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Transmission from the ITH broadcast where permitted:


Today is a glorious day.

You ask why? I will tell you why.

Today is the first day of the Second Flagship Contest. Today all the entries are scheduled to arrive at Void Station, a trade station located just outside the Milky Way galaxy. The trading station has been refurbished to play host to this event and to future ones as the Contest is planned upon becoming an annual event.

The ITH has waved any fees for passage to and from the station so any could witness the majesty of the nations participating. They have even allowed the use of the Network to transport the participating ships to the Void Station. The Corporation has even used the luxury liners of the Titan Cruise Lines to ferry spectators to the event and the massive vessels are arriving as I speak.

As the galaxies watch, each nation will parade their pride and joy past the station and then to the temporary shipyard where the vessel will be prepped for the contest. Tomorrow morning the first clashes of the titans will begin.

If you are not here already, get here ASAP before you miss anything.



OOC:

The sign up was done in these two Threads:


Who Has The Best Flagship??? Open FT Event (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=565133)

Flagship OOC Thread (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=565134)


If you wish to have characters arrive to watch please post them here. If you are participating then post your ships arriving and parading as flashy as you wish. Make an impression on the crowds gathered.

For characters traveling to the Void Station, there are plenty of lodging as well as restaurants and other facilities for just about any species known to the ITH as long as they are legal.

No fighting, unless you are the contestants. The ITH Police are keeping the peace and their ships certainly pack a punch.

The ships coasted through the Drift, three mighty battleships of the Sertian Expedition. The center ship was the most impressive though, an impressive dreadnought that, while other flagships might dwarf her in comparison, was the pride of the forces stationed at the edge of the Milky Way. Her form boasted few guns compared to other capital ships as well, but what she lost in quantity she sure made up in size, large coilguns and plasma canons graced her form and her entire bulwark was built around a gigantic plasma canon that ran the length of her frame. Her colors the gold and red while she bore the emblem of Alpha Division, a mighty phoenix seeming to be baring down on some unfortunate target. The two escort ships too, bore the same colors and symbols. The two Avalon-Class cruisers on either side of the mighty dreadnought, although their presence seemed to only compliment the majesty of the capital ship they were assigned to protect.

Soon the ships reached their destination, the engines flaring to life as they prepared to travel under sublight drives only. To the people on the vessels the transition from Drift to Real Space and vice versa was a thing they had experienced since childhood, how the reality they were in seemed to bleed away, either by the swirling mass of unknown particles in the drift seeming to flow away, or by those same mass of particles swirling to occupy their entire visual radius. However, to an outside observer the transition of the ships was much more spectacular, as the ships seemed to demolecularize and disintegrate into a fantastical river of gold-lit particles that flowed out into space, seeming to disappear into the interstellar medium. So it was that the particles would appear at the Escalibur's destination, three rivers of particles forming into the heavily armored warships. The three kilometer long Escalibur with her kilometer long cruisers.


"Transition to Real Space complete, sublight drives on all ships operational. All systems up and running at peak efficiency," a voice called out on the bridge of the SEV Escalibur, arriving at the same time the Tactical Assistant Computer adjusted the hologram of the three ships, revealing the location of Void station relative to their little formation.

"Take us around the station half a light second away, let's give them a good look of our colors. Meanwhile, have the Ansible and Solitude veer off and ask for instructions on where our escort ships may park themselves to enjoy the festivities."

And so the mighty dreadnought pushed itself forward in a soft arc around the station, coming towards the shipyard that they were reporting to. The twin mass driver engines leaving behind a noticeable plasma trail in its wake, the super heated gas dissipating into the coldness of space, occasionally sparkling with an unworldly beauty whenever the photon drive's trail would intersect the plasma, lighting it up with the same myriad of colors of a planetary nebula.

Something was burning in the vacuum, a vile smoke that was nearly blinding the sensors on the unworldly sight of the outside. The literal ship brain was safely enclosed by layers of substances intended to mitigate the effect of high accelerations, and such brain, half organic and half machine, was hosted inside a much more fragile body, now thriving on the dream of old, to be the spacecraft itself rather than only its pilot. It was perhaps weirder than the Chaos outside, how human and machine thoughts blended. Strangely, the spacecraft was not affected by what lied outside, burnt by its very thruster.

