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A thousand years ago the large treasure transport of the Eternals that The Rein’cair was returning from an newly colonized galaxy brining literally the wealth of many worlds upon it encountered an powerful electric storm that destroying the ship’s AI and disabling the entirely robot crew on it and caused it to crash upon the desolate world of Uiana’crana. Since there were no sentient passengers aboard the ship there was not effort to salvage the ship or to find its treasure such is the wealth of the Eternal Empire.

Now a thousand years has passed the ships extremely advanced technologies have faded as a result of the corrosive atmosphere of the plant Rein’cair, but the treasure that the ship was carrying is still entirely intact buried upon the world awaiting someone to come and claim it as there own.

Ship’s manifesto:
Twelve Thousand Tons of Gold
Eighteen Thousand Tons of Silver
Six Hundred Tons of Emeralds
Seven Hundreds Tons of Opals
Four Hundred Tons of Diamonds
Eight Hundred Tons of Rubies
One Hundred Tons of Handcrafted Jewels made by the Eternals (OOC: the Jewels emit a Light around them and are far more exquisite and fine than any natural jewels).
Three Tons of Extremely Rare Gems that are (OOC: only Found on the Eternal Home World that are refined and crafted by hand of only the finest Eternal Craftsmen.

OOC: Basically this is an open dog for the treasure, but there are no technologies left from the Eternal ship that are capable of being salvaged or studied well at all.

A thousand years ago the large treasure transport of the Eternals that The Rein’cair was returning from an newly colonized galaxy brining literally the wealth of many worlds upon it encountered an powerful electric storm that destroying the ship’s AI and disabling the entirely robot crew on it and caused it to crash upon the desolate world of Uiana’crana. Since there were no sentient passengers aboard the ship there was not effort to salvage the ship or to find its treasure such is the wealth of the Eternal Empire.

Now a thousand years has passed the ships extremely advanced technologies have faded as a result of the corrosive atmosphere of the plant Rein’cair, but the treasure that the ship was carrying is still entirely intact buried upon the world awaiting someone to come and claim it as there own.

Ship’s manifesto:
Twelve Thousand Tons of Gold
Eighteen Thousand Tons of Silver
Six Hundred Tons of Emeralds
Seven Hundreds Tons of Opals
Four Hundred Tons of Diamonds
Eight Hundred Tons of Rubies
One Hundred Tons of Handcrafted Jewels made by the Eternals (OOC: the Jewels emit a Light around them and are far more exquisite and fine than any natural jewels).
Three Tons of Extremely Rare Gems that are (OOC: only Found on the Eternal Home World that are refined and crafted by hand of only the finest Eternal Craftsmen.

OOC: Basically this is an open dog for the treasure, but there are no technologies left from the Eternal ship that are capable of being salvaged or studied well at all.


The ShadowShip emerged from hyper-drive and entered orbit around the planet Uiana'crana. All hands were tense, as they had travelled through space and time on the off-chance that the legends of a great Treasure Ship were true.

Scans of the surface had as yet produced virtually nothing, save the usual readings of gases, liquids, and trace elements found elsewhere.

The ShadowCommander barked a command. " Lieutenent, commence triangulation and search the layers sub-surface to core. If there's anything there, I want it found."
"Yessir, right away sir."

ShadowCommander DeRenzi had been given orders to find the Treasure Ship. The exact wording was 'find it...don't come back until you do.' The Ship was worth trillions, but that was not the only reason that the King wanted the Ship. No, there was tech aboard that BlackShadows needed, despite Scandinvans claims to the contrary.

That tech would make BlackShadows invincible.........

Near the opposite side of the planet, two ships assimilated, after defusing after activiating their Resoptic Particle-Exploding Universal Fold systems.

The first ship, a rather large Volt Warship (Measuring at 1220 meters long), moved a bit closer to the planet while the second, a Guardian Class Cruiser, followed close behind.
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"This is it?"

"Indeed sir."

"You're kidding. This looks just like any other underdeveloped, wasteland of a planet!"

"All the more suspicious then, huh sir?"

"Well, uh...Right then. Do a scan for energy signatures, gas emissions, mineral deposits and such."

"Scanning, sir."

GadgetCorp and the Black Shadows intial scans of the planet revealed that the area near the ship and under the ship up to three hundred feet were full of gems and precious stones and metals. Also the intial ship had decayed down to the outer hulls and the ribbing of the ship, but the desired tech that Black Shadows wanted was not there save the FTL engines of the ship. The gas emissions on the planter were very corrosive to all non-precios metals that wre exposed to it for more than forty-eight hours.

Commander DiRenzi glanced at the reports. Apparently, the cargo was there....lots of it. But the tech that the King wanted wasn't.

" Commander! Unidentified warships just came in over the horizon!"

Great. Another problem. " OK, ensign, let's see if we can find out who or what they are. Open all channels, hailing frequency."

" Attention unknown ships. I am Commander DiRenzi of the ShadowShip BBS-12A. I am requesting that you identify yourselves. We are here on a strictly scientific mission. Please respond."

" Ensign, send sub-spatial message to the HomeLand. I need six more ships here, pronto. Three battleships, a carrier, and two destroyers."
"Aye, sir."

" Sir, we've identified the ships. Theyr'e from a place called.....GadgetCorps."
" Sounds like a toy factory. At any rate, theyr'e here, and we have to deal with them. The King of Black Shadows is not going to want to share this find with anybody. Have they responded to our hails?"

No, sir. Nothing yet."

"I'll be in my stateroom. Advise me when....if....they respond."

"Aye sir."

OOC: Just out of gentlemen like curiosity; this here rp wouldn't happen to have sprung out of the idea of my own now would it? Search for a Forgotten Treasure is the one I created a week ago. And for some reason this is highly similiar sounding. Its not that I care, its just I feel sort of copy-righted, for lack of a better word.

The AIMB vessal was vast by just about any standard. Twelve point three miles in length, eight point eight miles in width, six point one miles in height. It was entirely operated by AI technology in an atmospheric-less environment.

It materialised exactly seven hundred sixty miles above the non-descript planet, and was instantly to battle-stations when the other vessals were detected.

The battle-mechs were activated. All six hundred thousand of them, forty thousand instantly launched in the Predator fighters.

Orders were simple: fire if fired upon, destroy the enemy. No quarter given, no discussion needed.

The AI Overlord assessed the situation and saw no reason to allow any interference with the Ruler's directive, which was to take control of the planet, the system, and the sector. In that order.

The Overlord waited, one of it's seventy-two digits poised over the Conflict Pad...........

OOC: Just out of gentlemen like curiosity; this here rp wouldn't happen to have sprung out of the idea of my own now would it? Search for a Forgotten Treasure is the one I created a week ago. And for some reason this is highly similiar sounding. Its not that I care, its just I feel sort of copy-righted, for lack of a better word.
OOC: I have seen your title, but I have never really read your thread. This is more inspired by the Spanish treasure ships that sank.

IC: The ship revealed it's last technological secret it's powerful shields were still capable of being activated and studied. The planet also possed a strange kind of moss that possed great natural properites that could heal many wounds and cure nearly all diseases and viruses.

bump

OOC: Alright then, sorry to pry, just hate 'copy-cats' thats all.

news of tresure reached the borg and they sent five gulliver crusers to investigate
The destroyers dropped out of hyperspace (these ships were made for the borg that had a sence of individuality that means easier to kill non self healing ships)
There are three(or however ment there are) unitedntified ships in ordit sir sould we open fire.

OOC: Okay I do not mind people fighting over the treasure or claiming, but do not claim this syestem as part of your empire as it well within an Eternal Empire zone, but feel free to battle amongst yoursevles to gain the ship and it's many many treasures.

About 1,000 kilometers from the planets surface an asteroid of rock-encased iron about 100 meters in length appears and starts twirling end-over-end towards the planet as if it had been knocked towards it by some unseen force.

"Have they spotted us yet?" the captain wispers in the dark command deck.
"I don't know sir," the comms man quietly says back, "they're bound to notice something sooner or later but for now we're good."
"But we're sure this is the place?" the captain replies quietly.
"Yes sir. These people wouldn't be here if it wasn't."
The captain gives the crew a big smile. "I knew we bribed the right people to get this info. If they start scanning us, let me know."
"Will do sir."
And the asteroid kept rolling towards the planet that so many people were interested in.

"Sir, it appears we're not alone here. There's another-no, two-, no-...There's a whole bunch of ships around the planet!"

"What!?"

"I said that there are-"

"I heard what you said! Just send down squadrons One-A through One-C and Two-D. And holocom H-Q and tell them to send two Gravorts. I don't want to take any chances with this."

"Yes sir!"

"Have you indentified the other ships?"

"Yes. The first ship from...Black Shadows..Shadowy...Shadow...Something along those lines...And we're getting a tranmission from them.

Attention unknown ships. I am Commander DiRenzi of the ShadowShip BBS-12A. I am requesting that you identify yourselves. We are here on a strictly scientific mission. Please respond

"Do you want to reply sir?"

"Yes...Best to get off on the right foot. These people could be potential customers one day. Open a relay.

This is Customer Relations and Exploration Department Sub-Executive Vice President, Verun Marange. We appreciate you outward approach at contacting us, instead of blasting us into tiny microparticles. We, unlike yourselves, are here on the task of gathering resources. May we ask of what scientific nature your business is?

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In the docking bay of the large warship,, Ga-Sing combat droids scrambled, loading into AI Storms (Heavy Fighters), which would also carry Spyndal Walkers down to the surface with them.

ready destroyer groups 1-5 (a total of 25 destroyers).
They are mobilised and are proceeding to the jump point.

