NationStates Jolt Archive

The Freethinker stopped abruptly... Well, as abruptly as a colony ship can stop. The captain had just sighted something on the viewscreen.
"Magnify, Sector Gamma, 6, 4, 9." The screen zoomed in to show a large ship, of unidentifiable origins.
"Helm, move closer."

As the Freethinker drew closer, the crew were awestruck.
"Thats... That's a Forerunner ship..." The captain stood up and spoke into his communicator.
"Scan that ship, see what's onboard." After a few moments, the Tactical Display changed to a red outline of a ship.
"No life signs, but there is a huge energy sign. Lt. Jiob Kallaster pointed to the green shape on the read out.
"What do you think? ZPM?"
"Maybe. Send a shuttle team."
"Rodger." The lieutenant stood up and went down to the ship barracks.
"Alright, the Captain wants us to get a party ready to check out that Forerunner vessel. Any takers?"

OOC: Tactical readout: http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z107/Kain1235/Hive_scale.jpg
Lieutenant Kallaster: http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z107/Kain1235/169px-Deathwatch.jpg

Suddenly a fleet appears out of nowhere near the Forerunner ship. 2 Battleships, 2 Destroyers, 4 Cruisers, 2 Carriers, 2 Medical ships, 5 Supermechs and 4 Command Mechs all hovered in the area. Hordes of fighters, HAM, LAM, patrols, dropships, and troop carriers raced out to the massive Forerunner ship. A general message is sent out from the battleship Smoke:
To all races in the area: Xiscapian forces have claimed this ship as salvage.

im interestd

PS. Sorry you guys, ive been gone.

OOC: I noticed. Welcome back.

The Freethinker stood it's ground.
"Xiscapian fleet, this vessel was first discovered by our craft, and we only wish to begin peaceful colonization and exploration of it's technology. What we do learn, we will be only to happy to share." The shuttle now hovered around the Freethinker nervously.

...Voidian craft, Admiral of the Fleet Lintel proposes we share the ship.
The fleet stood at the ready but did not move in.

OCC:Could i bring in my new race?

The Captain sighed.
"I see no other option." He flicked on the communicator again.
"Admiral, we have a deal. I'm sure our people can co-exist peacefully."
OOC: Sure, NC. And Xiscapia, Yay! People other than me like Bleach!

OCC: Can i take over one of your vessels Xscipia?

Very well then.
The small craft moved in the land on the vessal, while the capital ships moved to make a perimiter around the ship.
OOC: Sure, you can take over one of my Command Mechs.

The Probe fighter from P3X-000, was flying aimlesly until, it noticed a disturbance in its sensors, it sent a hail to an xscipian ship " HELP ME"

The shuttle headed for the Forerunner ship's landing bays.
"Easy... Easy...." The shuttle landed and the personnel exited the shuttle.
The lieutenant whistled. Even with the lights off, the ship was amazing. Panels glowed on the walls, holographic displays of the galaxy, tall glass tubes, containing liquid and some ind of being. The lieutenant send some of his men to inspect the creatures, then waited for the arrival of the Xiscapians.

bump-

The Dreadnought, APS Catalan, suddenly appeared along with it's escort. The cruisers APS Detention and Devastation and the Destroyers Appendix, Apple, Amazing and Article. They had been dispatched by the Home Fleet. The Home Fleet was on exercise not too far away and had sent these ships to investigate the scene. Upon arrival, a message was sent

To: All friendly vessels

This is APS Catalan, requesting an update on the proceedings

The Probe fighter changed course towards the ship Article and repeated the message " HELP ME"

buimp-

gonna post Alversia?

OOC: Watching something, sorry

APS Article detected the small thing on it's scopes and also the message being relayed, calling for aide. Although they dropped their shields, the ship kept aiming at the craft as a reply message was sent

To: Unknown Vessel

What is your currant situation?

The Probe fighter replied " Life support failing, requires immediate assistance."

Have to go (My bro wants the computer) C ya!

OCC:bye

bump

Seeing there was no response it returned the Xscipian vessel and repeated the message.

HELP ME!
Two fighters and a Command Mech turned and flew towards the fighter.
What is your situation, pilot?
Ship...
The dropships and troopships landed, pouring forth troops, equipment, scientists, computers, and supplies. A scientist with black hair and pale skin walked quickly towards the waiting Voidians, escorted by two Grunt troopers, clad in blue armor and carrying blaster rifles and katanas.

The probe fighter replied " Life support failing, will fail in 5 mins"

Dock in the mech, we'll fix your ship.
A tiny hanger, barely large enough to accomidate two fighters, opened in the mech's belly. The fighters hovered on either side, ready to assist in case the fighters power failed earlier than anticipated.

The fighter floated in, hovered, then landed, waiting for the airlock to close so he could get out.

The force field went up and the airlock closed. Three techs crowded around the fighter, already perparing to initiate repairs. Two Marines stood ready to take the pilot in case he had an injuries.
OOC: The mech's interior is really small and cramped, it holds about 40 people, it's like a mini capital ship. It's got two pilots, about 10 gunners, and everyone else it either a tech or Marine.

The pilot, former GOU Rick Johnson, got out and walked towards one of the marines, he coughed up blood on the man.

A rift was torn in the fabric of space-time in a brilliant red starburst. From it emerged the Firestorm class carrier DSF Heaven's Light (http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/DominionofRS/Firestorm.jpg). Flanking it were the War Cruisers (http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/DominionofRS/jemhadar_heavycruiser.gif) Nova's Fury and Nova's Wrath. Sliding silently out from within the carrier's massive shadow was the Omega Cruiser (http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y90/DominionofRS/battleshipside.jpg) Eagle's Talon.

The four vessels slowed to a crawl and stopped. There was a pause and then a hail was sent on the various nations' channels.

"To our fellow allies: This is Commodore Stanley Henricson Strike Force Theta of the Dominion Starfleet. We are responding to anomolous readings in this sector. We will assist you in the exploration of this vessel on the agreement of equal share of whatever is to be gained inside. I assure you we will leave everything within the vessel. We'll only take sensor readings and scans of the technology."

From the Commodore's tone it was clear this wasn't an offer, the Dominion knew that the vessel was of great importance.

"Shit!" the Marine's first instinct was to jump back, but he and the other Marine caught the man. "Easy now. You're alright." Four medics ran over and picked the man up. One took out a needle and inserted it, trying to knock the man out. The others took out various pills and drugs to calm the man to try and find out what was wrong.
OOC: Command Mech:
A Command Mech (http://www.3drt.com/3dm/mech/mech02_01.jpg)
4 missile boxes (32 missile tubes)
Bomb launcher (arm)
chain gun (arm)
Extremely armored, no shields
shoulder, knee, back, chest machine/rail-guns
Hanger: 2 fighters
Size of a skyscraper
Crew: 40 (Pilot, co-pilot, 10 Gunners, 12 Techs, 10 Marines, 2 fighter pilots, 4 medics)

The man ripped the needle out, to avoid most of the drug but even know the cells were begining to assimlate the Marine. Rick struggled " I think im sick"

"You're going to be okay man, just hold on." said the medic, taking out a new needle and jamming it into Rick's shoulder. The Marine frowned. "I feel funny." he said aloud, but no one paid him any mind.
OOC: Can I get some more info on this?

OOC TPF what part of closed you don't get

OCC: i bumped it.

OOC TPF what part of closed you don't get

OOC: I didn't see it. It happens. What part of being polite do you not get?

The lieutenant sent a message over a local area system.
"Xiscapian, Avalasian and Dominion ships, a group of Templarian scientists and a few marines have landed on the Forerunner ship. We are currently en route to the control room, where energy readings show a possible Zero Point Module. We have also discovered what seems to be a research bay, and is filled with numerous creatures." "Shit!" One of the marines yelled, and dropped his gun. One of the creatures had turned in the pod and opened it's eyes, taking in the crew.
"The creatures are still alive. We're requesting scientific teams to this location." He pressed a few buttons on his data-pad, sending the data of the ship they have discovered and the location of the research bay.

The Lt. moved closer, right up to the pod. He raised his hand, and the creature mimicked his movement. Moved his fingers, the same. He shook his head and walked away.
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On board the Freethinker, the Captain had sent a request out to Templarian Command. A few minutes later, a Science ship warped in. Carrying the most advanced scientific equipment the Void has, as well as numerous turbolasers and ion cannons.

Ginta, the Xiscapian scientist, walked up to the creature in suspended animation, flanked by the two Grunts. "Amazing." he whispered. He placed his hand on the glass. The creature did the same. Ginta shook his head an followed the Voidian scientists and Marines.

The Lieutenant raised his hand and his gun. Then, he nodded and lowered it.
"Come on, we're nearing the Command center."

They entered a very dark room. With a loud banging click, lights flickered on to reveal a large circular device and what appeared to be a control panel. The Lt. walked up to the panel and attached his Data pad in. The screen flashed and he muttered, "Amazing." He gestured to Ginta. "Look at this. The creature has normal Terran DNA, but it has this strand..." He clicked the screen and it zoomed in. "Has been superimposed. It's not in any known Templarian DNA data banks. Is it in any of yours?" He handed the pad to Ginta.

Ginta studied the pad. "Certainly not. From what I've seen, it looks alot like a Elite's strand, but there are subtle differences. Like here," he says, pointing at what looks like a spike on the strand "that spike indicates a different structure than your average humanoid. I've never seen anything like it. Perhaps we should run some more tests?"

"Definitely. You think those creatures in the tubes might have had this DNA?"

One of the marines walked away, looking around. He entered a dark corridor, and saw something strange. He bent down, and the thing opened. He looked in, and something crawled out. Just as he was about to yell out, the creature jumped at him and latched onto his face. A larger thing, black and sleek, climbed out of the shadows, clinging to the roof. It hissed slightly, then dragged the incapacitated marine into the shadow tunnels.

"No. The strand is, and I'm making guesses here, for a smaller creature. Predatory, more lizard-like. The ones in the tubes could be anything. Meat, a different people, prisoners, patients in a coma, anything."
One of the Grunt sharp hearing picked up the slight thud noise from another part of the ship. He waved to the other Grunt. "Let's check it out." They moved off as two Marines from another ship moved in to protect Ginta.

The sleek black creature hung back in the shadows, in the tunnel like vents running throughout the ship, guarding a clutch of eggs. There was the smalled, brown spider like creatures clinging to it's back. It was hearing the Grunts approaching, and took cover in the darker part of the vent.

"Yeah, I suppose your right." He looked around for a moment, then said to another marine, "What the hell happened to Jakobs?"

The Grunts looked around.
"No sir, nothing to report."
"Were you hearing things, Private?"
"No sir, I, ah...was pretty sure I heard something."
"Get off your ass and get back to work."
"Yes sir."
The Grunts moved away down the dark corridor, the absence of light not hindering them due to their natural night vision.

The creature hissed, picked up a few of the eggs in it's mouth, then scampered off down the dark corridor, leaving only the comatose marine behind.

The Grunt whirled. "I knew I heard something that time!" he said trumphitly, and ran back up the hall. He reached the dead Marine. "Oh gods..." he said. The other Grunt got there. He leaned in for a closer inspection. "Command, we've got a situation here, we've just found a dead Voidian Marine near the area of the disturbance Private Carth reported, notify the Voidians and ask them to get a medical team down here."
Ginta listned to his head piece. He turned around. "It seems a few of our soldiers have discovered a dead Marine belonging to you in corridor where a sound was heard. Is it possible we are not alone on this ship?"
OOC: Xenomorphs?

