Hogsweat
23-02-2004, 17:17
OOC: No Godmodders, no n00bs, and ask to join first. Lines must always be at least 5 lines long. And you can take the aliens, or you can attack my fleet.
Chapter One; A New Start
Grand Admiral Sturvoyski leant back into his chair, and itched the back of his head. He slipped another Cuban Cigar into his slowly, and awaited Space Command’s notice. Under his command was the whole Hogsweat Space Fleet, consisting of:
Two “Murky” Destroyers
One “Wavy” Class Heavy Cruiser, his flagship.
Fifty Interceptors
Four “Wisp” Class Assault Frigates
Two “Ufual” Class Support Frigates
Two “Halia” Class Ion Cruisers, and of course,
The Mothership. The lives of one million plus colonists and military specialists were on his hands. He gulped. If this mission went bad, that would not be good. Not good at all. Sturvoyski rubbed his hands.
“Ensign, are we ready to begin already?” Sturvoyski asked impatiently, without even looking at the young officer.
“No skip, I’m still awaiting Space Commands authorization… They haven’t contacted us yet. The Ensign, Marakola, confirmed. Sturvoyski leant his elbow on the armrest and pulsed his forehead. He was in his late forties, getting on to his fifties. He was too old for this kind of thing. He didn’t even know why the head director put him on this mission anyway.
Chapter Two: Odd Occurences
“Um, Sturvoyski sir, I’m getting some kinda readouts, um, I don’t know what they are…”
“Goddamnit Ensign, how hard can it be? They’re probably some friendly fighters doing a patrol run..”
“No sir, they’re specifications are different, I think…” Marakola stammered.
“Speak up boy, you think what?” Sturvoyski asked.
“I think they’re hostile sir.”
“Hostile my ass. Gerfania, be a good lass and charge up the front cannons.”
“Copy that old man, will do” Gerfania winked at Sturvoyski. The Admiral smiled. Such youth should not be wasted…
“Eran, tell em if they don’t respond we’ll paste em” Sturvoyski seemed to be quite jovial in this matter, and had suddenly springed to life.
As the crew took to their matters, Sturvoyski sprung out of his chair and wandered over to a slightly shy new ensign, in charge of hull integrity.
“Whats your name son,?” Sturvoyski asked.
“Ddddd Durgaran sir” The shy recruit muttered.
“No need to be scared kid, we’re all friends around”
“Sir, Enemy craft are hailing, enemy craft are hailing”
Sturvoyski ran over to his chair, and sat down. “Ensign, answer”
A screen rolled down, and a slightly humanoid face came down, It was different, but Sturvoyski couldn’t understand what it was.
“who in Furlov’s name are you?” Sturvoyski demanded.
“Furlov? Ha! Your puny gods make me laugh.”
“Well what the hell are you doing?”
“Doing? Its obvious Admiral… you and your deluded Communist fools are attempting to gain a foothold in space. This is NOT going to happen. (at this point I noticed I had just reached exactly 444 words, from the beginning to the happen)
“What are you talking about? We will wipe your petty fleet out” However, Sturvoyski was lying. If this alien fleet got word back, they would be well and truly screwed.
“Gerfania, activate weapons, spread word, fire at their main ship after the count of two” He whispered.
“WHAT!!!!” The alien screeched, and Sturvoyski slammed his hand down.
“NOW” All over the fleet, cannons and lazers erupted, and the leading alien ship exploded in a fiery ball of death and destruction.
“To all fleet ships, randomize targets, hit em hard and fast, don’t let ONE get away!”
The assault frigates made a direct move, supported by four squadrons of interceptors. The fast ships tore through space, hurtling towards the Aliens. Their fighters were caught of guard, and the four squadrons knocked out a corvette and eight fighters before the aliens had a chance to turn their guns. The nearest alien gunship swivelled on the spot, its lazers blazing. Nine interceptors went down to the advanced technology of the unknown aliens, before the pitiful remnants of A squadron was supported by three Assault Frigates, who upon arrival, annihilated the Alien gunship.
http://spel.torget.se/home/spel/bilder/demo99/homeworld.jpg
Hogsweat Ships Engage
A destroyer further backed up the Frigates, its newly painted armour glinting of the twin suns of this earth.