Klaxons go off
Proximity alert asteroid bearing00 mark 00 or in other words heading straight for my ship and the planet.

Launch all weapons at it. Fire!

*nerd voice* HI GUYS

OOC: that was abslutle pointless stop spamming this is a rp not a greeting thing

To GadgetCorp:

Ours is a general scientific mission: collecting data, conducting experiments, cataloging flora, fauna, etc.

I would suggest we temporarily join forces until we can ascertain the other ships intent. We have several warships enroute to the area.

I have already contacted the Grey Legion ship for the same purpose.

Commander DiRenzi

The ShadowShip was hailing the AIMB. The OverLord wondered what benefit it would be to the Legions to side with the humans.

None.

Ours is a general scientific mission: collecting data, conducting experiments, cataloging flora, fauna, etc.

I would suggest we temporarily join forces until we can ascertain the other ships intent. We have several warships enroute to the area.

My sentiments exactly. We've also picked up the signals of several other ships in the area...

"Sir, there are a LOT of other ships in the area."

"Ahem...The signals of many, uh, other ships, in the area surrounding the planet, that is.

6th destroyer division advance! raise shields and arm weapons!

A great vessel tore itself free from the chaos of the Warp; its hull still glimmering, though closer inspection would reveal the countless blasphemous runes upon it; the tarnished metal, once adorned with gold; now lack lustre with faded echoes of glory. This was an immense battle barge of the Chronosian Imperium; and upon its tainted deck, stood the Lord of this vessel; a pleasure seeking vagabond by the name of Turel Vis'nah. Running a hand through his shimmering blond hair; he turned to the screens. True enough; the legends spoke of this place.

He tittered softly; a wry smirk crossing those damnedly beautiful lips. If these legends were true; his taking of the immense wealth would be a mighty gift to the Emperor; it would raise his favor amongst the Imperial Court; and, if correctly offered, bring decadant love from his patron, Slaanesh.

For, though their allegiences were the same, Turel despised the perfection which Remiel possessed; and sought at every turn to outdo the Warmaster. To no success. It was Remiel who went forth at the head of Black Crusades; it was Remiel who held two seats within the High Lords of Chronosia. By every right, Turel should be leading armies; instead of prowling the fringe; a restless sentry...

That would all change.

As squadrons 1A-1C and 2D approached the surface of the planet, Sub-Executive Vice President Verun Marange paced the command deck of the Volt warship. That is, he was pacing the deck, until one of the monitering agents yelled out to him.

"Another ship has been detected entering the area."

"Good...Uh...What exactly is the area?"

"We're counting for about a couple lightyears."

"Uh...Right. Good then. Whose ship is it?"

"Running the scans right know sir...Got it. Appears to be Chronosian."

"Chronosian...That sounds familiar...Do we know them?"

"No, not really...Made brief contact a while back, and that's about it. Most of our records on them have been traded for."

"Blast. Ah well. Any word on the Gravorts we sent for?"

"They're on their way sir. They just activated their Resoptic Particle-Exploding Universal Fold systems."

"Don't mention that thingy...I'm still sick from being reassimilated...I can never get used to being blown up..."

"Right-o sir."

If it could have, the AI OverLord would have displayed a facial expression of mild surprise followed by disdain. The Legion's attitude toward the now-decrepit Chronosian Imperium was one of cautious condescenscion. The Imperium was not what it once was, but still not one to be trifled with.

The OverLord was about to destroy the ShadowShip, and then the other human ships, but now turned his entire attention on the CI vessal.

Perhaps the humans could be of help after all....

OOC: Decrepit am I? Oh I'm very much alive and kicking; Chaos serves very much as hot new blood; fuelling our fires across known space. Allow me a demonstration.

IC:

The sensors whirled and hissed; detecting the vessels; evidently they were not the only ones in search of legendary wealth. Weapons and shields ignited in a terrible instant; the energies of the warp permeating the space about them; tainting it with a delicious aura of pain and unknowable pleasure. Leather and metal caressed his body; teasing his nerve endings with the delightful promises of battles to come.

"Any familiar faces?"

"One, My Lord" A tech priest bowed its head, not looking the terrible beauty of its Lord in the face. "GadgetCorp vessel; a past encounter."

"Interesting; and the others?"

"Unknown, my Lord; but I advise we proceed with caution"

"We always do; Slaanesh favors us this day; we shall triumph; set course for the World. The God's will not be denied their prize..."

" Commander, message from the Legion vessal."

It took a few seconds to hear it, as it had to be translated from the AI binary language. " So, all of a sudden they want us on their side. I smell a rat, ensign."

" What you smell, commander, is probably the Chronosian ship that just blasted into the area."

Chronosia. Shit. Them and their bloody Chaos gods rhetoric. Legends in their own minds. " So, the Legion's want us to do their dirty-work for them....and get blasted into atoms for our effort, eh?"

" Apparently, commander. That AI ship was powering up to fire all weapons and then stood down when the CI's showed up."

Waiting for the half-dozen Shadow warships, no doubt. " Ensign, advise HQ that they had better make it a dozen battleships, along with an extra carrier or two. We've got us a bona-fide situation here."

"Aye, sir."

" Sir, we've got quite a crowd here."

DiRenzi looked at the report, then out of the window on the observation platform. Looked like a fuckin' convention........except there was to be no fun and games here. Just a shitload of serious business.

Chronosians, GadgetCorp, Pratesian Borg, and...what the hell?...Serene Death from the Mokee Galaxy. This was turning into a real freakshow. And all it was over was some baubles and doodads. Hardly worth dying for. The King of Black Shadows had originally ordered them to find the lost Treasure Ship for it's high tech level. But the ship had so long been missing......centuries......that the tech was inoperative, shattered, fused, melted, fried. No way to salvage anything. And Black Shadows needed more gems and precious metal like they needed a hole in their heads.

" Ensign, advise the King that as soon as the reinforcements arrive, we should get out of here. En masse, so we can cover our asses as we pull out. There are too many trigger-happy morons out there who are just itching to die for rubies and gold. Stupid."

"Aye, sir."

The asteroid kept flipping towards the planet which had become popular in the last few hours. The figures in the dim command deck kept mostly still and quiet as they got closer to the planet.
"What do they have out there?"
"They've scanned us, and they've got everything out there from military to explorer ships."
"Have any looked at us hard?"
"No sir, just general scans to check whats out there."
"So how are we holding? Are we going to end up anywhere near it?"
"Well sir, I've figured where they've all shown up and from there positions I figure we'll land anywhere from right on it to up to 100 klicks away."
"How'd you figure that?"
"Where they're all positioned, where they're concentrated and headed."
"Heh," the captain gives the commsman a big smile. "I knew I hired you for something."
"Yes sir."

The asteroid moved closer and closer.

hmm it apears we hit a decoy asteroid oh well. order the destroyers to begin the jup and stop outside the system.
yes sir!

as the brg ship advanced they began sending ships and dones to secure the weck while they hovered over them ready to destroy eny hostile ships

As the GadgetCorp Brand fighters reached within twenty feet of the ground, they released their Spyndal Walkers (spider-like mechs), which hit the barren ground with a shuddering thud. On board each fighter were two Ga-Sing combat droids (one pilot, the other a passenger) and a single NecroBot (You don't need, or want, many of those), and there was also an extra Ga-Sing unit in each walker.

Leaving a trail of dust in their wake, the ensemble moved hurridly towards where scans had picked up the heaviest amount of minerals and metals: The crashed Eternals ship.
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Onboard the Zerous, the Volt Warcruiser, Verun paced the deck of the ship. The Gravorts were taking longer than expected, though the extra six hundred fighters would be of welcome assistance when they did arrive. Still, he was not an extremely patient man, and, if he had fingernails, he would most likely be chewing them about now.

"Hm..."

"Anything wrong sir?"

"No, no...Wait...Open up a line with the Chronosian ship. Perhaps we could persuade them into an alliance. They're likely here for the same reason as us...And it wouldn't hurt to split the wealth, if it's as enourmous as I presume. Though, if they don't know, however unlikely as it may be, I shouldn't let them know..."

"Alright sir. Line open."

To whosoever may be the esteemed head of the Chronosian craft which has just entered the area:

This is Gadget Corporation Sub-Executive Vice-President Verun Marange, captain of the Zerous, currently orbiting the dead planet of Uiana’crana. We request to know, if you wouldn't mind, the nature of your business on this wasteland of a mudball?

Turel smirked and then burst into zealous laughter as he read the message. "Open communications, let us respond to their queries..."

"Yes Lord; Communications open"

We are here on our own business; we seek an ancient prize; and aim to claim it as our own. This prize shall be ours by the glory of Chaos and the power of the Warp!

The Chronosian ship paused; staying its advance on the world; as drop ships, drop pods and fighters rocketed from launch bays towards the world below them. The skies seemed streaked with fire; as they plunged against the atmosphere; advancing like the very angels of Death; the Seraphs of Hell...

"This..." The comms arrays boomed with the roaring voices "Is the road to hell! And we walk it freely!"

enemy ships are taking no notice of us.
good

sir! there apears to be objects or droids moving to the wreck!

Devert a even amount of power from other systems to the point defence lasers and knock them out also signal the ground troops and fighters to destroy enything they meet.

yes sir

"By the man-eating socks of my great Grandfather!"

"Sir, it's not that surprising."

"Not their transmission! I meant this coffee! Who made it? I want them blasted out of the airlock!"

"Right sir. Oh, and what about the Chronosians?"

"Well, let's just say that we should be glad we have the Gravorts coming. We aren't going to let some God-kissing maniacs horde the vast wealth on that ship...On second thought, we'd better tell HQ that we'll want a Hyperion too."

