11-2005, 13:59
IDSS Furious Night, 2 'Wolfpack' Vilya Elenoston Defence Detachment, nr. Mars
Furious Night angled between dimensions.
It was a split-instant of physiotime* - but around four seconds of realtime. Still, it was a tangbile moment to Furious Night; she felt her processes slow, almost stop, at the near-penetration of the very fabric of reality.
At the last instant, before oblivion (theoretically), the numbers altered. The angle shifted. The cusp was hit-
-and rebounded from.
In realspace, the warship exploded into reality with a gamma-ray burst and a spattering of white light; primarily, at least. There was also sound, and she felt her deckplates rattle.
The universe outside heard nothing.
She, however, heard everything. It was simply a matter of waiting for it. If she missed it first time, she could always Transition further away from teh origin point and listen again; she was that sort of creature.
A voideagle.
Voideagle, she mused. Good term. Bit unoriginal. What were those things called in that fiction - voidhawks. But similar. Mechanical instead of organic, but the principle- There!
Her attention caught. Tendrils of thought reached out, caressed the source of energy, fingertips tingling with anticipation. The equivalent in realspace being the extension of sensor palettes - she slipped out of stealth mode.
The stencilled markings on the hull were unmistakeable. Also unmistakeable was the reaction of the ship; she had been sighted. Weapons fire.
Furious Night performed a Transition. Her velocity had been far too high anyway; she needed to kill some. Into reality she came again, after that faintly disturbing brush with full-almost-nothingness, nearly a light-second further away than before, but with her course inverted; now she was on an intercept with the enemy ship.
It would have been impossible to do that with Organics on board, she mused. Where were her packmates, anyway?
Missiles. Tracer lasers. She nimbly rolled to one side, gyros and exotic matter thrusters straining - but not her hull. Not her flesh. That held.
She lashed out with a limb - combat hornets disengaging from their moorings inside her belly and falling free, like mines. Twelve.
She engaged with the primitive minds of the hornets, listening to their thoughts-
Feeling them hunt their prey.
* * *
The first thing the good pirate ship knew of it's death was the gamma-ray burster that the 'astronomer' informed it's captain of. Naturally this was disturbing: gamma-ray bursts tend to originate billions of light years from Sol, for starters, being, as they are, attributed to the death-throes of ancient stars long dead - but seen by that quirk of the universe that shapes distance into a lens through which we see the past.
Since this one was a mere three hundred thousand klicks away, it was a bit worrying. Promptly the sensor image disappeared. The bridge of the pirate vessel, of course, was quite a-stir; Iluvauromeni warships were well known for hunting - and killing - a rather significant number of pirates.
They had a kill-on-sight policy, and their warships never forgot. Like elephants. With kinetics.
Speaking of kinetics-
The white-hot light of the tentative first-strike from the pirate vessel Broken Arrow was quickly swallowed by the velvet cold of the void; her missiles - kinetics, of course - were akin to the void in one sense: they swallowed, as well, but more in the sense of eating the distance between point of origin and target at an alarming rate.
Promptly, the Iluvauromeni ship sparked bright white, and vanished.
Broken Arrow kicked hard, accelerating up towards twelve gees. It was never going to be enough.
When the warship arrived, directionally inverted, it was far too far away for effective engagement.
But not too far away to launch weapons that were increasingly feared by the pirates of Sol: combat hornets.
The hornets zeroed in on their prey with pathetic accuracy. But then, they didn't need to be accurate; only precise. Their window of attack was a wide-angle one; they only needed to be pointed in the right direction, at the right distance...
Within seconds, the first submunitions were launched. Thirty thousand kinetic bullets - a veritable bucket of nails, as it were - vaulted from the warbays of those hornets carrying them; the remainder of the hornets hurtled onwards, closing the gap further. They weren't limited to acceleration capabilities of fragile bodies; the gap was closed swiftly.
Warbays cycle open on the fastest of the hornets, deploying ECM turrets and yet more kinetic bullets, albeit in far smaller numbers. A few fusion missiles are let off by one, which promptly self-eliminates, it's purpose complete.
The fusion missiles rapidly close particular positions, and, in slow sequence, detonate. Nuclear fire warms space near-instantly for kilometres around - but like the kinetics, there are no impacts or damage to the pirate vessel. Instead, it suddenly finds it's options severely limited: it has no choice but to stay on course. A deviation in any direction would result in instant incineration - whether by the fire of nuclear fusion or the bite of thousands of angry little chunks of metal.
Desperately, the pirate vessel attempts a hyperspatial jump - and finds it's jump nodes neatly inhibited by the far-faster thinking (and by far more expensive) military vessel.
Nine seconds after 'contact', the pirate vessel is dissected by E-cannon fire at point-blank range, deployed from the last of the combat hornets. The flash is, in the grand scheme of things, utterly irrelevant. Just another pirate vessel, just another dead crew - another mission completed.
The Iluvauromeni vessel arcs gracefully onto a course vaguely aimed at far-distant Tyelca Tuo, barely having decellerated at all - and, with a few minutes burn, vanishes in a puff of gamma radiation and white light.
[OOC: I need a few pirate ships to die, firstly. ;) I note that this was an easy victory because the other ship was pants, frankly, and the overkill nature is quite intentional - and for specific plot-reasons. Which... hopefully you'll see soon enough. :D
What's needed:
I need a Protagonist. Telegram me if interested.
I need various pirate vessels. Good captains, good crews, good ships. Not good in the 'good vs evil' sense, but good in technical skill, ability, and weapons payload.
I need victims. Civilian ships need to be attacked, after all. These should be freighters, cargo vessels, etc.