OOC: Uh-huh. Dark ship, abandoned for millions of years, genetic experiments... I was torn between Alien and the Flood from Halo, but I went with Alien.

"Damnit!" He pointed to two marines emblazoned with red crosses. "You! Get that marine, run a scan!" He then gestured to the other 6.
"Split up, look around, keep comms up at all times, teams of two. More troops will drop here soon." He then sent a message to the colony ships asking for more men. He then looked at the circular object.
"What d'ya think that is? Looks like a smaller version of a System Jump Gate."

Ginta nodded. "Indeed. I propose we send something through it." He took off his chrono and set it down.
In the hallway the two Grunts stood guard over the dead Marine, waiting for the Voidians.
OOC: We could have both. Wouldn't that be wild? XD

OOC: Flood Alien Zombies!
IC: "Yeah, but where to? It might only be Internal. Or..." He grinned. "It could be connected to other Forerunner ships."

The Templarian Medics ran over to the dead marine and ran a scanner over him. It bleeped a few times over his chest.
"Theres something in there..." The medic unstrapped his shotgun. But then, a smaller version of the other creature burst out of the mans chest, shooting through the medics arm. As the medic yelled in pain, the thing grew exponentially. It had literally grew to full size in less then 3 seconds. It turned, roared, and lunged at the grunts.

OOC: LOL
IC: Ginta practically drooled at the thought. "Dosen't matter. I'll attatch a beacon. If it appears anywhere whithin ten light years of this area, I'll know." he dropped the chrono in and with a little pop it was gone.
"What the-?!" The Grunt fell as the thing knocked him over. "Wanna play silly buggers with me!?" The other Grunt fired his blaster rifle into the creatures head.

The thing shrieked as blood poured out of its head onto the floor and the grunt. It began to burn through the floor, and the grunt's flesh and blood.

The Lt. stopped. He hefted his gun up, and said, "Alert me if if comes up. I have to go check that out." Donning his helmet, he ran towards the source of the screaming.

"Oh, gooooddddd...." The Grunt screamed and writhed on the floor. The acid had struck his in the right arms, left side, left (fox)ear, and right boot. The other Grunt skewered the dying alien on his katana and threw it as hard as he could, about three feet. He kneeled and, taking out his combat knife, carved large chunks of flesh away from his fallen commrade in an attempt to stop the acid-like blood from killing him. At the moment the kitsune's life was in danger, and as a brother-in-arms he had to do everything he could to save him. There was a flash and suddenly the alien was gone, leaving only the katana and burning blood. In it's place was a chrono. "What the hell?"

Ginta waited patiently. Suddenly a dying black thing appeared, screaming and making green blood fly everywhere. Ginta stumbled back, crawling away. The Marines opened fire, shredding the alien into unrequnizable pieces.

Now the shreiking was behind him. He shook his head and ran over to the injured grunt.
"Shit, you got hit pretty bad." He whistled and two more marine medics came with a stretcher. "Take him to the medical bay." He saw the chrono and sent a message to Ginta.
"Lemme guess. A shrieking black thing writhing in pain appeared?"

The screaming Grunt was carried away. The other retrieved his katana and followed his friend.
Ginta was shaking. "Yes, what...what is that thing? Where did it come from?"

"Well, long story short, right here. The chrono's sitting in front of me." He looked around and shone a torchlight. "As for exactly where, I think I have an idea. Send a security squad. Flamethrowers if possible."

Several minutes later a squad trotted up to the Lt. Two Grunts, a Heavy Weapons, and two SRS (Scout, Recon, Sabotauge) troopers made it up, all armed with blasters that had flamethrowers attatched. "8th squad, reporting for duty."

"Righty then. We are going down there." He pointed to the vent opening. "Shoot anything that moves. Unless you want to end up as one of those monsters." He loaded his spiker and hopped down into the vent.

The Heavy Weapons went next, followed by the Grunts and finally the SRS, who activated their stealth suits, rendering them invisable to most eyes and scanners. They held their weapons at the ready, personnal shields activated.

As the Lt. moved forward, he raised a hand, balled it into a fist and pointed to a clutch of eggs, some surrounded by facehuggers. He loaded his Spiker, and fired a full automatic round into the eggs and fachuggers.

The eggs and creatures exploded in showers of gore as lasers and spikes pierced them. Far off there was a screetching roar. "That dosen't sound good." said one of the Grunts.

OCC: im back.

Rick was knocked unconcious from the injection, he wriggled around before being sedated.

Rick and the Marine were carried away on a stretcher to be operated on. One of the techs frowned. "This fighter shows no signs of life-support failure or any problems of any kind."

OOC: Flood Alien Zombies!.

OOC wrong they are not zombies
Flood is a Parasite whos sole means of reproduction are by assimilating other sentient species into their fold by neurological and physiological mutagenic means by entering and infesting live bodies or corpses
http://halo.wikia.com/wiki/Flood

The comm chatter was being monitored aboard the carrier, "We'll forego the science teams for now. An EMH will suffice along with a small sqaud. Get in there, find out what's causing this, and kill it."

A figure encased in armor nodded and took a turbolift down to the transporter room. Five more DDF soldiers awaited him. The coordinates were fed into the transporter and the squad was beamed to where the majority of the activity was happening.

OOC wrong they are not zombies
Flood is a Parasite whos sole means of reproduction are by assimilating other sentient species into their fold by neurological and physiological mutagenic means by entering and infesting live bodies or corpses
http://halo.wikia.com/wiki/Flood

OOC: Yes, but I call dead bodies infected by Flood Flood Zombies.
IC: A monster like the sleek, black one, but more dark blue and toting dual sharpened bones, leapt towards the Lt. It slashed into his gun arm, luckily having it's momentum halted by his power armor and naturally strong bones. However, the arm still broke and he dropped to the ground from the slash. The alien towered over him and moved to slash at him again.

OOC: Yes, but I call dead bodies infected by Flood Flood Zombies.
OOC seeing i have no idea what you call a dead thing taken over by a Parasite that sounds right

On the Dreadnought Catalan they were listening to the radio traffic between the various troops and ships and now decided to chip in

"This is the APS Catalan, requesting permission to come aboard"

OOC: Yes, but I call dead bodies infected by Flood Flood Zombies.
IC: A monster like the sleek, black one, but more dark blue and toting dual sharpened bones, leapt towards the Lt. It slashed into his gun arm, luckily having it's momentum halted by his power armor and naturally strong bones. However, the arm still broke and he dropped to the ground from the slash. The alien towered over him and moved to slash at him again.

All the troops fired at once, blue and red blaster bolts flying at the alien.

The Battleship Specter intercepted the Alversian tranmission:
This is the APS Catalan, requesting permission to come aboard
APS Catalan, this is the Xiscapian Battleship Specter. We have reports of xenomorphic hostiles on board the Forerunner craft, bring in fireteams. Advise that you refrain from landing scientists or technicians until all hostile have been neturallized. Also, we have a stray North Calaveran pilot aboard Command Mech 3b, please see if you can get a medical team to assist ours in treating him, ah, we don't know the cause of his symptoms. Specter out.

The alien roared, and instead jumped towards the Grunts, slashing broadside. The Lt. rolled over, and with his good arm, picked up the gun and aimed at the aliens head.

The Grunts ducked out of the way. "It's a little crowded in here!" They unloaded another fury of shots at the alien. The SRS troopers quietly moved out of the vent to guard their back, leaving only the two Grunts and Heavy Weapons trooper to accompany the Lt.

"Sonvabitch!" A spike shot through the aliens skull, and it thrashed around in its death throws, gouging lines in the wall. Kallaster stood up clutching his arm.
"What the hell are these things?"

The DDF's were immediately forced into a hurried, somewhat desperate testudo formation with everyone facing outward. Beaming directly into a battle, especially with the large creatures besieging them, wasn't exactly what they expected. Pulse rounds lanced out at the creatures as they attempted to take charge of the situation.

One of the men gave a strangled cry. The others turned to see a large spine protruding through his chest and out his back. As the creature lashed out again, the tail of one of the creatures broke free and the soldier slumped to the floor. On the squad leader's display, he was flatlining. Without a single word, the remaining five lit into it at point blank range.

"These are xenomorphs, we've encountered their kind before." said one of the Grunts, stepping around the dying alien. "Unfortunatly, their presence suggests a Queen somewhere on this ship." He linked up to Ginta's Marines via his comm.
"Evacuate Ginta and all non-combat personnal immediatly, incident is not isolated, repeat, incident is NOT isolated, scans suggest more of them, evacuate immediatly." The Marines escorted Ginta out of the control room, but not before he took the alien's corpse, insisting on studying it. More Marines were put on guard around the ship, mainly at the docking bays, hangers, and halls leading to the control room.

The CO, Captain Jack Ferguson, located his allies' com channel, "This is Captain Ferguson, Dominion Defense Forces. We are currently engaging hostile lifeforms of unknown origin, please advise."

An trooper in one of the docking bays picked up the comm. "Captain Ferguson of the Dominion Defense Forces, this is Major Kereth of the Xiscapian Ship Boarding Attack Unit. We have hostile xenomorphs on board, shoot to kill. Aim for the head, don't let it get it's blood on you. We have fire teams in the control room, the halls en route to it from the hangers, and the docking bays secure. Please make your way to one of those locations if possible. Do you need assistance?"

"Negative, but thanks for the offer. We lost a man upon insertion but are otherwise fine. Pulling up a map of the vessel and moving to the control room, see you then."

As he finished the downed trooper disappeared in a flash of light and the squad kept tight formation, carefully watching all angles and setting their motion trackers to maximum sensitivity. A two-dimensional map appeared on the Captain's HUD and he redirected them toward the control room-two decks above them. With the creatures still coming and the new information Major Kereth had supplied, it would be a gauntlet.

"Alright ladies and gents, reload rifles and keep pistols ready. Apparently the aliens' blood is highly toxic," he looked at scorch marks on the floor, "Make that acidic. Either way, meelee only if necessary and keep them at medium engagment range. We're moving toward a hardened position where we will rendezvous with Xiscapian forces. Maintain tight formation, check your ammo and mark your targets. Fall out!"

The soldiers slowly, cautiously made their way down a corridor, following the map to the nearest crawlway leading up to the next two decks.

The marine was now almost completley converted, only the brain was left to imitate and assimilate. Rick woke up " What are you doing?!"

The Marine and single medic in the tiny, cramped room that served as a medical bay stared at Rick on confusion. Suddenly the Marine's body began to change, slow at first but rapidly gaining a hidious form. He struggled, his hands and feet spaziming, he gained control of his right hand, he unsheathed his katana and stuck it though his chest, purple and red blood spilling out. He continued to change into a monster as he died, jerking and twitching. The medic stared, open-mouthed, first at the dead Marine and then at Rick. "Wha-"

Rick mouth changed into four mandible, he let out a loud scream(like the one at the end of invasion of the body snatchers). He lunged up and engulfed the marines head in his mandibales and squeezed, the skull of the imploded, the brains came out of parts of the cracked skull, he then turned to see the doctor.