"A Hyperion!? Are you mad!? That thing just attracts attention! What would we need that blasted eight mile long starcruiser for?!"

"Hey! Who's the captain here? What with all these ships around, it'll be good to have a bit of extra firepower. It's a pity though; I was really hoping we wouldn't have to fight them...Actually, on second thought, don't go attacking anyone unless they do the same to us first."

audio only message to GadgetCorp:
do not try to send anymore units to the surface or they will be destroyed

it appears as though we will be out matched no matterwe just need a borg cube (to bad they dont have that much firepower they are just realy hard to destroy)

prepare a borg cube and send it here

((Uh....What?))

well its not like i cant destroy your current units here

OOC: Well, my units are quite happily on their way to the surface

((Ohhh, sorry. I couldn't understand what you were saying.))

The giant explosion rocked the ground, leaving a deep crater in its wake. The smoking, charred remains of the machines lay strewn about the blackened ground.

Fortunately, the beam only hit the walkers, and not the fighters, which flew far ahead of the ground troops. Several of the pilots looked back as the flew towards the ship wreckage, silently saluting the droids whose artificial lives were taken in an instant. Luckily, the NecroBots weren't destroyed, and they would be the ones most needed.

Spreading out, so that if another blast was fired they wouldn't all get hit (and it probably wouldn't catch them anyway), the sped through the barren land.
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Up above the planet surface, a large area of space rippled, as the image of two reassimilating Gravort Delta-Class Battlecruiser phased in an out. In a flash of ugly light, the two, enormous ships, measuring at 4650 meters and dwarfing the large volt Warship, materialized. The Hyperion, on the other hand, was still far behind.
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"They said WHAT?!"

"That any more ground troops we are to send will be destroyed. They wiped out all the walkers, sir."

"Well, we can just tell them to shove-!"

"There is some good news sir. The two Gravorts have just arrived."

"Good, good...Now we've got the chance to retaliate. Order the Gravorts to open fire upon those Borg scum!"
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The giant Ionic-Charge Laser Projectors located on the undersides of the two Gravort Battlecruisers slowly began to glow a faint red as they charged up. As power increased, that light slowly shifted to blue, and then to a blazing white.

Upon the order to fire, two enormous, twin streams of laser erupted from the projectors and cut their way through the atmosphere. Upon reaching the surface, the giant pillars of white-hot laser quickly made ash of the Borg ground troops, and left a mile-wide, smoldering crater of blackened ground in their wake.

Sir we are under attack

Computer state time for arrival of destroyer groups 1-5.

Now.

twenty five ships drop out of hyperspace good
initiate ramming course with max shield set self destruct to deonate on contact with enemy ships. (only one of the ships are doing this because it has a huge nue (i think 500 mega tones should to it) nuke on bord

Enter code

Alpha-omega-5-4-3-1-7-6-50-delta-gamma

code approved

All hands to emergency escape pods and all remaining fighters and vehicle pods

bog cue estimate time of arrival three min.
activate ramming course and nural interface

"Sir, a Borg ship is heading towards us...And its crew is evacuating?"

"I don't even need to think twice about what they're doing. They put their ship on a collision course with ours."

"Well, duh, sir. But it also seems to be moving oddly slowly."

"Probably put their shields up, the cowards. Tell the two Gravorts to open up fire with their Ultralaser turrets. If that's not enough to break through the shields, have them activate their Ionic-Charge Laser Projectors once they're back online. That should cut through them like a laser knife through butter."

"Right sir. Sending the message now."
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The three, giant turrets located on the top of each battlecruiser roatated to face the oncoming Borg ship. Their plasma batteries charged up slowly as they were activated, and soon enough six giant (but not as large as that shot from the Laser Projectors) beams of blue-hot energy shot out from the barrels of the guns and struck the shields, causing ripples of energy to run along the surface.

((Gravorts (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v649/Ycom/GravortBattleshipDelta-Class.gif)))

sensors setect that the they are charging their wepons divert all remaining power fro m all systems exept prupaulsion and emergancy life support to the shields and divert all life suport to the bridge.

new flagship 1 destoyer group
are ther any of the newyakutusk avalible
yes they are bring preped no wkit will take one day though

6th group support destroyer:
they are bing fired at launch two wehical pods in the berrals of te enemy wepons fire!

The meaningless prattle and battles of younger races were beyond and beneath Turel; he had seen much; he had done much. He had seen worlds burned clean of life; he had seen attendees sit down to feasts of their own organs; sating thirst upon their own blood. He had seen worlds where the ground runs with black ichor; as though the world shuddered and bled...He had seen the crimson agonies of dying stars; and still, he persisted.

The teleporter arrays hissed and rumbled; energy coalescing around this Lord of Chaos, as he vanished; appearing amongst the throng of his followers; the ornately, decadantly armored warriors. Drop pods opened to disgorge their human fruit; drop pods let slip whole Squads and vehicles; Predator tanks rumbled to a stop; Dreadnoughts strode upon bone crushing iron talons...

The Forces of Chaos; the perfectly perverted forces of Slaanesh; slid forth upon the world; and readied for what was to come...They had a prize; an objective. And it would theirs...

About 300 kilometers from the planet now, the asteroid continued spinning while the crew fidgeted and did final checks on everything. The captain prepared to make an announcement to the bridge crew, clearing his throat and looking around.
"Men," he said, "get yourselves ready to move and get this ship running as soon as I give the word. We are getting close to the planet now, and as soon as we enter the atmosphere I want you to maneuver us down to the crashed ship. We're gonna be rich, so just sit tight and we'll be fine."

sir there is a asteroid headed for the carash site
scan it if a threat destroy it

((Sorry Prates, but I'm having a bit of a hard time understanding you))

"Sir! The ultralaser turrets are having difficulty piercing their shields!"

"Hm...Powerful shields then. I'll say that for the Borg...Are the Laser Projectors fully charged yet?"

"Not ye-Wait, they've just informed me they're fully charged. Order to fire?"

"Yes. Tell them to fire both at their shields. If that still doesn't work, I want us to pull around to the other side of the planet."

"Right sir."
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The two humongous Ionic-Charge Laser Projectors on the underside of the Gravorts began to glow a bright, hot red. Slowly, they shifted to blue, and then to a hot white as they became fully charged. In an instant, the giant, twin beams of blazing laser erupted from the two cannons and struck the shields with awesome force. The shields was under incredible strain from the Laser Projectors and Ultralaser Turrets, and would soon break under the immense power.

a bright light shines
shields colapsing!

launch nuke impact in three seconds
(i lauch very close to your laser so you cant detect it)

((A nuke?

If the nuke is launched from the oncoming ship, wouldn't it be blown up?))

i lauch it before the shields colapse at 0.5 speed of light hard to out rus but theny you cant detect it

((Sorry, I'm still a bit confused...

1. How would you launch a nuclear missle at half the speed of light?

2. With all the beams heading towards the ship, wouldn't the rocket get hit?))

OOC: Do you guys want me to better regulate this thread as mod?

((Yes, please. I don't like having all this OOC talk.))

i lauch it before the shields colapse at 0.5 speed of light hard to out rus but theny you cant detect it
OOC: Buclear missles are kinds of phased out in FT space warfare, but in plantery assualts still hold some merit. Also the nuclear core of a missle going that fast would denoate by itself due to the high velocity and the pressure exereted on it.

OOC: Am I invisible or something?

((Well, I'm now afraid of you, and you're still heading towards the planet, but are not on it.))

OOC: Evidently missed my drop pods, drop ships and fighters...

OOC: Someone please respond to Chronosia's IC post as I do not really want to get involed in this thread.

((Ohh...Well, I'm a bit preoccupied with Prates and vice-versa, our ground troops are also busy racing towards the wreck, and, uh...Not many other people are on now.))

Alarm sirens were going off in the aseroid-covered ship.
"Sir we're being actively scanned and we're coming up on a group of drop pods heading to the planet!"

The captain let out a curse before barking out orders. "Launch the rear cover and start up the main reactor; activate the maneuvering jets and stop our spin; point us directly at the planet and then go to full burn. And don't hit anything on the way down damnit!"

All of a sudden small holes appeared on the ship, out of which maneuvering jets fired and sensors peeked out. One end of the asteroid launched off as the craft stopped spinning and started to head towards the planet. After a few seconds the engines blazed a briliant green as the launched the ship towards the planet.

"I said don't hit anything!" the captain yelled as they veered past several drop pods.

"I haven't hit anything yet sir," the pilot replied, concentrating on the job at hand. He stared at the screen as the planet got ever closer.

Marange muttered as he glanced at the contantly-yelling monitering agent's screen. On it could be seen the energy signatures of several Chronosian craft and...A fly-by meteorite? No...More likely a disguised ship. Well, that would stall the Chronosians long enough. He would have used the Gravorts' Laser Projector cannons again to wipe them out, but since they had been used twice in the same hour, their plasma batteries needed another few to charge up. And besides, until they made a hostile move against the ground troops, or themselves, they didn't feel like creating any unwanted conflicts.
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Down on the surface of the planet, the AI Storms continued to speed towards the crash site, flying low to the ground so as to try and escape detection. If the Borg wanted to launch another orbital assault, they sure as heck didn't want to be seen.

Across the surface of the world they plunged; chainaxes roaring; the howl of bolters and sonic weapons filling the air with rage and fury; the iron thunder of Tank treads; the raw thump of advancing dreadnoughts; all mixed with the warcries of the Marines. Hurling themselves forth; ready to cleanse and kill for the ultimate prize. The wealth and glory that awaited them; and the power that such favor to Turel would bring them...