An endless sea of blood replaced the former void of space, bathing the outer hull of the battleship with its tainted touch, a trail of boiling blood was left behind, as the spacecraft continued its long journey, seemingly ignored by the forces that loomed in such realm. With its astropath mind safe and probing the way for the "pilot", it suddenly decided to have a break, as an avatar came to the bridge of the spacecraft, made of light rather than matter. A young, black-skinned woman with amber eyes, wearing an ultra-retro militia uniform from the early 20th Century filled with black and red symbols, who looked around, like if aware of the environment, observing the emptiness of the bridge, which lacked any seat, a curved and long hall housing only piles of computers which blended with the walls of the same, and with no form of displays or interfaces, in total darkness, bypassed by an infrared vision of the same by this peculiar individual who no longer was bound to a previous body, and logically neither bound to the hormonal inputs of one.

"This is a pointless waste of time and resources. But it's still better than Virtual Reality decadence. Do you think that it will really matter in the long term? To get through this and try to surpass things that break more laws of physics than Chaos?"

Suddenly another avatar spawned out of air. A blond-haired black-skinned man (http://www.chokingonpopcorn.com/popcorn/wp-content/uploads/old/Gayn_steer.jpg) in a very groovy ultra-retro attire with very expressive brown eyes, and with an enigmatic smile at his face, speaking in a cheesy manner, with a strange but familiar language that was certainly Western-like:

"Hey Fabian Ustill, you are the Dong Qigong now, are you a bit down? I can manufacture some ancient Holy Blue Pill here pal, and all your problems will be gone. You must be always looking heads up, and not looking heads down, and we'll have some good times."

Smiling, the female avatar then replied, clearly amused by the silly joke pulled by her friend, seemingly some sort of common thing between both:

"Nevermind Yodil Dole, I am fine here. It's just this bad thing out there trying to bring us down, and my name is now Ava Gina Ustill, remember? You are keeping on to the psychic beacon, right?"

"Certainly. An Orderite and a Psych is the way to go, but you scare me off a bit. Good thing we are quite away from each other, in a sense. Now on your name, sorry, I forgot you swapped your gender back when you had one. Most of us are just satisfied with being gays. For a Gay Universe!" the male avatar then replied.

Smiling, she simply realized that they were soon to arrive, and answered:

"I did that because I could, although it was very unpleasant to have periods. It's much better this way. No headaches, no pain, and being able to go anywhere, appear almost anywhere and see as much as the Nets see. The only bad thing is that I feel no sex drive anymore. But there is more to life than sex."

"You can return to a body whenever you want pal, now we are coming, maybe we should pay attention to more pressing matters." replied Yodil, as his avatar vanished, for such distraction could no longer be made.

And soon, she would again see the outside of the battleship rather than the deeply buried, and completely airless bridge, stripped of all life support systems. The interior was fully dead one, without light, all its energy wasted with human maintenance switched to other functions. It was by then that the strange and disturbing visage of the ocean of blood would suddenly vanish with a strong storm of light, slowly fading away to reveal the universe at hand.

Chaotic forces would make a small, temporary foothold upon an unstable Warp overlay, threatening but not enough to pose a real menace as the relatively small battleship would come from the maw of such strange gateway, radiating into chaotic lights and heat as a long trail of fusion byproducts was left through the void of space, by the long and particularly bland spacecraft.

It had a very uninteresting shape, looking nothing more than an enlarged version of a 20th century space rocket, except with its entire hull covered by a thick layer of ice and with a more teardrop-like shape, and a strange crimson liquid frozen among the icicles, signaling the remains of its travel through Chaos, giving to it a gritty look, but a red hue which fitted well to the large sickle and hammer and red star symbols in its hull. Sixteen thrusters were lined behind it, expelling the byproducts into a superheated plasma, and there was no sign of any weapon port in the same, to the point that it was by large indistinguishable from a large transport spacecraft.