The medic stumbled back. "Alarm! Alarm! Somebody help-" he fell out the door and started to scramble away. Three Marines ran up the little hall, blaser rifles primed and at the ready.

Rick grabbed the man and pulled him back inside with savage force, he closed the door and locked it.

The medic screamed. "Ahh! Please don't hurt me! I'll do anything!"
Outside one of the Marines pounded on the door. "Open up in there."

Rick hit the man over the head, and bit him on the neck while he was out cold, He then Sat on the side of the door, waiting for them to bust in.

OCC: YOU ALWAYS LEAVE!!!, could at least tell me.

OOC: Sorry, SORRY, I work from a crappy computer, it fails on me sometimes! :P
IC: The medic was out cold, he fell to the floor. Outside the Marines blasted the lock and stood just outside, rifles pointing inward. "What's going on-ahh!" He saw what Rick had become and fired his rifle wildly into the room.

A small team of Marines were making their way through the underbelly of the ship, wearing MJOLNIR armor and armed with flamers. As they made their way through the vents, the floor became increasingly strange. Soon, they had entered the main chamber, and they saw something terrible.
"COMMAND! FLOOD! WE GOT FLOOD!" One of the marines tripped and the Infection set upon him. He writhed on the floor as the Flood altered his genetic structure. The other marines flamed him. The formed a line in the narrow entrance and made a wall of flame in front of them.

The Captain of the Catalan lay back in his chair as a reply message was sent

This is APS Catalan, informing you that we will maintain our positions to await
developments

Two Marines were standing guard at the door to the interior of the ship.
Marine1: "You know what's gay?"
Marine2: "What?"
Marine1: "Homosexuals."
Marine3:"WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE-"
*A Captain popped up, knocking the Marine over*
Captain: "Shut up, boy, you're depressing the emo."
Marine2: *looks sadly down at the floor, then up at the Captain.*
Marine2: "Who me-"
Captain: "Shut up you emo BASTARD!"
*shock*
Captain: "All right men!"
Marine2 looks up.
Captain: "Not you emo boy!"
*Marine2 looks back down again*
Captain: "Now as you all know, this is a combat situation. The ship has been infiltrated by xenomorphs who are bent on killing us all. Now I'm not going to lie to you, some of us aren't going to make it back. Those of you who do, make sure emo boy dosen't."
*silence*
*Marine3 is shaking nerviously*
*Explosion*
*All poke heads into the hole in the hanger made by the explosion*
Captain: "What're we lookin at?"
Suddenly Infection forms, facehuggers, combat forms and xenomorphs pour though.
Captain: "Fire at will!"
Marine4: "I'm on it Billy!"
*fires a rocket launcher, killing all the Flood and Xenomorphs in one explosion*
*dead silence*
*Marine4 falls over in a state of drunkness*
*All look at each other*
Captain: "Well, now that we're pretty much screwed, I just want to say: I love you all."
Marine2: "Even me?"
*silence*
Captain: "STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!"
Marine2: "Aww, you said "fuck".
Captain: "You know what? Fuck you. Fuck. You."
*more silence*
*Marine3 gets up*
Marine3: "So, who wants to go get some coffee?"
Captain: "Sure."
Marine1: "I'm cool with that."
Marine2: "Why not?"

Comm message to the Specter:
Hanger 8 has just been attacked by xenomorphs and Flood. Attack repeled successfully, suggest all combat personnal be equipped with flamethrowers.

Snip:

Ho-ho-hOOC: Halo: Marine Tales?
Wobbey. MONTAGE!

The DDF's were climbing through the tube, the one in the lead had a blaster pistol out and ready. Suddenly, something dropped on his head. With a startled cry from the trooper and a flash of a tail with a stinger on it, the infection form stabbed the tail into the back of the soldiers neck-and it snapped against the armor.

Now thoroughly pissed off, he stabbed the thing through its bulbous head, popping it like a balloon.

"This is Ferguson again. We've engaged another unknown life form in a maintainance crawlway. Its balloonlike with a stinger on its tail appendage. It appears unable to penetrate our armor. We are currently leaving the tunnel, moving toward the Control Room. ETA two minutes with minimal resistance."

As he finished a flood of, well, Flood swarmed the team and were gunned down in a hail of blue energy rounds lancing like knives through air. The DDF's broke into a run, moving toward the safety of the Xiscapian position.

Rick was hit in the knee and he went down, he half crawled using his other leg as leverage and rushed at the marine that fired.

The DDF's were climbing through the tube, the one in the lead had a blaster pistol out and ready. Suddenly, something dropped on his head. With a startled cry from the trooper and a flash of a tail with a stinger on it, the infection form stabbed the tail into the back of the soldiers neck-and it snapped against the armor.

Now thoroughly pissed off, he stabbed the thing through its bulbous head, popping it like a balloon.

"This is Ferguson again. We've engaged another unknown life form in a maintainance crawlway. Its balloonlike with a stinger on its tail appendage. It appears unable to penetrate our armor. We are currently leaving the tunnel, moving toward the Control Room. ETA two minutes with minimal resistance."

As he finished a flood of, well, Flood swarmed the team and were gunned down in a hail of blue energy rounds lancing like knives through air. The DDF's broke into a run, moving toward the safety of the Xiscapian position.

OOC@Void Templar: Yup. I love that vid! :p
IC: The Xiscapians guarding the control room ran out and began to take out Flood, who were joined by xenomorphs. "Go, go, go!" shouted one of the Marines.
Command Mech...
The other two Marines stepped back but the third was knocked over by the hidiously deformed North Calaveran. They fired on it, trying to kill Rick. In the corner the medic screamed as the thing took over more anmd more of his body.

The troops turned and took up firing positions alongside the Xiscapians, working to fight off the creatures that besieged their position.

"Sorry we're late," Ferguson yelled over the fire, "You wouldn't believe the traffic around here."

"Yeah," shouted one of the Marines over the screams of the dying aliens. "It's murder at rush hour." They worked systematically, concentrating their fire on the closest hostile before moving on to the next."

Rick was torn apart buy the fire power, he still twitched, until finanly he stopped moving.

The Marines had finally killed the thing, whatever it was. This left a Marine dead, another wounded, and the medic seemed to be going insane. "Kill me." he whispered. "It's taking me over. Do it, man!" He unsheathed his sword and prepared to stab himself thought the heart.
Forerunner ship...
*4 Marines are standing guard in a lonely hallway*
Marine2: "So who's up for a game of poker?"
Marine1: "Sure"
Marine3: "Billy!"
*Cards are distributed*
Marine2: "Ah, crap!"
Marine1: "We're playing poker you stupid twat."
Marine2: "Oh, sorry, I thought we were playing snooker."
Marine1: "I, I'm sorry, what?"
*glances at Marine4*
Marine1: "Do you have your hand on my leg?"
Marine4: "Noooooooo....*winks*
*shock*
*Suddenly three xenomorphs come out of the shadows and attack!*
*One jumps on Marine2*
Marine2: "Urgh, I hope my body can take it!"
Marine1: "FIRE!"
Marine4: "I can't!"
Marine1: "Do it, or the whole Universe is going to die!"
Marine4: "No!"
Marine2: "The pain...IT'S OVER 9,000!"
*Marine4 stands up and flexes*
Marine4: "Bitchs don't know about my additional pylons!"
Alien1: "Oh no!"
Marine2: "It's over 9,000!"
Marine3: "I have five aces!"
*everyone stops and looks at him*
Alien2: "But there's only four aces."
*Marine3 shoots Alien2 in the face with a missile launcher*
Marine3: "Billy, shut up, I've got five aces GODDAMN IT!"
Marine1: "But there's only four-"
*punchs Marine4 in the face*
Marine2: "But...it dosen't make a bit of difference guys...the balls are inert."
Alien3: "Does that mean they don't work?"
Marine1: "Where are they?"
Alien1: "I think I left them in my other pants pocket."
Marine2: "Wait a minute...maybe I could help you guys out."
*catchy music*
Marine2: "With my...NINJA INFO CARDS!"
Alien1: "Oh no!"
Marine1: "Not this again..."
*Marine2 looks at Alien1*
Marine2: "You have activated my additonal pylons."
Alien3: "Wobby?"
*Everyone looks at Alien3*
Marine1: "What's a wobby?"
Alien1: "Shh...you'll piss it off."
Alien3: "Wobby wobby wobby..."
*looks around*
Marine1: *sharp intake of breath* "It wasn't me...I swear to God."
*Marine1 vanishes*
Marine2: "It was all emo boys idea."
Alien1: "Beer?"
Marine2: "Whoop whoop whoop!"
*Marine2 runs away*
Alien3: "NOOOOOOOOOO-"
*BREATHING*
Alien3: "-OOOOOOOO!"
*grenade lands in the middle of them*
*Marine4 runs for his life*
Alien1: "Ahhh! We're all gonna die!"
Marine3: "I'm on it Billy."
*Marine3 falls over in state of drunkeness*
Alien3: "Wobby?"
*Grenade goes over, killing Aliens 1 and 3*
Marine3: "MONTAGE!"
And that's how hallway number 459 was saved from xenomorph takeover.

Captain Grimshaw watched from his dreadnought at the scanner readings he was getting from the old ship. He sighed and watched the readings of firefights all over the ship. Order 21, Alversian Personel shall not be placed in harms way unless absolutely necessary. That included now. Their allies were on their own.

bump-

The medic was now assimilated enough to change his attitude " Forget that, im fine" he got up and began to walk out of the room.

As resistance thinned, the DDF's began prepping to fall back into the control room.

"Alright, let's move back into the CR. We can get up tyo speed once the door's sealed and we're secure."

Rick and the dead Marine were carefully disposed of, sealed in cyro-freeze until their respective bodies could be sent home to their families. One of the Marines frowned, unseen behind his battle helmet, as he looked at the medic. "You look like you might have a bad wound there..." he said, pointing to the bite on the medic's neck. "We don't know what that thing was, so maybe you'd better lie down until we can get the other medic's to take a look at you."
Forerunner ship...
The Marines and DDF troopers killed the last of the xenomorphs. "There will be more of 'em, let's get inside." They all piled into the control room. The blast doors came down, portable shields went up, and five drones and two hunter-killer robots were set outside to guard incase of another attack.

Captain Ferguson resisted the temptation to slump down and remove his helmet, which would compromise the seal.

He sighed, "Well, not exactly a warm welcome to this vessel, but at least we're safe. Well, safe enough."

He turned to the Xiscapian CO, "Have you guys found anything in the ship's systems? Unfortunately we've fighting since we've arrived and our tech expert was killed on arrival.

We've ascertained that the ship's pretty darn old and there at least two different species that exist cooperatively that are more than happy to kick the crap out of us. Do we know if they're guards of some sort?"

The medic became slighlty annoyed " I am a medic, i think it just needs to be cleaned"

Captain Grimshaw paced anxiously up and down his bridge as the reports from the ancient ship came up to the bridge. It seemed there was some kind of ancient creature on the ship and t'hell if he was gonna get involved yet.

Captain Ferguson resisted the temptation to slump down and remove his helmet, which would compromise the seal.

He sighed, "Well, not exactly a warm welcome to this vessel, but at least we're safe. Well, safe enough."