He himself bestrode the world like an armored god; a beautiful and terrible angel of darkness and depravity; his flesh cloaks billowed; touching on silk; his armor seemed to shift with dancing runes; the brightness searing forth...
He would take this bauble; and he would adorn all he possessed with it; he would be revered and feared. He would triumph.

Marange rubbed his chin, contemplating the situation they were in. There were now four different forces on the surface of the planet, including their own, all heading towards the same destination. Half of the GadgetCorp troops had been blown away, and likewise to the Borg. The Chronosians were in full company, as well as march, and whoever was piloting the meteor-ship was yet to reach the planet surface.

They were outmatched, if not outmanned.

"You."

"Yes, sir?"

"How much is supposedly on that crashed ship?"

"Innumerable amounts of valuable metals, gems, and crystals."

"Innumerable, eh? Hm...Open a line with the Chronosians again. If this works, we'll still be able to obtain a hefty amount of wealth, without so many of the casualties to our men-err, droids."

"Line is now open, sir."

This is Gadget Corporation sub-exectuive vice president Verun Marange again.

Now, as you undoubtedly know, we are both working towards the same goal. As I see it, there is enough wealth on that ship for the both of us. I'd like to propose a temporary alliance; at least until the treasure is found.

A temporary alliance...Yes, that suits us; We shall claim the prize for both of us. However, I must advise you to remove the enemy from the orbital battlefield; destroy all you can, while we secure the prize...The Gods shall not be denied their gift; and I shall not be denied my glory! By Slaanesh, together we shall triumph!

Agreed. We're moving in to attack as we speak. We shan't want another bombardment on the part of the Borg. Oh, and we've picked up a ship in your vicinity. Disguised itself as a meteorite. Might want to take a look at that. Marange out.
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"Are we in position yet?"

"Yes sir. Plasma batteries for the Laser Projectors are nearly charged up, and the enemy is in range of the ultralaser turrets. Your permission to attack now?"

"Hm...Yes, go ahead. Launch the assault. We'll have to make due while the Hyperion gets here."

"Right sir."
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The comm. systems onboard the three ships blared out the message to everyone on the ships.

"All hands, proceed to battle stations. All pilots, prepare you ships, but standby until further notice. I repeat: All hands, proceed to battle stations. All pilots, prepare your ships, but standby until further notice."

Ga-Sing combat droids ran, in what seemed like chaos, but upon closer inspection was actually careful order, through the halls, either heading to the docking bays, command center, or weapons placements.

In the hangars, pilots refueled, restocked, and resupplied their ships, in the event their assistance would be needed on the battlefield. The majority of the fighters in the two Gravorts were Wraiths, whose cloaking technology would come in handy, but there were also many AI Storms, to lead the assault if it would come to that.
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Outside, the Gravorts and Volt Warship pulled into place, the multitude of smaller(?) Borg ships within firing range. The three Ultralaser turrets on each Gravort swung around to face the enemy, and crews within charged up the giant Plasma Batteries which powered them. The crew in the Zerous did the same, powering up the 70 Heavy Laser Cannons and 30 Dual-Barrel Laser Cannons for an assault on the enemy.

In an instant, the three ships unleashed an utter hailstorm of blazing fire upon the Borg ships*, streams of laser and ion ripping through the emptiness of space.


*((Complete List Of Weapons Firing:
-70 Heavy Laser Cannos
-30 Dual-Barrel Laser Cannons
-48 Massive Ion Cannons (24 per each Gravort)
-6 Massive Ultralaser Turrets (3 per Gravort)))

OOC about the missile it in a stasis thing to prevent it from imploding and a small warp core to increase the speed(either that or i just let it fly at 0.10 it it will still hit)

remaining ground forces leader

hm we are out numbered activate all vehicles and establish a defencive perimeter.

in space:
The borg cube ahs arrived along with 20 of the new Yakutsk cruiser/ battlecruiser with more on the way

ahh!
Sir destroyer groups 1,3,and 6 have been destroyed but most of the vehicals and drones are now on the planet(most as in 60%)

hmm Fire all wepons
(500 quantum torpedoes
20 med ion cannon
50 med plasma cannons
100 med turbo laser batteries
50 kain fighters
from each Yakutsk cruiser/ battlecruiser
250 remaining photon torpedoes
10 med ion cannons
5 turbo laser batteries
several nukes enhanced with animatter
from each pax light destroyer (these were ment for mass production and thats why they are so weak))

to the borg cube: begin attackeing enemy vessals (its hard to destroy because it's large and self healing)

OOC: Who exactly are you firing at?

((Me, I'd guess, since I just wiped out 3 squads of destroyers.))

"Oh god, oh god!"

"Stop blabbering men, and get those shields up before the missles hit!" yelled Marange as explosions rocked the deck.

"Yes sir!"

"I want to know the ship's status report NOW lieutenant!"

"Power levels are at thirty percent for us, and sixty-two percent for the two Gravorts. It's lucky the shielding system have seperate generators from the weapons, or we'd be toast right about now."

"Is there any good news?!"

"Well, we did manage to take out three squadrons of destroyers."

"Hm...Good...But not good enough! Tell the two Gravorts to convert half their engine power to shields, and I want us on maximum shield levels! And holocom HQ and ask them where in the blazes the Hyperion is-"

"Sir."

"What?!"

"It's here. The Hyperion is here."
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A giant rift opened up in an empty section of space near the Gadget Corporation vessels. And by giant, this hole was collossal. Truly enormous.

Out of the swirling pink wormhole emerged a ship of epic proportions. The craft, a Hyperion Gamma-Class Starcruiser, was the size of a small city. Its collossal size made the large Gravorts look like nothing more than a toy next to a full-blown craft, and the Volt Warship couldn't even be compared to its massiveness.

The monstrous Hyperion Starcruiser slowly moved towards the front of the GadgetCorp vessels, small jumps of electrostatic glow running along the faint image of its green, spherical shields. As it moved, it slowly charged its massive arsenal of weapons in preparation for the upcoming battle.


((Hyperion (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v649/Ycom/HyperionStarcruiser.gif)

Total Armaments:

2 Plasma-Ion-Charge Collossal Laser Projectors (One on each side, the green lights)
3 Massive Ultralaser Turrets
600 Automatic Heavy Plasma Cannon Batteries
400 Automatic Dual-Barrel Heavy Plasma Cannon Turrets
100 Electro-Shock Grapplers

Total Docking Space: 950 Fighters

Big, huh? And no, I didn't just make this up. The prototype was created in July))

OOC: rumulan thi geh cheater
IC: oh god contact the collective for the second cube fleete(25 cubes even your nice ship cant stand against that also im trying to update my thread so i will actualy have a real capital class ship)


tell he cube to dirrect all wepons on that (i hope my new upgrade to the collective shielding modulation works)

also launch the new AI (but just a bot a real AI loyal to the collective) Virus onto the computers of the enemy ships via subspace

((Nah, it's not Romulan, I'm not Star Trek-based. I just like the picture. And aren't viruses a bit low-tech in this era?))

Upon the Hyperion's weapons having fully charged up, the entire ship began to glow a soft green, which slowly grew to become more violent. Soon, it was a blinding, vivid green, as all gunners aimed towards the enemy.

In a flash of an even brighter green light, an enourmous arsenal of firepower was launched at both the Borg Cube and the remaining Borg ships. A firestorm of blazing, white-hot laser burned its way through the cold, empty void that was space, heading directly towards the Borg ships.*

*((Weapons Aimed at the Cube:
-1 Plasma-Ion-Charge Collossal Laser Projector
-3 Massive Ultralaser Turrets
200 Automatic Heavy Plasma Cannon Batteries

Everything else was aimed at the remaining Borg ships, but spread-out

Oh, and how goes it on the ground Chronosia?))

OOC: Okay Chronosia I believe at the moment your are fighting Prates. Prates please use better grammer. Also I have a little suprise on the bridge of the transport to however gets there first.

OOC: I see no one attacking me; nor has he seemed to attack me, even through his various grammatical misgivings. As such, I am currently on my way, unopposed; IC post pending.

((As am I, on my way...Unopposed. I'm a bit farther ahead than Chronosia though, if for no reason than I started going sooner. Eh...I've got too much time on my hands.))

OOC: I leave up to you two to decide who gets the response to one of you reaching the bridge. Or two of your main guys can get it. Also this is more of a starnge thing, but I will reveal it soon enough...

"Fighter Squadron Delta, come in Squadron Delta."

"Squardon Delta team leader here. Wha'cha need, command?"

"Once you reach the ship wreckage, I want you to set up a base camp. You'll find supplies for a small relay and repair center in your ships. Wait until the Chronosian troops arrive before doing anything else."

"Got'cha, command. Squadron Delta team leader out...

Alright boys, you heard him. Once we get to the wreck, establish a base camp. Relays and repair center."

"I wondered what all that stuff in our supply trunks were."

"Well, now you know. We're coming up on the crash site, so get ready to land."

(All eighty-five in unison) "Right. Over and out."

bump Choronsia

Marine biker squads tore across the terrain; Rhino's containing troops moved with them; relentless squads of Marines sprinted forth, or poured from these transports; on their way towards the prize; the ship looming ahead of them. Predator tanks bit at the ground with their iron treads; as the Imperium relentlessly advanced.

Turel stepped forth as they saw the others, waiting by it. "We are here" He hissed, his eyes narrow; almost suspicious. "Let us waste no time; I did not come all this way to be denied our prize. The enemy is all about; if we do not move soon, we will be overrun!"

Several of the droids looked up from finishing up the base camp, towards the cloud of dust that could be seen over the horizon. The only thought on that which crossed their internal circuitry was, "Chronosians."