Ava controlled her new "body" with all her aptitude to it, making it accelerate towards the station ahead. It was very close but still, she seemed to continue accelerating past what many would consider the right time to stop. Then, fortunately the battleship thrusters began to bend the direction of their trail to the left as it turned around almost as quickly as what would be expected from a space fighter, and began to accelerate at the opposite direction.

With maximum acceleration, the ACS Dong Qigong still was dangerously fast towards the station, although that provided its computers were adequate, nothing would be done about it. It would be nearly in the exact moment that the docking bay of the battleship, hid by one of many seamless hull transitions, following with its yaw, would be at little more than ten centimeters from the docking bay of the station.

"This is Ava Ustill, or ACS Dong Qigong. Requesting permission to dock me with you. I can uplink an avatar, if we are required such formalities" she said, or more exactly, transmitted as the ambiguous message to at last formalized their arrival, as ion maneuvering thrusters would precisely connect the battleship with the Void Station. At last, their long travel through Chaos was over. Maybe it would be an interesting question to ask why they preferred to go through the Warp rather than through the Network of faster than light connections of the Intergalactic Trade Hub, but that was typical of Solarians.

The super-dreadnaught Razgriz commanded by Emporer Hekan Deltev (elected Emporer two days ago) arrived at the battle sight. This was his first chance to bring his country honor in his name. The Razgriz began charging its super laser and was prepared for their enemy to arrive. The soldiers onboard began suiting up in armor and priming their lasers. They drifted towards the station and reported their ships arrival.
This is Emporer Deltev here for the contest we are preceeding toward the shipyards to dock with you.

Less than a few kilometers off the hull of the Space Station, a bright flash of light erupted and a spacial distortion rocked all the nearby craft softly. Almost as quickly as it had appeared, the brilliant flash of light vanished, and there was the Burden of Truth, hurtling forward with a speed most unfit for her size.

Her repulsor mebranes were deployed, visible circuitry glittering with brilliant blue electricity. Her engines left a wake of glowing blue light as she flew around the station, once, twice, three times. She flew, silouted against the stars, like a brilliant, predatory bird.

Burden of Truth bridge----------------------------------------
"Do you think we should go for one more pass, Mason?" Ensign Marco, the helmsman, could always be counted on for his quick wit and spectacular reaction time. The cestal officer spun his char around to face his commander and smiled, "Or would that be laying it on thick?"

Heir Ascendant Mason Castro, first in line to succeed the High Chancellor of the Commonwealth of the Second Alliance, grinned from ear to ear. His wavy brown hair always seemed to be shimmering, and his hazel brown eyes always seemed to glow with barely contained energy. He sat down in the command chair of his ship and shrugged. Sitting on his elevated command precipace he sat four feet higher than every one else in the bridge.

"Yeah, I think we've made ourselves known. Let's drop off the fireworks and get into the starting zone. Ensign Articuss, prepare to transmit on my command..." The black bearded comms officer saluted and began furiously tapping on his holographic control panel.

Outside------------------------------------
The Burden of Truth finished it's final spin around the station and flew off towards the starting line as engineers detached the many pyrotechnic canisters attached to the ship's engine hubs. In the Keyship's soft blue wake hundreds of magnificent explosions lit up the area, each canister detonating in a spectacular series of luminescient patterns and pulses of light and chernokov energy.

The Keyship halted to a stop at the waypoint and performed a miraculous three-hundred and sixty degree rotation in place, rotating to face the space station. A brief pause, a transmission signal crackled to life on every receivable channel. Fanfare played in the background of the message as the heir addressed the crowds and Balroggan judges in equal measure. He stood tall and proud in his glossy black hardsuit, blue emblems and patterns crisscrossing it, silver crown adorning his head, and beautiful tabards swaying in a magnetically inducted breeze. His booming voice echoed as if speaking in a great hall.

"Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed Balroggan judges and honored Balroggan hosts: I am Mason Castro, first Heir Ascendant of the Commonwealth of the Second Alliance and representative on their behalf. I sincerely wish all of my competitors the greatest of luck and I hope each and every viewer watching out there will enjoy the spectacle ahead of them, as I will do my part to make sure it is indeed a spectacular sight, regardless of outcome!

So, without further adieu, I, Mason Jeremiah Castro, announce that the Burden of Truth has officially arrived and is on station for the commencement of battle!

We stand ready to fight!

Glory to all assembled!!"

ASJ Constantine, Planetary Orbit, SR-Prime, SR-2091, Associated Systems of Klonor

Vice Admiral Lillith Miller (Commander, 3rd Battle Fleet; Order of the Duchy, 1st Class; Accorded Official Status) sat aboard the Flag Bridge of the Constantine and sulked. No, that is not quite accurate, she did not actually sulk, but it was as close as a Flag Officer of the Klonor Space Corps could come. She still sat straight in the command chair, her eyes never stopped roaming around the assembld officers, and her occasional order was crisp and clear, but there was still the air of somebody who wanted to throw a tantrum, or threaten to hold her breath, or do something else along the lines of a child who had just been given a time out. It was understandable, really, and none of the bridge officers bedgrudged her lack of "pep," but that did not make it any less childish. Of course, childishness comes as easily to an adult as a child, perhaps even more so, and since she was currently the ranking officer aboard the ship there was nobody who could tell her to straighten up and act her age (376 last month, to be specific).

Two hundred years dutiful service, seventeen awards for merit, hostile action against both internal and exernal threats, and they're sending me on another publicity tour? Another one? This is beyond trying, this is bordering on downright offensive.

Yes, Lillith Miller, Admiral of the Klonor Space Corps, the Hero of Tau Ceti, officially recognized Superior Tactical Adversary, and so on ad infinitum, was being sent on another publicity tour. A publicity tour with the Dukes' blessing, a publicity tour that actually related to her tactical skills, and a publcity tour that might possibly even be fun, but a publicity tour nonetheless, and they were beginning to become tiresome to an extreme. A hundred years ago it would never have even occured to her, but right now she was legitimately considering refusing the order and resigning from the Corps just to make the damned things stop. Of course she knew she would never actually make that decision, she had worked too hard and too long to simply abandon the Corps like that, but the fact that she was even considering it spoke wonders about her current state of mind. For all her supreme skill and iron hard determination, she was simply tired of all the photographs, sound bites, and public appearances that she was being constantly thrust into as the "face" of the KSC.

Decades ago...no, it was more than a hundred years, now, her former superior, Admiral Gramh, had launched what could conservatively be called a pirate enterprise within the Tau Ceti system, and without too much of a stretch it could liberally be referred to as a full-fledged insurrection. Belive it or not, the man had actually tried to start a civil war by telling members of the Corps that they were already in a civil war. Can you believe that? Imagine the stones on that guy. But, when other members of the Admiralty had stumbled across the Klonori he had duped, he had tried to lay the entire operation squarely on Millers' shoulders. Fortunately for her, and Klonor as a whole, she was able to unravel his overly complicated scheme, something the Klonor deity referred to as "The player" has not yet been able to accomplish, arrest Gramh, and assume his responsibilites as commander of the 3rd Batle Fleet. The problem was that her face was now streamed across every single Vid-screen in the Association, and her actions earned her an instant place in hearts and minds of Klonori across the nation, something the Admiralty had quickly capitalized upon. Now Admiral Miller was everywhere, always representing the Corps, always assuring the people of Klonor that the truly honorable and just were in command of their military, and an ever-present reminder that it was still their military. The problem was that, all too often, it meant that she was pulled from active duty and thrown somewhere just to show up, smile, and be a pretty face (In the last respect she was more than qualified; she might be nearing middle-age, but the years had yet to darken her features), and it was beginning to grate on her. Now no less than before.