And I need a Mysterious Whatsit. >.> Again, telegram me if interested. :)]
Furious Night angled between dimensions.
It was a split-instant of physiotime* - but around four seconds of realtime. Still, it was a tangbile moment to Furious Night; she felt her processes slow, almost stop, at the near-penetration of the very fabric of reality.
At the last instant, before oblivion (theoretically), the numbers altered. The angle shifted. The cusp was hit-
-and rebounded from.
In realspace, the warship exploded into reality with a gamma-ray burst and a spattering of white light; primarily, at least. There was also sound, and she felt her deckplates rattle.
The universe outside heard nothing.
She, however, heard everything. It was simply a matter of waiting for it. If she missed it first time, she could always Transition further away from teh origin point and listen again; she was that sort of creature.
A voideagle.
Voideagle, she mused. Good term. Bit unoriginal. What were those things called in that fiction - voidhawks. But similar. Mechanical instead of organic, but the principle- There!
Her attention caught. Tendrils of thought reached out, caressed the source of energy, fingertips tingling with anticipation. The equivalent in realspace being the extension of sensor palettes - she slipped out of stealth mode.
The stencilled markings on the hull were unmistakeable. Also unmistakeable was the reaction of the ship; she had been sighted. Weapons fire.
Furious Night performed a Transition. Her velocity had been far too high anyway; she needed to kill some. Into reality she came again, after that faintly disturbing brush with full-almost-nothingness, nearly a light-second further away than before, but with her course inverted; now she was on an intercept with the enemy ship.
It would have been impossible to do that with Organics on board, she mused. Where were her packmates, anyway?
Missiles. Tracer lasers. She nimbly rolled to one side, gyros and exotic matter thrusters straining - but not her hull. Not her flesh. That held.
She lashed out with a limb - combat hornets disengaging from their moorings inside her belly and falling free, like mines. Twelve.
She engaged with the primitive minds of the hornets, listening to their thoughts-
Feeling them hunt their prey.
* * *
The first thing the good pirate ship knew of it's death was the gamma-ray burster that the 'astronomer' informed it's captain of. Naturally this was disturbing: gamma-ray bursts tend to originate billions of light years from Sol, for starters, being, as they are, attributed to the death-throes of ancient stars long dead - but seen by that quirk of the universe that shapes distance into a lens through which we see the past.
Since this one was a mere three hundred thousand klicks away, it was a bit worrying. Promptly the sensor image disappeared. The bridge of the pirate vessel, of course, was quite a-stir; Iluvauromeni warships were well known for hunting - and killing - a rather significant number of pirates.
They had a kill-on-sight policy, and their warships never forgot. Like elephants. With kinetics.
Speaking of kinetics-
The white-hot light of the tentative first-strike from the pirate vessel Broken Arrow was quickly swallowed by the velvet cold of the void; her missiles - kinetics, of course - were akin to the void in one sense: they swallowed, as well, but more in the sense of eating the distance between point of origin and target at an alarming rate.
Promptly, the Iluvauromeni ship sparked bright white, and vanished.
Broken Arrow kicked hard, accelerating up towards twelve gees. It was never going to be enough.
When the warship arrived, directionally inverted, it was far too far away for effective engagement.
But not too far away to launch weapons that were increasingly feared by the pirates of Sol: combat hornets.
The hornets zeroed in on their prey with pathetic accuracy. But then, they didn't need to be accurate; only precise. Their window of attack was a wide-angle one; they only needed to be pointed in the right direction, at the right distance...
Within seconds, the first submunitions were launched. Thirty thousand kinetic bullets - a veritable bucket of nails, as it were - vaulted from the warbays of those hornets carrying them; the remainder of the hornets hurtled onwards, closing the gap further. They weren't limited to acceleration capabilities of fragile bodies; the gap was closed swiftly.
Warbays cycle open on the fastest of the hornets, deploying ECM turrets and yet more kinetic bullets, albeit in far smaller numbers. A few fusion missiles are let off by one, which promptly self-eliminates, it's purpose complete.
The fusion missiles rapidly close particular positions, and, in slow sequence, detonate. Nuclear fire warms space near-instantly for kilometres around - but like the kinetics, there are no impacts or damage to the pirate vessel. Instead, it suddenly finds it's options severely limited: it has no choice but to stay on course. A deviation in any direction would result in instant incineration - whether by the fire of nuclear fusion or the bite of thousands of angry little chunks of metal.
Desperately, the pirate vessel attempts a hyperspatial jump - and finds it's jump nodes neatly inhibited by the far-faster thinking (and by far more expensive) military vessel.
Nine seconds after 'contact', the pirate vessel is dissected by E-cannon fire at point-blank range, deployed from the last of the combat hornets. The flash is, in the grand scheme of things, utterly irrelevant. Just another pirate vessel, just another dead crew - another mission completed.
The Iluvauromeni vessel arcs gracefully onto a course vaguely aimed at far-distant Tyelca Tuo, barely having decellerated at all - and, with a few minutes burn, vanishes in a puff of gamma radiation and white light.
[OOC: I need a few pirate ships to die, firstly. ;) I note that this was an easy victory because the other ship was pants, frankly, and the overkill nature is quite intentional - and for specific plot-reasons. Which... hopefully you'll see soon enough. :D
What's needed:
I need a Protagonist. Telegram me if interested.
I need various pirate vessels. Good captains, good crews, good ships. Not good in the 'good vs evil' sense, but good in technical skill, ability, and weapons payload.
I need victims. Civilian ships need to be attacked, after all. These should be freighters, cargo vessels, etc.
And I need a Mysterious Whatsit. >.> Again, telegram me if interested. :)]