By the time the allied troops had reached the ship wreckage, the Ga-Sing droids had finished building a few, medium-sized tent-like buildings: A Comm. Center, a Medical Tent, and a Repairs Tent.

The first of the robots to advance to the Chronosians, were, of course, the NecroBots, the ruthless, cold-hearted killing machines of the GadgetCorp military, standing at 7'10", along with the Delta Squadron leader.

"Glad to see you made it on good time. Any repairs needed, or can we start into the ship?"

((Necrobot (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v649/Ycom/NecroBot.png)))

"We can begin" Turel sneered "I want my fair share of the spoils, Machine Spirit" He hissed, his eyes alive with warp fire. "I shall prove myself to the Gods and to my Emperor! I shall lead crusades! I shall claim worlds; and none shall say that I am a failure. I shall attain perfection, and Slaanesh shall bless me! Not even Remiel shall be my equal! None shall equal me" He ceased his ranting; whirling upon the robot.

"Let us go forth; my men hunger for sensation...."

"Oh, of course you'll have your fair share. Yours is such a worthy cause, after all."

The robot spoke with no sarcasm in its voice, but instead the simple tone of one who is stating fact. With a wave, he sent the NecroBots off towards the ship.

"I'll gather our forces and be at the ship in a minute."

The squadron leader walked off towards the camp, yelling several orders around the milling crowd of around two hundred fifty Ga-Sing droids. After the yelling, about three-fourths of the robots grabbed their weapons and ran off towards the entrance to the ship, while the other fourth of them continued to go about their business, whatever business droids have...

Grabbing a small holocom unit for recording purposes, the squad leader ran after the rest of his droids.

Suddenly, a rift opens in the very fabric of space as three Whitestar class monitors and one Ha'Tak class mothership make the jump from Hyperspace to normal space.

"Captain," says the helmsman of the lead Whitestar, "local space appears to be filled with a large amount of debris and unidentified vessels."

OOC: So do both want me to descirbe the ship as you go through it though it is pretty small when it comes to the area the crew uses to manage the ship since it is an AI controlled transport.

((If you'd like. It would allow us to have a better feel for the environment.))

As they entered the ship the interior of it was still intact and the standard hallways of twenty feet wide and twelve feet tall were preserved well enoigh to traveled through. On the ship the decoration of the Eternal tongue still remained still in the gold they had been written in.

The four ships start to move towards the planet.

Captain Robert Deel, C.O. of the lead Whitestar, asks, "What was the name of this planet again?"

Lieutenant Monroe, the Chief Science Officer, replied, "According to the data we took from the computers of that pirate ship, this planet is known as Uiana’crana. Also, it is apparently the location of a crashed ship containing tons of stones, precious and semi-precious, and some gold and silver, according to local legend."

"Interesting. Contact Babylon 4 and see how they want us to proceed."

"Aye, sir," responded Ensign Marg, the Communications Officer then on duty.

OOC: I hate grammar, but oh well. Also SeaQuest don't get caught in the crossfire.

IC: As the enemy troops and drones passed the Borg waited for the opportune moment to strike
...A Few Min. Later...
The soldiers enter the ship
:Good deploy all mechs and rail guns and begin firing on the ship!"

In space: "Sir! We have lost 10 of our new cruisers and 2 more destroyer groups! Also the cube has lost 80% of the surface structure and self repair procedures have been initiated!" (I am down to 55% of my forces, I think.)

"Good. Computer what is the estimated time of reinforcements."
"Ten min."
"OK now troops we have to hold out until they get here along with more support ships."

Turel let his fingers drift across the old Eternal script; when the echoes of gunfire against the hull echoed around him; eliciting a snarl from him, as he whirled about. "Who is firing at us!? How much can this vessel take!? All units; open fire! I will not be denied!" He roared.

The Vehicles outside whirled to fire at Prates; the main cannon of the Predator going off; a shell headed straight for the group as the autocannons and lascannons on the sides opened fire; daemonically enfused projectiles hurtling towards them; while the bikers roared forth; cackling as they opened fire with built in bolters and their own bolt-pistols; while others bellowed in insane bloodlust; swinging chainaxes or chainswords as they passed.

"TO THE SLAUGHTER!" Came their cry; all to eager to fight; all too eager to die.

"Hmm fine all PDL and laser cannons Fire!"

I order one borg to over load his systems and blow up on the drones(should destroy it)

OOC: i have to sleep

OOC; You also don't do description and frankly can't actually RP understandably; what exactly did you just do..?

Captain Deel orders, "Have the other two Whitestars scan this debris field for anything we can scavange or salvage."

"Aye, sir."

Two Whitestars split off and begin to check the debris. Meanwhile, the lead Whitestar and the Ha'Tak enter into a geo-synchronous orbit around the planet's geographical north pole.

The Ga-Sings inside the wreckage charged the Borg along with the Chronosian troops, the NecroBots, who were, again, at the front, firing off flurries of minirockets (from the launchers on their backs) upon reaching them. Upon getting close enough to the enemy, they would begin to rip them apart with their devastatingly destructive claws.

The droids who had remained at the base camp, upon hearing the gunfire and seeing the mechs and railguns outside the ship, immediately scrambled to their fighters. With a whir, and a giant flurry of dust, the ships took off and began bombarding the Borg outside the wreck with laser and plasma.

"Captain," reported Lieutenant Monroe, "we are detecting a massive battle on the planet's surface."

"Hmm," said Deel, stroking his chin thoughtfully, "keep an eye on it and the orbital battle we noticed on the way in."

"Aye, sir."

OOC: wont matter the troops are dead well almost. Also GadgetCorp how many losses do you have

IC: On the planet: as the fighters came in the drone commander ordered all remaining drones to retreat and regroup in a skirmishing pattern

In space: "The battle does not fair well commander."
"I can see that."
"We have lost more units and are down to one destroyer group and 2 cruisers, but he good news is that the cube has now adapted to the enemy frequencies."
"That's good."


Estimated time to renforcements 10 min.

"Have the Ha'Tak deploy one Death Glyder to do an arial survey of the battle site," orders Captain Deel.

"Aye, sir."

A single Death Glyder class multi-role attack fighter launched from the Ha'Tak. Its wings unfolded as soon as it was clear of the launch bay. The Death Glyder (with its weapon systems off-line) dove down into the planets atmosphere.

The asteroid-ship burned its way through the atmosphere with its top side aiming down towards the planet. The ship's outer rock covering breaks away reveal a metalic covering which was becoming molten with the heat of entering the atmosphere.

"Are we through?"
"Yessir, but we're picking up signatures down there. I believe some have already gotten to the prize."
The captain gritted his teeth. "Not on my watch," he said under his breath. He quickly barked out orders: "Helmsman, flip us so that our belly is down and cut all thrusters to 50%. Shieldsman, set shields to double bottom and draw extra power from the engines. Commsman, give the helmsman coordinates to that mass of ground signatures."

He gave a slight smirk before sighing. "We're gonna have to make a crash landing."

In space:

A convoy arrives before the main group and consists of 1,000 tactical support frigates along with much needed supplies.

Later...out of range of enemy weapons:
all frigates fire catapults!

Remaing forces:
Fall back to friegates and keep fireing

OOC: the virus is low tech but new enough to be effective. It messes with your computer and turns it against you

((Okay, uh...Let's see...My losses...
I Lost On The Ground: 2/3 of my Troops (the ground units from the laser)
Left On The Ground: Around 240 Ga-Sing Droids and 100 or so fighters
I lost In Space: The Frigate (Vaporized)
Damaged in Space: Volt: down to 30% power, Gravorts: 61% power
My Volt was behind my two Gravorts, which had their shields up, otherwise it would have been obliterated. It's smaller though, so it got damaged more. And I don't think you attacked my Hyperion yet.

As for the virus, could you tell me how it works? Depending on that, it affects my systems differently))

OOC: the virus was sent through the subspace message "do not send anymore troops down or they will be destroyed." or something like that and it was disguised an part of the message.
Once in the computer it begins rewriting programs and leaves a copy in separate computers that will resist the event of a full systems shutdown.
The re written programs would be environmental controls navigation weapon and shielding. eventually turning the ship on its owner.

Also i used the cube to attack Hyperion

IC: "Continue the bombardment and provide cover fire!"

((But, uh...My computers don't function as computers do now. Most of it is done through Bio-Optical headsets and act as per more of a "Virtual World" than a regular screen...Though there are screen through which people without headsets can view what those that do are seeing.

Besides, there are security programs in place. Would a simple virus affect your "computers"?))

Actually i said it was a AI that mean it can think eventually it will get pass. Also even if you use security you still have to use some kind of code whether binary or another one but it will adapt.

(also i found a easy way out of this i turned off all sub space messaging unless there is a code on a radio frequency first)

((Alright, alright. I'll meet you halfway (even though you never mentioned the virus before). But remember, the message was only sent to the Volt Warship, before the Gravorts came. Also, because the ship only has about 40% of its power now, many systems are offline. The only ones that're actually on are the shield generators and the main control systems))

A sudden lurch rocked the ship, the crew inside being jostled. Fortunately, besides a minor case of whiplash, no one was hurt.

"What in Davis Orinaos' name was that? Are the stabilizers malfunctioning?"

"No sir...I can't tell what's happening. It look like...Yes!"

"What? What?!"

"It looks like we've picked up a rogue Artificial Intelligence, which is messing around with the systems."

"Must have been sent over during the Borg's transmission...Sly, very sly...Dispatch the Security AI's to track it down and delete the menace."

"It'll take a while, but I'm on it-aaughhh!"