Admiral Miller could see the appeal that this Flagship competition held for the Duke, it would likely bring prestige upon Klonor, validate the publics' confidence in the Corps, and assure him that he really did have the nicest toys, but all things considered, she would rather be aboard the Iceni, her personal flagship, and doing something actually productive, like personally de-magnetizing the rivets of the Sub-Space motivator. Still, she had her orders, and she always carried them out, regardless of her personal feelings. With one last sigh, so small not even the Captain at her heel heard it, she eyed the closest time index and turned to her helmsman.

"Lieutenant Nespah, have you calculated our course to the field of battle?"

"Yes, ma'am; the G/TD drives have been primed and we have received departure confirmation from the Byzantium. ETA to the field of battle is two-zero-point-three hours."

"Commander Hersa?"

"All transferred personnel are aboard, ma'am, and we have received our due complement of supplies."

"Very good. Lieutenant Wolse, query the Byzantium one last time, check for all Alert signals and Duchal messages."

"Checking, ma'am....no query returned. We are clear for departure."

Damn, so much for a last minute invasion.

"Thank you, Lieutenant. Captain, take us out."

Without interrutping the flow of conversation in the least, stepping into the commanders role with the eae of much practice, Captain Venkman began issuing the orders that would ease the massive Juggernaught away from the Arcadia Installation it was currently neighboring, and would then launch it deep into space as it joined its fellow entrants in this "competition."

Sometimes, for just a few moments, I wish Gramh had pulled it off; he might very well have had me executed, but at least I'd have gone out doing something. It might pay well, but being a puppet just chafes.

Miller was still streaming her own internal monologue when the Constantine initiated its G/TD drives, seemed to stretch out to infinity in all directions, and vanished into relativistic Faster than Light speeds.
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Void Trading Station, Intergalactic FreeSpace

The empty space beyond the Void Trading Station was simply that, empty space, when it was suddenly occupied by the massive image of the ASJ Constantine. It was all occupied, as if the ship was eclipsing the very space it was occupying, and for a moment it hovered there, literally impossibly huge, and then its ends instantaneously compressed, and the image was suddenly no larger than the 7km length of the Klonor Juggernaught. As the ship decelerated from G/TD flight, snapping back to reality as it emerged from the relativistic realm it had previously inhabited, Admiral Miller turned to the helmsman and gave a slight nod. At her cue, the massive engines of the Constantine began to thrum with contained energy as it swam towards the distant station. It moved with more grace than any ship with such mass deserved, but it did it anyway, and it halted relatively close to the station, maintaining its position relative to the "base" of this competition.

Admiral Miller knew that the other contestants would likely arrive with the pomp and circumstance they felt they deserved, and perhaps it would have been appropriate to follow suit, but it had always been the policy of the Klonor Space Corps to let their ships speak for themselves, without the extra fanfare, and if any Corps ship could do that, it was the Constantine. No other Corps ship was as massive, and its weight was almost palpable, even across the emptiness separating it from the station. Truthfully, it was not necessarily just the size of the Constantine that lent such gravity to its presence, the Colossus was barely a kilometer shorter, and even the Priam, her previous Flagship in the 3rd Fleet, matched its length by more than 50%, it was its mass, in every sense of the word. No ship, not even those of comparable size, had as much raw force as was contained within the hull of this Juggernaught. It held twice as many Laser Turrets as the the Colossus, nearly five times the Beam levels as an Achilles class Battleship, and its Vernii weaponry gave it an edge even against vessels normally immune to Klonor firepower. Miller might have had a personal preference for the Iceni, but even that worthwhile frigate, the newest and most advanced design in the Klonor fleet, would have been an insignificant speck alongside the behemoth currently floating in the great void, and for a brief instant she almost forgot to be upset that she had been sent on this mission as the sheer volume of destruction she controlled settled on her shoulers.

"Lieutenant Wolse, open a Broad Beam Transmission."

"Yes, ma'am...channel open."