He turned to the Xiscapian CO, "Have you guys found anything in the ship's systems? Unfortunately we've fighting since we've arrived and our tech expert was killed on arrival.

We've ascertained that the ship's pretty darn old and there at least two different species that exist cooperatively that are more than happy to kick the crap out of us. Do we know if they're guards of some sort?"
The Commander shook his head. "We've found a transporter that teleports objects several levels down into the ship, but that's it. We've been fighting for our lives the whole time. As for the hostiles, the only reasonable explination is that they are guarding something. Flood and xenomorphs would never cooperate peacefully normally. Something must be controlling them. They are here for a purpose. Whatever the answer is can only lie deeper whithin the ship. We've called up some techs with heavy escort to come here to see if they can hack the computers."
Command Mech...
The Marine shrugged. "If you say so, it just looks pretty nasty to me." He walked away, followed by the other two Marines. A medic came now. She came up behind the Imitator medic and examined the wound. "Let me help you with that."

He smiled at her " sure, lets go" he said pointing to the infermary.

The medic sat the Imitator down on one of the beds. She got out a medic's bag and cleaned the wound. "You've got some strange green stuff on the outside of the wound here, Loff." she said, dabbing at it.
OOC: Loff it the guy's name.

OCC: okay lol

Loff moved a bit when she touched him, the green stuff instantly changed color and into what looked like blood.

OCC: sorry my comp just like froze on me.

Occ: Helo Anybody Home!

OOC: Sorry, I have so many things to do.
IC: The medic frowned. "That was strange." She took out a bag and put some of the green-now-blood-colored stuff into it. "I'll need to analiyze this. In the meantime just rest." she put some bandages over the wound after applying painkiller and anitbacterial.

OCC: sorry for that XD

Loff turned and tried to kiss the women.

The medic was surprised, she scrambled back. "What the fuck do you think you're doing!?"
OOC: FYI, Xiscapians don't kiss to show affection. They "nuzzle" their cheeks together, which activates pleasure glands hidden inside their cheeks. She might have shown affection back, but you've exibited "human" behavior, which she finds strange and slightly repulsive.

Loff's fox ears pointed backwards, his jaw came down almost a foot, he let a echoing screeching sound, and tried to grab the womans hands.

She jumped away, cramped in by the tiny room. She tried to unsheath her katana but it fell to the floor. She dove onto it, coming up with it in hand and her feet out to kick the Loff-thing in the stomach.

Loff frantically grabbed at her legs, trying to bring her closer. looking at the katana seeing what it could do to him.

The thing had her legs! Her tail whipped angerly as she lifted her sword. She plunged it downward, towards Loff's heart. "Forgive me." she whispeared.

the sword drove through him, although the heart wasnt much of a heart to begin with, blood spurted around the room, he grabbed her wrist and sliced threw it with his claws, before going limp.

"Agghhhu!" She grapped her bleeding wrist. "This is Loerna to bridge, get a medical team to room, 4b, we've got some kind of monster on our hands, like the last one. I've been cut, I may be infected." she fell and went unconcious. Moments later the two remaining medics placed her on a table and, after stripping her of her clothes, began to analyze her DNA changes. Loff's body was put with the others, and the room was on guard by two Marines. The sample bag lay forgotten in the corner.

Loffs body twitched on the table ever so slightly, trying to survive the injury.

One of the Marine's in the cyro-freeze area noticed and put three bolts though Loff's head, splattering it apart on a spray of gore. "That takes care of that." He froze the body for further examination and walked away, whisiling softly.

Loeran's body was being assimlated one by one, then two by two and so on, these changes could be see as the imitators cells changed there looks to resemble hers.

Bridge, APS Catalan

The Alversian Ensign was noting various items down from the screen in front of him when he noticed something on one of the scanners. He stared at it for a second, confused, before turning in his chair

"Officer of the Watch!"

Grimshaw strode over and stared at the same scanner the ensign had been monitoring. He squinted at it and shook his head before looking at the Ensign

"What is it?"

He shrugged

"I don't know, Sir, The scanners picked it up a few moments ago," he pointed at the map of the ancient ship, "This is where the Xiscapians have camped in"

Grimshaw looked at the life signs he was picking up from the ship and gave a low whistle

"What the hell is happening on that ship?"

Clamps were placed over Loerna's wrists, ankles, neck, and stomach. She now wore only briefs to preserve her modesty as the medic/scientists bent over her. "Her cells are chaging rapidly. They're...morphing. By the Gods...what is it with this place and parasites!?" He stood back. "Querantine this room, lock it down." The two medics gathered their things and left as fast as they could, afraid of the women on the table. The room was shut off from the rest of the ship, door locked securely, with two Marines standing guard. No way was the thing getting out this time...

Loeran body was almost competely taken over, it would be about another 20 minutes before the body was compeltly converted. Her cells treated the imitators as there own, unaware that the body was undergoing a revolution. She talked, her actions being influenced " Let me out! Please in the name of the gods!" she struggled in her bonds.

The room was coldy silent. She would be held there until a cure could be found. If one could not...well, the Marines on board would do what is best for the Empire and it's people. Unknownest to them, Rick's body had accidentally been ejected from the mech. It floated towards the Forerunner ship, closer, closer...it was tossed in the wake of a passing patrol, and it floated though one of the airlocks. The lock automatically sealed and flowed air inward, reviving the frozen parasite...

The door to the room opened and a medic strode in. He quickly unpacked and inserted a tube into Loeran's body. Poison, normally lethal, pumped in. The Imitator cells began to die, becoming different from normal Xiscapian ones. The body, now seeing it's attacker, fought it off. The women began to thrash wildly, straining against her clamps, fluids falling off her. The medic coldly watched her, though he prayed to Qonn that this would work...

Lorens body thrashed, the creature gave a scream, it had not finished its work, and was now being attacked, but wasnt able to hide.

Rick's body began twiching again as he was thawed from his frozen coffin.

The medic grinned sadornically. "Die, you vile creature, abomination of the cosmos!" The poison was doing it's job, killing over the Imitator cells quickly and effectivly.
Ship...
A curious xenomorph, far from it's nest, pokes it's head into the airlock. Upon seeing Rick it hisses angerily and stalks towards him, it's second mouth giving a piercing screetch.

Lorens body was now free of Imitator control, the creatures effects on her body would want her to be afraid of death and want to have children, but these effects would only be temperary.

Forerunner ship

Rick's body twichted more trying to instigate the creature into attacking.

The medic stroked Loren's head. "It's okay. You're safe." Unknown to him, he'd stepped on the bag, popping it and spraying the blood onto his leg. He thought it was just sweat, and walked out, cheerful at his sucess.
Ship...
The xenomorph lunged at Rick, claws out, mouth open.

The medic underwent the first stages of infiltration.

Forerunner ship

Rick was tore apart by the creature, the Xenomorph bit and clawed into his body, the xenomorph unknowling was the actual victim.

The medic was infected much faster, almost as if the virus was learning from it's mistakes. The medic changed almost instantly, he was outside the bridge now. There was no one around, the mech having been set on autopilot, the pilot and co-pilot having taken a lunch break.
Ship...
Satisfied with itself, the xenomorph walked away.

The Commander shook his head. "We've found a transporter that teleports objects several levels down into the ship, but that's it. We've been fighting for our lives the whole time. As for the hostiles, the only reasonable explination is that they are guarding something. Flood and xenomorphs would never cooperate peacefully normally. Something must be controlling them. They are here for a purpose. Whatever the answer is can only lie deeper whithin the ship. We've called up some techs with heavy escort to come here to see if they can hack the computers."

One of the DDF's walked over to the console. His rank was that of a specialist; somewhere between Corporal and Private, they were generally kept on boarding teams for the sole purpose of being exceptioanlly good at a particular skill. Though their rank was low, they were generally held in high respect among all soldiers under Leutenant.

"Infiltration's not exactly my specialty, but let's see what we can't find," he plugged s amll device into the main console and began perusing the ship's subsystems until, "Here we go! It's not much but I think I've gotten access to the internal sensors! At least now we'll have an idea of what's going on."

OOC: Before continuing on, probably best to see how much Void wants me to know about just what's inside the ship.

The medic emotionlessly sat down and turned the ship in the direction of the fore runner vessel.

FORERUNNER SHIP

The Xenomorph entered the hive inside the ship, it quickly jumped and bit into the queens leg, jumped down, and began attacking other xenomorphs.

Warning bells sounded. The comm crackled. "Unknown pilot, what are you doing? Get back to your pre-arranged coordinates!" Outside the bridge Marines pounded on the door. But it was locked. "Abandon ship!" one of them screamed, and they all got to the escape pods and got out. Poor Loren, however, was still strapped to the table, nearly naked, weaponless, helpless.
Ship Control Room...
The tech arrived, escorted by four Marines. He got to work with the specalist, digging deeper into the ship's logs, files, sensors, and other goodies. There was a noise from a long way away. "Did any one else hear that?"
Ship...
The Queen screamed, a sound that echoed eerily thoughout the ship and smashed the offending xenomorph into pieces. The other xenomorphs ran excitedly about.

The queen was much harder to take over, but it was overcame, the queen now sending messages to the remaining Xenomorphs, they imitator queen had complete control of the hive, without having to take the minions, the next to be converted..The flood.

Cammand Mech

The pilot slammed into the hull of the Forerunner ship, the place rocked, throwing the man to the ground.

The Admiral of the Fleet Lina stared openmothed as the errant Command Mech slammed head-on into the Forerunner ship. Escape pods floated around, now being brought in by tractor beams from the other ships. Communications with the mech was down. Nobody knew what had happened. The crew was babbling about "some Infected-like monster", but Lina knew better. Probes were sent down to investigate.
Command Mech...
There was a terrible crash and Loren was ripped from her bonds and thrown to the floor. After a moment she got up, put on a lab coat to hide her naked breasts, and picked up her katana. She catiously poked her head out into the hall, looking around. All the lights were out, the ship was in darkness, emergency lights not needed because Xiscapians could see in the dark. A combat form dragged itself down the hall and Loren closed the door and hid.

The queen was aware of the impact to the ship, she orderd Xenomorphs to investiage, they closed in every second.

"What in the hell...?" Grimshaw began as he lifted himself from his chair on the bridge. The two Ensigns seated in front of him were looking at each other uncertain at what to do. The Catalan was drifting near to the Forerunner ship and it seemed the Xiscapian Command Mech had drifted onto a collision course.

The two ships collided, thrown masses of debris into the space directly in front of the Catalan

"HOLY SHIT!!" was the reaction from the Captain as the two ships seemed to flash in small explosions between the two vessels. Twisting on the spot Grimshaw ran to the ready section of the bridge

"EVASIVE MANOURVERS!!" He shouted to the crew, "RED ALERT!!" The ship's lighting dulled and a shrieking siren and red lighting replaced it. The Catalan was getting closer and closer to the wreakage

"HARD TO PORT!!" Grimshaw bellowed

"Hard to Port, Sir!!" The Ensign replied as she spun the large wheel in rapid circles. The Catalan's bow slowly moved away from the wreakage and into more danger

"Sir!! The Smoke!!! Collision inevitable!!" One of the Ensigns screamed in panic

"DEAD STOP!!! FULL REVERSE!!!" Grimshaw bellowed again as the Xiscapian Battleship loomed large from the bridge. The chances were the Dreadnought would not stop in time

"Reverse! Full power!" screamed Lintel. "We're too slow!" shouted one of the Bridge Officers. The huge ship moved slowly, backing away, thrusters glowing hard. "All hands, brace for impact!" Then there was a terrible jolt and exposions and fire and screams and then there was nothing.