The monitering agent was interrupted as the ship gave another lurch. As he activated the AI's, the artificial gravity was deactivated, and the entire crew began to float about in the room.
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Outside the Zerous, the two Gravorts, who had been shielded from the Borg Cube's last attack by the massive Hyperion's shields, slowly moved into place beside it.

Though they were only at 89%, they still had enough power, if they turned off engines and converted that energy to the weapons, to unleash another hailstorm upon the enemy. All three ships slowly charged their weapons, and again leashed the utter torrent of fire down upon the heads of the enemy Borg Ships.

((Weapons List:
At The Cube:
-1 Plasma-Ion-Charge Collossal Laser Projector
-2 Massive Ultralaser Turrets
200 Automatic Heavy Plasma Cannon Batteries

At The Other Ships:
-70 Heavy Laser Cannons
-30 Dual-Barrel Laser Cannons
-48 Massive Ion Cannons (24 per each Gravort)
-7 Massive Ultralaser Turrets (3 per Gravort, and one from the Hyperion)))

OOC: This is turning into a pretty big battle and just to tell everyone I am still keeping watch over this thread.

(actualy most your wepons are on the 5 crusers and the 1 destroyer group because the long rang things are still out of range. Also on the planet all my units are scattered and running and all vehicals have been destroyed by your forces)

IC: In space
Another destroyer gets destoyed and the other ship's shields are down down to 20%.

A transwarp conduit opens and 50 crusers and 10 borg cubes come out. (I rueduced the nuber to defen prates against a incusion through the hole in my defence.)

"Good to see some renforcemnts!"
" Remnets of orginal fleet we are here to aid you and are at your disposal."
" All cubes attack the Hyperion, and the rest destroy the other ships!"

The AI:
MEssage to copy:
"Initiate full reset."(i said this would not effect the backup cpoies of my virus but it will wipe out the AI or atlease i hope you didn't leave any redundencies)

((Edit: They when on a full-systems cleansing. The AI's would had gone through the entire mainframe))

Marange stared out the window as the small armada appeared through the rift. Turning, he yelled at a nearby communications agent.

"Order the Hyperion and Gravorts to put up their shields! And I want us directly behind the Hyperion! Now!"

"Right sir. Message sent sir!"

"And send a message to HQ! I want them to send along more Gravorts...Make it...uh...Twelve!"

"Right sir."
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In the space around the planet, the three, massive ships up front poured nearly all their energy into their shields, and soon, the trio of ships were surronded in spherical, semi-translucent shields, each crackling with phases of electric-green energy. Behind them, the smaller Volt Warcruiser moved to be directly behind the Hyperion, to shield itself should the worst happen.

Captain Deel asked, "Has anyone sent any fire our way?"

"No, sir."

"Status of the Glyder."

"Circling the battle on the surface at a safe distance."

(OOC: I would have done it as soon as one of the copies were deleted so you cant go through the whole system. Also I thought the shields were already up)
IC: "Lets assume they called for more ships. if they id that we need more firepower." He ponders on this a moment.
""Call one of the new Atlantis class super carriers."

((The shields were up, but now they've increased power.

And could you please explain what exactly the virus is doing?))

"Captain, we are picking up lots of comm chatter."

"Hmmm," pondered Deel, "all these people must be here because of the legend."

"One can only assume so," said Monroe.

((The shields were up, but now they've increased power.

And could you please explain what exactly the virus is doing?))
It is initiating a systemwide shutdown do destroy security

((I mean how though. By initiating a shutdown, it wouldn't destroy the security AI's, just disable all systems (which, would in fact, allow my technicians to deploy a complete system purge).))

OOC: Okay computer viruses have to gemrally get past firewalls and passwords first. Also a anti-virus can be used against an computer virus.

"Captain! We are picking up another Hyperspatial Jump!"

"Who the Hell could that be!?"

"Scanning. Sir! Its a Shadow ship, a Battlecrab class attack cruiser."

"What are they doing here? I knew the Emperor should have kept them on a tighter leash instead of allowing them to do pretty much as the please."

"Sir, they are one of the First Ones. We were lucky that they agreed to allie themselves with us in the first place instead of just blasting us out of space."

"Just broadcast a warning message to everyone near this planet."

"Aye, sir."

To all ships. Warning, a rogue Shadow Battlecrab class attack cruiser has jumped to normal space and is heading this way. This is no joke. Just one of these things was able to take out a small moon. Cut it in half if I remember the report correctly.

((I mean how though. By initiating a shutdown, it wouldn't destroy the security AI's, just disable all systems (which, would in fact, allow my technicians to deploy a complete system purge).))

...from the backups that i placed copies in. Also it just infiltrates the power supple thing and shuts it down.

And The Scandinavians i said it was a AI meaning it can get pass passwords and firewalls instead of just a limited comp virus.( like the rouge thing i accidentally made my country have)

IC: The rouge Battlecrab approaches the SeaQuest fleet. Its weapon fires. The beam cuts one of the Whitestars to ribbons in seconds. There is a brief flare as the Whitestar's reactor goes critical. The Battlecrab peels off, its black bio-hull blending into the blackness of space.

OOC: The Battlecrab is a wild card. Handle it as you wish. If you want, I will provide you with the stats. Just to let you know, it takes around the concentrated fire power of three undamaged Whitestars to take a Battlecrab out. I only have two Whitestars left.

OOC: one of my cubes could handle it by itself hut they are busy engaging that big ship thing
IC: message from cubes
The New carrier is on its way 30 more min via warp trans warp conduit

The battle:
Destroyers left: 3/30 (all my destroyers they are being replaced but i need to come up with the ship name)
cruisers: 14/20
Cubes :10/11
frigates 1,000/1,000
fighters(kain) destroyed
drones: 50/2000
vehicles all destroyed

OOC: Uh, the Battlecrab was the main class used by the Shadows during the Shadow Wars. I'll see if I can get you the yield of its weapons.

EDIT: This link should provide you all the info you'll need to know about the Shadow's ship-based weaponry.
http://www.b5tech.com/science/weapons/deathray/deathray.html

There is a reason it is called a Death Ray.

OOC: that why we call this the collective with self healing ships and active defences that reder wepons useless after a few hits

IC: Captain Deel orders, "Have the Ha'tak initiate landing sequence."

"Aye, sir."

The Ha'tak proceeds to drop lower and lower into the planet's atmosphere.

OOC: You may be able to adapt, but will you be able to handle the shear firepower. The Shadow Death Ray is 20 meters in diameter (read the page I linked to). Also, please note, the Ha'tak class long-range warship/assault ship/carrier is 665 meters in diameter and 318 meters high. Here is a link to a picture of a Ha'tak landed on a planetary surface.
http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Jaffa/hatakground.jpg

((I don't know, some types of ships managed to survive a hit by a laser projector as wide as the 4.5 Kilometer battlecruiser it was attached to.

Reference (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v649/Ycom/GravortBattleshipDelta-Class.gif) The laser is the giant, circular thing on the bottom of the ship.))

IC: The Ha'tak drops below the planet's cloud layer. The ship touches down in a massive cloud of dust.

"Should we deploy troops to form a defensive perimeter?"

"No, that may be viewed as a hostile act by one of the others."

OOC: The Shadow Death Ray has canon proof of the ability to cut a small planetoid into pieces (specifically a moon of Jupiter). You can see why I decided to enlist them as a NPC ally (that is the ones that didn't split off from the main Shadow government and go "rouge"). You do have to remember that the Shadows are one of the First Ones and are a race that is billions of years old (canon Babylon 5). Here is a low-end estimate of the weapon's power: no less than 9.69*1017 watt, or nearly 1 million terawatts, in power. (I didn't do the math, you can thank www.b5tech.com for all my stats and info on Babylon 5 stuff).

OOC: The cube is huge so it cant be destroyed quickly(Or i will bring the shields down then assimalate it. Actualy I think ill do that)

IC: A tear in space opens and a atlantis class carrier come out and lauches (1000 defiant class) all its fighters. then decends to the planet to drop off all its drones/ clones ( I hate sending real drones so i make clones assimalate them them put them on carriers but only carriers.)

OOC: Just an FYI, it took a Vorlon light cruiser 12 seconds to destroy a Shadow Battlecrab. Just remember that the Vorlons and Shadows are amoung the races known as the First Ones and are both billions of years old.

IC: On the Pel'tac (bridge) of the Ha'tak, the Jaffa were actively scanning for the Battlecrab with no luck.

Meanwhile, the two Whitestars are zipping around in orbits around the planet, searching for it.

Deel said, "If they are brazen enough to send a Battlecrab, then that may mean they may already have troops on the surface. Scan for their bio-energy. They may be able to hide themselves from older equipment, but we can at least track their bio-etheric energy now."

"Aye, sir," replied Lieutenant Monroe.

IC: The Ha'tak drops below the planet's cloud layer. The ship touches down in a massive cloud of dust.

"Should we deploy troops to form a defensive perimeter?"

"No, that may be viewed as a hostile act by one of the others."

OOC: The Shadow Death Ray has canon proof of the ability to cut a small planetoid into pieces (specifically a moon of Jupiter). You can see why I decided to enlist them as a NPC ally (that is the ones that didn't split off from the main Shadow government and go "rouge"). You do have to remember that the Shadows are one of the First Ones and are a race that is billions of years old (canon Babylon 5). Here is a low-end estimate of the weapon's power: no less than 9.69*1017 watt, or nearly 1 million terawatts, in power. (I didn't do the math, you can thank www.b5tech.com for all my stats and info on Babylon 5 stuff).
OOC: Some the things on that site are really flawed about age where they say the shadows are billions of years old they are only millions of years old and instead of billions it should be millions in ALOT of places.