"To all participants, spectators, travellers, bystanders, and neutrals, the Grand Duke Solomon Klonor sends his greetings, along with the compliments of the Associated Systems of Klonor. The Constantine is hereby presented to take part in the planned wargames, arriving in all good faith. I am Vice-Admiral Lillith Miller, Commander of the 3rd Fleet of the Klonor Space Corps, and Flag Officer aboard this vessel. We stand ready to receive instructions, and are prepared to answer for ourselves and our nation."

"Channel closed, ma'am."

OOC:

I have to work 16 hr shifts the next two days so I will not have time to post. Friday I will create the individual Threads for the matches and get things going. You have until then to post your arrival if you want to make a flashy one. I will otherwise assume you arrived if you don't post and quietly are waiting in your shipyard as the station staff are prepping your ship with the substitute systems to simulate the combat.

Send your men on leave for the evening if you wish.

The Ragnarok simply appeared. There was no sign of a warp signature, no warning in subspace frequencies. Simply a blinding bright blue-purple flash and the ship was there, magnetic and gravimetric readings spiking as brightly as the flash. The 4km length of the dreadnought was flat black against the backdrop of space.

First admiral Ainya stood up proudly on the bridge of the Ragnarok as the viewscreens lit up showing the area, a giant tactical display manifested in the center of the multistory bridge. The Ctarl Ctarl stepped forward to view the whole of the bridge, removing a black bladed katana from its sheath on her hip. "Attention my crew!" she called. "Today we face a new type of challenge." She paused, looking around the bridge. "We will win this day!" She called, thrusting the katana into the like she was signaling a charge. "We will show those here what the Immortal Red Talons are capable of!"

The cheer rang through the full of the ship. The crew were ready. The ship had been prepared. everything was ready.

With a rippling like a curtain being torn back, the Black Death punched through the fabric of the universe, not bending reality so much as tearing it asunder. The oddly designed hull, like the head of a massive trident, was pushed forward by two massive Allsvin-Type engines, nicknamed Arvakr and Alsvidr by the historians among the crew. The turrets came alive briefly, each spinning around in unison with the other 23. The hole behind the ship repaired itself, outwardly calm, but screaming that what the warship had done was physically impossible.

On the bridge, Admiral Xevian stood at his station, proud of the massive ship. Oh, sure, other space fleets had ships that were several kilometers long, as opposed to the Death's one and a half. Xevian knew that size detracted from speed, even for the most advanced ship; it was his hope that the twin coilguns, which hurled objects more than half the speed of light, could be used in a hit-and-run technique, taking advantage of the comparatively agile ship.

The Admiral tapped some keys at his console, and it glowed with a blue light, signalling internal comms were on.

"Gentlemen," he said calmly, "While today, no man dies, we shall prove the might of the Immortal Lands of the Great Lord Tiger. The odds are against us, but we shall prevail. We will prevail in the name of the Great Lord himself."

Tapping some more, Xevian waited for the console to glow green. He nodded, knowing the broadcast would go out to the ITH authorities.

"If I may ask, might we receive information about the competition soon to be underway?" Xevian tapped his foot impatiently. Let it start, and be done with.

The was no ceremony, no crackling energy splitting space/time, nor even a ripple in the blackness. The NETI II (http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jeudesprit/trinity/NetiII.jpg) simply faded into being five AUs away from Void Station. The hull a reflective gray, catching light from any source around it. The two kilometer impeller ring turned slowly around the spherical craft as it moved, gliding into a parking position near the fields of imaginary fire of tomorrow's fight.

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On the opposite side of Void Station there was a kaleidoscopic flash of energy as the HEX Class CA, "Concordia" (http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y293/jeudesprit/trinity/SquatCA.jpg) re-entered normal space from semi-space. As the excess energy finished sheeting off the vessal this message was broadcast to the area:
Greetings to all.

I am Admiral Sen 'Dok from the Unity of Trinity Prime. I shall arrive by shuttle to Void Station shortly. As a fully ranked ambassador from the Unity I hope to use our time here at this tournament to renew old friendships and establish new relations with other races.

We hope to do better than our last tournament appearance.

After the last of the contestants arrived, the Emcee appeared on one of the hundreds of monitors and holo-displays placed almost everywhere in Void Station.

