Hyperspatial Travel
16-12-2006, 13:14
OOC: Anyone involved in the fragging of ESUS worlds, please enter. I've posted a thread on the ESUS forums regarding this, to get some worlds to burn, and the GFFA will soon know, as I post another thread there. Anyone willing to have worlds burnt, in this GFFA strike, please post here. Keep in mind that, I, at the least, will be willing to suffer reciprocal strikes, and no doubt the reasonable GFFA members will, likewise.
IC:
The Stalker slipped out from behind the planet, psionic power moving it towards its goal. The New Realm world, New Zegenthis. There was a weapon to collect. A weapon, named aptly, the RKV. At relativistic speeds, even a feather was powerful enough to level a world. And the weapon they were to collect was no feather.
There was a crew of two aboard the Stalker. It was a mere frigate of the Realm, and, should it go toe-to-toe to a true Union capital ship, it would be reduced to so much molten scrap within seconds. Shielded, and carrying a trio of maser-guns, it was reasonably powerful. A one-hundred-fifty metre craft, it was not a black, sleek craft that so often dominated the televised space battles, but a grey, blocky one.
<This craft.. moves like an old cow.>
<How would you even know what an old cow looks like, Julanius?>
Julanius:<Well, I have eyes. And you're right next to me, are you not, Marie?>
Marie:<Charming. It's nice to see I have a two-year-old for a crewmate.>
Julanius:<Whoa! Approaching Zegenthis! Help me pull up!>
Invisible lines of force ran across the craft's surface, in addition to the fusion-candles, hundreds of years old in design, although significantly newer in construction. It slowed. An uncontrolled spaceship, smashing into the surface of a planet.. that would be devastation on a massive scale. A devastation, she knew, that they were soon to wreak upon Union worlds...
OOC: This is just a placeholder, really. Let's get this thang started!
IC:
The Stalker slipped out from behind the planet, psionic power moving it towards its goal. The New Realm world, New Zegenthis. There was a weapon to collect. A weapon, named aptly, the RKV. At relativistic speeds, even a feather was powerful enough to level a world. And the weapon they were to collect was no feather.
There was a crew of two aboard the Stalker. It was a mere frigate of the Realm, and, should it go toe-to-toe to a true Union capital ship, it would be reduced to so much molten scrap within seconds. Shielded, and carrying a trio of maser-guns, it was reasonably powerful. A one-hundred-fifty metre craft, it was not a black, sleek craft that so often dominated the televised space battles, but a grey, blocky one.
<This craft.. moves like an old cow.>
<How would you even know what an old cow looks like, Julanius?>
Julanius:<Well, I have eyes. And you're right next to me, are you not, Marie?>
Marie:<Charming. It's nice to see I have a two-year-old for a crewmate.>
Julanius:<Whoa! Approaching Zegenthis! Help me pull up!>
Invisible lines of force ran across the craft's surface, in addition to the fusion-candles, hundreds of years old in design, although significantly newer in construction. It slowed. An uncontrolled spaceship, smashing into the surface of a planet.. that would be devastation on a massive scale. A devastation, she knew, that they were soon to wreak upon Union worlds...
OOC: This is just a placeholder, really. Let's get this thang started!