((Anyone else think we might need an OOC thread?))

Marange looked around in the darkness of the ship; he had ordered the monitering agents to shut off the power and activate a system-wide purge of the virus, and that usually took several minutes.

"Lieutenant."

"Yes sir?"

"Relay a message to the Hyperion and Gravorts on the old MI96 comm. system. Tell them to move around closer to the Borg ships and launch another assault. They seem to be pulling dozens ships out of nowhere in a matter of less than an hour, and I don't like them having such a large force."

"Right sir. Message has been sent."
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As the Zerous sat in space, with only its shields online, the massive Hyperion and two Gravorts activated their ionic thrusters and moved towards the Borg ships, stopping just short of the enemy weapons, but close enough for the larger of their weapons, namely the Laser Projectors.

In the same light show of astounding, magnificent green-white light, the three ships again released a bombardment of laser and plasma upon the Borg ships.


((For the record, in listed in levels of power, that's:
2x Plasma-Ionic-Charge Laser Projectors
2x Ionic-Charge Laser Projectors
9x Massive Ultralaser Turrets
48x Massive Ion Cannons))

The grounded Ha'tak launched all the remaining eleven of its Death Glyders. Half were to go on defensive patrol around the landing site. The other half joined the first Glyder in circling the battle around the crash site of the legendary treasure ship.

"Hey."

"What, 978-4?"

"Did anyone else notice those ships flying above us?"

"..."
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No one knew quite why none of the 100 or so fight pilots hadn't noticed the Death Glyders flying over, but no one had to ask if they were going to fix that problem either.

The Wraith(MkII) pilots activated their cloaking systems and swung around, the AI Storms following closely behind.

IC: The six Glyders swung around in formation to do another pass.

The co-pilot in the lead Glyder leaned over his console and tapped his friend on the back. The pilot turned his head and looked over his shoulder with a questioning look.

The co-pilot asks, "I know we are supposed to keep our weapons off-line, but what if they fire first?"

The pilot answers, "Frankly, I don't know. Command will let us know what to do at that time, I guess."

OOC: FYI, Death Glyders are armed with only two staff weapons and have no defense shields. However, to make up for these weaknesses, they are fast and highly manuverable(sp?).

An odd, and somewhat complicated, message was sent to each of the death glyders.

We're sorry that it's come to this, but we're afraid we must ask you to leave. We would prefer to not have to fight and ruin possible future trade agreements or purchases from Gadget Corporation, but we feel it may be in your best interests, and ours, if you were to return from whence you came. Failure to do so will result in hostile actions being taken, we're afraid.

Five of the Glyders head back in the direction of the Ha'tak which landed a few miles away. The remaining Glyder lands on a rocky outcropping to allow its engines a time to cool down.

The Chronosians had poured back into the vessel; Turel forcing forward in an almost mindless rage. "We must find it; secure it!" He roared; his hands tearing at the inlaid writings of the Eternals; no longer concerned with any primal meaning; only consumed by the lust for the priceless treasure that lay within. "We shall secure this with our allies; and take our fill. We shall have our glory in the Imperium; we shall show Remiel; we shall honor the Emperor!"

He cackled; madness pouring in every word and action; beautiful and tragic madness; he would lead them to glory or to ruin. "We shall be venerated above all others!"

The asteroid-ship was coming in fast.
"Sir, we'll land about 50 meters outside the target. Time to target 2 minutes."
The captain smiled. Well, this should be interesting."

The remaining Ga-Sings followed the Chronosians inside, leaving the hundred NecroBots outside to guard the enterance.

Unlike their allies, they took their time as they went in, taking visual images of the writings along the halls for examination purposes later.

System Lord Chronos shook his head at the senseless destruction of archeological treasures that was being displayed on the viewscreen of the Ha'tak's pel'tac. The sensors on the grounded Glyder were picking this up and relaying it back to the mothership.

Chronos groaned, "Its a shame we don't have a compliment of Re'tou with us."

OOC: Did i say 1,000 i meant 5,000 they don't call it a super carrier for nothing. Also i did not intercept your message its battlefield logic you are out numbered and you would call for more ships but if this keeps going i will lose my entire fleet because you have a bigger one.)

IC: right before the ship enters the atmosphere a message rings out saying Launch all buzz droids now! (you know those things from star wars episode three)
"All units advance destroy those ships and guard our carrier!"

The two SeaQuestian Whitestars in orbit manage to track down the cloaked Battlecrab and begin to pummel it with their beam weapons. However, the Battlecrab's shields are proving very difficult to take down by two lone Whitestars. A call for reinforcements is sent. Meanwhile, the Battlecrab escapes by using the debris floating around in orbit to cause the Whitestars to break off pursuit.

The Chronosians had poured back into the vessel; Turel forcing forward in an almost mindless rage. "We must find it; secure it!" He roared; his hands tearing at the inlaid writings of the Eternals; no longer concerned with any primal meaning; only consumed by the lust for the priceless treasure that lay within. "We shall secure this with our allies; and take our fill. We shall have our glory in the Imperium; we shall show Remiel; we shall honor the Emperor!"

He cackled; madness pouring in every word and action; beautiful and tragic madness; he would lead them to glory or to ruin. "We shall be venerated above all others!"
One phase of writing swritten in the Eternal tongue revealed it's meaning to Turel it read," To find the treasure of the Eternals you must first be willing to understand what you repsetn. To find the great treasure left here here on this ship by the Eternals look within in yourself and try understand why you are truyl here."

Lord Chronos broadcasts a message from the pel'tac of his Ha'tak to everything in range.

Why is it that you all must fight for the treasure legend says is here? Is it not true that true that the legends claim that there is enough for all to walk away with an even split? Armed conflict must, and always should be, a last resort when words do not work. The fact that you came prepared for combat, and not for science, proves that you were not even going to attempt a try at this. I could not help but not, you brought no science vessels with you, so how would you expect to be able to read the directions within the wreck?

Chronos turns to the Page on his left and whispers in his ear. The Page rushes off. Soon, the Ha'tak's standard complement of 1,000 Jaffa emerge from the ship and set up a base camp nearby.

Meanwhile, in orbit, nine Vorchan class attack cruisers jump from Hyperspace to normal space to aid the Whitestars in hunting down the Shadow Battlecrab.

"I am here for glory; I am here to better myself and the Imperium. I am here to surpass my rivals; to become more than I have set out as! Does not the whole become more than the sum of its parts!? That is my goal; that is my devotion!"

He paused as the Seaquest message came through his comms unit; bellowing in laughter.
We claim what is ours; we came to it first! And now we take it for its true Master's! Such treasure deserves to belong to the powerful! To exist as tribute and symbols of power; to be sacrificed before the gods! We bring our own science with us, Worm! The Adeptus Mechanicus know more of technology than you could fathom; they revere their Machine God! Who are you to stand against the will of Chaos! Who are you to defy the Gods!?

Chronos heard the message as it was relayed to the pel'tak. He sighs at the Chronosian's disregard for historical knowledge. He could feel the displeasure of his symbiote and groaned.

Another message was broadcast.

Don't trifile with me youngster. In the thousands of years I have been around, I have never before seen such useless waste. Combat, if it occurs, must be effecient and effective, never wasteful.

Meanwhile, in orbit, the SeaQuestian ships were attempting to box in the Battlecrab.

Thousands of years? We too have endured Millenia; we are the powerful, the formidible! What is knowledge that we do not possess; we the heirs and Scions of Chaos! We promised Daemonhood at the hands of the Gods! Who are you to judge us in our quest for perfection. The ancient words speak to me; I fathom their meaning; all history that could be used or salvaged is rotted; only the prize remains!

Chronos's ancient symbiote sighed silently to himself while his host sighed aloud. Neither could understand ineffecient waste. Their very tacical minds would have concentrated on one objective at a time. Secure the planet first, then go for the treasure.

"I am here for glory; I am here to better myself and the Imperium. I am here to surpass my rivals; to become more than I have set out as! Does not the whole become more than the sum of its parts!? That is my goal; that is my devotion!"

An imgae of a strange cloaked being projected itself and said to Turel," By what right do you claim this treasure and boast of power. We know that there are beings far more worthy in your empire by itself to claim it for their own."

"Then where are they? Why am I here, and not them? I came to bring power to my Empire; glory and chaos to all. My brethern are too preoccupied in other, grander quests. Never seeing the smallest quests as preludes to Glory. Slaanesh has shown me the way." Turel chuckled.

"I have come; I have sacrificed. I shall sacrifice more. I have come, with power; with responsibility; with need...."

"Captain," reported the Whitestar's helm officer, "the Vorlons have sent two Ambassadore class light cruisers to handle the Shadow ship. The Vorchan have been called back to their border patrol duties."

The nine Vochans jumped to Hyperspace as two Ambassadores jumped to normal space. As soon as the rifts had closed, the Vorlon ships began to pummel the Battlecrab with their weapons.

The front Ga-Sings made a sort of deep, muttering-like sound as they caught up with the Chronosian troops, still recording the glyphs, as well as the hologram of the cloaked being.

The Squadron leader telecommed a message back to the Zerous, whose systems were back online and fully cleansed of the virus.

"You getting all this, command?"

"Yep. Continue as planned."

The droids continued to standby, right behind the Chronosians, while sending data through their uplink with the ships.

OOC: minor setback who cares.
IC: All defiant class fighters fire on GadgetCorp's ships and destroy them!

The buzz droids latch on and start destroying the ships

On the planet:

Atlantis I
"Sir we detect a ship approching the planet on a crash course."
Destroy it but on the war star beaming the drones and vehicals down to aid all remaing drones."

