Thunderstraat
20-06-2004, 03:17
Cloaked in shadow and surrounded by vacuum, the ITSN Death Over Dishonor hovered within speck distance of the small, cold, desert world of Dodge's Planet.
With a burst of plasma, the suicide weapon dropped the security dodecahedron around it, sending twelve black, black slices of alloy into the darkness of interplanetary space.
It was only a matter of time until a Rosie sneaked around. It would see the ship, guess its purpose, and destroy it with a patrol ship's weaponry that a Thunderstraater battlecruiser would be jealous of.
It had been decided. There was no other way, to beat the Rosies, to drive them off, or at least make them respect the Star Empire. The almost supernatural troops, no army like another save for the rose emblem they all wore, had crushed six worlds already with only one ship destroyed.
Thunderstraat had lost fleets...
A red glow covered the tip of the Imperial Thunderstraater Special Navy test ship. A red beam, thick as a finger, jumped towards Dodge's Planet about as fast as light.
Light faded inside the Death Over Dishonor as the engines melted.
First the clouds. Clouds sprung up all over the planet.
Then the buckling. The cloud cover over most of the surface area showed movement.
Then the implosion, as half the planet suddenly jumped inward...
Finally the explosion. There was no noise. There is no sound in space. There is no noise on Dodge's Planet.
There is no Dodge's Planet...
The shock wave burst from the planet, a white-hot explosion destroying two of the six moon-sized Rosie defense stations. The other four glowed blue for a brief second and remained unscathed.
What was once a planet was now a dust cloud. The mass that had held it together was gone, gone somewhere.
Blue glows outlined yellow starships all through the system. The fleet that had swarmed through the once-contested system was assembling, and oh! what a fleet.
The captain of the Death Over Dishonor smiled as he watched the fading red-hot remnants of a planet flicker underneath the Rosie ships. His name? Lost in history. His fame? Forever enshrined.
"Now we've gone and done it," he said. And then the life-support systems failed and any other thoughts he may have had are lost to us...
IMPERIAL GOVERNMENT CLAIMS RESPONSIBILITY FOR DODGE CALAMITY
"We all want to know who's boss," said King Christopher III of Thunderstraat as he shoved past reporters on his way to the Parliament building two hours after reports of some new kind of major weapon reached the capital world of Cathedral...
With a burst of plasma, the suicide weapon dropped the security dodecahedron around it, sending twelve black, black slices of alloy into the darkness of interplanetary space.
It was only a matter of time until a Rosie sneaked around. It would see the ship, guess its purpose, and destroy it with a patrol ship's weaponry that a Thunderstraater battlecruiser would be jealous of.
It had been decided. There was no other way, to beat the Rosies, to drive them off, or at least make them respect the Star Empire. The almost supernatural troops, no army like another save for the rose emblem they all wore, had crushed six worlds already with only one ship destroyed.
Thunderstraat had lost fleets...
A red glow covered the tip of the Imperial Thunderstraater Special Navy test ship. A red beam, thick as a finger, jumped towards Dodge's Planet about as fast as light.
Light faded inside the Death Over Dishonor as the engines melted.
First the clouds. Clouds sprung up all over the planet.
Then the buckling. The cloud cover over most of the surface area showed movement.
Then the implosion, as half the planet suddenly jumped inward...
Finally the explosion. There was no noise. There is no sound in space. There is no noise on Dodge's Planet.
There is no Dodge's Planet...
The shock wave burst from the planet, a white-hot explosion destroying two of the six moon-sized Rosie defense stations. The other four glowed blue for a brief second and remained unscathed.
What was once a planet was now a dust cloud. The mass that had held it together was gone, gone somewhere.
Blue glows outlined yellow starships all through the system. The fleet that had swarmed through the once-contested system was assembling, and oh! what a fleet.
The captain of the Death Over Dishonor smiled as he watched the fading red-hot remnants of a planet flicker underneath the Rosie ships. His name? Lost in history. His fame? Forever enshrined.
"Now we've gone and done it," he said. And then the life-support systems failed and any other thoughts he may have had are lost to us...
IMPERIAL GOVERNMENT CLAIMS RESPONSIBILITY FOR DODGE CALAMITY
"We all want to know who's boss," said King Christopher III of Thunderstraat as he shoved past reporters on his way to the Parliament building two hours after reports of some new kind of major weapon reached the capital world of Cathedral...