The rest of the fleet pushed in forwards, and the aliens fought bravely, and in the end nothing was left.
“Ensign, count our losses”
Sturvoyski slumped in his chair. He was already tired out; this space stuff was way out of his league.
“Admiral, twenty interceptors, one support frigate, and three light corvettes lost in action sir.”
“Damn” Sturvoyski murmured. “we could of done without that.”
The fleet was in shock. Who were these aliens? Where did they come from? What did they want?
Chapter Three:: Long Awaitances
The burly voice echoed throughout the bridge of the flagship. “Sturvoyski, you are ready for launch, Sturvoyski, you are ready for launch. The fleet activated its engines, and entered Hyperspace. It was like a weird dream, a light blinding in your eyes, and then a fade into reality.
Sturvoyski was troubled. Two weeks into the mission, not a trace of a colonisable planet. Intel had firmly informed him that there would be at least eight planets in this sector, and yet, not a single was available. Space was vast, too vast for the ageing Admiral. He looked back to the old days of water vessels, the sea… To tell the truth, Sturvoyski loved the sea. For thirty years it had been the only thing he could talk to, on the bridge of his Destroyer. He spilled his secrets to it, while all the time it shone in the moonlight. Space was not like that. Space was just… space was just blank. It was tiring too, wading through a three dimensional sea. Finding a suitable planet would be like looking for a needle in a haystack, to quote the old phrase. Every day he sat in his chair, while his Ensigns, searched again and again, for a suitable planet. It seemed like all the worthy places to settle had just disappeared into thin air, or thin space to be precise. No, not possible, Sturvoyski thought. There is nothing that can destroy a whole planet. He had forgotten completely about the unidentified aliens weeks ago, they had slipped right out of his mind. And that, wasnot good.
Chapter One; A New Start
Grand Admiral Sturvoyski leant back into his chair, and itched the back of his head. He slipped another Cuban Cigar into his slowly, and awaited Space Command’s notice. Under his command was the whole Hogsweat Space Fleet, consisting of:
Two “Murky” Destroyers
One “Wavy” Class Heavy Cruiser, his flagship.
Fifty Interceptors
Four “Wisp” Class Assault Frigates
Two “Ufual” Class Support Frigates
Two “Halia” Class Ion Cruisers, and of course,
The Mothership. The lives of one million plus colonists and military specialists were on his hands. He gulped. If this mission went bad, that would not be good. Not good at all. Sturvoyski rubbed his hands.
“Ensign, are we ready to begin already?” Sturvoyski asked impatiently, without even looking at the young officer.
“No skip, I’m still awaiting Space Commands authorization… They haven’t contacted us yet. The Ensign, Marakola, confirmed. Sturvoyski leant his elbow on the armrest and pulsed his forehead. He was in his late forties, getting on to his fifties. He was too old for this kind of thing. He didn’t even know why the head director put him on this mission anyway.
Chapter Two: Odd Occurences
“Um, Sturvoyski sir, I’m getting some kinda readouts, um, I don’t know what they are…”
“Goddamnit Ensign, how hard can it be? They’re probably some friendly fighters doing a patrol run..”
“No sir, they’re specifications are different, I think…” Marakola stammered.
“Speak up boy, you think what?” Sturvoyski asked.
“I think they’re hostile sir.”
“Hostile my ass. Gerfania, be a good lass and charge up the front cannons.”
“Copy that old man, will do” Gerfania winked at Sturvoyski. The Admiral smiled. Such youth should not be wasted…
“Eran, tell em if they don’t respond we’ll paste em” Sturvoyski seemed to be quite jovial in this matter, and had suddenly springed to life.