“Greetings everyone, this is Max Factor announcing the last of the contestants has arrived. This means we have a full house and tomorrow looks to be the beginning of a good fight. The rules for the contest have been handed out to the ships involved and just in case you have not heard of them all, here are some of them.

There will be no live weapon systems used in the fights. The ITH is currently in the process of going through the systems converting the ships so they will not use any of their weapons, instead using a system of simulators that will produce the same visual effects and the receiving ships will produce the corresponding strike effects. The information gathered by the ITH staff will not be allowed to be used by anyone, contestants or regular Joe. That data is not only classified but also the explicit property of the nation owning the starship.

The only source of information other than Intel previously owned by the contestants they will be able to get is the videos from the previous rounds, the same views all the watchers out there right now will see when the fights start tomorrow.

There will be no battles within one light second or further than ten light minutes. 94 million miles should be large enough to battle in. Each quadrant around the station will be divided into two sectors for the first round, allowing eight fights. The second round will take up an entire quadrant for the four battles. The third round will be between two groups so they each would get half the space around the station within bounds. The final battle will take place anywhere within the boundary. The sole exception is above and below the plane, that is where the Titan Liners, the entrants not fighting and visitors to remain during the fight.

Disqualification will occur through cheating and poor sportsmanship. Each case will be handled depending upon the circumstances.

Play fair and remain within your boundaries and you will have a good time.

I strongly urge every one of my viewers to pick their favorites. Do not gamble all your c\Credits on the initial fights for you will want to bet on the last one.

Also, there are positions still open to join in the Slug Fest after the awards ceremony. This is when everyone goes in the ring and only one comes out. The Wargame systems will be fully activated on all the ships but that does not mean your pride cannot become bruised.

The fight card is being displayed in the corner of the projection so find your favorite ships.





Entries so far


Solar Communes - ACS Dong Qigong (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13986804&postcount=13)
Huntaer - R.S.S. Zeus (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13987024&postcount=14)
Red Talon - RTMR Ragnarok (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13987089&postcount=16)
The Phoenix Milita - The Mega Phoenix Dreadnought (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13987870&postcount=20)
Ih8uwannakillu - D.E.S. Atlantis (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13986640&postcount=12)
Sertain - Phoenix-Class Dreadnought (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13991876&postcount=23)
Orthodox Gnosticism - BSG-32 Battlestar Atlantia (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=14030764&postcount=25) DEFAULTED for RL reasons
The Second Alliance - The Burden of Truth (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=14031068&postcount=28)
Charzak - The Razgriz (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=14031362&postcount=30)
The Great Lord Tiger - The Black Death (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=14039546&postcount=39)
Klonor - Constantine class Juggernaught (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=14043822&postcount=50)
Kormanthor - The Celestial Dragon III Class (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=14044848&postcount=53)
Telros - The UCS Guardian (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=14045836&postcount=60)
The Roman Republic - Silver Sun (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=14049443&postcount=61)
The United Fleets - Banehammer (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=14056471&postcount=64)
Trinity Prime - The Neti II (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=14072038&postcount=69)


Additional Entries for the Slug-fest after the Awards Ceremony:



Orthodox Gnosticism - BSG-32 Battlestar Atlantia (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=14030764&postcount=25)
-your ship here-
-your ship here-
-your ship here-
-your ship here-
-your ship here-
-your ship here-
-your ship here-




The OOC Thread is:

http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=13985960#post13985960


So these are the matchings:

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v248/beldragos/flagshipcontest.gif

The Silver Sun decellerated gradually, its magnetic sail slowing it as it aproached the sun. It was not a magnificent sight, a dull, slightly irregular asteroid with a maze of systems and passages branching through its hollowed interior.

As it drew closer to the contest area, it began to fire missiles from the vast array of launchers concealed beneath its surface. The missiles usual warheads had been replaced with low radiation munitions that exploded in bright, dazzling flashes of light, compensating for the less than spectacular nature of its drive system.

