Korhedron
13-03-2006, 22:42
The planet hung there, like a jewel in the Inky blackness of Space. Call a man a fool, for this description is used at every possible moment, but this is the best description for such beauty, and even this does not cover it. The Planet had sprouted life, and this life had made some advancments into space, sufficient to create small ships capable of carrying fighter craft.
Hence, if you turn your veiw around to the Dark side of the planet, you would see, even from this distance, the flash of flames as the two forces engaged. One force, those who owned the planet, had refused to allow the other, who where part of the Dominion of Korhedron, inhabit a Continent that even the most generous Population forcasts showed would take them more then 500 Years before they needed the space. This infomation had sadly fallen on deaf ears, and this is where we begin.
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"Horao Squadron, this is Fire control, transmitting targets now" The voice echoed into the headpiece of Gerisis. The Woman smiled as the targets filtered into the pannel, and as even the windows of the cockpit lighted up to show her where her enemies where. Becons of Red showed her, while Blue identified Enemies and Grey Nutral.
"Hozar," She said into her helmat, "I am going in for an Attack run, you and Tryian Form up behind me."
"Yes Jora" Came the double reply. She smiled, her nimble fighter craft out manuvering the slow enemies by miles. She twisted, her Micro-Missile Launchers firing their small but potent firepower. Her fighter began to rise, going over one of the Colony Ships which was taking the Brunt of the fighting. Once she crossed, she twisted while she came over.
In front of them Sat the Enemy Carriers. Which where launching hundreds of Fighter craft. She snarled, as fighter craft in front of her where torn apart by the firepower her and her Squadron where putting down.
"Horao Squadron," The voice echoed into their ear Pieces, "Scanners have what you need to know, relaying now" And in front of them, the Carriers suddenly lit up, and they could see the interior in so much detail.
"Missiles armed" The Captain said, as the Four Missiles on her wings primed themselves. "Generators Targeted...Firing"
From the Wings, Four Missiles fired, striking into the Enemy craft and pushing through the armour like it was not there. Once they had pushed through that, they tore through decks with ease, causing bodies to be sucked out into the uncaring void.
And then, one of the ships integrity collapsed, and it tore itself apart in flame. Others where damaged, but not to the same degree, most could survive a missile like that...
So the battle continued, raging across space.
Hence, if you turn your veiw around to the Dark side of the planet, you would see, even from this distance, the flash of flames as the two forces engaged. One force, those who owned the planet, had refused to allow the other, who where part of the Dominion of Korhedron, inhabit a Continent that even the most generous Population forcasts showed would take them more then 500 Years before they needed the space. This infomation had sadly fallen on deaf ears, and this is where we begin.
***
"Horao Squadron, this is Fire control, transmitting targets now" The voice echoed into the headpiece of Gerisis. The Woman smiled as the targets filtered into the pannel, and as even the windows of the cockpit lighted up to show her where her enemies where. Becons of Red showed her, while Blue identified Enemies and Grey Nutral.
"Hozar," She said into her helmat, "I am going in for an Attack run, you and Tryian Form up behind me."
"Yes Jora" Came the double reply. She smiled, her nimble fighter craft out manuvering the slow enemies by miles. She twisted, her Micro-Missile Launchers firing their small but potent firepower. Her fighter began to rise, going over one of the Colony Ships which was taking the Brunt of the fighting. Once she crossed, she twisted while she came over.
In front of them Sat the Enemy Carriers. Which where launching hundreds of Fighter craft. She snarled, as fighter craft in front of her where torn apart by the firepower her and her Squadron where putting down.
"Horao Squadron," The voice echoed into their ear Pieces, "Scanners have what you need to know, relaying now" And in front of them, the Carriers suddenly lit up, and they could see the interior in so much detail.
"Missiles armed" The Captain said, as the Four Missiles on her wings primed themselves. "Generators Targeted...Firing"
From the Wings, Four Missiles fired, striking into the Enemy craft and pushing through the armour like it was not there. Once they had pushed through that, they tore through decks with ease, causing bodies to be sucked out into the uncaring void.
And then, one of the ships integrity collapsed, and it tore itself apart in flame. Others where damaged, but not to the same degree, most could survive a missile like that...
So the battle continued, raging across space.