As the crew took to their matters, Sturvoyski sprung out of his chair and wandered over to a slightly shy new ensign, in charge of hull integrity.
“Whats your name son,?” Sturvoyski asked.
“Ddddd Durgaran sir” The shy recruit muttered.
“No need to be scared kid, we’re all friends around”
“Sir, Enemy craft are hailing, enemy craft are hailing”
Sturvoyski ran over to his chair, and sat down. “Ensign, answer”
A screen rolled down, and a slightly humanoid face came down, It was different, but Sturvoyski couldn’t understand what it was.
“who in Furlov’s name are you?” Sturvoyski demanded.
“Furlov? Ha! Your puny gods make me laugh.”
“Well what the hell are you doing?”
“Doing? Its obvious Admiral… you and your deluded Communist fools are attempting to gain a foothold in space. This is NOT going to happen. (at this point I noticed I had just reached exactly 444 words, from the beginning to the happen)
“What are you talking about? We will wipe your petty fleet out” However, Sturvoyski was lying. If this alien fleet got word back, they would be well and truly screwed.
“Gerfania, activate weapons, spread word, fire at their main ship after the count of two” He whispered.
“WHAT!!!!” The alien screeched, and Sturvoyski slammed his hand down.
“NOW” All over the fleet, cannons and lazers erupted, and the leading alien ship exploded in a fiery ball of death and destruction.
“To all fleet ships, randomize targets, hit em hard and fast, don’t let ONE get away!”
The assault frigates made a direct move, supported by four squadrons of interceptors. The fast ships tore through space, hurtling towards the Aliens. Their fighters were caught of guard, and the four squadrons knocked out a corvette and eight fighters before the aliens had a chance to turn their guns. The nearest alien gunship swivelled on the spot, its lazers blazing. Nine interceptors went down to the advanced technology of the unknown aliens, before the pitiful remnants of A squadron was supported by three Assault Frigates, who upon arrival, annihilated the Alien gunship.
http://spel.torget.se/home/spel/bilder/demo99/homeworld.jpg
Hogsweat Ships Engage
A destroyer further backed up the Frigates, its newly painted armour glinting of the twin suns of this earth.
The rest of the fleet pushed in forwards, and the aliens fought bravely, and in the end nothing was left.
“Ensign, count our losses”
Sturvoyski slumped in his chair. He was already tired out; this space stuff was way out of his league.
“Admiral, twenty interceptors, one support frigate, and three light corvettes lost in action sir.”
“Damn” Sturvoyski murmured. “we could of done without that.”
The fleet was in shock. Who were these aliens? Where did they come from? What did they want?
Chapter Three:: Long Awaitances
The burly voice echoed throughout the bridge of the flagship. “Sturvoyski, you are ready for launch, Sturvoyski, you are ready for launch. The fleet activated its engines, and entered Hyperspace. It was like a weird dream, a light blinding in your eyes, and then a fade into reality.
Sturvoyski was troubled. Two weeks into the mission, not a trace of a colonisable planet. Intel had firmly informed him that there would be at least eight planets in this sector, and yet, not a single was available. Space was vast, too vast for the ageing Admiral. He looked back to the old days of water vessels, the sea… To tell the truth, Sturvoyski loved the sea. For thirty years it had been the only thing he could talk to, on the bridge of his Destroyer. He spilled his secrets to it, while all the time it shone in the moonlight. Space was not like that. Space was just… space was just blank. It was tiring too, wading through a three dimensional sea. Finding a suitable planet would be like looking for a needle in a haystack, to quote the old phrase. Every day he sat in his chair, while his Ensigns, searched again and again, for a suitable planet. It seemed like all the worthy places to settle had just disappeared into thin air, or thin space to be precise. No, not possible, Sturvoyski thought. There is nothing that can destroy a whole planet. He had forgotten completely about the unidentified aliens weeks ago, they had slipped right out of his mind. And that, wasnot good.