The Catalan had it's nose stuck directly though the Specter's side, nearly poking out the other side. The hangers were destroyed, an unknown amount of dead and wounded.
OOC: http://img181.imageshack.us/img181/6416/minmatarbattleshiphl8.jpg

OCC: that is one of the coolest looking ships ive ever seen XD

The pilot imitator ran down the hall to reach the opening, he saw Loren and ran to her " are you alright?"

OOC: I know, right? It's awesome.
IC: Loren put out her hand, palm out, making the medic stop. "What is your name, rank, and seriel number?"
OOC2: Standered military stuff. Because he's an Imitator, he won't know.

The man froze "im sorry, what?, there's no time for this, we have to go"

Deadnought, APS Catalan

"BRACE FOR IMPACT!!" Grimshaw shouted as the two battleships collided.

All on the bridge were thrown from their feet and bounced around the room like dice in a cup. There was a great juddering, the scream of metal twisting and roars of various explosions, some close, some far.

After a few moments, Grimshaw pulled himself up, using the tactical console as a support. There was a strange ringing in his eyes and he could see three of everything. His initial impressions were that the bridge was a clutter of debris and ruined panels. Dead Alversians lay everywhere, some of whom were in extremely unatural positions.

As Grimshaw stood, so too did a number of his other crewmembers who had survived the impact. Grimshaw managed to get to his feet and look out the window at the massive hole ripped into the side of the Spector

Both ships glowed a fierce red where contact had been made and there were various Xiscapians floating around outside the bridge.

"Ensign?" Grimshaw's voice sounded hollow and echoey, "Ensign?"

"S-Sir?" The female Ensign crawled from under the body of the Bosun, impaled on the ship's wheel, one side of her face seemed to have been painted in a deep red colour and her left eye was closed as though winking

"Damage report please?" He said in a singsong voice, the command seemed to echo off the walls. Grimshaw seemed to be just staring ahead as though he were on drugs, a blank look on his face.

"Sir..." The Ensign stood, sobbing and moaning in pain, revealing that one shoulder was about 6 inches below the other, her arm hanging limp and useless.

"Abandon ship, please Ensign. Tell the rest of the crew if you see them. And tell Commander Parker I want a report of this on my desk by Sunday"

"Sir..." The Ensign repeated again, Commander Parker lay split in two just three feet from the tactical console.

The rest of the crew began to hobble from the bridge, the klaxon repeating the same command over and over again in a generic female voice

"All Hands abandon ship. All Hands abandon ship"

She unsheathed her sword and pointed it straight at him. "Fine. You don't remember? What's our motto? The national motto?"

" I cant remeber its been a long time since ive said it, my mind is elswhere" He looked at the blade.

" I cant remeber its been a long time since ive said it, my mind is elswhere" He looked at the blade."

OCC:actually i was going to say that, i was in my freinds account on accident woopsy XD

OCC: i hate it when the server is slow.

"You are no true Xiscapian. Get out of my sight, or I will kill you here and now."
Specter...
The bridge, though rattled, was in infinitly better shape than the Alversians. The hangers, located at about mid-ship, was another matter. The ship had nearly been broken in two, shattered and twisted metal flating everywhere. The bodies of pilots, Marines, spcaers, and techs floated everywhere. The halls and rooms around the impact area were torn apart. Xiscapians lay everywhere. Some living, unharmed. Some dead, ripped apart. Some wounded greviously. Spacer Amurabi slipped over a tail, orange and soaked in blood, it's owner lying in a crumpled heap a few feet away. Fires were starting, uncontrolled with no droids or living to stop them. Panels cracked and sparked. An entire section detatched and floated away, passing in front of the bridge. Lintel had sustained massive injuries, two broken legs, a fractured arm, a concussion, internal and external wounds, and a few fractures, but no one on the bridge had died. Hauler droids began to move wreckage, shifting it away. Fires were being put out. But no kitsune assisted them. Everyone was either stunned, dead, wounded, or unconcious. A cool female voice repeated endlessly. "Fires on decks 3, 5, 6, and 8. Hangers 1 and 2 have taken massive structural damage. All personnal evacuate. Repeat, all personnal evacuate."
Outside, the rest of the fleet moved in to help the damaged battleship and the crippled Alversian Dreadnought.

The man became more and morea agravated " Your in shock, come here let me help you" he put his hand outward.

The sword didn't seem to move, but suddenly the Xiscapian's thumb was bleeding from a shallow cut. "Don't come any closer. Leave now. This is your last chance."

He pointed at the blood " See, come here, i can help trust me, something is very wrong with you."

OCC:lol.

She shook her head. "Follow me." she walked into the room she was in before and picked something up. Suddenly she whirled, throwing the posion onto him, hoping to kill the Imitator cells.
OOC: Last post, it's late and Jolt keeps screwing up.

The man fell down, and his body thrashed and he let out an alien scream, as his body was being killed by pioson.

Loren stood back, watching the thing die.
OOC: See ya.

The Destroyers Apple and Appendix moved in to help evacuate the crew of the Catalan. Even from a distance, the damage to both ships looked severe and the two warships had to be careful not to hit the debris from the crash.

Immediately, crews transported aboard to launch the 'emergency ejection protocol' releasing the Dreadnought's ammunition and fuel in order to prevent an explosion which would engulf all the surrounding ships.

Meanwhile, the surviving crew had been brought aboard the Devastation for treatment of injuries. They varied greatly from mere cuts to bones ground to dust. The fleet would have to be informed and Captain Grimshaw questioned once he had regained his senses.

Meanwhile a message was sent to the Sector from Detention, now acting as fleet HQ in place of the crippled Dreadnought

To: Xiscapian Battleship Sector
What is the status of your vessel at the moment? Do you require
assistance?

OOC: Do Xiscapian warships have a prefix?

OOC: What's a prefix? Like nanobots repairing the ship? No. But we have regualar droids for that.
IC: The Specter was slowly moved away from the damaged Alversian Dreadnought. The hole was sealed with force fields and the debries were cleared up. The wounded and dead were transported to the medical ships.
To: Xiscapian Battleship Sector
What is the status of your vessel at the moment? Do you require
assistance?
To: Alversian Dreadnought Detention
Vessal is serverly damaged, it may be in danger of breaking in half. All personal are being evacuated and the ship is being moved away from the fleet until repair teams can get aboard. Negative on assistance, the situation is under control. Any word on our mech that just crashed?

OOC: A prefix is the wording before a ship's name. Like APS means Alversian People's Ship

TO: Battleship Spector

Negative, Spector, we have no idea what happened to your mech. It's caused
alot of trouble though whatever happened. We have sent word to the fleet and
they have instructed us to try and tow the Catalan back to Alversia for
repairs. Will your ship withstand an attempt to seperate the ships?

Already, the cruisers Detention and Devastation were closing in on the Catalan, they were going to try and connect a line to the Dreadnought and tow it back to Alversia.

OOC: A prefix is the wording before a ship's name. Like APS means Alversian People's Ship

TO: Battleship Spector

Negative, Spector, we have no idea what happened to your mech. It's caused
alot of trouble though whatever happened. We have sent word to the fleet and
they have instructed us to try and tow the Catalan back to Alversia for
repairs. Will your ship withstand an attempt to seperate the ships?

Already, the cruisers Detention and Devastation were closing in on the Catalan, they were going to try and connect a line to the Dreadnought and tow it back to Alversia.
OOC: The only thing that would go before the name is the class of ship. You would say "Battleship Specter" or "Cruiser Oath". If you want to be really formal, you'd say something like "Battleship Pride of the Empire of the Home Fleet 1".
IC: Affirmitive, seperation is possible. Caution is advised, however. We are attempting to repair the ship on-site, but it may need a complete overhaul. Perperations are being made to have it towed back to Xiscapia. Continued messages to the mech reveal nothing, and it's crew has been picked up, who ejected just before the mech hit the ship. Apparently the ship was highjacked by a rouge Xiscapian, but reports are unconfirmed at this time.
Metals were being wielded together inside the ship, force fields and parmagen, a kind of fast-growing harded foam material, was being placed in the damaged sections of the ship as temporary fillers to prevent the ship from breaking apart. The ship suffered structural damage, and lost all it's small craft and both hangers, as well as a number of guns.
Damage Report:
Hangers 1 and 2 destroyed
6 diplomatic shuttles destroyed
2 Gunboats destroyed
1 Corvette destroyed
1 MAC gun destroyed
1 Heavy Gun destroyed
1 Heavy Gun disabled
2 Light Guns destroyed
1 Light Gun malfunctional
21 AS guns destroyed/disabled
Massive Structural damage sustained
Decks 3 and 6 in vaccum
Deck 8 rendered unstable by fires
149 Xiscapians killed
238 Xiscapians wounded
Total: 387 Xiscapians out of action

The imitator was almost dead, the poison was about 50% effective, he lunged at her.

Loren leaped backwards and out the door, shutting in behind her and bracing her weight against it, hoping to hold him until the Imitator died.

The Devastation and the Detention slowly and surely began to seperate and tow the crippled Catalan away from the scene. Onboard, Damage crews from the cruisers were attempting to repair the most severely damaged sections of the warship as it was towed back. A message was sent from the Detention, the acting flagship of the detatchment.

To: Battleship Spector

Advice has been taken into consideration and we regret to inform you that we
shall have to withdraw in order to escort the Catalan back to Alversia for emergeancy repairs. We also have been unable to contact the Mech and
have no information to give you

APS Detention

Damage report from the Catalan

Bridge and nose section heavily damaged
A, B & D Ion Batteries out of action
15 x Broadside guns out of action
Long Range communications knocked out
Long Range scanners Knocked out
Life support damaged
Bow structure damaged
Decks 2-5 uninhabitable
Decks 7-14 suffered damaged
Hangar 3 knocked out
32 XX-35's destroyed
15 XH-133's Destroyed
10 XB-54's destroyed
159 Alversians Killed
390 Alversians Wounded

549 Alversian casualties

To: Battleship Spector

Advice has been taken into consideration and we regret to inform you that we
shall have to withdraw in order to escort the Catalan back to Alversia for emergeancy repairs. We also have been unable to contact the Mech and
have no information to give you

APS Detention
The following message was sent back:
To: APS Detention

Very well then. The best of luck and may all recover successfully from this accident.
Battleship Smoke
The Cruisers Speed and Legacy locked their tractor beams onto the Specter, which had been repaired to survive the trip home until more extensive repairs could be made. Still holding on to the battleship, the Cruisers jumped simultaneously for Wuin system, the closest Xiscapian system at the moment. Now the fleet numbered 1 Battleship, 2 Destroyers, 2 Cruisers, 2 Carriers, 2 Medical ships, 5 Supermechs and 3 Command Mechs. Admiral of the Fleet Luna had been transferred to the Battleship Smoke to assume command there.
Command Mech...
Loren had a plan. She would steal the North Calaveran fighter docked in the hanger, hopefully with the medic, and fly to the nearest Xiscapian ship. There they could be warned of the horrible monstrosity that had taken place.