((How to the droids latch on when my shields are up?))

The Jaffa encamped outside of the grounded Ha'tak were getting bored and started using their Staff weapons to do some target practice on rocks and boulders.

"Then where are they? Why am I here, and not them? I came to bring power to my Empire; glory and chaos to all. My brethern are too preoccupied in other, grander quests. Never seeing the smallest quests as preludes to Glory. Slaanesh has shown me the way." Turel chuckled.

"I have come; I have sacrificed. I shall sacrifice more. I have come, with power; with responsibility; with need...."
"You have shown that you are wise enough to pass. Proceed further to the bridge where more will be revealed to you. But, you alone are allowed to pass with two companions that are sentient organic lifeforms."

OOC: The Eternal language and writing syestem is totally unqier with each character reprensentating an different things and their is no point of orgin writing syestem to help translate it or any another writing syestem that can be used to help translate it.

OOC i dunno it did in sw3 on the Jedi star fighters, or i can use the collective to try to get them through the shields. OK never mind the part about the drones i will use them later.

IC:
On the planet:
"There appears to be fire coming from this direction."
the drones stumble upon your hat'ak and begin firing.

Turel beckons to two Marines; one a Noise Marine; the other a conventional marine, hefting his Plasma rifle up as they advance through the silent corridors; cautious; moving slowly towards the bridge

"Stay together; I do not trust this vessel; it reeks of trickery and deceit..." He spat, glancing at his companions. "We shall not fear; we shall not falter. We shall triumph, and our victory shall be legend! We shall be perfect; and serve our Emperor!"

The Ga-Sings collectively muttered at the "Sentient organic lifeforms" comment, milling about in the hall and deciding to just continue studying the design and glyphs of the ship. Several of them took out small cubes; upon pressing a large red button on them, they transformed into a set of four chairs and a card table. About forty of them sat down to play a few games of Poker while they waited.

Squadron leader 978-SL was especially upset, as seeing as he had been prevented from going any farther at the risk of losing his artificial life, he sent a message back to the Zerous.

"You hear that command? Looks like we're not getting in."

"Just stay there. If what the hologram said was true, then the Chornosian officer should do fine on his own. Just stay there and play some cards."

"Fine...I suppose this could be my chance two win back my losses from 432-JA. Squadron leader out."

He sat down at a table with three other droids and began to play a round, tossing in a few chips he happened to have with him.

The Jaffa abandon their target practice and take cover where they could. Ten were struck down before anyone could even react, however. The remaining Jaffa started to fire away with at the drones with their Staffs and, when the drones got close enough, brought the weapons melee abilities into play. Fifty more Jaffa lost their lives in the ensuing(sp?) battle.

Turel beckons to two Marines; one a Noise Marine; the other a conventional marine, hefting his Plasma rifle up as they advance through the silent corridors; cautious; moving slowly towards the bridge

"Stay together; I do not trust this vessel; it reeks of trickery and deceit..." He spat, glancing at his companions. "We shall not fear; we shall not falter. We shall triumph, and our victory shall be legend! We shall be perfect; and serve our Emperor!"
Down the hallway their were images painted in a strange silver like metal that glowed in the dark passages providing light. Each of the images depicted an different scene from the Eternals' worlds that were grand and magniffecently decorated. Jewels also were inside the images to repesent things of importance which were many in the images, nearly beyond count.

As the remaining of the 5,000 drones advanced on the ship they were attacked by jaffa with staff weapons and started using their super human strength (mechanical implants i like Borg so hard to kill) to kill the jaffa and get to the ship.

4500/5000 (well there is the strength and the ability to adapt to your staff weapons which are now ineffective.)

In space:
One of the cubes launch a Borg sphere to help destroy the enemy units in the ship. (you know those things in first contact easy to kill but still pack a punch)
"We are in position."
"Good. Fire!"

IC: The Jaffa, seeing that the plasma bolts from their Mark I Staff weapons were no longer killing the drones, switched to their Zat'Nikatals. Meanwhile, several Jaffa set-up the three Mark I Staff Cannons they had dragged from the armory aboard the Ha'tak.

OOC: Staff weapons fire a type of plasma. Plus, I have only had them use Mark I Staff weapons, the Mark II is not part of the standard Jaffa loadout and I still haven't brought out the Staff Cannons. I haven't used a pure energy weapon, yet. Oh. and a note on the Zat'Nikatal: one shot stuns, a second kills, and a third causes disentigration. Also, the Ha'tak hasn't started to provide cover fire thus far.
Here is a pic of a Mark I Staff Weapon.
http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/staffsen.jpg
Here is a pic of a Zat'Nikatal.
http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/zatextend.jpg
Here is a pic of a Mark I Staff Cannon.
http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/staffcswiv.jpg

(OOC a Zat fires electricity a Borg uses electricity most likely you will be helping it. Also the staff cannon this are just big staff guns completely the same so technically you have no good weapons.

Also in the pic of the staff if it is plasma it should burn the twigs as plasma is super heated gas so i conclude that it is just energy but either way I will adapt)

IC: At the staff blasts continued to do no damage the Borg were attacked by Zats. Soon the Borg discovered that the Zats were doing more good then harm and wanted to get hit by them."

.. a few min later with 100 losses due to melee attacks the Borg reached the Ha'tak.

(it wont matter about the ha tack all your forces are deployed and you don't have enough to defend the ship. Also if you try to escape my cubes will shoot you down and use a tractor beam.)

The Ha'tak brought its heavy weapons to bear. Massive bolts the size of small buildings slammed down into the ground. Vast amounts of Drones were vaporized with each bolt. The remaining 888 Jaffa began to toss grenades at nearby Drones.

OOC: genades won't do a thing due to the machanical sensors

As the hatack rose and fired on the drone 1,00 were lost and the sest retreated while one of the cubes broke off and engaged the hatak (you wont win its like 10-20x the size of you)

IC: Seeing that all the Jaffa had been killed and that an enemy ship was heading their way, Chronos had the Ha'tak rise 50 meters above the ground. His First Prime then set the ship's Naquadah reactor to self-destruct for five minutes. Having set everything up, Chornos, his First Prime, and the other two on the Ha'tak's command crew ringed up to one of the Whitestars. Meanwhile, the 11 Death Glyders in the hanger bay launched and flew up into orbit.

OOC: The detonation of the Naquadah core is going to flatten everything in a 5 kilometer radius at this altitude.

(you know that i can just start beaming massive amounts of drones to the cubes right so I will lose maby 500 and send the rest to the wreak that's why i like the Borg so hard to beat)

"Sensors detect a massive build up in the enemy vessel."
"tell the cube to start bringing people up"

remaing after encounter with Jaffa
3900/5000
after replenishment from the cube
6000/6000
left on the cube
7900/10000

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OOC: But, will the Cube get out of range in time? *Snicker* And don't forget about the resulting shockwave and E.M.P.. You are just lucky my Ha'taks only use Naquadah reactors.

IC: The SeaQuestian ships in orbit managed to box in the Shadow ship and blast it into space dust.

When Chronos ringed aboard the Whitestar and informed Captain Deel of what had transpired on the surface, Deel was furious. Though, knowing that the small forces he had at his command was not enough to handle a retalitory assault against the Borg, so he had a transmission sent requesting back-up.

A few minutes later, the communications officer reported, "Captain, it would appear that the Empire has entered into a war with the Shadows and that most forces are tied up at the moment. The most they can send is a fleet of twenty-five O'Neill class advanced long-range warships and ten Primus class battle cruisers. E.T.A. is estimated to be two hours, sir."

(the cube is huge so EMP wont affect it to much)
IC: later

OOC: What class of cube? Cube, Tactical Cube, Fusion Cube, Tactical Fusion Cube, Omega Cube, Tactical Omega Cube, Omega Fusion Cube, Tactical Omega Fusion Cube, Locutus Cube, Tactical Locutus Cube, Locutus Fusion Cube, Tactical Locutus Fusion Cube, Tactical Mamma Cube, Mamma Fusion Cube, Tactical Mamma Fusion Cube, and Mamma Cube are just general classes of cubes. There are many sub-classes of each.
IC later as I don't want to double-IC-post.

OOC: a reg cube most of those are NON-canon (and it wont matter about the drones on the planet i beamed it to the one in space)

IC:
AS the drones finished recharging they were again beamed down to the planet next to the wreck. (along with 500 A.R.G.T., 500 mobile defenders, and 250 assault vehicles)

As soon as they beamed down they deployed and began firing on the wreck.

((I'd question where you're getting all these things within mere hours, but, eh.

I'd also question why you'd fire upon the very wreckage you want to control.))

The Ga-Sings looked up from playing poker as the ship rumbled and age-old dust began falling around them. Squad Leader muttered, he had almost won back his losses. He grabbed his gun, which he had bet and lost, and stood up.

"Looks like the Borg are back...C'mon boys, we've got some robo-scum to kill!"

Within seconds, the tables and chairs were returned to their small cube-form.

"You! Send a telecomm to those fighters and tell them to get the heck back here!"

"Yes sir!"
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The hundred fighters, being close to the wreck and already heading towards it, sped up their pace, arriving at the ship in mere seconds.

Seeing the enemy firing upon the very ship that held their comrades, the pilots swung down and began firing a bombardment of laser and plasma upon the "robo-scum."

The SeaQuestian fleet arrived. The ships dropped to normal space and formed up around the remaining Whitestars and Vorchan. All weapons are targeted on the Borg ships, ready for a retalitory strike. However, the fleet waits for the Borg to make the first move.

OOC: I can dig it up i just need to secure it (also this time you are under attack from my relatively weak siege machine)

IC: later i wanna sleep

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