The Next Morning:

As 10 AM approached, everyone in the station was getting antsy. Everyone could feel the tension in the air. Several spectators were crowding the observation decks thinking they would be getting a view but knowing the distance would be too far, thousands of screens were mounted almost everywhere the station had public access.

As the crews of the sixteen ships scheduled to fight were anxiously waiting to go, the Emcee again took the stage.

“Good morning everyone, the grand contest is about to win. I see by the vid screens Round One is ready to take the field. We determined the battle will take place in the sectors around the station. In each there will be the following boundaries. No parts of the battle will be closer than one Light Second to the Void Station. Out sensors easily extend for ten light minutes. If you leave your sector, you are disqualified and your opponent wins.”

“Stay in your sector and fight fair, or at least give is a fair fight to watch. Once the ships are in position, the sensors will lock on them and broadcast the vid to us. The transmission is being blocked from the opposing ships so nobody can use it to find out what the other is up to; they have to rely upon their own sensors.”

"OK, in Sector 1, we have ACS Dong Qigong versus R.S.S. Zeus ."

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"In Sector 2 we have RTMR Ragnarok verses The Mega Phoenix Dreadnought ."

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"In Sector 3 we have D.E.S. Atlantis verses Phoenix-Class Dreadnought ."

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"In Sector 4 we have BSG-32 Battlestar Atlantia verses The Burden of Truth ."

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"In Sector 5 we have The Razgriz versus The Black Death ."

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"In Sector 6 we have Constantine class Juggernaught verses The Celestial Dragon III Class ."

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"In Sector 7 we have The UCS Guardian verses Silver Sun ."

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"And in Sector 8 we have Banehammer verses The Neti II ."

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“I want each ship to proceed to their positions and wait for the signal to start.”

Everyone watched anxiously while the ships took their positions. As each ship maneuvered out of their positions and started toward their designated Quad, two black angular droid ships moved up to them and carefilly scanned them for any active weapons. Once cleared, the ship was allowed to enter their starting location.

The Ansible was the first of the two cruisers to dock with the station, unloading everybody but a skeletal crew to take care of the ship. The first communication, despite the ones to organize the docking, were surprisingly dealing with money. The Sertians being strangers to this galaxy didn't exactly have a currency exchange in place, so instead they offered to trade the soldier's zerats worth for plasma or other supplies the ships carried.

And so Commodore in charge of the ship strolled off to enjoy the festivities, trying to secure a place where he could watch his people's dreadnought fight... Although it seemed like the event was taking some time to get in motion.

The Emcee appeared on the screens wearing a somber face. It was easily apparent he was not happy to have to deliver the news he was just given.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I have received word from the Officials which have been contacted by the crew of The Atlantia. Apparently some national crisis has demanded they return to their home and withdraw from the contest.”

“This means the crew of The Burdon of Truth wins by default. They will advance to the second round and can watch the battles of the other ships from the Void Station.”

“We regret this has happened but we were given assurances The Atlantia will try to return in time to participate in the Slugfest after the awards ceremony.”

“Ladies and gentlethings, I have just received work from the control booth.

It seems several ships were unable to properly post themselves to the starting positions. They have been given a significant time to make repairs and appear but apparently they were experiencing technical difficulties so the Contest will move on without them to Round Two.”

The new listings appear to the left of the Emcee on the screen. Two contests have an ugly red “Disqualified” in their place showing both ships in that bracket were gone, leaving an uncontested run to the third round for their challengers.

“These are the new standings and we will go on as if nothing untoward had happened. Round Two contestants will have a quadrant for their battle, twice the area of Round One. There will be two contests occurring while the crew of the remaining will get to watch in preparation for their possible fight against their opponents in future rounds.

In the First Quadrant we have the ACS Dong Qigong battling against the RTMR Ragnarok.

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In the Second Quad we have the Phoenix Class Dreadnaught fighting The Burdon of Truth.

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The remaining crews of the Constantine Class Juggernaut and The Silver Sun will wait until Round Three to fight. They are welcome to look on the Round Two battles from Void Station with their fans.