Dominion vessels are on standby to render assistance. Wormhole generator is charged and ready to either to transport repair vessels or open a corridor to get both ships home.

Dominion vessels are on standby to render assistance. Wormhole generator is charged and ready to either to transport repair vessels or open a corridor to get both ships home.
We thank you for your kind offer but the ships are already on their way home.
On board the Smoke the Admiral listened carefully to the Marine's reports of what occured on the Command Mech. "There's still bodies and troopers on board?" he said sharply. "Yes Admiral, the bodies of a North Calaveran pilot and a Marine are in cyro-freeze. Two Medics are unaccounted for at this time, they are either on the mech or were killed by the thing. Communications on the mech are down, and hand-held are not able to get though due to background radiation." "Send a detatchment of SBAUs to recover the bodies and rescue the troopers."
Ship...
Four SBAU (Ship Boarding Attack Units) made their way to the crashed mech, their rifles or shotguns ready.

To: Dominion Vessels

We are grateful for your offer but the ship has already begun it's journey home
and so assistance will not be required. We have been ordered to leave the
Destroyer Apple here in order to monitor the situation for the moment

APS Devastation

With the severely damaged Catalan being towed between the two cruisers and escorted by the three destroyers, the Alversian ships were able to make a warp jump, carrying over 500 casualties from what should have been a routine mission...

OOC: Where's NC and Templar? The plot can't continue without them. Alversia, check TGs and be ready to post in the Time of Uncertainty thread.

OOC: I don't know where NC or Templar have buggered off too, I've checked TG's so what am I looking for? I haven't recieved one from you. And I'll start posting in the Thread immediately

OOC: You should have, it was about the Xiscapian Civil war.

OOC: I most definately have not recieved a TG

OOC: Hi guys, sorry, I had a hectic weekend.

IC: THIS CANNOT BE ALLOWED. A voice rang through the forerunner ship, sending shivers down the spine of all who heard. It's voice seemed to come from everywhere, and it had a dry, rasping quality, like the voice of a nearly dead human.
THIS NEW INFECTION COMPETES. WILL WE ALLOW THEM TO GO UNCHALLENGED? Outside the Queen's chamber, noises could be heard. Nothing particularly loud, just rustles and whispers.
GO MY CHILDREN! ERADICATE THE INTRUDERS! It was a sight to behold, as almost ever flood form on that vessel leaped into the chamber, swarming towards the Xenomorph queen.

OOC: I'll send you another, then.
IC: The SBAU and Marines on the ship winced at the voice. "What in Hell?" asked one of the Marines in the control room.

The Lt. growled. He knew what made this voice, at least.
"It's a Gravemind, a Flood leader." He turned to his Marines.
"Gear up, made defensive perimiters, signal for Spartan Group Beta." The marines nodded, then set about making barricades out of the bodies of the fallen. He turned back to the Xiscapians. "We've fought Graveminds before, have you?" Without waiting for an answer, he went on. "Set something that can burn near the barricades. If the Flood do decide to attack us, we don't want our barricades to get up and help them."

"We've encountered a kind of a Xenomorph/Flood hybrid, controlled by five Hiveminds, but never the Flood before." They began stacking bodies and placing grenades by the dead bodies. "Won't the force fields hold them indefinitly?"

The imitator queen raored as her Xenomorph guards began to defend her against he flood onsluaght.

Loren made her way down to the hanger, the Imitator medic's hands held in a status field behind his back and a restraining collar around his neck. She boarded the fighter and roughly shoved the Imitator inside. Now she waited for the poison to completly reverse the effects. She didn't want to be here any longer than she had to.

"Maybe. But I don't want to take any chances."

In the Queen's chamber...

Even though the Xenomorphs killed many of the Flood, many of them kept coming. A group of Infection Form's clambered up the Queen.

Ferguson pulled a number of red canisters with warning labels from his rig, "Would plasma grenades do it?"

The DDF's produced more of them. Out of their personal stocks of five, two per person were readied to be placed near the barricades.

Force Fields were put up behind the bodies. In front of them, 10 drones, 5Hunter Killer robots and 10 static autoturrets were placed in hope of repeling the Flood attack.

Loren made her way down to the hanger, the Imitator medic's hands held in a status field behind his back and a restraining collar around his neck. She boarded the fighter and roughly shoved the Imitator inside. Now she waited for the poison to completly reverse the effects. She didn't want to be here any longer than she had to.

it actually wont reverse them if the person is already fully converted.

OOC: Oh. Damn.
IC: The poison seemed to have no affect. She shook her head. She'd damaged it, but it couldn't be reversed. She shot the thing in the head with a laser pistol and threw it onto the hanger floor. She then took off in the Probe fighter. Unfortunatly, the Imitator could easily survive the shot, as it had been set to stun rather than kill, unknown to the medic. After explaining her situation, she was taken aboard the Carrier Blade.

OCC: sweet your back!!

OOC: No, you're back. Been waiting for a day. Anyway, the show must go on, so get posting. That's an ORDER Trooper!

OCC: you should fast forward, will rp the imitator still, but right now its borning being in the fighter.

OOC: You're not in the fighter, you're lying stunned on the mech's hanger floor. The medic ment to kill you but she was unaware she had it on stun.

Loren made her way down to the hanger, the Imitator medic's hands held in a status field behind his back and a restraining collar around his neck. She boarded the fighter and roughly shoved the Imitator inside. Now she waited for the poison to completly reverse the effects. She didn't want to be here any longer than she had to.

im with you XD

OOC: Oh. Damn.
IC: The poison seemed to have no affect. She shook her head. She'd damaged it, but it couldn't be reversed. She shot the thing in the head with a laser pistol and threw it onto the hanger floor. She then took off in the Probe fighter. Unfortunatly, the Imitator could easily survive the shot, as it had been set to stun rather than kill, unknown to the medic. After explaining her situation, she was taken aboard the Carrier Blade.
See?

OCC: check mate, sorry about that.

The medic got back up he reverted back to looking like an Xscipian, still in restraints he flopped on the floor, wishing to take the women on fighter that went away.

The SBAUs cationsly made their way into the mech. "Readings show one life-form in the hanger." They made their way up a turbolift to the hanger though the cramped halls.

The medic screamed " Help!! Help me!"

The 4 SBAU hurried to the source of the noise. The medic appeared fine, but there had been strange reports about this ship... One of the SBAU leveled his shotgun. "Name, rank, and identification code."

The imitator was faced with the same strange question it was asked earlerier, it had no answer he looked at his clothes for a second, " Im a medic, corporal, i cant remember my code"

The imitator was faced with the same strange question it was asked earlerier, it had no answer he looked at his clothes for a second, " Im a medic, corporal, i cant remember my code"
The patch on the kitsune's arm indicated corporal, and it was sadly common for soldiers to forget their I.D. codes. The SBAU's unbound the medic. "What happened?"
OOC: Last post for tonight.

OCC: alrighty

He stood up " Well, this is going to sound crazy, i know" he thought for a second " This female shot me and tied me up and left me here, she took off on a non-xscipian fighter." he looked at the ground " Can i go home?"

OCC: it sucks that we are on at different times, im usually on at around 7:00 PM, cause of my practice.

OCC: alrighty

He stood up " Well, this is going to sound crazy, i know" he thought for a second " This female shot me and tied me up and left me here, she took off on a non-xscipian fighter." he looked at the ground " Can i go home?"
One of the SBAU looked the medic over. "He seems to have been damaged by a stun blast. And the Blade was saying something about "one female survivor, escaped in a North Calaveran fighter." Every SBAU's comm began recieving messages, which only they could hear. "This is Acting Admiral of the Fleet Jorn. You have found one surviving medic, bound to the hanger floor?" The SBAU muttered the affirnitive. "That man has been taken over by a parasite of some sort. Kill him immediatly, then report back." Every SBAU pointed their blasters at the medic.
OOC: I'm on anywhere from 4:00-10:00 PM, usually.

The imitator looked innocent " Oh you think im a parasite?!, no you got this all wrong, that chick just got away, she is the parasite!!!"

The SBAU weren't fooled. All four fired at once, two blaster shotguns and two laser rifles at close range slammed towards the medic with speedy red bolts.

The Infections dug into the Queen, taking over it's nervous system. It roared momentarily, before uttering a less imposing growl. The Xenomorphs moved back to the Queen.
WE ARE NOW FINISHED. PREPARE YOURSELF TO ENTER OUR FOLD, AND BECOME LEGION! YOU WILL BE NEXT! The Flood swarmed over the Xenomorphs, who fought back but couldn't stem the living tide. Soon, an entire hive of Xenomorphs was one with the Flood. They roared in unison and began heading for the Command Room.

OCC: LOL i own all of those flood to haha

The infections did dig inside the queen, but the imitators cell quickly took the attackers forms, slowly but surely, they would be assimilated.

In the Control Room the Marines tensed and the robots whirred and came onto full alert as they heard the sound of the Flood coming closer.
Mech...
The SBAUs quickly cyro-froze the heat-blasted body of the medic. "Trooper Delta Blue reporting in, hostle destroyed. Freezing and taking off. Mech is inoperable, advise repair teams wait until ship is cleared and mech is analyzed to make sure that there aren't more of these things around."

bump-sorry, im back XD

OOC: Let's get going then, we need to hurry because it's past 12:00 over here and I'm as tired as hell.

OCC: idk what to do lol, you killed me.
THe medic was still twiching.

OOC: Your in freeze, you can't twitch. Unfortunatly, I need to go. Got two soccer games, one after the other, tommorow, so I need rest. You still control all the Flood and Infected xenomorphs, though. I'll let you have the medic, he'll get out of the freeze and repair himself somehow.

OCC bbye bye

THE QUEEN IS NOT YET OURS! INFECT! The Flood inside the Queen pumped a deadly toxin into it, directly into it's neverous system. It would paralyse it and stop its respitory system...
OOC: I know normal Flood can't do that, but theres a reason which will be discovered after the Xenomorphs are exterminated, along with... MORE BAD GUYS! Yaaaay!

ooc: i do have permision from void to post.
ic:Off the bow of the ship a fluidic rift opened in a tremendus yellow explosion and nearly 1,000 species 8472 ships entered our space, intent on finding the lost brothers, 100 ships broke off from the main group and began to head to the ship.

OOC: Im bending the laws that the ppl at startrek hq aplyed to species 8472 because im asuming we are set after armarda 2. I'v made the following changes:
Species 8472 is now less bent on destruction, exept when angered or threatened.
species 8472 has developed a resistance to the antibodi nanites the federation and borg made, just to make it that more chalenging, BUT THEY ARE STILL BEATABLE, IT WILL TAKE TIME TO RESAERCH A WAY TO BYPASS THE IMUNITY TO LASER/PHASER WEOPENS.
species 8472 is subsiquently willing to ally with other races, to a pont, they still hold a grudge against most organic life because of what the borg tryed to do.
species 8472 can now talk aswell as use telepathy, and has subsiquently developed subspace cominications away, they are yet to full grasp english so..

OOC it best if you join up then start posting as one day you may upset someone if you keep posting before getting the ok from who ever came up with the idea and plan it all

OOC: It's best if you sign up here first http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=535373

Meanwhile, Space shook again as the destroyer Apple was joined by the Battlecruisers Aps Firedrake and APS Freedom with the cruisers APS Deepwater, APS Defence, APS Defender and the Destroyers APS Insensible, APS Imogen, APS Imperial, APS Impey. They were there to monitor the situation and investigate ways that this seeming infection that had appeared amongst the Xiscapian crew could be contained. Rear Admiral O'Hanlon had taken control from the Battlecruiser Firedrake.

OOC:thx but i cant be bothered, i just ask the person who starts the thread if im ok 2 post, this case void said yep.
IC:The ships(mostly destroyers,scouts and a few behamoths) stoped in space and began to scan the forerunner ship, then each of the other ships in turn(ooc: I didnt bother to read past page 8( half way) so if i get stuff wrong just ignore it, it makes perfect sense to me:P) then send a subspace comm beacon towards the foreruner ship and opened hailing frequencys.
"organic lifeforms of this secter, we searching for brethren are, sending image files are we of what look like they do, respond please"(ooc: that could get confusing lol)

The Colony Ship sent a distress call out to the Sixth House.
"Unknown species inbound!"
"Stay put. SXC Armageddon and SXC Abaddon will arrive shortly. Hold out until then."

OOC: The Armageddon and Abaddon are Sister ships and of the Habayusa-class, which are the Void's latest Destroyers.
Armageddon: http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/a4/Oriship.jpg
Abaddon: http://www.cylon.org/images/bg/bstar03-06mod1.jpg

OOC:WTF lol ori crusers and enhanced base stars?, thats even worse than the 8472 super weopen lol.

OOC:thx but i cant be bothered, i just ask the person who starts the thread if im ok 2 post, this case void said yep.
IC:The ships(mostly destroyers,scouts and a few behamoths) stoped in space and began to scan the forerunner ship, then each of the other ships in turn(ooc: I didnt bother to read past page 8( half way) so if i get stuff wrong just ignore it, it makes perfect sense to me:P) then send a subspace comm beacon towards the foreruner ship and opened hailing frequencys.
"organic lifeforms of this secter, we searching for brethren are, sending image files are we of what look like they do, respond please"(ooc: that could get confusing lol)
Alarms blared as the unknown ships entered the system. "We're being scanned." said the XO on the Smoke.
organic lifeforms of this secter, we searching for brethren are, sending image files are we of what look like they do, respond please
To ship which sent the message:
Unknown fleet, you are whithin the jurisdiction of Xiscapian Naval Operations. Please state your origins and intentions and power down all weapons and shields.

"from the rift are we, no planets have we, no stars have we in our land. power down armament, yes, sheild no. brethren was lost long ago, searching always where we" *roaring over comm channel*" FOUND BRETHREN HAVE WE, rejoyce we, go free brethren,yes? May be help your friends, make new friends we?" the ships turned as one towards the forerunner craft but seemed to be waiting for a signal.

from the rift are we, no planets have we, no stars have we in our land. power down armament, yes, sheild no. brethren was lost long ago, searching aways where we" *roaring over comm channel*" FOUND BRETHREN HAVE WE, rejoyce, we go, free brethren,yes?
"Okayyy..." This was from the Communications Officer on the Smoke. "Orders?" Luna frowned. "Make no further contact. Establish a perimiter and see what they do."
In space outside the ship the Xiscapian warships formed into a ring around the Forerunner ship.

"Okayyy..." This was from the Communications Officer on the Smoke. "Orders?" Luna frowned. "Make no further contact. Establish a perimiter and see what they do."
In space outside the ship the Xiscapian warships formed into a ring around the Forerunner ship.

"you friends help need, friends us be maybe?, bretheren calls, he is scared, we go, must help, must free, maybe free you friends?" the calm voice of the group leader came over the intercom.
The fluidic rift grew larger for a few brief moments and a metalic ship emerged, not organic like the rest of the 8472 ship, but partialy covered in an organic layer, it hailed the smoke.
" Hail friends, i see my friends have found you already, forgive their ineptitude with the english language, they only recently mastered speach, i helped them evolve compltly to the species you see now, well i adapted the genetic makeup of their ancesters slightly. Forgive me im ramboling I am Horus, i hail from the planet grethor, sadly devoid of life now, i fled to fluidic space with my crew and a few other reserch ships and remained there ever since. It was many many years ago now sadly, so i asume youve let them free thier brethrin?"

The following message was sent back:
We know not of these "brethrin" of which you speak. Unfortunatly, we cannot at this time let you board the ship, due to active hostiles and potentially valuable technology being aboard. Please explain you situation further we shall see what we can do about it.

The following message was sent back:

"ah not my situation but thiers, their race engaged a race known as the borg a long while ago, several members of the species where traped in this region of space, evidently the forerunners found one. They wont attack you whilst im here but you would be wise to let them pass, my authoraty is limited and the more frightend their brother abord the ship is, the more restles they will become, you see even now they begin to move to the station? If i where you i wouldnt provoke them, whilst i make them inherantly less agresive, they will still attack you untill you untill your dead." with that eight battle ships and a frigate emerged from the rift and it closed.

Tbattleships aranged themselves in a circle behind the frigate and the advanced to a position where they could hit the forerunner ship with ease
"Save you friends will we, then stop infection, yes? but first must free brethren."

There seemed to be some consideration among the ships. Despite being outnumbered and probably outgunned, the kitsune captains were confident they could take the enemy. In the end, however, Luna overruled them.
The following message was sent back:
May they do so at their own peril, then. You will find airlocks on the ship in these (coordinates attatched) places. Good Luck.

"you we thank. Save you friends to we will" and with that all 100 ships that arived first began to dock with the forerunner ship on the deck where the creature in the tank was located[I]brother we come for you[I] the called telepathicly, 50 of species 8472 headed up to the location of the mariens, prefairing the swiftest rout, thrugh the floor/ceiling and walls, slicing any hostiles in thier way.

ooc:8472 battle ship:http://ca.geocities.com/afterearthdatabase/bioship.jpg
8472 battleship and frigate superweopen in action:http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/8459/massattack.jpg ( note the weopen can render a planet lifeless)
8472 befor genetic alteration: http://www.planetspace.de/startrek/library/images/species/8472.png ( now has 2 legs, a mouth and is slightly less skeletal because of genetic adaption)
note that as species 8472 uses an organism as a ship each ship is slightly diferent but follows the same baisic desighn of it class, also species 8472 has no use for names.

ooc: guys, im planinga little bit of a suprise involving horuses race, so eventualy species 8472 wont be in this untill a huuuuuuuuuuuuuge space battle, however untill the brethren ias recovered, they will stay in the thread.

APS Firedrake

Rear Admiral O'Hanlon frowned as the 100 plus ships began to head towards the forerunner. His own ship was already on red alert and now the other ships in his little fleet were beginning to respond as well.

"Shields up" The young Commander ordered, "Load Batteries A and B and wait for my command"

"Yes, Sir!" Ensigns got to work preparing the ship in case of an attack.

with out warning the 900 more ships droped out of warp, and began to head to the forerunner ship, then detecting the armed weopen baterys altered course, heading straight for the alverian ships, the eight destroyers and frigate rotated in to a new position targeting the lead ship.

The destroyers fired at the frigate and its enhanced sheilding began to draw energy from the biopulse beams to its biopulse conduite, it would be ready in 30 seconds, the behamoths formed a defensive perimiter around the now fully formed bio-pulse conduite and awaited the first voly to be launched at them, the friagate was armed now, it just need the signal from horus, or to be frightened enugh.

8472 frigate: http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Dreamworld/2460/database/schematics/8472firing_side.jpg
horuses ship: http://www.cygnus-x1.net/links/lcars/blueprints/stunnamed/sovereign-class-forward.jpg http://www.cygnus-x1.net/links/lcars/blueprints/stunnamed/sovereign-class-dorsal.jpg http://www-personal.umich.edu/~markusn/models/starships/uss_independence/uss_independence2m.jpg ( the shimatics and actual aperance, not the aft would have a more organic look, liike species 8472.
a picture of all 8472 ships: http://screenshots.filesnetwork.com/17/files2/26756_3t.jpg ( top to botom+ rightto left: scout, destroyer, launcher (space artilery), cruser, active embryo( evolvs into 8472 ship, moving to next row) defender, frigate, battleship (next row) behamoth and mother)

A message was sent to the Species ships:
Rift Aliens! Cease preperations fire at once! Those are allies! Repeat, cease preperation of your weapon at once and stand down or we will take action!OOC: Edited, please refer.

OCC: Im all lost.

[QUOTE=Ih8uwannakillu;13169343]
8472 battleship and frigate superweopen in action:http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/8459/massattack.jpg ( note the weopen can render a planet lifeless)
QUOTE]
ooc: That link shows you what i mean, the super weapon is also known as a biopulse conduit. it needs 8 species 8472 battles ships and 1 8472 frigate to work and is imensly powerfull, in this instance its active but as of yet the charge hasnt been released by the frigate.

I tryed to get a pictur of the final effect but i could only the see the end result which is the planet exploding.

baisicly xipia needs 2 delete his last post lol

OOC: Post has been edited, please read and respond, will replace this with an IC post when situation warrents.

Rear Admiral Reid raised one eyebrow at the screens in front of him. It seemed that the enemy ships were attempting to power up and super weapon to attack his fleet.

"Put the fleet in high alert" he ordered one of the Ensigns before giving the signal

TO: Unidentified Fleet

Please be advised we are following standard procedure when meeting an
unidentified species. We have no intention of firing unless you give us reason to
do so

((OOC: Check TGs Alversia))

ooc: yep thats ok

IC: "Stop prepairing for firing we? yes, also you stop."
Withthat the frigate fired way over the other ships and opened another rift, such was the force of the shot.

meanwhile abord the forerunner cruser brethren was found, but it was proving more dificult to free him than expected. The 50 8472 that had moved to help the mariens where almost at their destonation and where now forced to cut thier way thrugh not only the ship, but the flood.

Reid sent another message to the unidentified fleet that had appeared

To: Unidentified fleet

We will stand down once you have proven you do not intend to attack. Also,
one more warning shot will be considered an act of war and we will reply

Although this message was sent, the ion batteries instantly began to power down although shields remained on full

ooc: im typin this in skool so i cant really add linksor anything if i need to, DAM YOU COMPULSERY EDUCATION.
IC: the 8472 ships cloaked and powered down. " proof this enugh?" then from the rift came a great fleet of borg vesles emerged " the great foe! MAKE THEM PERISH"

The borg hailed all the ships in the secter " we are the borg, you will be asimilated, all savyor is irelavent, resistance is futile. Your culture will adapt o service us, comply!"

The species 8472 uncloaked and rearmed and began to fire on the borg ships " MURDERERS, KILLERS DEFILERS OF LIFE, YOU WILL FALL" the species 8472 screached, thier ships shruging off the borg fire as if it was nothing.
Horus braght his ship around began to fire transphasic torpedos at the largest borg ship (a tactical fusion cube).

"Ye gods!" This came from Luna's XO. Luna's sharp voice came out over the comms of the fleet. "Now hear this! All ships, turn hard to port, perpare to fire on new hostiles, we are entering a target rich enviornment." The fleet began to turn. Gunnery segeants howled orders, spacers loaded guns and ran to a fro, pilots readied themselves and their ships, and A.I. guns were brought online and searching.

Bridge, APS Firedrake

"Ion Batteries A and B! OPEN FIRE!!" Reid bellowed into his comlink as the borg ships appeared in the middle of the fleet. The other Alversian ships were already firing their own ion guns into the main ships.

Down on the gun deck, movign about in the rather cramped Ion turret, there was chaos. The guns were loaded and the Layer kept shouting corrections to the layers adjusting it with the control panels. Once the Layer was happy, he raised his thumb and the Gun Captain hit the button beside him.

All along the gundeck, the roars of the twin guns could be heard as the bolts flew through space and each connected with a seperate target, engulfing each in a ball of fire.

"Good aiming, Captain!" Reid shouted into his mic as the first borg rounds started to impact with the Firedrake's shields, "Status Report!"

"Weapons are having no effect on our shields, Sir!!" a female Ensign called from behind him

"Very good! Full fleet hard to port and prepare to give them a broadside!"

"Yes, Sir!!" The Bosun cried as he turned the ship's wheel rapidly.

Meanwhile, on the gundeck, the noise was deafening as Gun Captains bellowed out orders, the Layers called corrections and the Alarms and Klaxons continued to bellow out loud.

The two dozen guns were soon loaded and the crews stood poised, ready to reload. The Deck Commander waited until every gun had confirmed their readiness before he flicked a switch on the wall near the door.

On the bridge, the Tactical Officer called out
"Both Flanks armed and ready, Sir!"

"Very good! Prepare to fire on my mark. In the meantime, hit them with four ranks of torpedeos!"

"Aye, Sir!!" the Tactical Officer typed a few buttons on his console and watched as the red tubes screamed towards the Borg ships.

The Battleship Smoke completed it's turn. The gunners on deck loaded the guns and calibrated the sights. A voice rang though the loudspeaker: "All batteries, open fire." The Gunnery Sgt. shouted. "Prepare to fire!" A MAC shell was loaded by a robot. The gun was aimed. The gunner pressed the red button. With a roaring sound which would make unprotected ears bleed, the MAC shell shot from it's gun and tore though an opposing Borg ship. "Hit, target is damaged!" Ion Cannons, AS guns, MAC guns, Heavy and Light Laser cannons all fired from the fleet. Three assault shuttles with SBAU were dispatched to try and board and take the Borg cube.

The borg where taking losses, more than that they risked failyer.
"reinforcements requierd, activate transwarp conduits" with that a trnswarp exit apritur opened and several more heavy borg assult ships and asimilated shps exited, opening fire.
"weapons having minimal effect, nanite fire having no effect upon species designated 8472. enitiate adaptions, continuos adaptions active, damage reduction estimated 78%."
the secies 8472 ships broke off and flew imensly close together fusion itiate the called as one and a great light burst forth from where the ships where.
A few minutes later, a huge ship with a fully functioning perminant biopulse conduit at the front emerged and fired a shot at the nearest borg diamond. "No hope stands for you"
ooc: I would have uploaded the sketch of it i drew up but sadly it wasnt posablr because my printers shit so...

The assault shuttles got to the cube with minimal damage, the SBAU blew their way in with explosives and Borg went down by the dozens due to blaster fire. They seeked the bridge, protected by their airtight, hardened armor. Outside the fleet continues to fire on the Borg.

The Firedrake shuddered suddenly as a flash of light appeared on her starboard bow.

"Report!!" Reid shouted across the bridge to the Ensign working a tactical console

"Sir! We've lost the Amazing!" The ENsign cried, typing various things into her console

"Give them a full broadside" he muttered darkly under his voice

The Tactical Officer nodded and began to speak to the gun deck below them

On the gun deck, it was choas as the alarms comtinued to sound and the crews shouted encouragement to each other and threats to the enemy. Then another piercing whistle sounded and a deadly silence fell over the crews.

The Deck Commander picked up the wall mounted phone and listened for a few minutes. "Yes Sir!" he shouted and turned to the guns

"Battery A, rolling shot...OPEN FIRE!!"

There was a massive roar as the first two guns fired in unison, each being thrown back due to the recoil. They were quickly followed by the pair to their left and so it went down the entire deck, Battery after Battery after Battery.

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Back on the bridge, Reid watched as two entire Cubes were blown clean apart and his own ship seemed to roll onto it's side with the collective recoil coming from the gun deck

"Ion Battery D, FIRE!!"

The ship shuddered again and there was a deep roar as a thick, blue bolt was emitted from the ship and headed straight into another Cube. Reid watched with satisfaction as it too was engulfed in flames.

Abord the fusion cube the borg where adapting to the laser fire and began to advance on the boarding partys.

The tactical fusion cube headed to the transwarp conduit " all vesles protect the fusion cube, the queen must survive."

Horus hailed every ship in the secter with a visual mesage.

ON the screen he looked like http://www.makingthings.com/projects/animatronic-mask/5.jpeg.
"I am a prior of the qro,non, let all know thier great light. As it is said in the book of light: Those who are pridefull and refuse to see the light, shall be lain unto dust"
ooc: some one reply to the mesage with this please: ' and phonix did say unto the people of the lower plains ' seek not evil in those around you, lest it will find a place in your own home.'' i got the idea from the ori supergate battle from stargate. Btw instead of holding a staff weapon horus would be holding an intricatly carved staff of gold,whtegold and with a large golden crystal on top.
this symble would be engraged just below the crystal:http://www.gateworld.net/opinion/columns/stargatemythology/graphics/plate1.jpg

The SBAU were thrown as the Cube rattled and shook under the Alversians massive Ion barrage. "Tell the Alversians to cease fire on this Cube!" Shouted the lead SBAU into his comm. They switched tactics, engaging the Borg up close and personnal. Katana swords, knives, shurikens, nunchucks, and other anicent weapons slashed gray Borg skin into bleeding heaps of flesh. But there was so many. Maybe too many...
Smoke...
Luna messaged the Firedrake.
APS Firedrake, please cease fire on Borg Cube at sector 113890, we have a boarding party on board. Assistance is required, request boarding teams of your own.
Suddenly they recieved a message:
I am a prior of the qro,non, let all know thier great light. As it is said in the book of light: Those who are pridefull and refuse to see the light, shall be lain unto dust.
Luna responded personally, with the words of an Empress of the old:
And Phonix did say unto the people of the lower plains seek not evil in those around you, lest it will find a place in your own home.

The SBAU were thrown as the Cube rattled and shook under the Alversians massive Ion barrage. "Tell the Alversians to cease fire on this Cube!" Shouted the lead SBAU into his comm. They switched tactics, engaging the Borg up close and personnal. Katana swords, knives, shurikens, nunchucks, and other anicent weapons slashed gray Borg skin into bleeding heaps of flesh. But there was so many. Maybe too many...
Smoke...
Luna messaged the Firedrake.

Suddenly they recieved a message:

Luna responded personally, with the words of an Empress of the old:

"But the darkness here is evidant, even to those who do not look for it, Haloed are the qro'non, and thier divine light will clear all those who have sinned and tarnished the great path to enlightenment."

With that, horuses ship turned to face the nearest planet and what apeared to be warp natchels showed thier true purpose as from one a white light shot, and from another a yellow one. The beams met above the center of the ship and a golden beam headed to the planet at remarkable speeds.

When the planet was struk with the beam nothing happend for a few seconds and then BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM there was a huge implosion as the planet created a minor gravity anomoly thenthe greater chunks formed a rughly circular shap and species 8472 moved into the exact center of this circle. They then fired the biopulse conduit at the largest pice of debris, it spread to the others and when it finaly disperced there was, in the place of the debris where aproximatly 10000 pieces of unknown technology, all identical and with visable energy conduits pulsing between each one.

"In the name of the gods we will clear this region of space of all that tarnish the greatness of the qro'non. CHAPA' KAL AKTUK" and the 10000 objects flashed onece and began to draw power from the gravity anomoly, A SUPER GATE HAD BEEN FORMED.

ooc: The qro'non are like the ori in thier idology and physical likness, indead they longago acended to a higher place of being, leaving thier name to the race they created and gave religion to thiem.
This religion enforced the worship of the acended qro'non as gods and the unacended chainged their title to qro'nert meaning light followers in thier aincheent toung.

More advanced than the ori because of the permishion to advance technologicly by the qro'non, the qro'nert are a force to be rekoned with due to the semi-acended priors being told how to improve on thier tecnology.
Sorry this is such a big post but i think this is important so bear with mer a bit longer.
Thier ships have weapons like thwe ories super laser and drones like the anchants that can either explode or hack ship systems, but can also negate a shield long enugh and in a just wide enugh radius to allow the drone to pass thrugh.

Idesighned the drones my self and will quote the full 'codex' i wrote for the drones in mt next one.

APS Firedrake

"All warships focus your fire on other cubes, avoid Cube in sector 113890 and continue to fire. Negative Commander, we are unable to get close to the Cubes to board. Cannot provide assistance, over"

Reid watched in shock as their new 'allies' blew a planet to smithereens for no apparent reason at all. The crew looked around, shocked and surprised before a beeping came onto the system

An Ensign turned to look at the screen and shouted

"Dreadnought decloaking, Sir! It's the Tactical!" She cried with delight

"Perfect" Reid claimed, relaxing back into his chair

Suddenly from nowhere, another Dreadnought (http://www.phoxim.de/radiantvii/RadiantVII_01.jpg) appeared amongst the Alversian fleet, manoeuvering around and aiming at the various cubes. It focused on one and fired.

Two narrow beams of bright blue light seemed to stream from the two furthest engines and focused on the nearest Cube.

At first, there was nothing, then it seemed the beams had just punched straight through the ship, blowing it into several pieces.

With an imense roar the unstable vortex of the wormhole rushed forward, the puled back formin a shimering red wormhole. From the wormhole 4 pennance m07 cruisers exited( http://warlords.swrebellion.com/albums/Development/pinnance.jpg) followed by 3 keldaba battle carriers(http://images.wikia.com/starwars/images/thumb/2/2a/Kedalbe_battleship2.jpg/250px-Kedalbe_battleship2.jpg).

"now you will perish, for it is the will of the gods!!!" and the ships fired ther supperlasers and allmanner of weapons at the forerunner ship.

OOC: Alversia, your Dreadnought is a Blockade Runner? :p
IC: The SBAU leader nodded as he took off a Borg arm with his sword. "Affirmitive." He shouted though his comm to his squadmates. "Assistance unavaliable, we're on our own!"
Forerunner ship...
The entire ship jolted and shuttered as the weapons struck it, fortunatly the Forerunner ship seemed to have increadibly strong shields. The Marines inside felt it and some moaned in fear.

OOC mmm should i drop in two Shinigami Wolf Packs in and help out Xiscapia and Alversia

ooc: can we start to ignore the borg now, the qro'non will dstroyem if they stay behind, incidenty they are heading thrugh the transwarp conduit when the assult teams boarded them, meh lol.

"HALOD ARE THE QRO'NON" the qro'non forces yelled over the comms and began to fire burst after burst at most of the ships in the area. "Launch our fighters I will lead them my self and so the gods will watch over us." prior seth as he walked to the hangerbay aboard the pinance class ruiser holy flame.
"deploy boarding craft, capture the greatest threat annd turn thier war machines agaist them." prior horus said to the leading officer on the bidge.